As the ink seeped into the wood grain, the exhaust fan suddenly blew the charred ashes of the "Temporary Household Registration Management Measures" into a DNA spiral, which happened to wrap around the beer bottle held by Liang.
"The potatoes in the underground factory will be planted in three days." Mou Xuan picked up the apple that Chen Yao had just peeled with the tip of a dagger, and the flesh revealed the architectural structure diagram of the seventh district in the firelight.
Leader Fan's prosthetic throat mask made a sharp friction sound, and the time tattoo on his neck was oozing a black liquid similar to diesel.
It was at this time that the legal auditor kicked open the rusty iron door.
The cover of the "Draft Basic Law" tucked under his arm was still stained with frost created by an ice-type psychic. Every step he took left ice chips with tooth marks on the concrete floor - those were the marks left by biting open the sealed document bag with teeth.
"The definition of 'spouse rights' in Article 29 is vague." Auditor Li poked at the clause soaked in apple juice with his frozen fingers. "Does the spouse of a superpower refer exclusively to humans, or does it also include those who..." He suddenly used a document to smack to death a mutant cockroach that was gnawing at legal documents on the wall. The insect corpse dragged a trail of blood with phosphorus powder on the "Population Census Form."
Chen Yao suddenly coughed lightly, and the hunting knife struck the edge of the brazier with seven short trills.
Mou Xuan noticed that the tip of her boots was pointing in the direction of Assistant Feng's chains - those chains corroded by the turbulence of time had somehow formed the shape of Roman numerals XXXIII, which was the date of the explosion in her father's laboratory.
Leader Fan suddenly overturned the table, and the bullets rolling out of the ammunition box spelled out the words "No Compromise" on the concrete floor.
Liang members took the opportunity to throw beer bottle residue on the "Regulations on the Distribution of War Reserve Materials". The glass fragments reflected three hundred distorted faces in the firelight - all of them were civilians forcibly conscripted by the commandos last month.
Mou Xuan unbuttoned his collar to reveal a double mark that had turned completely silver. The flowing metal lines were swallowing up the quarreling in the air-raid shelter.
When the chandelier flickered for the thirteenth time, everyone was shocked to find that they were standing on half of a legal provision, and the broken part happened to be the clause that they cared about most.
"Engrave the objection clause on the diesel generator shell before dawn." Mou Xuan suddenly threw the dagger at the exhaust fan, and the rotating blade cut the scattered salt crystals into standard units of measurement. "Use the hydraulic press in the underground factory in District 7—" He paused deliberately, watching the black liquid on Leader Fan's neck suddenly flow back to the tattoo, "press it into a specification that can fit into the groove of the commando badge."
Auditor Li raised an icy magnifying glass to the "Gene Sampling Regulations", and the lens magnified a comma into a barbed hook: "This punctuation mark may turn voluntary into compulsory." The white breath he exhaled while speaking condensed into Tao Sheng's favorite cigar smoke ring pattern on the "Emergency Marriage Law".
Suddenly, Assistant Feng's heart-wrenching howl came from deep in the air-raid shelter, and the sound of iron chains colliding formed a new time pattern code.
Mou Xuan's pupils shrank slightly. He saw that his shadow on the wall was being stretched into the shape of the centrifuge in his father's laboratory - the machine in which the original time-mark virus was isolated.
When the last legal provision was stuffed into the diesel generator, Chen Yao suddenly pressed Mou Xuan's wrist.
The apple juice on her fingertips drew a strange smiley face on the silver engraving - it was exactly the same as the code array that Assistant Feng had carved out of iron this morning.
The night wind blown in by the exhaust fan brought with it the foul smell of District 7, and blew the problematic clauses pointed out by Auditor Li into a spiral shape, which happened to catch the spare badge that Leader Fan was preparing to use to replace the concept.
Mou Xuan felt the marks on the bottom of the conference table. They were parallel lines left by the fingernails of three hundred corpses.
He suddenly realized that the spacing between these lines was exactly the same as that between the legal provisions - just like the parameters in his father's experimental log that had been repeatedly modified, each "correction" would cause more violent space-time oscillations.
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