Chapter 43 009 But my eyes seemed to have taken root, and I couldn’t move them away...
Ten minutes before the sentry arrived at the local police station, Wu Cisheng finally remembered the sentry's name.
——Lucas.
When he thought of this name, he had been sitting like a silent statue in the reception hall of the local public security bureau for a full fifteen minutes.
After drinking two glasses of water, he reviewed in his mind the time, place, and content of his past meetings with Lucas, as well as the various communications between the sentry and himself over the past half month.
He often took the initiative to send him some messages, most of which were related to the progress of his partner's case, such as what new evidence had been discovered, or that it had been sorted out, and that he had gone directly to the home of the current president of the Alien Management Committee, etc.
In addition to the above, he would occasionally say a few words to show concern for his life. For such messages, Wu Cisheng would sometimes reply and sometimes not.
I remember another time when he even unexpectedly transferred several large sums of money to his account, each exceeding the single limit. Even when Wu Cisheng opened the message, the other party was still continuing...
At that time, Wu Cisheng thought he had turned the wrong way and kindly reminded him, but the sentry only replied with two words: "That's right."
In the end, Wu Cisheng retreated...
What else happened?
Oh... After visiting his mother on behalf of Wu Cisheng, even without saying it explicitly, he seemed to understand who Yang Jiao was to him, and even specifically praised her by saying, "Auntie, you look so much like me."
He was even in Wutong Town yesterday afternoon, and now he said he was coming to pick him up, which means he must have rushed to Chunhui City overnight.
And then... it seemed to be gone?
Different police officers in the station came and went in a hurry, with different footsteps and different sounds. The only thing that was the same was that almost every one of them was cursing the Alien Control Committee, saying that they had big nostrils and were so pretentious. Some were very emotional and the curse words were so unbearable to hear.
The police officer closest to Wu Cisheng whispered in agreement, then glanced at the only alien in the room: "Don't worry, they're not talking about you."
Wu Cisheng said calmly, "I know."
It is no longer a new secret that there are conflicts and contradictions between local departments and the Alien Management Committee. Initially, the conflicts were caused by the vague definition of law enforcement power. The Alien Management Committee relied on its own set of confidential laws and special management rules, and acted arbitrarily and recklessly, without cooperating or informing the local authorities in advance, causing a lot of trouble.
Based on this contradiction, the two sides often argue over resource allocation.
The financial budgets of various places are limited, and the Abnormality Management Committee, due to its special mission, can always obtain more and better resources. The most advanced equipment and the best talents are almost always provided to the Abnormality Management Committee first. Correspondingly, local conventional resources can only be shortened.
In this thick atmosphere of gunpowder, many conflicts occurred one after another. The grudges between the two sides became deeper and deeper, and they looked down on each other. Over time, many places were reluctant to deal with cases related to aliens.
It was precisely because the two sides did not exchange information that Wu Cisheng was able to easily hide his identity as a guide.
If the Alien Management Committee had not intervened first and applied for a joint operation with the local authorities, a small place like Chunhui City would not have been able to obtain all of Wu Cisheng's information.
"Isn't that the guy next to the Vice President of the White Harbor Abnormal Society? Why did they even need the Vice President to come over for such a small matter?"
Following the young police officer's mutter, the noise of two or three chairs and stools rubbing against each other was heard one after another, followed by several messy footsteps walking out of the room.
The full name of the Alien Management Committee is the Alien Management Committee. It is an independent department that was born along with that evolution. Just like the tower has branches in every province, the Alien Management Committee has branches in every province.
The current president is the highest leader within the Alien Management Committee, followed by two vice presidents, and below them are the presidents and vice presidents of the provincial capitals.
Although they are all places in name, the status and influence of different provincial capitals vary due to differences in regional economy and other factors.
Among them, the Alien Management Council located in White Harbor is the most different, after all, it is in the capital.
The first White Tower was built on the outskirts of Baigang City. It played a leading role, so naturally every move of itss would attract imitation from other provincial capitals. The various facilities and measures in the subsequent towers also spread from Baigang City.
Even the White Harbor Alien Management Council is here?
