In the closed clinic, Lin Qingliu placed two soft woven bags behind his back, leaning back in an ungraceful manner while flipping through the documents in his hands.
I have to say that rigor is indeed one of the young researcher's virtues.
In this independently collected material, Lin Qingliu rarely sees subjective conjectures and thoughts. Most of the words are filled with detailed objective descriptions and data, and it has a unique sleep-inducing style when read.
Lin Qingliu pulled out the papers with photos on them one by one, spread them on the ground and began to screen them.
His requirements were not actually very complicated. First of all, the budget had to be controlled within 400,000, no, now it had to be within 390,000 information coins.
Secondly, it is best to have a single-family building. It is not a problem if it is a little shabby, and the surrounding area does not need to be too prosperous, which is a taboo for a secret stronghold.
After comparing many options, Lin Qingliu finally found a building that almost perfectly met his ideas.
Inner city, 4th Commercial Street, Residential Building No. 102.
The Fourth Commercial Street, a place that Lin Qingliu and several of his original believers will never forget.
In the first time of everyone's active or passive cooperation, they finally passed through the intricate secret passage under the research institute and finally arrived at the Fourth Commercial Street and escaped.
At this time, Lin Qingliu was looking at the scenery near House No. 102, and had matched it one by one with the scenes in his memory.
No. 102, Fourth Commercial Street, is the last building on this street. Not far away is the small area of unfinished buildings at the end of the secret passage.
Therefore, nearly half of the area near the house is rarely visited by people.
As for the side closer to the commercial street, Lin Qingliu can also renovate it into the facade of a psychological clinic so that it will not appear out of place when receiving visitors.
What a great place, it meets all needs in all aspects, even the budget is stuck to the limit.
Thinking of this, Lin Qingliu suddenly felt a little strange:
Such a good location, such a new house, unexpectedly fell into my hands, is it a coincidence? Is it an arrangement?
He found the information about the house and read it carefully. After a few minutes, he suddenly realized what was going on.
This house originally belonged to a director of the factory office. Unfortunately, in mid-July, the director was broken into by a captain named Zhuang from the Ministry of Internal Affairs' purge team and was thrown into jail.
The house then became a public asset and was taken back by the department responsible for this transaction. It has only been put up for sale in the past few days.
Seeing the familiar name, Lin Qingliu's expression twitched. After a moment, he couldn't help but clasped his hands and silently said:
“Thank you for the gift of nature.”
It’s decided to be here!
After making up his mind, Lin Qingliu's work progressed very quickly.
As a key person who was personally requested to be relocated by General Wencheng, the municipal staff in charge of the housing did not dare to delay and quickly completed the transfer.
In this way, Lin Qingliu obtained a housing certificate.
The proof appears to have been etched using laser technology on a sheet of translucent plastic, and when the proof is pointed at a light source or when light is reflected, the information on it becomes instantly visible.
After that it was just a matter of moving.
With the help of the military personnel, his rags filled in woven bags were easily brought to the inner city by the soldiers traveling with him. The whole process only took one trip, there was no return.
At the last moment before leaving the old house in the outer city, Lin Qingliu glanced at the house where he had lived for half a year.
Whether it was the leak that he had patched with his own hands or the two distinguished guests in the private room 200 meters underground, perhaps this was the last time they would meet...
In his new home, Lin Qingliu looked at the compressed files piled all over the floor and suddenly felt that the new life before him was a bit dreamy.
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Ministry of Internal Affairs, training ground.
In the middle of the venue surrounded by crash barriers, two muscular men wearing boxing gloves were punching the girl in front of them with all their might.
Straight punches and swinging punches came from all directions, and Shi Jin had to dodge them with difficulty in the gaps formed by four hands.
The fist with huge force seemed to slow down and couldn't touch her at all.
But even so, the two strong men's years of fighting experience still came in handy.
The fists kept raining down like raindrops, and their feet kept pressing forward step by step.
Shi Jin had already put all his energy into dodging the punches and didn't notice that he was being pulled into a blind spot step by step.
Just like that, a minute later, Shi Jin found his back hitting the pillar in the corner.
The sudden change gave her a momentary distraction.
A swinging punch hit her right arm with great force.
After a brief tingling sensation, the gradually rising pain made it impossible for her to concentrate. She could only raise her left hand to signal a pause, then slowly sit down against the pillar.
Seeing this, the two strong men quickly stopped, and after confirming that Shi Jin was not seriously injured, they got off the fighting stage and began to recover their strength.
The severe pain made Shi Jin's facial expression a little distorted, but what made her even more uncomfortable was the voice coming from behind her.
He was a middle-aged man with a hoarse voice.
"Pace, pace! How many times have I said this? Can this force someone into a dead end?
"It's such a waste to give you such a powerful ability. If I had such speed, I could easily defeat not only the two of them, but also 20 or 200 of them!"
The noisy scolding reached Shi Jin's ears. She had heard enough of such criticism during this period and knew that there was a lot of exaggeration in the other party's words.
But it is undeniable that this instructor does have his own set of plans in teaching. The reason why the other party is so angry now is that he thinks Shi Jin's progress is a bit slow.
Shi Jin could feel the other party's expectation hidden beneath the rebuke, and he could also feel the subtle jealousy hidden beneath the expectation.
Shi Jin spent the first eighteen years of her life as an ordinary human being, and no one knew that feeling better than her.
She had fantasized countless times: if she had superpowers, would her mother receive more timely and comprehensive treatment?
This thought tormented her for a long time after her mother's death.
What’s even more ironic is that I really have super powers now.
Shi Jin knew that neither the dream that could awaken people nor the matters of the Holy Fire Meow Meow Sect could be told to anyone.
Although Fran, who is responsible for guiding him, looks like a gentle and tsundere cat, she actually possesses the terrifying power of transformation.
Whether from an emotional or interest perspective, Shi Jin has only one way to go, and that is to grit his teeth and persevere.
Now she is just a substitute whose ability is not particularly outstanding. If she wants to regain her identity, she must pass the assessment at the end of the month to join the direct super-powered people.
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