Mou Xuan slammed his knuckles heavily on the titanium alloy conference table, and the dome emergency light stretched his shadow like a crack tearing through time and space.
The quantum mark behind his right ear was still emitting a blue-purple fluorescence, flickering with the frequency of his breathing.
"Sixteen hours ago, sewage pipe in Area B." The memory resonator projected a holographic image on the desktop - the refugee captured by the asphalt memory suddenly twitched and spit out half of his mechanical tongue, and the micro-explosive device on the tongue coating was counting down to 0.03 seconds when it suddenly stopped.
Scholar Meng adjusted his black-framed glasses with torn tape and said, "This is the self-destruct device of the East Coast Freedom Army."
"They want the first draft of the code." Chen Yao suddenly spoke, tapping the data stream floating in the air with her fingertips.
Hidden among the densely packed legal provisions were three blank spaces flashing red light. These were the core clauses that were quantum encrypted last night. With a "clang", she knocked over the beaker of synthetic alcohol.
Law Enforcer Zou stood up suddenly, and the stun gun on his tactical belt hit the back of the chair, sparking: "Give me twenty people, and I can weld all the rat holes within a five-kilometer radius tonight."
"They don't want the clause itself." Mou Xuan suddenly pressed the memory resonator to his temple, and the conference table was instantly flooded with silver-blue data streams.
Everyone saw themselves seven hours ago: when Leader Fan was arguing with someone at the material distribution station, a fingernail-sized metallic reflection flashed under the skin on the back of his neck.
Leader Fan subconsciously covered the back of his neck, his tactical dagger already unsheathed: "Fuck! When..."
"The time anchor point has been modified three times." The six fan-shaped areas of Mou Xuan's pupils began to rotate in the opposite direction, and the dome lights suddenly turned into a sticky amber.
When everyone regained their vision, they found a mirror covered with ice in front of them - that was their mirror image two hours later when they were frozen in the rift between time and space.
Chen Yao suddenly pressed down on Mou Xuan's wrist. The quantum mark behind his ear had spread to his collarbone. "Are you secretly jumping to another timeline again?"
"The Free Army used memory grafting technology to sneak in three 'seeds'." Mou Xuan shook off her hand, and the vibration of three hundred titanium alloy boxes suddenly penetrated the wall.
The holographic projection switched to the scene in Scholar Meng's office: the "Special Wartime Code" was turning pages automatically, and the watermark of the Flame Emblem appeared on every blank page.
Auditor Li suddenly slammed the draft of the code on the table, and a blue flame ignited on the edge of the parchment: "They are tampering with the definition of 'malicious hoarding'! If the scope of 'necessary survival supplies' is expanded to..."
"The alliance will fight over bread tomorrow." Leader Fan's mechanical prosthetic eye popped out an analysis lens, and the draft clauses were decomposed into blood-red codes on his irises. "Give me three minutes, and I can feed the trap clauses to those bastards."
"Not enough." Mou Xuan suddenly tore open his right sleeve, revealing seven fading bubbles of space and time on his forearm.
Each bubble contains memory fragments from different timelines: "They replaced Scholar Meng's paperweight with the listening device after seventy-two hours. The final version of the code will have a fatal loophole in a whole chapter."
The code in Scholar Meng's arms suddenly flew toward the memory resonator automatically and shattered into stardust in the silver-blue halo.
When the stardust gathered together again, a flame-shaped metal sheet was clearly embedded in the back cover.
"Old Meng has to touch the bottom cover seventy-six times a day." Law Enforcer Zou's electric baton has been charged to a scarlet color. "Create an electromagnetic quiet zone for me for thirty seconds. I can do it now..."
"What they want is chaos." Chen Yao suddenly poured the remaining liquid in the beaker onto the holographic projection.
The liquid condensed into a network of ice crystals in the data stream, and each node corresponded to the legal provisions being formulated. "While we were focusing on catching mice, the real poison had already seeped into the marrow of the code."
Mou Xuan's pupils suddenly shrank into needle-like shapes, and the deduction results of six hundred parallel time and space appeared on the surface of the conference table.
When all the light spots went out at the same time, his blue sweat-stained fingers slid across the first draft of the code: "Meng Lao continues to improve the chapter on 'wartime rations'. The Li review team will now begin implanting anti-grafting memories. Xiao Zou will take people to install phase sensors on the supply boxes - to let them steal the 'real stuff' we want to give them."
When everyone was hurriedly dispersing, Chen Yao suddenly grabbed Mou Xuan's collar.
The quantum mark behind his ear had already climbed up his cheekbone, forming glowing longitude and latitude lines under his skin. "How many times have you jumped?"
"It's enough to see them rushing into the granary with the burning code." Mou Xuan opened his collar, revealing a crystallizing memory fragment embedded in his chest. "Go keep an eye on Propaganda Officer Cui and the legal manual he prepared..." Before he finished speaking, his entire body suddenly turned into a translucent state.
Chen Yao reached out her hand and only grabbed a handful of cold stardust.
From the end of the corridor came the sound of Propaganda Officer Cui debugging the holographic loudspeaker. The carefully prepared legal publicity materials were automatically generating the seventeenth revised version - each punctuation mark flashed with an imperceptible time anchor point.
(Continuation)
When Propaganda Officer Cui was standing in front of the holographic projector and adjusting his tie knot for the twelfth time, he discovered that there were three grammatical errors hidden in the 17th revised draft of the Legal Education Manual - this was as ridiculous as finding a screw in rice in his 20-year official career.
"Please read Chapter 4, Clause 7." He wiped the sweat off his forehead while adjusting his glasses. The Regulations on the Management of Wartime Supplies on the holographic screen behind him suddenly began to automatically correct the punctuation. "The Alliance will impose a third-level penalty on the private storage of nutrients, but it will not affect your normal quotas... ... "
"But last week someone in Area B3 stole cans and was sentenced to exile!" A mechanical voice suddenly exploded in the crowd.
Propaganda officer Cui caught a glimpse of the traces of modification on the speaker's Adam's apple and decisively pressed the sound wave jammer in his cufflinks.
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