Tap, tap, tap, the steady and powerful footsteps stopped in front of an electronic door. The man in military uniform swallowed his saliva, his expression a little annoyed. What kind of luck did he have today!
I gave myself a pep talk and thought I had prepared myself mentally.
"Beep, beep, beep." There was a regular knock on the door.
"Come in!" The man who was busy handling official business stopped his work and looked at the newcomer with indifferent eyes without any warmth.
"General." Jiang Song, the senior hacker, usually cheerful and playful, straightened his expression upon entering the room. The pervasive aura in the room forced him to become even more respectful. "The surveillance cameras we installed in the Golden Lion Clan showed unusual activity this afternoon."
The man tapped the table twice with his slender, calloused index finger. He asked, "Have you read the contents?" His cold, deep voice was as rich as a cello.
Jiang Song hummed, momentarily forgetting his fear of the man. A puzzled look crossed his face as he said, "There doesn't seem to be anything special about the footage we captured. It's just a young boy. The key point is that this boy was brought back to the Golden Lion Clan by our head steward, Qin Chong. Qin Chong has been missing for two years, and we haven't been able to find any trace of him. Today, he showed up at the Golden Lion Clan headquarters for the first time, and he brought this boy with him."
After a pause, Jiang Song continued, "The only thing I don't understand is why the Golden Lion Clan would monitor this young man. I've checked his file, and it's perfectly normal, without any suspicious points."
The man sitting at the head of the table was silent for a moment, then said expressionlessly, "Let's continue observing for a while. If this matter has no connection to what we're investigating, there's no need to investigate further."
"Yes." Jiang Song nodded to show that he understood. Before leaving, he asked for some unknown reason: "General, do you want the surveillance data to be sent to your computer?"
The man didn't look up, his handsome face as cold as ever, and he uttered two words in a low voice: "Send it."
After leaving the room, Jiang Song breathed a sigh of relief. The general had become colder and colder since he woke up. It was all his own fault. He had drawn lots with that group of old hands and had bad luck, so he was the one to report on his work. After gritting his teeth for a while, Jiang Song sneered at these guys. He didn't believe that it would be his turn to draw lots next time.
In the early morning, the sound of clear chirping could be heard outside the window, and He Mo woke up. The room he lived in was next to the lotus pond. The lotus flowers in the pond had not yet bloomed in large numbers. There were only a few small pointed ones, and large lotus leaves were spread on the water surface, layer upon layer. Little goldfish could be vaguely seen swimming under the lotus leaves from time to time.
Pushing open the window, the refreshing and slightly cool breeze dispelled the stuffiness in the room. He Mo stretched his body, and his depressed mood that had been gloomy all night was replaced by the beautiful scenery.
The attentive robot lightly carried a bowl of noodles and placed it on the table. Breakfast was set last night. He Mo sat down and took a bite. The noodles were hard, with a strong astringent feeling and sticky to the teeth. The soup in the noodles was made with various seasonings to enhance the flavor. It was basically a pot of seasoning soup. The egg on top was bland and tasteless, with the skin a little burnt and a strong burnt smell.
He Mo frowned and reluctantly ate half a bowl of rice before putting down his bowl and chopsticks. This was simply torture.
The test was scheduled for nine in the morning, and it was only seven, so there were still two hours left.
What did he do for these two hours? He Mo held his chin with one hand and tapped the edge of the window lightly with the other hand.
At seven o'clock in the morning, in the black and white bedroom, the man woke up on time, as if he had a nightmare. The man's cold and handsome eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and his bronze arms stretched out from the quilt. When he was about to lift the quilt, he suddenly remembered something and turned on the light brain.
As expected, there was still no progress in getting the information he wanted. The man was about to exit the computer when a small red dot caught his eye. He clicked it and saw that the sending time was 10 o'clock last night, and the sender was Jiang Song.
The Golden Lion Family, a first-class family that had been silent for nearly five years. The man recalled the information about this family. The Golden Lion Family was very low-key. A few decades ago, they were the number one family in the Federation and had great power. Later on, they gradually declined and fell out of the top three, but they were still the top ten families in the Federation. Perhaps the direction they had been focusing on investigating was wrong. The more low-key the family, the more likely it was to hide something. Although he had arranged surveillance for each of the ten major families, it seemed that he had done too little investigation on the Golden Lion Family.
The air pressure around the man is getting lower and lower, his eyes are sharp, and the direction of the investigation should be changed.
The straight back softened and leaned against the cushion. The man finally clicked on the video. The moment his eyes met the video, his sharp gaze became a little swollen.
What meets the eye is a flawless and delicate face, the rosy lips seem to have drunk water, plump and lustrous with a hint of moisture, and the gentle and clear eyes, when they inadvertently sweep across the camera, are like a small brush gently brushing across the heart, making one unable to stop.
The virtual screen clearly outlined the young man's every smile and frown, and his familiar eyes and brows appeared before him in reality, except in his dreams.
The man stared at the screen motionlessly, his eyes reddened from the prolonged inactivity. He looked at the boy in the video with almost greed, his usually decisive hands seeming to tremble upon closer inspection. With a long sigh, the corners of his cold mouth curved into an arc, softening his usually stern and terrifying expression. As if he had found the treasure of his life, the man smiled helplessly at the virtual screen, "I almost missed you, Xiao Mo."
He Mo, who was standing by the window, stopped knocking unconsciously. Suddenly, a little man and a little dog appeared in his mind. They were holding the peach tree at home and refused to let go. They pulled his sleeves and called him "brother" in a voice that was sweeter than the last. The picture was so familiar.
Why did he think of them again? He Mo's nose felt a little sore. Before that great battle, he was in a coma for two whole years due to excessive use of his mental power. It was his fault that he failed to protect Xiao Mou and Xiao Ba. He should not have used his mental power rashly, otherwise they would not have died from the insects.
After he woke up, the first thing he did was to look for Xiao Mou and Xiao Ba. His original home was completely destroyed in the battle, and the names of Xiao Ba and Xiao Mou were not on the list of survivors. After searching for several months, he gradually gave up and accepted the fact that they were dead.
The cultivator fights against the heavens and against his fate, but he is really a little scared. He has no strength at the moment and cannot protect the people he cherishes and values.
In fact, even if there had not been this test, he was planning to try to form a contract with the alien beast. The Star Art could not bring him any military help at present, but the alien beast could. The only trouble was that he could not get in touch with the alien beast cub with great potential. The arrival of Qin Chong solved his problem. He was determined to get this cub.
His usually gentle features became somewhat sharp. It was not his style to just get by.
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