After hesitating for a moment, Wang Weizheng sat down opposite the prophet.

Soon he noticed that the Prophet took two teacups from the table, poured himself some water, and pushed the cups next to him.

Glancing at the teacup in front of him, Wang Wei was looking deeply at Bai Ling.

He wasn't worried that the guy in front of him would poison him.

As the director of the Countermeasures Bureau, Wang Weizheng is not afraid of poison, he has a unique method of detoxification.

After thinking for a while, he picked up the teacup and took a sip.

This drink made him slightly stunned.

"Ginger coke...?"

The familiar taste and flavor made Wang Weizheng look at the prophet.

At this moment, the prophet was taking a sip, and then said with a smile: "It may be slightly different from what Director Wang had in mind. After all, even if one tries his best, there may still be slight deviations in the heat and technique."

Looking at the teacup in front of him, Wang Weizheng was silent for a moment before he continued, "No, it's very close."

This taste is similar to what I have tasted in the past.

Wang Weizhen couldn't help but recall that he had drunk this cup of ginger cola decades ago, before he entered the big city and was about to leave with a nylon bag on his back.

The person who made ginger cola for himself probably didn't really understand why ginger and foreign soda had to be mixed together. He just heard from relatives in big cities that it could be done this way, so he felt it necessary to make some for Wang Weizheng as well.

When Wang Wei was drinking this stuff, he didn't feel anything. His eyes were bright, as if he saw a bigger city through the mountain village, and he ignored the white porcelain bowl in front of him and the shabby bicycle next to it.

When I really started to feel the nostalgia, I found that I couldn't get a similar feeling no matter how hard I drank.

After taking a sip, Wang Weizheng's brows softened a little, as if he was recalling the past.

He looked at the teacup in front of him and sighed, "I wanted to drink something similar before, but I couldn't taste it no matter what I did. I didn't expect that I could drink it here today."

"How do you do it?" he asked. "Why can you make it taste similar?"

Facing Wang Weizheng's doubts, the prophet smiled and said, "When boiling the tea, your mother accidentally put in some soap beans..."

Soap bean?

Recalling the old smell, Wang Weizheng nodded again: "I remember now, it turns out this is the smell of my mother's laundry. I was wondering why when I drink this stuff, I always feel like I can smell a certain smell in my memory. I thought it was homesickness, but now I know it's soapberry."

It's really depressing.

With a sigh, Wang Weizheng put the knife aside and looked at the prophet again.

After a while, he said, "Should I ask you how you knew the secret of this thing, or should I ask you who you are?"

The prophet leaned back in his chair, tapping the armrest with his slender fingers: "In fact, this is essentially a problem."

"As I told you before, you can call me 'the Prophet'."

The prophet said with a smile: "Of course, the so-called prophet is just a spectator who can see through the fog and trace back time. Even if he can see far into the distance and witness the changes of the world, he is ultimately just a person who knows more."

"After all, the so-called prophet is not omniscient and omnipotent," the prophet shook his head. "To encompass all wisdom, calculations, and plans in the universe, that is probably the realm of God."

Listen to the words of the prophet silently.

After a long while, Wang Weizheng said, "I don't care whether he is a god or not."

"If there really is a god, it's fine if he doesn't show up. But if he dares to show up in this country and stretches out his disgusting tentacles in all directions, then I don't mind slashing at the so-called god. I've done this many times, and it doesn't matter if I do it again."

When he said this, Wang Weizheng was in a very calm mood.

He thought so and even acted so in the future.

But that will be several months later...

Thinking of this, the prophet couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

But he soon calmed himself down.

Staring at Wang Weizheng, the prophet thought for a moment and leaned back slightly.

He pointed to Wang Weizheng's pocket and said, "Don't you want to answer the call?"

The prophet said: "Your subordinates should be very anxious now, right?"

The words fell.

As if in response to the prophet's meaning, ten seconds later, the cell phone in Wang Weizheng's trouser pocket suddenly buzzed!

Hmm? After glancing at his phone and then at the smiling prophet, Wang Wei was silent for a moment before turning on his phone.

"Hello?"

As soon as he said the first word, a barrage of curses came from the phone that even the prophet next to him could hear.

The general meaning is, why, as a director, would he secretly abandon his colleagues and take a taxi away when he should have been preparing.

Listening to the voice on the phone that could have almost killed someone, Wang Weizheng's expression did not change at all.

After a while, Director Wang hung up the phone and looked at the prophet again.

The prophet also smiled and said, "But speaking of it, isn't it a bit too arrogant for Director Wang to go and deal with the problem alone?"

Facing this question, Wang Weizheng shook his head: "Since you are a prophet, shouldn't you know the answer?"

"I've said before that a prophet is not omniscient and omnipotent," the prophet spread his hands, "besides, the process of seeking answers is something that should be appreciated, just like a main meal should be accompanied by side dishes and cooking should be seasoned, otherwise it will seem too monotonous."

"Besides, if you claim to know everything and ignore everything, wouldn't life be a little boring?"

After taking a look at the prophet, Wang Weizheng shook his head.

He finally explained: "There have been a lot of things happening in Morningwind City recently. I suspect some 'disaster' has taken action."

"Every one of those guys is difficult to deal with," he said calmly. "Except for a few people in the bureau, no one can fight those guys. If we really let others come, they will just line up to commit suicide."

These are not secrets. After all, they have been working with alien species for a long time. Except for a few secrets, both sides probably have some understanding of the other side.

"I see," the prophet thought, "So Director Wang is planning to come here personally to handle the problem?"

"yes."

Wang Weizheng nodded. "Unless three or four of those guys come together, I won't die. At most I'll be injured. But with the twisted minds of those monsters, asking them to unite would be more painful than asking them to have sex in the open air."

Wang Wei had a nonchalant attitude, as if he was looking down on those alien species.

As the director of the Countermeasures Bureau, he does have such ability.

Being able to often maintain stability in the country and intimidate everyone with a long sword, Wang Weizheng can almost be said to be one of the strongest people in the country!

Although he was still a slightly weak human, Wang Weizheng's monstrous consciousness and movements, as well as his unique long sword, even made many "disasters" retreat! However, that was only for now.

"But Director Wang, have you ever thought about a question?"

Looking at the calm Wang Weizheng, the prophet suddenly said, "What if one day the enemy becomes so strong that your sword can no longer cut it? What should you do?"

Can’t even cut with your own knife?

How is that possible.

Wang Wei was just about to deny it.

But the next second, the prophet's fingers pressed lightly on the wooden table.

Guided by some invisible force, the water stains on the table gradually flowed and stretched, forming two unclear words in just a few seconds.

Looking at this word, Wang Weizheng's eyebrows were tightly furrowed.

【Origin】……? What the hell is this?

I just woke up, it's a little late, sorry