The young police officers can curse the Alien Control Committee all they want in private, and when they meet the grassroots members of the Alien Control Committee, they can make things difficult for each other and block each other's processes, but when the management of the Alien Control Committee really comes, they have to pretend to be actively cooperating.
Wu Cisheng held the cup of water in both hands, listening to the noise outside the door that came and went. He could feel the source of the sound getting closer and closer to him, until the footsteps stopped in front of him.
A pair of clearly scrutinizing eyes fell on him, examining him from head to toe.
"Hello, I'm Chen Feng, the secretary to the vice president of the Baigang Alien Society."
It was a very steady male voice, sounding like he was in his early thirties, speaking standard Mandarin, but if you listened carefully you could tell he wasn't from Baigang.
Wu Cisheng stood up and, after being quietly reminded by the kind police officer next to him, he extended his hand and shook hands briefly with the secretary for two seconds, then followed suit and introduced his name.
“…Wu Cisheng.”
*
At the same time, on the other side, in a new multi-functional silent car, a tall sentry was fixing his hair and the non-existent wrinkles on his clothes in front of the mirror.
He seemed to have forgotten that the guide he was about to meet was a completely blind man, and that everything he did was in vain.
He just adjusted his clothes from time to time and sniffed his body to see if there was any strange smell.
Are they coming?
He once again asked the system in his brain.
[No, Chen Feng and Wu Cisheng are currently completing the formalities with the local police and confirming all the necessary documents. It's expected to be completed in two minutes. The journey will take two minutes, so we'll arrive in four minutes.]
【Oh, that's fine.】
Lucas opened the lid of the pot, stirred it with a spoon, and when he felt it was about cooked, he turned off the electric stove and took out a new set of tableware from the cabinet above his head.
As a sentinel with an extraordinary sense of taste, Lucas's taste buds were already starting to feel uncomfortable just by smelling these smells...
But he still carefully and seriously prepared the dish, making sure to coat each piece of pork chop with thick cheese, and even carefully pierced each piece of cut fruit with small forks.
The system raised a question in his mind:
Is this also part of the plan?
Lucas paused forking his fork, then responded in his mind: [Of course, wasn't it a rescue mission? Since the target's favorability isn't improving, I was thinking about trying some gourmet food...]
【So that's how it is.】
[No wonder you proactively transferred money to him, said good morning, good afternoon, and good night to him, and even visited his mother. It was all your plan.]
[…Of course.]
The 03399 system, as can be seen from its four-digit number, is a system with little mission experience. It usually accepts tasks of relatively low difficulty. This is the first time it has accepted various second-week tasks.
In order to ensure the success of the mission, it carefully selected the host for a long time, but unfortunately its luck was not very good and a little unknown accident occurred before it started.
——Who knew that the reliable partner would not be able to come due to some urgent matter?
There is no other way. In such a disadvantageous situation, it can only select suitable hosts based on the principle of proximity. Otherwise, it would not just pick up people on the street like this. The uncertainty is too high.
Fortunately, although the host was particularly resistant to being bound by it at the beginning and said that he would rather die immediately than do any crappy task, it thought it had to find someone new.
But now, the host named Lucas doesn't seem to be so averse to the mission anymore, and currently maintains a very positive attitude towards the mission goals and tasks.
Well...that's a good thing.
It had previously suspected Lucas of falling in love with the target, largely because it had seen the experiences of some of its colleagues in the system square: one of its predecessors had bound himself to a descendant of a polluting civilization, and it had actively completed the mission, and several others had the same experience...
And these rescuers, without exception, all fell in love with their targets in the end, and some of Lucas's behaviors were too similar.
So of course the system makes such a judgment.
But Lucas kept saying no, that it was just ordinary brotherhood. Is that right?
Human emotions are so complicated.
03399 was a little confused.
Lucas considerately straightened a tilted fork, wondering where to put it next. It had to be within easy reach of him.
[In addition to the main quest, there is also a hidden quest, which requires you to find the remains of the previous system...]
03399 said eagerly.
