Lin Qingliu picked up the notebook at the front desk, did the math, and quickly pushed the bill in front of the photographer.
He picked up the paper and glanced at it, his expression suddenly not looking very good.
"Why three thousand seven hundred and five?"
Lin Qingliu began to explain with an indifferent look:
"I gave these three people intensive treatments. The price of this package is not cheap. It costs one thousand information coins per person per time."
He spread his hands and added:
“Besides, it’s not normal business hours now, so it’s reasonable for me to charge a little more for overtime, right?
"The overtime pay is 250 per person, which adds up to 1,250 information coins per person. These are clearly marked prices, and there's nothing wrong with that."
The photographer was silent for a few seconds. The price was not very expensive, but it was somewhere between cheap and expensive, which just happened to make him a little unhappy.
After thinking it over, he decided to pay the price for his recklessness and honestly took out his wallet to pay.
Of course, the photographer has already made plans to apply for reimbursement when he returns, in order to avoid suffering any loss.
"OK, payment confirmed. Take care everyone."
Feeling a little cheated, the photographers left the clinic as Lin Qingliu waved goodbye.
Many people who watched the payment process began to secretly discuss whether they should find an opportunity to give it a try.
After seeing off the guests, Lin Qingliu was not as relaxed as he looked.
While controlling his own body, a large part of his consciousness had to be used to maintain the three second-generation dummies.
After turning off the lights outside, Lin Qingliu returned to the innermost clinic.
At this moment, the most eye-catching things in the room are three piles of books that seem to have not changed much.
Lin Qingliu walked forward and casually opened a book, in which he saw some withered yellow grass leaves that were slightly wriggling.
“Pah.”
He snapped his fingers and ran his other hand over the three piles of books. The books seemed to lose their support and began to sink to the ground, disappearing from the spot in just one or two seconds.
Lin Qingliu also quickly sank into the secret room underground, lay on the bed that had been prepared before, closed his eyes, and began to control the three dummies with all his reason.
The Fourth Commercial Street is not too far from the research institute, but it still takes some time to get to the Superpower Headquarters.
Especially when many people are walking.
Under the order of the Shadow Master, the soldiers and three teams of super-powered people surrounded the three heroes, using their own lives to protect them from attacks that might appear from nowhere.
As the group moved forward, most of them were on high alert of their surroundings at all times, but only the photographer was staring closely at the three men who were surrounded in the middle.
His gossipy soul had begun to burn, and he wanted to find some evidence to support himself from some small actions of the three people.
But in the end he didn't see what he wanted.
Perhaps because there were too many spectators, the three people in the front did not do anything worth thinking about. If I had to say something, it was that there was always an inexplicable sense of synchronization when the three of them walked, like well-trained soldiers.
But this is not surprising. Many members of the super-power team have received training in the military, so it is reasonable for them to behave like this at this time.
What the photographer didn't know was that the reason the three of them tried their best to synchronize their movements was actually because Lin Qingliu was unable to perform overly sophisticated multi-threaded operations, so he could only let these people move at the same pace to relieve his own mental stress.
Time passed little by little, and finally at midnight, the group successfully arrived at the Superpower Headquarters.
After completing identity verification according to regulations, the photographer led three teams of super-powered people into the courtyard, and issued corresponding orders to the junior officers in charge of leading the soldiers.
Seeing the three propaganda-oriented men return to the lounge that belonged exclusively to the Sixth Team, the photographer finally breathed a sigh of relief.
It was so late that everyone else could go to sleep, but not him.
Although no trace of the "Believers" was found today, the three super-powered people's external medical treatment was indeed worth reporting, and he had to finish writing the corresponding report before he could rest.
On the other side, the second-generation dummies "Nian", "Liusha" and "Gecko" had entered the lounge belonging to their team, and began to look around nervously.
After confirming that this was a private area and not covered by surveillance like the training ground and the cell, the three dummies quickly removed their disguises.
They stood in a row beside the sofa, their heads lowered, their bodies motionless, like robots that had gone offline.
A few blocks away, Lin Qingliu, who was operating the dummy in the basement, suddenly opened his eyes.
The corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he slowly stepped forward into the underground world made entirely of mud...
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The next morning, there were still three hours until the awarding ceremony.
The returning "Mansheng" saw "Bomb Man" who was also returning from a visit to his relatives at an intersection closest to the headquarters.
The two looked at each other and then smiled with ambiguous meanings.
After greeting each other like normal humans, the two of them walked side by side as a matter of course.
The mutual contact and friction between their walks allowed them to synchronize the scenes they each saw last night.
"Mansheng" had a pleasant dinner with the Bordeaux congressman, during which the congressman praised his bravery and showed obvious intention to recruit him.
But in fact, "Mansheng" had already been a special assistant to the Bordeaux councillor two years ago, at least in name.
Therefore, the fake person "Mansheng" felt confused by the other party's solicitation and could only use some habitual words to get away with it.
This is the disadvantage brought about by insufficient understanding of humans. If "Spread" himself was here, even if El saw it, he would be able to understand that the congressman meant to let "Spread" reduce his future explorations, and rely on this achievement and his indispensable superpowers to take over his seat as a congressman in a dozen years.
On the other hand, the "bomber's" family visit was not all smooth sailing. Conversations with his family often left the dummy confused, and the atmosphere of the entire dinner was a little strange.
Before going to bed, his sister wanted him to help read a bedtime story, but the "bomber" with poor comprehension ability also refused.
The two men had no idea that their performance was any different from previous real-life performances, and they still thought they had done well, so they returned to headquarters with a smile on their faces.
The two people who returned to the surveillance area moved very neatly, and every move they made was like that of real humans.
"I'm really looking forward to the awarding ceremony later."
"Mansheng" said this as he pushed open the door of the lounge, intending to enter this blind spot of surveillance with his teammates.
After closing the door, the two were suddenly touched.
They both turned their heads and found a strange man sitting on their sofa, looking at them with a smile.
Around the man, "Nian" was massaging his shoulders earnestly, while "Liusha" and "Gecko" were half-kneeling on the ground massaging each other's legs.
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