The moment the titanium alloy explosion-proof door slid open, the electronic Adam's apple on the back of legal advocate Cui's neck was glowing blue.
The old loudspeaker in his hand was converted into a holographic projector, which was now projecting the improved case clauses onto the rusty surface of the water tower in the square.
The water droplets accumulated from last night's heavy rain fell along the steel frame, and each drop precisely passed through the rotating quantum gavel patterns.
"For example, the material dispute case last week!" Propaganda Officer Cui suddenly opened his collar, revealing the memory resonator embedded in his collarbone.
Liang, an ordinary member who was queuing to receive water purification tablets three hundred meters away, shuddered all over. The temperature of his daughter's fever-reducing patch suddenly materialized as a light green spot on the surface of the resonator.
There were exclamations from the crowd.
A middle-aged man who had hidden compressed biscuits in his prosthetic limb stepped back subconsciously, and the sole of his boot happened to step on the "emergency avoidance clause" projected on the ground.
The half pack of cigarettes tucked into his waist suddenly began to replay the purchase record - the holographic image showed that this pack of cigarettes was exchanged for five hours of community labor.
Chen Yao leaned against the iron ladder of the air-raid shelter ventilation shaft, kicking the memory anchor generator embedded in the wall rhythmically with the toe of her boots.
The new clauses added last night are seeping into the metal frame of the air-raid shelter through these silver-gray devices. Every time someone passes by, the associated memory afterimages of the corresponding scenes will emerge on the wall.
"Mr. Mou, the deduction data for Zone C is out." Law enforcement pilot Zou rushed into the control room with steam coming out of his body, and the surface of his protective suit was covered with ice crystals.
When he took off his helmet, the ice particles falling from his hair suddenly unfolded into a simulation report of thirty-seven law enforcement scenarios the moment they touched the titanium alloy floor.
The hexagonal clock that Mou Xuan was debugging suddenly rotated in the opposite direction, and the ice crystals suspended in the air were sucked into the time vortex.
When the dial made the sound of gear meshing for the seventh time, all the deduction gaps were automatically filled.
Chen Yao noticed the new burn mark on his left little finger - that was a sign that the time reversal exceeded the critical value.
"Leader Fan is still in the medical cabin?" Mou Xuan suddenly hit the ventilation duct with a wrench, and a fragment of an encrypted communication fell.
Chen Yao raised her foot to catch the metal piece that was flashing red light, blue sweat seeping out of the anti-slip grooves on the sole of her boots. She instantly deciphered the additional terms that the scholar Meng had modified at three o'clock in the morning.
Suddenly, from the third underground floor came the mechanical sound of supply boxes being unlocked collectively.
The quantum balance on auditor Li's chest sounded an alarm, and twelve phantoms who tried to tamper with the ration records appeared at the corner of the corridor.
Before the law enforcement team could be dispatched, the phantoms were swallowed up by the asphalt memory that gushed out of the wall - the perfected legal provisions were being judged through the building itself.
"It's time to let Lao Meng treat me to some synthetic coffee." Chen Yao threw the memory crystal from the ventilation duct. The surface of the crystal reflected the figure of Cui, the propagandist, who was giving a passionate speech in the square.
An audience member wearing a gas mask suddenly raised a modified robotic arm, and what seeped out from the gaps in the arm armor was not engine oil, but legal shorthand ink specially made by Scholar Meng.
Mou Xuan's pupils suddenly split into six fan-shaped areas.
As he stared at the abandoned sentry box in the northwest corner of the square, a dark figure who was recording the content of the lecture suddenly began to play the action in reverse - the man's timeline went back to six o'clock this morning, and the flame emblem of an unfamiliar force flashed on his chest.
"Tell the patrol team to raise the encryption level of the supply boxes in Area B to the highest level." As Mou Xuan spoke, the wrench in his hand suddenly melted and reorganized into a memory resonator.
Chen Yao noticed the new burn behind his right ear, which was the quantum mark left by secretly traveling to three days later half an hour ago.
As dusk fell, the emergency lights on the dome of the air-raid shelter suddenly switched to legal publicity mode.
The voice of propagandist Cui was amplified through the resonance of the memory anchor points, and even holographic projections of articles began to appear in the sewage pipes.
A vagrant who tried to sabotage the water purification system had just pried open the valve when his wrist was held down by the asphalt memory that seeped out from the inner wall of the pipe - the surface of that black substance was flashing with related cases of "crime of damaging public resources".
When the synthetic alcohol from the celebration banquet began to evaporate, Mou Xuan stood alone in the supply warehouse dripping with blue sweat.
The three hundred recoded titanium alloy boxes in front of him suddenly vibrated at the same time, and a warning image from seventy-two hours later flashed fleetingly on the surface of the boxes - the listening device wrapped in the flame emblem in the image was attached to the back cover of Scholar Meng's "Special Wartime Code".
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