How big is a brown sugar-flavored pearl?
The small toppings used to enhance the taste of milk tea are not enough if you eat three or four at a time. But when this pearl is placed in front of Noel, who is only the size of a palm, it is equivalent to the size of a basketball in the hands of an average human.
Holding the strange black ball that was smooth, glutinous and sweet, Noel looked left and right. After picking a place that he liked, he leaned forward and took a bite of the sugar juice that covered his face. Then he puffed up his face and chewed and chewed, and it took him a long time to swallow it.
Noel put the pearls on the tissue beside him with disgust, grabbed another wet tissue, lifted it up and wiped himself from head to toe. After cleaning himself, he picked up a suitable fork and let his eyes wander over the various unfamiliar foods in front of him, continuing to choose the next one to try.
Compared to Noel, Zhuo Feng was much more reserved. He squatted in front of the fried chicken, the crispy shell of which had been torn off, eating without even looking up.
Yan Jue had no interest in eating and was focused on filming.
Speaking of which, there are some advantages to using the ideology used in kindergarten to travel through time. With the help of the customer service's black technology, the virtual entities Zhuo Feng and Noel will not feel bloated no matter how much they eat, and will not be restricted by their body size.
"Is the teacher still busy?" Seeing Yan Jue holding up his phone, Nuoer asked with concern, "You need to eat. You can get busy after you finish eating."
Enough footage had been filmed. After being caught, Yan Jue followed Nuoer's lead and put away his phone. He smiled and said, "I'm not busy. I just watched the news for a while. I'll eat now."
Noel nodded, stuffed the remaining half of the shredded chicken on the fork into his mouth, and squinted his eyes in satisfaction.
After dinner and a short rest, we continued shopping. It wasn't until dusk that we finally headed home after a meal of crayfish and barbecued ice cream.
Even with the spiritual energy keeping the fish's tail warm, Noel couldn't resist his thirst for water. As soon as he got back, he soaked in a short ceramic cup, just big enough for him to rest his hand effortlessly on the rim. Zhuo Feng, on the other hand, nestled in a small, palm-sized pillow. They each had a tray with some fruit on it.
The two cubs huddled in their respective utensils, not even glancing at the fruit. Instead, they stared at the mobile phone screen not far away, which was playing a classic Chinese movie.
Yan Jue was not there, having been called away by Pan Wencheng.
"A cult? A whole village?"
Yan Jue repeated in surprise, unable to believe it, "It can change the collective will in such a short time. Could it be a pyramid scheme? Director Pan, you said that the cult's methods were cruel. How could the villagers, who were so normal before, trust it in such a short time?"
Who among the Chinese of this era hasn't grown up under the influence of the country's various anti-cult propaganda? Even those with a poor memory can't help but know the harm of that thing, let alone a village with simple folk customs, not located in the deep mountains or isolated from the world.
He asked again in surprise, "Is Brother Zhou okay? Does he need any medicine?"
Pan Wencheng smiled wryly and shook his head. "We're so uncertain right now, how can we be sure what medicine we need? Alas, they're really at their wit's end. They suspect something unscientific is at work, so they sent a message for help."
The matter is related to Zhou Taotao who went far away to carry out a mission.
The Special Management Bureau used to be a department simply tasked with combating outrageous rumors and minor evil religious organizations. Whenever they heard of unusual gatherings, its employees would rush to the scene, spend a long time undercover, and then, after understanding the situation, begin their various tasks.
The last place Zhou Taotao went was a village in the northwest region.
The Northwest has little rain, so it is normal for droughts to occur in the summer. This has been the case for generations, and the villagers living there have become accustomed to the scorching summer heat. They will make preparations early, or wait for assistance from national departments if the drought is too severe.
However, in a village called Xitu Village, sacrificial activities suddenly began two months ago.
It would be fine if you really worship the Dragon King, Guanyin, Buddha or something like that to seek psychological comfort for yourself. After all, sacrificial activities have always existed in China. As long as you just worship honestly, light incense and burn paper money, no one will say anything.
The problem was, those people, while worshipping, had actually changed their offerings from incense, candles, and cooked food to a massacre. How could this be tolerated? Upon receiving the news, Pan Wencheng immediately sent Zhou Taotao, who was on leave at the bureau, over.
After a lengthy investigation, Zhou Taotao and his team, after repeated efforts and suspicions, finally ruled out the possibility that someone was deliberately misleading them to extract some kind of gold or silver. But then, the villagers' collective behavior became inexplicable. Could it be that they suddenly felt the drought had lasted too long, and praying to the gods would help?
You know, last year, the people in the village didn’t have this sacrificial activity, and they were all honest and decent people.
After searching everywhere without success, Zhou Taotao and his colleagues recently learned about the revival of spiritual energy. They then made further inquiries and finally suspected that the source was an unscientific creature, so they filed a report and asked for help.
"After discussion, the higher-ups decided to send Zhang Zizhen, and you as well."
"I?"
Pan Wencheng looked at Yan Jue, who looked surprised, and said, "The report was sent the day before, and we've been planning to have you go since the beginning. You have Zhuo Feng with you, so if he finds some familiar clues from our investigation, he could give you some pointers. If that doesn't work, we can always ask customer service. If you go, this matter will be your fault, so it's worth paying some points to find the culprit."
"I didn't expect that you just mentioned yesterday that you wanted to pick up two cubs, so your schedule was postponed for a day."
It goes without saying that which is more effective: live broadcast via mobile phone or having Zhuo Feng conduct on-site investigation.
