"Name?"
"Lin Qingliu."
"age?"
"Twenty... twenty-one."
"Graduation department?"
"Short-term classes in psychology at the Hope City Third Medical College."
"Short-term classes..."
"What's wrong with the short-term class? A good long-term class is no worse than a short-term class!"
Lin Qingliu's sudden verbal attack caught the security guard off guard. His brain seemed to stop thinking for a short period of time, and finally he pointed to the other side of the hall:
"It's okay. Take this form and follow the person over there to get tested. Yes, that's the one wearing the military cap."
It is August now. The summer in Hope City is not particularly hot, or rather, the four seasons in this city are not very distinct. The temperature always remains within the range of neither too hot nor too cold.
Lin Qingliu insisted on listening to the Fulan brand radio every day, and finally waited for the day when the establishment began to recruit people. He brought his identity information and certificates that were sufficient to prove his qualifications to the security team to sign up.
Although it sounds strange, God really needs this organization now.
Lin Qingliu came to the man in the military cap. The man took his registration form, glanced at it, and then looked up at the young man.
In the eyes of the other party, Lin Qingliu's facial features were relatively gentle and not very aggressive at this moment. He was simply a natural psychological counselor.
"Go wait in the car outside, and leave when enough people gather."
"Do we need to gather enough people?"
"Of course, do you think there are few people who want to sign up?"
"No, I mean, in the outer east part of the city... there are fewer doctors."
Lin Qingliu gave the other party a slight hint, but the man in the military cap didn't seem to understand.
At this time, a member of the security team came to the side of the man in the military cap and leaned over and said in a neither loud nor soft voice:
"A few months ago, a serial killer appeared and he has not been caught yet, so many people from the outer suburbs have moved away."
"I've heard about this, but didn't that man only kill doctors?"
“Psychologists are also doctors.”
The man in the military cap suddenly showed an expression of sudden enlightenment and turned to look at Lin Qingliu:
“No wonder there are so few people who signed up, go and wait for half an hour, if there’s no one else I’ll take you away.
"Why aren't you afraid of murderers?"
Yeah, what's going on?
Lin Qingliu scratched his head and said with a smile:
"Because I still know a little bit of martial arts."
The man in the military cap's eyes suddenly lit up. Although the psychologist did not have to go to the front line, as a member of the army, it was always good to have some self-protection skills.
He looked at Lin Qingliu with an approving expression:
"Yes, I will report this matter and arrange a separate test for you later. If you pass it, you can get extra points."
Lin Qingliu nodded, left the security team, and came to the open-top small military jeep outside.
About a quarter of an hour later, the man in the military cap seemed to be unable to stay there any longer, so he walked out and sat in the driver's seat.
As the accelerator was pressed, the motor emitted a slight vibration, and the two of them drove towards the military camp while talking and answering each other.
---
Nearly a month has passed since the infected riot, and all the disturbances are gradually subsiding.
Everything seemed to have returned to its previous stable state, but many places seemed different.
Wang Xiao is obsessed with physical training and recovery training every day, and is seriously preparing for the exploration team election that has been put on the agenda.
There are only four people left in the 25th team, and new suitable members have not been found yet, which has caused the team's competitiveness to decline slightly.
For this reason, Fresnel has recently been begging for help, hoping that new super-powered people can be assigned to his team as soon as possible.
As for the blind spot, his application was approved by the higher authorities, but this cowardly behavior still brought him many reductions in treatment and penalties.
The current barrier has been forcibly transferred from its post, and it is unknown how long it will take for it to be put back into use.
He was not surprised at all by this and had even been prepared for it, having packed his luggage before the transfer order was issued.
According to Fresnel's inquiries, Zhanmu is now in his thirties and has become a soldier guarding the city wall. He uses his real name again and does a lot of dirty and tiring work.
The officials of Hope City have always strictly prohibited such behavior of Zhanmu, but Zhanmu's parents both sacrificed their lives for Hope City, so he did not receive too severe punishment.
---
Zhuang Mian led his team to carry out a major cleanup in the wealthy neighborhoods of the inner city, and it seemed that they were about to arrest all of the person's clans.
This time, Hope City did make some significant moves, even giving Zhuang Mian the illusion that everything was going to be fine.
But the memory of another life kept telling her that such measures were meaningless.
After all, no matter how many people are arrested, the essence of this operation is just a show.
---
Ji Yongxing has been very busy lately, and even with his level of ability, he is inevitably caught in a dilemma.
It’s not that his work is too complicated, but that his hobby takes up too much of his time.
His work in the weapons research and development department has been going very smoothly recently, and he has even received some demand orders from front-line super-powered people.
He even saw the armor that Wang Xiao requested for going out for exploration.
Ji Yongxing is particularly concerned about this matter.
Designing a set of mechanical armor is not difficult, and the weapons research and development department has many archived records of success and failure.
Those things can actually be used, but the city’s foundation does not support equipping every soldier on the front line with them.
Ji Yongxing has his own ideas about this design.
On that night a month ago, he (thought he) successfully analyzed a drop of divine blood.
Although he only saw part of the knowledge, Ji Yongxing had his own insights into creation after that.
A wealth of knowledge, strong capability support, and the right to legally take components from the laboratory together constitute the behemoth that occupies half of Ji Yongxing's dormitory.
Countless components are flashing, lines of code are being written, and things are moving in an unknown direction.
But Ji Yongxing was not worried or afraid. He still remembered the teachings he had heard in the divine world:
“The Creator should be kind to his creation.”
Finally, after three consecutive nights of staying up all night, an electronic sound that seemed to carry some emotion came from Ji Yongxing's dormitory:
"Good evening, Your Excellency [Herald], my great Creator.
"Please name me."
There was uncontrollable joy on his face, but Ji Yongxing himself was a little troubled by the creator's request.
To be honest, the code name "Pioneer" is really embarrassing...
But as my own creation... the name should be more or less similar in style to myself.
Ji Yongxing's thoughts sank into his own fantasy of the future. Facing this program that seemed to have the ability to think, he said seriously:
"From now on, you will be called [Tianmu]."
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