If you finish it, I can provide you with more help~~
【oh. 】
Lucas was not interested in this "temptation". He adjusted the direction of the fork, looked outside, and asked it on his own.
How long will it take them to arrive?
After learning that there was less than a minute left, Lucas wiped the table for the nineteenth time, spoke in his natural voice, and then adjusted his voice bit by bit.
"Wu Cisheng...Cisheng...Cisheng..."
After changing to a suitable voice, he finally stopped with satisfaction.
*
"There are steps ahead, be careful."
In fact, there was no need for Chen Feng to remind him. As early as a hundred meters away from the stairs, the little ferret had already conveyed all the road conditions ahead to Wu Cisheng.
"Thanks…"
Wu Cisheng walked down the steps and took a few steps to the car door. He heard a sound similar to a car door opening. Chen Feng spoke again and carefully reminded him that there were steps ahead.
“Okay, okay…”
After climbing three steps, Wu Cisheng entered the car. His back, which was slightly hunched for fear of hitting his head, slowly straightened out when he realized that the space inside was very spacious.
Is this a sofa?
Is that a table in front?
After walking about ten steps, Wu Cisheng was guided to sit down. Clearly, the interior of the car was much larger than he had imagined. Judging by the aroma of food he could smell, there was also a small kitchen?
The moment the small door opened, the noise outside suddenly dissipated, and the sound of flowing water could be faintly heard. It was obvious that white noise devices were installed all around. What kind of new RV is this?
He suddenly remembered that he had proposed a similar concept when he was still in the tower, a movable white noise room plus a treatment chamber or something, but unfortunately he only saw the rough finished product of the first generation at that time.
"I'm leaving first. Mr. Wu, if you need anything, you can call me. Just press the button on the edge of the sofa."
Wu Cisheng looked in the direction of the sound, with a gentle smile on his face: "Okay, thank you, sorry for the trouble."
The footsteps gradually faded away, the small door opened and closed, Wu Cisheng put away his guide stick and umbrella, and began to tidy up his clothes and the loose cuffs that had come loose on the road.
In the past, the little ferret would start exploring the surroundings as soon as it arrived in an unfamiliar environment and convey the information to Wu Cisheng, but this time it couldn't do that.
He knew from his breath and pheromones that he was sitting opposite a sentry. He didn't need to ask who it was; it was definitely Lucas.
After all, the warm touch beside his legs was still so warm and familiar, and on the way here, Chen Feng introduced Lucas's identity.
Distinguished guests from the other side of the continent,
Currently the Special Chief Sentinel of the Abnormal Control Council.
It sounds like a big name. Wu Cisheng also asked Lucas about his enthusiastic help these days. Was it his personal intention?
The alien could see every move of the little weasel, so the little guy shrank behind Wu Cisheng's neck very cautiously and didn't come out at all.
"Haven't you had lunch yet?"
His chaotic thoughts were interrupted by a concerned greeting from the opposite side. A piece of steaming food was gently pushed in front of Wu Cisheng. He was afraid that he couldn't get it, so he almost delivered it to his hands.
Wu Cisheng smelled the aroma of cheese ribs, which was very similar to the one he often ate at the restaurant before, but when he smelled it carefully, the sauce was a little different, and it was obviously much spicier.
What a coincidence, he can eat spicy food very well. He would make a special note of this every time he ate at that restaurant, but the owner sometimes forgot.
But...how did he know?
Furthermore, Wu Cisheng knew that it was already spicy enough for him, so it should be even more unacceptable for the sentinels whose five senses were countless times sharper than those of ordinary people, right?
I remember that when we were in the tower, Wu Cisheng, as the president, often went in and out of the sentry canteen due to business needs. He saw with his own eyes more than once how bland their food was.
It is said that in order to protect sensitive and fragile taste buds, food should be as light as possible.
For the above reasons, the first thing Wu Cisheng noticed when he came in was the aroma of food.
The sentry's voice was deliberately soft: "Try it. It was a little hot just now. I let it cool for a while. Now you can eat it."
Wu Cisheng hesitated for a few seconds, and the sentry immediately said, "It's okay, you can let the little guy come out for a checkup."
