Chapter 64
For more than an hour, Qiao Mingjin had no chance to speak.
In the twenty years they have been together, he has never seen Bo Yucheng lose his temper so badly. All the furniture and furnishings in the house that could be smashed were smashed. If it weren't for the mecha box on his back, I'm afraid the entire villa would have been in danger.
It can be described as crazy.
He had to keep all the explanations and questions in his heart. After Bo Yucheng stopped breathing heavily, he walked over carefully and knelt in front of Bo Yucheng.
"I'm sorry, it's my fault." Qiao Mingjin said with his head down.
He originally thought that Bo Yucheng would at least slap him, but he didn't expect the other party to fall down in front of him. At this moment, Qiao Mingjin felt that he had aged dozens of years.
Qiao Mingjin's words turned over in his mind for a few seconds before he tentatively said, "Despite the heated rhetoric online, no one will dare to strike. A strike would make room for citizens of other ranks. I believe both the 33rd Legion and those trashy citizens understand this."
Bo Yucheng sighed deeply.
After a moment's silence, he spoke wearily, "Is the real point about whether or not these rubbish citizens should be forced to resign from their jobs? The point is, this matter has caused trouble for the central government and damaged its reputation because of unrelated complications. Even if it succeeds, it has nothing to do with me anymore."
"If there is a real connection, then all that's left is accountability."
"Given Leng Chengzhou's rising momentum and the title of the commander-in-chief's adjutant, wouldn't he take the opportunity to push me down? Even if he doesn't have any intentions, Zhen Xingchen won't let this opportunity go."
Qiao Mingjin was in a very complicated mood.
On the one hand, I feel guilty towards Bo Yucheng because I didn't stop Xi Yue from posting that message, which put Bo Yucheng in such an unfavorable situation.
On the other hand, the fate of 200,000 worthless citizens and the jobs they rely on for survival are just tools Bo Yucheng uses to keep his position as director of the Secretariat...
He was ashamed of it from the bottom of his heart.
Comparing the two, the guilt was stronger. After all, Bo Yucheng was right. Zhen Xingchen controlled the entire Sirius Belt and was the most powerful local ruler in the entire interstellar space. And Deputy Director Leng Chengzhou was transferred to the Central Secretariat after rising from the Sirius Belt.
In contrast, Bo Yucheng has worked hard for decades, but compared to the two, his business is still not worth mentioning.
Even the commander-in-chief, whom Bo Yucheng had served wholeheartedly for many years, never showed any favoritism towards Bo Yucheng. Instead, on the first day Leng Chengzhou entered the secretariat, he deprived Bo Yucheng of his position as adjutant.
Bo Yucheng is really at his wit's end.
But neither he nor Bo Yucheng expected that the last straw that broke the camel's back would come from Xi Yue's hands.
In silence, Bo Yucheng sighed deeply again: "I have lived for several lifetimes, but this time I have gone the farthest and the highest I have ever gone. I am unwilling to accept this, I really am unwilling to accept this..."
"Father..." Qiao Mingjin's lips opened and closed, and he was suddenly stunned. "...How many lifetimes have you lived?"
Bo Yucheng suddenly showed a horrified expression.
He jumped up from the ground as if on fire and urged Qiao Mingjin: "Go, go quickly, leave me alone for a while."
"Father, you just..."
"I didn't say anything, you heard it wrong, go away!"
It was such an obvious perfunctory response, how could Qiao Mingjin give up?
"I heard you right, Father. You said you've lived several lifetimes, and this is the farthest you've ever gone! What exactly does that mean? Father, you..."
"Get out!" Bo Yucheng suddenly shouted, grabbing the pistol on the table and pointing it at him. "If you still remember that I raised you for twenty years, get out right now!"
Bo Yucheng's mental strength was not high, only 95, which was high in the A-level. It was far behind Qiao Mingjin's S-level.
Qiao Mingjin was carrying a mecha box on his back, so even if he was standing and shot at him, he wouldn't be hurt at all.
But... Bo Yucheng is his adoptive father after all. Not only is he his adoptive father, but he is also his teacher who taught him step by step.
He retreated and left the villa under the escort of Bo Yucheng's gun.
He also understood that this trip was not in vain.
Bo Yucheng was no mere high-ranking military officer. His claim of having lived "several lifetimes," even if beyond comprehension, was certainly not nonsense. This showed that Bo Yucheng was in all likelihood able to answer the question he hadn't yet asked: the God of Pollution.
Is the legend about the God of Pollution true?
If so, with such a huge interstellar army and millions of mecha warriors, why has no one ever come up with a targeted plan to find and eliminate the God of Pollution?
Wouldn’t it be possible to control pollution by eliminating the source of pollution?
If pollution is controlled, wouldn't the current situation of the interstellar system and people's lives be able to develop in a better direction?