Pan Wencheng sighed, "Zhang Zizhen arrived last night, and we've been checking all day, but the results aren't very satisfactory."
Yan Jue frowned and thought for a moment before saying, "If you need me, I'll definitely go. But Director Pan, can we take this opportunity to tell Zhuo Feng that we want to trade something with him?"
They originally planned to bring Zhuo Feng to reality to play with him for a few days, and then let Yan Jue propose a trade.
The first is to give the other party a preliminary understanding of the situation in their world so that they can provide them with items that are most suitable for their current situation. The second is because Zhuo Feng cannot return to reality yet, and all his things were obtained from customer service. The emotional crystallization he paid is definitely much more expensive than the time-travel fee, and they don't want to treat him unfairly.
Besides, I don’t know if there is anything here that Zhuo Feng would like, so I just let him come and take a look for himself and see what he is interested in.
The transaction was supposed to be discussed in the next few days, but now that something unexpected has happened, Yan Jue wants to tell Zhuo Feng about it.
Pan Wencheng agreed after a little thought.
Yan Jue: "Director Pan, when should I leave?"
"Tonight," Pan Wencheng explained. "You'll go directly on a special plane, not a regular passenger plane. And you'll need to communicate with Zhuofeng Noel. You don't have to keep them invisible in front of your own people. Going there at night will allow you to start your operations early in the morning, and it will also be a bit more discreet."
Yan Jue thought it made sense. After listening to Pan Wencheng's instructions and getting the departure time, he returned to his dormitory.
Noel and Zhuo Feng were still watching a movie. Yan Jue had also seen this movie. He glanced at the screen and estimated the time he had left, then reluctantly stepped forward and clicked pause.
Facing the two cubs' puzzled looks, Yan Jue patted their heads one by one and said honestly, "I have to go on a mission and leave in half an hour. Let's talk about it when we get on the plane, okay?"
Zhuo Feng tilted his head: "Mission?"
Noel raised his hand. "Plane?! The kind that can fly in the sky?"
Zhuo Feng glanced at the excited Noel and felt that he would never be able to have the same train of thought as this little fish in his lifetime.
"It's a plane. We're going to another province and it's a long drive."
Noel raised his hand and cheered. Yan Jue smiled and briefly recounted what he had just heard from Pan Wencheng, answering Zhuo Feng's questions.
Zhuo Feng was surprised: "So this time we are going to catch the evil monster?"
"Maybe? We can't be sure what it is until we catch it." Yan Jue said solemnly to Zhuo Feng, "Zhuo Feng, the teacher will really need your help this time."
Zhuo Feng subconsciously flicked his tail, suppressed the joy rising in his heart, and said reservedly, "I will try my best."
He can also help the teacher! As a demon in the bone refining stage, how embarrassing would it be if he couldn't handle it in a world where spiritual energy was revived? He must perform well.
"What about me?" Noel pouted dissatisfiedly when he heard it: "What about me, does the teacher not need my help?"
He couldn't bring himself to say, "You guys go, I'll stay." He didn't want to miss the plane. Even if it had nothing to do, he'd go. He'd already told his parents that it was fine for him to be away for a few days; they wouldn't worry.
"Of course we need Noel's help too." Yan Jue gently pinched Noel's cheeks. "Zhao Feng can't use too much spiritual power. If there is any danger that we can't stop, we will have to rely on Noel to save us."
Of course, unless it was the most dangerous moment, he would not easily let Noel attack. His teammates' moves did not distinguish between friend and foe, which was really a headache.
"real?"
Hearing that he was also useful and not just a tourist, Noer Noer's eyes narrowed with a smile, "Then I will protect the teacher and my brother."
After thanking the two cubs, Yan Jue began to pack his luggage. Because he didn't know how long he would have to stay there to solve the problem, he brought a lot of things with him. After all, he was taking a private plane, so he didn't have too many concerns.
Half an hour later, Yan Jue and his party drove to the airport. After arriving at the first-class cabin, Zhuo Feng lifted the spell and, with Yan Jue's consent, took Noel around the cabin.
Their small size meant they were kept suspended in mid-air to prevent anyone from accidentally stepping on them. There were a number of people on board, either escorting them or assigned to take notes. Everyone knew the situation, so they weren't too surprised by the two cubs dangling in the air.
He just kept casting his not-so-subtle glances at the two of them, without doing anything, being very reserved.
After checking all the equipment inside the plane and taking a walk around the cockpit, Zhuo Feng took Noel back to Yan Jue.
Yan Jue was about to take out his cell phone to continue playing the movie for them, but he was interrupted by the boy with bright eyes, who also made a request to him.
"Teacher, can we sit in the cockpit?"
How can sitting in your seat and looking out the window be as exciting as flying a plane from a first-person perspective?
It was rare for the two cubs to agree, so Yan Jue had no intention of refusing. However, the cockpit was important, and he didn't have the authority to just wave them in. With no other options, he took the two cubs to ask the person in charge of this trip.
The person in charge agreed immediately.
The captain extended a warm welcome.
The two cubs left without looking back.
Old father Yan Jue is alone in the empty nest and can only lie down and read.
After getting off the plane and traveling to the town one level above Xitu Village, it was already midnight. Tired Yan Jue took his two energetic cubs to the rented courtyard and fell asleep.
At daybreak, he was awakened by a knock on the door.
Zhou Taotao, with a face full of stubble, wearing a vest and shorts, looked much more aged. He appeared outside the door.
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