“…”
He seemed to be very aware of Wu Cisheng's cautious behavior, but he didn't think it was a big deal at all. There was even a hint of obvious expectation in his tone.
Now that people said so, Wu Cisheng changed his mind, and the little ferret that had been hiding behind his neck finally stopped hiding and walked forward to conduct an "inspection" with familiarity.
The little paws lay on the edge, circling around to check each piece of food. The little nose trembled quickly, sniffing the smell of the food carefully, not missing any unusual smell.
After the inspection, the little ferret seemed relieved. It turned its little body and climbed along Wu Cisheng's arm, finally landing steadily on Wu Cisheng's shoulder, and rubbed Wu Cisheng's cheek affectionately.
Throughout the entire process, the guide, who was the master of the spiritual body, could clearly feel the gaze of the sentinel opposite him, which was so strong that it could not be ignored.
This included the gray wolf.
It also seemed to be particularly interested in the little ermine with a layer of white film on its eyes. It was eager to get close to it and smell it, and kept licking the edge of its mouth with its tongue.
Unfortunately, Wu Cisheng quickly retracted the little ferret into his spiritual consciousness. It had been too tired these past few days, especially at night when it was with Cheng Yuan. It seemed to be on guard all night long, and its state was obviously weakened. It needed to rest.
*
"Well, well?"
The guide looked gentle and refined, and he ate in a very graceful manner. He fumbled with the chopsticks, picked up a piece of pork ribs wrapped in cheese, put it in his mouth and started chewing. Apart from the movement of his cheeks, there was no other sound.
For no apparent reason, Lucas suddenly recalled some memories from the past:
His childhood was not worth recalling. He was born on an uninhabitable planet in a high-pressure centralized area ruled by the Shawa royal family.
The top nobles enjoy 99% of the resources. They are so extravagant that taking a bath wastes the total milk consumption of an entire city's residents, and the energy consumed in watching a show can feed an entire medium-sized habitable planet.
A priceless blood-red ruby is enough to drive countless people crazy and make them sacrifice their lives for it, but it is just one of the abandoned items covered with dust in the noble lady's dressing cabinet.
The nobles exploit the middle class, the middle class exploits the common people, layer by layer, most of the poor people have no way to escape and can only suffer in dire straits.
As a child of slaves, Lucas had been wandering around various planets since he was young. He had exhausted all his energy trying to survive, so naturally he had no time to learn table manners properly.
It was not until the rise of the rebels that Lucas joined the rebels with his reckless determination and gradually made a name for himself.
After overthrowing the old rule, he transformed himself into a new nobleman. Gradually, people stopped calling him a savage wild dog and started calling him Sir Lucas.
Tsk.
Lucas, who had never been taught formal etiquette, was often ridiculed behind his back, and he also looked down on the "nobles" of Central City.
He wondered why there were so many elaborate rules for food, clothing, housing, and transportation. Why did eating have to follow so many complicated rules? Did it matter what you ate first or last? Even if it made noises, so what? In the end, wouldn't the food just be chewed and eaten and eventually passed out?
He disdained to understand and was unwilling to learn table manners. Anyway, if he heard someone making fun of him for eating too loudly or not knowing the rules, the person who spoke would immediately turn into a cold corpse, unable to make a sound.
Lucas was originally a space pirate, so of course he acted arrogantly and recklessly. Isn't that normal? What could they do to him?
At that time, an unknown wormhole suddenly appeared near the main star, and super-powered beasts could emerge from it every minute and every second. Is there anyone who can stop it? It all depends on Lucas.
Every time Lucas saw those old guys being so angry with him but having to give in to him, he felt secretly happy.
He had previously laughed at those nobles who were so slow when eating, but when he saw someone chewing slowly in front of him, he didn't feel annoyed at all, but instead found it pleasing to the eye.
Well, just admiring.
He said this to himself, it was definitely not like what the system said that she fell in love with him, it must be the influence of that spiritual body.
It must be like this.
I tried to convince myself firmly in my heart, but my eyes seemed to have taken root and I couldn't move them away.
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