Compared to these problems, the Supervisory Order and the 33rd Legion pale in comparison. Without the resource shortages caused by pollution, there wouldn't be a strict citizen hierarchy, right?
The concept of garbage citizens should not exist in the first place.
Qiao Mingjin, who was always calm, felt so upset for the first time.
He felt the night wind generated by the most expensive survival barrier, and his chest felt suffocated. No matter how deep he breathed, he couldn't calm his violent heartbeat.
He needs cold air.
He pressed the switch on his chest, and Qi Jin moved as he wished, wrapping him up and flying into the sky.
However, he did not notice that a starship was flying towards him and slowly landing not far from Bo Yucheng's villa.
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Xiyue gave a 3D location, which was very accurate. After zooming in, he could even identify the specific floor and room. However, Xiang Jia couldn't just rush over. The situation was unclear, so he had to act cautiously.
She tidied up in a corner outside the hotel. Since she had nothing to wipe the blood, she simply used the last bit of replenishing fluid in the mecha box to repair the broken mecha, and walked into the hotel lobby in the image of a mecha warrior.
Naturally, it attracted a lot of attention.
There was a security guard in the lobby. He predicted Xiang Jia's trajectory and quickly walked to the front desk. The receptionist was not nervous at all and smiled politely: "Could you please check in?"
"I'm looking for Yuan Xu... General Yuan." Xiang Jia used the light screen to project his identity information. "General Yuan summoned me. It's urgent official business."
Her identity information indeed stated that she was in the 33rd Legion and was a mid-level officer.
The front desk clerk didn't suspect anything and told the security guard that it was okay. Then he politely led Xiang Jia to the elevator lobby and told her the room number.
The elevator went up, and in the reconnaissance system screen inside the mask, the light spot representing its own position went up all the way, gradually approaching the location sent by Xiyue.
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The room was covered with carpet, which made no sound when stepped on. The soft touch made Dr. Duan very nervous, and he couldn't help but glance at the syringe in his hand.
A tube of clear liquid, an anesthetic commonly used by psychiatrists. She always carries a few with her when she goes out.
Of course, it is to prepare to save people.
The pollution was so widespread that Dr. Duan had encountered and fought against the mecha soldiers who were polluting the area several times. Mental exhaustion and excessive stress would cause severe headaches. If not relieved quickly, it would very likely lead to mental damage.
Anesthetics are a good way to relieve this symptom. Those who are sensitive to the drugs will fall into a deep sleep, while those who are less sensitive can also blur their consciousness and give their tense nerves a rest.
But the latter has a side effect that can't really be considered a side effect: talking nonsense, like being drunk.
Do you really want to inject anesthetic into General Yuan?
Doctor Duan was nervous.
She was very curious about what Xiyue meant by "proving that Yuan Xu was sick", but even if General Yuan was talking nonsense after being injected with anesthetic, it didn't mean that he was sick, right?
But Xiyue's words forced her to do so: "If Yuanxu can't bear it one day and commits suicide, I can only blame you, Doctor Duan, for being a mediocre doctor who misled people."
Well, she was just daydreaming before. Miss Xi was not as polite as before and she didn't put such a big hat on her so easily.
All in all, Dr. Duan estimated the appropriate dosage for Yuan Xu and drew the anesthetic into the needle hole.
She walked slowly to the sofa, listening to Yuan Xu's long breathing. She was about to make a final psychological struggle, but unexpectedly her hand was empty and the syringe pierced Yuan Xu's leg.
Doctor Duan: “…”
He quickly said, "Push slower, push slower..."
Xiyue had already pushed all the medicine in, pulled out the syringe, and shook it: "It's such a simple thing."
Doctor Duan: “…”
Just as he was about to say something, he was interrupted by Yuan Xu's groan of pain.
The man on the sofa suddenly raised his arm, and another stream of strange gold surged out of his light brain, instantly reorganizing into a gun barrel and pointing at Dr. Duan.
Doctor Duan broke out in a cold sweat and forgot to even hide.
Fortunately, Yuan Xu's reaction was just an instinctive one when he realized the danger. The gun barrel quickly became dissipated as his consciousness faded, and even the mask on his face turned into strange gold and slowly flowed back to the computer.
He closed his eyes and made no sound, as if he was asleep.
Xiyue observed for a moment and looked at Doctor Duan. She wanted to ask if the dosage was too high, but Doctor Duan's legs went limp and he fell onto the couch.
It seems that he was quite frightened by what happened just now.
Xi Yue had no choice but to go forward herself. Just as she was about to speak tentatively, she suddenly saw Yuan Xu open his eyes abruptly and look at the ceiling with a lifeless gaze.
Soon, his eyelids drooped again, as if he were a zombie.
Xiyue simply opened her throat and called out, "Yuan Xu?"
No response.
She called a second time, but still no response.
So Xiyue tapped his chest: "Yuanxu, are you still awake?"
