When coaxing the clowns to sleep at night, Bu Tiange found that he was very worried.
"What's wrong?" She took his little hand and asked gently.
The clowns shook their heads, looking as if they wanted to say something but hesitated.
Bu Tiange was not a person who liked to get to the bottom of things. Since he didn't say anything, she had no enthusiasm to find out.
She said, "Okay, if you don't tell me, I won't force you. Go to bed early."
She turned off the bedside lamp, stood up and walked out the door.
The clown covered most of his face with the quilt, leaving only a pair of bright eyes piercing through the darkness, staring at the figure walking towards the bright lobby.
"Mom." He suddenly called Bu Tiange.
Bu Tiange turned half of his face to show that he was listening.
The clown threw off the quilt and climbed up, slowly asking, "Mom, you won't hurt Dad, right?"
Bu Tiange raised his eyebrows, "What did you see again?"
"I……"
The clowns hesitated for a long time and finally made up their minds to tell what they saw.
Bu Tiange spoke before him: "What you saw is not real. Have you forgotten? You saw me dead, but I didn't."
"Okay." The clown pouted, fell back into the bed, and said sullenly, "Good night, Mom."
"good evening."
After saying good night to each other, Bu Tiange closed the door and left.
She knew that the clowns were not lying.
The original plot and the new direction she created are completely different, and the two futures are confused, so the Joker's predictions are so contradictory.
He has seen things he shouldn't have seen...
It's a trouble.
Bu Tiange narrowed his eyes, his gaze was thick and dark, a darkness that even an incandescent lamp could not penetrate.
North. Conference Room.
The regular meeting was declared over, and the head of the Northern Region stood up and said, "The meeting is adjourned."
The people at the meeting began to collect the documents on the table, all with solemn expressions on their faces.
The largest base in the south, the Seventh Base, declared independence, and other bases responded one after another.
The idea of resistance was like a spark, sweeping across the entire South like a prairie fire.
Several days ago, the focus of the meeting had shifted to how to suppress the resistance of the Southern Base Army.
However, the blockade between the north and the south was tight, and the information they could obtain was very limited. After several discussions, they failed to come up with any useful plan.
The leader stood in front of the long table with his hands behind his back, his eagle eyes cold and sharp, thinking about his next move.
Just then, a rapid knock on the door suddenly penetrated the conference room.
Everyone concentrated and held their breath.
The door to the conference room banged open, and the communications officer barged in abruptly. He saluted and shouted, "Report, Nanfang requests a meeting—"
Nanfang asked for an audience.
The four heavy words exploded in everyone's ears like thunder.
Xia Jiande's face turned ashen, and he was the first to ask, "So fast?"
Before the communications officer could say anything, a clear female voice called out, "Marshal Xia, it's an honor to meet you."
Looking at the woman in black who broke into the meeting room, Xia Jiande slammed the table and stood up.
"It's you!"
Bu Tiange strode to the long table, pulled out an empty chair and sat down, as confident as if she were the host.
She raised her eyes and asked, "Why, Marshal Xia knows me?"
Xia Jiande pointed at Shen Fan beside her and said coldly: “I don’t know him, but I know him.”
Shen Fan smiled faintly and said, “After so many years, Marshal Xia really has a good memory.”
"I have watched you grow up. Are you sure you want to help the evildoer?" Xia Jiande said with mixed feelings.
Shen Fan shrugged, "Marshal Xia, this doesn't seem to be the occasion to play the emotional card."
"Marshal Xia, your daughter killed General Xu and nearly caused chaos in the Seventh Base."
Bu Tiange crossed his legs and looked at Xia Jiande, "Give me an explanation?"
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