Chapter 35 Finally...Revived
Time passes silently, like a deer galloping across a mossy path, or like fallen flowers falling into the lake, and in just a moment it goes from bright sunshine to setting sun.
Just as Wen Zhengming had thought, the condemnation changed its tone that night, from condemning the failure to protect the safety of other countries' people to suspicion directed at the citizens of other countries.
This shows that the people arrested by the Ming Dynasty have realized that all the people in the Qixing Building are their spies.
Ten spies were killed in a row. There is no need to think about it carefully. Sima Zhao's intention is still clear to everyone.
You Daming did this on purpose!
However, what shocked people on the other side of the ocean even more was that being able to produce this unknown creature meant that the Ming Dynasty was able to control it.
When did the Ming Dynasty's biochemical strength reach this level?
Didn’t you say you don’t want to study biochemistry?
………
When Lin Qingsheng saw the news at the Qixing Hotel, he shrugged.
But what if I knew?
They didn't dare to expose it.
Yes, I was targeted.
Do you have any evidence?
No, I have evidence that they are spies.
This is the communication between countries.
"Remember to send someone up to give them some water and food at night."
In the upper floors of the hotel, Lin Qingsheng looked at the gradually darkening sky and gave instructions.
If a person hangs upstairs for three days, he will really die. In order for the spies upstairs to survive for three days, Lin Qingsheng needs to ask the Jinyiwei to provide the ten spies with enough water and food every night.
Since the strange puppets said they wanted to hang for three days, Lin Qingsheng couldn't let them die by hanging there.
"I guess they would rather die than live." Xiang Quan shook his head.
Lin Qingsheng shrugged and said:
"You can't blame me for that. If you want to blame someone, blame that puppet man. Besides, they deserve it for being spies in Ming Dynasty."
There is no room for morality between countries, because being immoral towards other countries is the greatest immorality towards one's own people.
………
It was a dark and windy night, and a hundred meters above the ground, the cold wind was bone-chilling.
The wind blew, even though it was only a slight breeze, but it seemed to gather all the coldness of winter together and sprinkle it on the faces, necks, and hands of everyone it met...
Caesar, hanging on a tall building, felt as if every pore of his body was trembling.
cold!
So cold!
In a daze, Caesar vaguely felt that he was hanging in mid-air. After a while, it seemed that someone was pulling him.
Before he could regain consciousness, he felt something being stuffed into his mouth and going deep into his esophagus.
He felt so sick that he wanted to vomit, but he couldn't.
It seemed as if food was passing through this thing and pouring into his stomach.
Caesar was stimulated and wanted to wake up, but before he could open his eyes, a needle pierced his blood vessel.
Caesar felt himself sinking little by little, as if falling into an endless abyss.
“Aren’t we a bit inhumane?”
Li Weimin skillfully injected the sedative mixed with glucose solution into Caesar's vein, speaking with a dull expression.
“Calm down!”
Han Hanwei shrugged and said, "After taking the tranquilizer, I don't know anything."
"That's not what I meant."
The dull Li Weiming scratched his head and said, "I just feel a little excited. When I was studying forensic medicine, I had never seen such a complete cadaver."
"Damn, all those who study forensics are perverts!"
Han Hanwei felt that he had wasted his feelings, but was also a little glad that he did not attend the forensic course when the Jinyiwei offered it.
"But to be honest, this is the most exciting mission of the past two years."
The Imperial Guards protect the country's safety. As a frontline assault force, their lives are quite boring, they just find joy in hardship.
Half an hour later, the unconscious Caesar was skillfully tied up again by Li Weimin and then hung back on the top of the building.
There was no one at night, only the ghost in the Qi Xin Hotel, who was patrolling his territory diligently and walking quietly in the corridor.
Empty and quiet.
On the 80th floor of the Qi Xin Hotel, the ghost only wandered between the 1st to the 60th floor, while Lin Qingsheng and others were resting on the 10th floor.
The most hardworking person in the entire hotel turned out to be a ghost. It really shows that the world is going downhill and people’s hearts are no longer as they used to be.
………
In the distance, in the study, Wen Zhengming, wearing pajamas, exited the map on time and stopped monitoring the characters he had fabricated in this world.
In order to better control the situation, Wen Zhengming habitually checked the locations of all people and objects every day.
This benefited him a lot, especially in his understanding of the Ming Dynasty.
In fact, Lin Qingsheng’s imagination about the puppet man is very consistent with Wen Zhengming’s state. This is an old voyeurism.
Of course, Wen Zhengming would not admit it.
Anyway, Lin Qingsheng didn’t know who the man behind the puppet was.
The carbon pen in his hand drew a circle in the air, and two names were circled on the paper.
Under the incandescent light, Wen Zhengming looked at the plan in front of him and started turning the pen in his hand.
"Lin Qingsheng has already begun to build up the extraordinary forces of the Ming Dynasty, and the forces that can suppress the Ming Dynasty should also appear."
As Wen Zhengming finished speaking, a projection unfolded from the void and automatically jumped into the character editor.
………
In southern Yunnan, among the Ten Thousand Mountains, a skinny old man walked out of the mountains.
He was dressed like a Miao from southern Yunnan, and his body was like a bamboo pole, as if it would be blown away by the wind at any time.
But there seemed to be a flame burning in his eyes, ready to burn the endless world into ashes.
The old man reached out and touched the bamboo basket at his waist, and his withered hands rubbed back and forth on the basket, as if he was touching his beloved.
A low and long voice sounded softly.
"When the world reopens, it's time to come back."
………
Yinshan Mountain has undulating terrain and is covered with wild grass.
A lame middle-aged man, leaning on a skeleton crutch in his right hand, limped out of the mountain.
His face was as pale as paper, except for his lips which were as red as blood.
Three parts like human, but seven parts like a ghost.
The long wind blew his sleeves, making him look lonely and desolate, yet indescribably creepy.
Looking at the vast world, he suddenly opened his arms, as if hugging something.
"Finally...revived!"
………
At the same time, at the Changfeng subway station in Daming Yucheng, a bald young man walked out of the subway station.
He casually walked past the ticket check point, but the subway staff seemed not to notice.
Pedestrians in the subway also ignored him.
The young man was wearing a white Zen robe, but had no monk's scars, and looked like a monk but not quite.
He has a slender and well-proportioned figure, and his uprightness is yet not without a hint of softness.
She was born with a fair and clean complexion, but her lips were as red as a beauty's.
It's like a touch of charm painted on a lotus in this corrupt world, making people unable to help but take a few more glances.
Walking to the entrance of Changfeng subway station, the man raised his head and revealed a charming smile.
"We've arrived in Yucheng!"
Thanks to Tang Huangtian for the reward of 100 starting coins and Di Ming Huanglong for the reward of 100 book coins!
Asking for book collection, recommendation, investment~~~Ah, I want everything, what should I do
(End of this chapter)
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