Chapter 17 Begins
In Yucheng, Wen Zhengming knew that he had got the "Yao Guangxiao Manuscript" the moment Lin Qingsheng got it.
There is nothing special about it, it’s just that the original location of “Yao Guangxiao Manuscript” on the projected map has changed.
The "Yao Guangxiao Manuscript" buried underground would not move by itself. The only possibility was that Lin Qingsheng had already gone to Qingshou Temple to dig a hole.
Otherwise, Wen Zhengming really couldn't think of any other reason.
“It’s quite fast.”
In the study, Wen Zhengming was looking up information while watching Yao Guangxiao's manuscript moving quickly on the map, and commented on Lin Qingsheng's ability to act.
He was looking up ancient materials at this time, one to choose a suitable master for himself, and the other to rank the sects whose spiritual energy had been revived.
He has currently finalized a rough outline of the spiritual energy revival, but it is still very rough.
“It’s a long way to go!”
Under the projection, Wen Zhengming picked up a pen and began to refine the plan to be launched recently based on the information.
Wen Zhengming's notebook connected one historical school and celebrity after another into a spider web.
As time passed, the spider web became denser and denser, and Wen Zhengming's thoughts became clearer and clearer.
An hour later, Wen Zhengming stretched and glanced at the map, only to see that the "Yao Guangxiao Manuscript" was nailed to the map and did not move.
"Stopped?"
Wen Zhengming instantly enlarged the map, and his God-like perspective was instantly brought closer, with countless buildings expanding.
Finally, Wen Zhengming's perspective penetrated the thick wall and entered an extremely solemn office.
There were two people in the office, one of whom Wen Zhengming was very familiar with, Lin Qingsheng.
The other was a man in his late sixties with a slightly balding head and gray hair on his temples.
At this time, the "Yao Guangxiao Manuscript" edited by Wen Zhengming was on the mahogany table between the two of them.
Wen Zhengming looked at the middle-aged man in front of him.
Is this Lin Qingsheng’s boss?
Wen Zhengming glanced around the entire office. The emblem of the Ministry of Justice. Is this the Ministry of Justice?
Minister of Justice?
Minister-level boss?
Before Wen Zhengming could think carefully, the middle-aged man with graying temples spoke.
"Are you sure what the puppet said is true?"
The middle-aged man's voice was soft and deep, but his expression was extremely serious.
Muppet?
I?
Wen Zhengming became interested when he saw the middle-aged man mentioned him.
Lin Qingsheng said, "I'm not sure. I doubt every word of that thing. The results I got are all inferred by myself, but I can only say that this is a temporary truth. I don't know when it will be overturned."
The middle-aged man pondered for a moment and said, "I will do as you said and try to keep the right to investigate in the Ministry of Justice. But you have to be prepared. Jinyiwei and the Ministry of War will get involved even if they are not the leaders. This is no longer something that the Ministry of Justice can investigate. It has become a matter for the entire Ming Dynasty."
Lin Qingsheng nodded: "I understand. I will go back to Yucheng now. This thing will stay with you. I hope you can convince the Prime Minister. If the puppet man in Yucheng comes back, I will report it at any time. Whether to do business with him or not is up to us."
"Go!" The middle-aged man waved his hand.
Lin Qingsheng turned and left the office.
Wen Zhengming saw it all clearly, and he suddenly began to realize that he had not developed the game well enough. In theory, this map could monitor everything on Earth.
"I just created a Bai Xiaosheng account, and I found that I really seem to know everything."
Wen Zhengming smiled and said, "What a pleasant surprise!"
Wen Zhengming casually adjusted the map and found the location of the puppet, then enlarged the map to see where the puppet avatar was now.
Soon, the puppet appeared in Wen Zhengming's sight.
Wen Zhengming stared at the screen in shock: "Fuck! That Lin Qingsheng really does what he says. I politely rebuked him, but he actually took it and studied it!"
In Wen Zhengming's vision, in a room that looked like a laboratory, a strange puppet was lying on a rectangular table, and a middle-aged man was cutting the puppet's left hand with an electric saw, with sparks flashing in a string.
At a sudden glance, the middle-aged man seemed even more terrifying than the lying rag doll.
The scene was like a large-scale Frankenstein experiment.
Unfortunately, the chainsaw was not strong enough. After a series of sparks, the puppet was still unharmed, but the chainsaw was worn out.
The middle-aged man looked at the chainsaw in his hand, then looked at the puppet, and sighed: "What on earth is this thing made of?"
"Still not splitting successfully?"
At this time, the door was pushed open, and an old man walked in and asked.
The middle-aged man seemed to have tried for a long time and said with some discouragement:
"No, the material is not damaged at all, not even a speck of dust has fallen off."
When the old man heard this, a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes, but he still spoke to comfort the middle-aged man:
"It's okay, it's within our expectations. Don't get discouraged. After all, when the people from the Ministry of Justice came to us, they told us that this thing would probably be difficult to destroy."
The middle-aged man smiled bitterly and said, "Teacher, this is not difficult to destroy. It is simply impossible to destroy it. The most primitive physical cutting is useless, chemical corrosion is useless, heating will not burn it, and lasers will not destroy it. Is this material made by human technology?"
At this point, the middle-aged man seemed to suddenly think of something, and said with his eyes wide open:
"What is this, teacher? Is it a UFO or an alien?"
The old man was silent for a moment, then said:
"It's hard to say."
However, he quickly changed the subject:
"If we can't destroy it, then there's no need to destroy it. The people from the Ministry of Justice need to transfer this thing away. We can continue our research after some time."
"So fast? Teacher, can you give me some more time? I will definitely find a way to remove one of its hands." The middle-aged man looked at the puppet with a cruel look on his face.
Wen Zhengming's mouth twitched slightly as he looked at the screen.
Bro, that’s pretty awesome!
The old man looked at his student and sighed:
"You have at most one hour. In one hour, the Ministry of Justice will come and take it away."
After finishing speaking, the old man added:
"Bai Gangliang, you can't be too impatient."
The old man was the physicist who proposed last time that the black shadow was Bohr-Einstein condensate. His surname was Hong, so he was also called Old Hong.
Bai Gangliang was his first doctoral student and had been doing scientific research with him.
This time, when the Ministry of Justice found him, he agreed and brought his most trusted student with him.
But, this thing...ah, it’s hard to describe in words.
The old man turned and left, leaving only the middle-aged man named Bai Gangliang to continue trying to dismember the puppet left by Wen Zhengming.
However, it seems that he can't do anything about the puppets.
Wen Zhengming nodded and said, "There's nothing I can do about it. If you dismember the puppet, won't I have to find another incarnation to look for Lin Qingsheng?"
The harsh words I said last time were slapped in the face.
Isn't this too embarrassing?
"Speaking of which, Lin Qingsheng is coming back from Shuntian Prefecture, and I should go meet him."
Wen Zhengming lowered his head and looked at the beginning of the story he had just written.
“It’s time for the story to begin.”
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(End of this chapter)
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