Wang Wei was about to say something, but the prophet interrupted him: "Be patient, Director Wang."

He leaned back in his chair again, folded his hands on his knees, and said calmly: "This kind of thing cannot be described in words."

"There is only one thing you need to know, Director Wang," the prophet said, "and that is that in the future, your knife may become dull one day."

The knife will become blunt... Are you referring to the two words the prophet just mentioned?

So, what is the "origin"? As if seeing Wang Weizheng's confusion, the prophet just smiled and said, "It's not time yet."

“If the timing is clear and the gravel is piled up, then all the puzzles will naturally become clear. But if the bubbles are popped in advance, the splashing water will completely pollute the pond.”

The prophet sighed softly: "Destiny is unpredictable, and time is unpredictable. If someone wants to stand in front of the waves and stir the sea water, he will only be swallowed by the surging tide. Before the torrent rolls in, experienced people can only open up tributaries and fork in two."

It was obvious that the Prophet had no intention of telling him what he meant by "origin".

However, it does not seem that this is because the prophet does not want to say it, but because he cannot say it.

However, "Origin"...

I seem to have heard someone say this word before.

Wang Weizheng's eyebrows were tightly furrowed.

He felt that his brain was not enough.

Rubbing his eyebrows, Wang Wei said with a straight face: "Prophet...right?"

"I don't know who you are or what you're thinking," he said, "but you do have some special abilities. I don't know if it's mind reading or something else, or if it's really like you said, predicting the future."

He picked up the knife again, and the silver-white blade trembled slightly, echoing with a clanging sound.

Holding the knife in his hand, Wang Weizheng raised his head and looked directly at the prophet: "But I also need to tell you that since you are in Morning Wind, you should abide by the rules of this place and don't overstep them."

The prophet smiled and said, "Of course, Ming Zhou has been a law-abiding citizen since the beginning. In fact, our goals overlap with those of the Countermeasures Bureau."

Staring at the wooden table, the Prophet said, "The purpose of the Countermeasures Bureau is to protect humans, and the purpose of the Daylight is also to protect humans from monsters."

"With this same goal, our directions should be consistent," the prophet said. "There may be some deviations in the details, but it won't have a big impact."

"In the final analysis, all we want is to spread the word so that people can be more cautious when dealing with aliens and not let them become food for monsters. That's all."

Wang Weizheng said nothing.

He just looked deeply at the prophet.

"To be honest, I don't really believe what you said," he said. "I just want to know what you want from us now and what you can give."

"According to the information my subordinates have found, I will tentatively admit that you are a stabilizing factor in the daytime, but this does not mean that I will not be wary of you. Because I don't like you. You want to know a lot, but you don't reveal anything."

Faced with Wang Weizheng's disgust, the prophet just smiled with his eyes narrowed.

"I'm just the opposite," the prophet said. "For Director Wang, I still admire him in the foreseeable future. Of course, this is in my personal capacity."

After all, the future Wang Weizheng can definitely be called a "hero".

But three months later, it was also the end of the hero.

The prophet's eyes flickered as he glanced at the stack of white papers beside him.

"It's just that there are some things that really can't be said in advance."

The prophet said calmly, "The so-called secrets of heaven cannot be leaked, not because the person who reveals the secrets will shorten his life, but because the amount of information will have a decisive impact on the future. If you anticipate and guard against it, then fate will surge in with a bigger wave, submerging the momentum of resistance in the deep ocean."

"After all, the power of suggestion is strong, much stronger than anyone imagines."

Thinking this in his mind, the prophet stood up, dusted off his windbreaker, and said, "The people outside must be getting impatient. In that case, I won't waste Director Wang's time."

As he spoke, the prophet smiled and said, "The turbulence of fate is not completely unpredictable. If we use a light knife to cut the water and a sword to cut the middle stream, I believe the future will also present infinite possibilities."

Prophet: "This meeting is very meaningful and I think it is very valuable. At the same time, I hope you can take a good look at the 'gift' I gave you. Of course, as the price of the gift, I also put some of Mingri's demands on it."

"Director Wang, please treat it as appropriate."

After saying this, the man pulled his scarf, then turned and walked into the fog.

The thick fog lifted the hem of his windbreaker, and in the fog that almost enveloped a person, the prophet's figure gradually moved into deeper darkness.

In just a few seconds, the fog covered his figure, so quietly that it seemed as if he had never been near before.

Staring at the prophet's departing back, Wang Wei fixed his eyes on the stack of white papers on the table.

Wang Weizheng picked up the white paper and read it word by word: "'Signaling pathway feasibility'..."

However, before he finished reading, a hand reached out from the side and snatched the document from Wang Weizheng's hand.

These hands were very white, and although not as white as those of the previous prophet, they also gave off a morbid feeling.

"Wow, special pathway-mediated signaling pathway," a voice came from the side of Wang Weizheng, "Well, this is something we haven't been able to conquer yet."

"I see, is that how it is, tsk tsk tsk ..."

After looking at it for a few seconds, the man actually tore up the information.

In front of Wang Weizheng, the man tore up most of the stack of white paper with a "rip" sound, leaving only a few sheets!

Looking at the guy's inexplicable actions, Wang Weizhen said nothing.

He knew that the guy must have his own considerations.

Sure enough, after reading the information, the guy sighed and said, "What a genius but useless design. Oh, how many things have been overturned? Who could have come up with this thing? Is he an angel or a devil? What should those people in the research department do?"

Sighing, the man said into the phone, "Hello, put me through to the research department and tell them that the research and development of the 'drug' has been stopped except for Laboratory No. 1."

"Why? Because someone has already walked this path for us, and found that it is not feasible for us, so it is useless, understand?"

"Why do you want to keep Lab No. 1? Are you stupid? Even if you know it's trash, it still has some meaning. If nothing else, at least when the monster pokes your [beep], you can bite not only the lighter but also something else. Got it?"

"And the significance of 'Ye Yin' is very important. No matter if it kills people or not, we must get it. Do you understand?"

After hanging up the phone, the man sighed: "Tsk, a bunch of useless guys."

After a while, the voice said to Wang Weizheng again: "So, what do you think?"

Only at this time did Wang Weizheng finally turn around.

Then he saw a young man sitting in a wheelchair, supporting his forehead with his hand, looking at him impatiently.

After a moment's silence, he stood beside the young man, holding his wheelchair with both hands.

"Let's talk outside." Wang Weizheng said.