"What are you doing?" Yuan Xu frowned. "I finally get a chance to take a nap. Can you please stop making noise? I don't know Yuan Xu."
Xiyue raised her eyebrows and turned to look at Dr. Duan.
Doctor Duan also recovered from his shock. Looking at her, he thought to himself, is there really...a problem?
On second thought, perhaps it was just pure gibberish. However, judging by the tone of his voice, his thoughts were clearly expressed, completely different from being drunk, but I was a little unsure.
She shook her head at Xiyue, indicating that she didn't know what the situation was.
Xi Yue lowered her eyes, stretched out her hand, and pinched Yuan Xu's cheek hard.
"You don't know Yuan Xu, but I do. Yuan Xu is you. Don't pretend to be asleep!"
Yuan Xu's handsome face was squeezed out of shape, and he said incoherently: "It hurts, it hurts, let go!"
Xiyue: "Open your eyes!"
Eyes opened, Xiyue loosened her grip, only to see Yuanxu questioning her, "Who are you? Why do you have such a bad temper? Hey, what did you do to me? Why can't I lift my arm? And my legs... my legs, are they amputated?!"
Xiyue glanced at his hands and feet. His hanging wrists were motionless, probably because of the anesthetic.
She ignored Yuan Xu's barking and narrowed her eyes: "Don't you know me?"
"Why should I know you?" Yuan Xu's attention returned to her, his anger inexplicably justified. "I've been through this cycle over and over again, and I know at least a hundred thousand people. Who the hell do you think you are? Why should I have to know you?"
"A fresh start? What do you mean?"
"Tsk, you don't even understand this."
Yuan Xu tried to look disdainful, but perhaps because of the effect of the medicine, his face became strangely stiff.
"That's right, not many people understand. Even if I meet someone who does, I won't tell him that I understand, and he can't tell me that he understands. It's enough for everyone to understand their own things. Otherwise, it's safer to understand nothing at all..."
“Bang!”
Xiyue interrupted his tongue twister with a loud slap: "Speak human language!"
Seeing this, Dr. Duan next to him shuddered and couldn't help but look at Xiyue again.
You actually dared to hit General Yuan, the commander-in-chief of the 33rd Legion... No, Miss Xi, what is the relationship between you two?
Yuan Xu didn't realize he was slapped. "What's that loud noise?"
Thinking of the slap Xi Yue had just swung, he glanced over there desperately: "Is there a mosquito? Did you kill it? This is very important to me! I suffer the most from mosquitoes!"
Xi Yue said with a dull expression: "Tell me clearly what you mean by starting over, or I'll grab a handful of mosquitoes and stuff them into your clothes."
"Are you illiterate? Don't you know what 'start over' means? Doesn't it just mean to live your life over again? Kill that mosquito for me!"
“Bang!”
Another slap swept across Yuan Xu's right cheek at a faster speed.
Xi Yue: "Beaten to death. You mean, you've lived your life several times?"
Yuan Xu was obviously relieved, but upon hearing this, he said in a tone that asked for a fight: "I'll scare you to death if I tell you!"
Xiyue crossed her arms and said, "I'm brave, I'll give it a try."
"This is my first..." Yuan Xu tried to count with his fingers, but after several attempts, nothing came of it. He gave up, but he added more pride to his tone, "188 lifetimes!"
"Hey, I just realized, it's the same height as me!"
He winked proudly at Xiyue: "How's it going? Pretty impressive, right?"
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At the same time, the doorbell rang in Bo Yucheng's villa.
The ringtone rang several times before it pulled him back from his trance. He turned on his laptop and saw the person outside the door.
The visitor was leaning sideways, seemingly looking behind him, without revealing his face. But Bo Yucheng immediately recognized him as Leng Chengzhou.
The deputy director of the secretariat is supposed to be his subordinate, but now he is a jerk who has put his position in jeopardy.
Bo Yucheng got up from the ground and looked around the mess in his house.
Forget it, what face do losers have?
He went to open the door, but saw Leng Chengzhou still looking back. He looked in that direction and easily distinguished the most conspicuous garrison building in the complex.
The Secretariat is located in the low building next to it. Although it is not conspicuous, it is the core power organization that no one in the entire galaxy dares to ignore.
Just like the young man in front of him, not many people have heard of the name "Leng Chengzhou", but he is the hottest new star among senior military officers.
When Bo Yucheng came to his senses, Leng Chengzhou had already turned around and was staring at him with his unpleasant dark eyes.
The reason why it was unpleasant was because there was no emotion in it. Scrutiny, hostility, suspicion, scrutiny... none of that. She completely treated him like a piece of air.
Even when the owner of the villa came to see him for the first time, there was no change at all.
Bo Yucheng could no longer bear this kind of contempt, so he simply threw the jar and said, "If you have something to say, say it. If not, get out."
Leng Chengzhou used just a few words to make him break out in a cold sweat.
"I heard that you have awakened."
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