Turning off the computer, Wang Ling gently pushed away the chair, picked up the already cold coffee on the table, and washed and tasted the bitterness of instant coffee. He paced to the balcony and lit a cigarette.

The night was quiet, and the river next to the downstairs flowed slowly, and the snoring and grinding of the roommates in the room were reflected in the strange picture.

Sighing secretly, Wang Ling smoked silently, thinking about his life. Two months ago, he quit his job at a state-owned enterprise and came to his current private company to work as a mapper. The job in a state-owned enterprise is very stable, but it is so stable that Wang Ling, who has just graduated and has a dream, feels that it is about to be worn off, and the work of electronics is not related to his major, he prefers electrical or CAD-related work.

After coming to a new place, although the work content and environment are more in line with his expectations, the company is not very sluggish, and this month's salary is not as high as the previous state-owned enterprises, which inevitably makes Wang Ling feel a little disappointed.

When he first graduated, Wang Ling had extremely ambitious goals, so he still came to the most developed cities in China, and only the most competitive cities have the greatest opportunities. But the current situation seems to have jumped out of the life trajectory that Wang Ling planned for himself, and he can't change jobs anymore, and after a few nights of thinking, he started a "part-time job".

As early as high school, Wang Ling felt that his mind was full of stories, and that feeling was amazing. It's like every night after falling asleep, someone secretly tells him a story. That's right, Wang Ling's stories often come from his dreams, which are very special, like movies, and the scenes are shot very clearly.

The most important thing is that his dreams are so real that Wang Ling often can't tell the difference between reality and dreams for a while after waking up. He didn't know if other people were like this, and he had never communicated with anyone else, but many, many dreams were intertwined in his brain, and he often felt confused.

Later, he found a way to write him down. After naming himself the Bloodstained Nine Shadows, he recorded all the stories, some of which he published in journals, and some of which were forever left on his hard drive.

Since entering college, the rich college life has left him with no time to continue writing, and this record has been interrupted. But now, perhaps because there are so many stories that he has a headache, or because he has seen many examples of handwritten novels that have won the love of many readers, Wang Ling decided to start writing books again.

He renamed himself Yu Shan, which was simple and straightforward. Wang Ling likes the word cedar very much, it looks like a tree being blown by a strong wind and not falling, which can be regarded as the goal he gave himself in life. Although it sounds very strange and awkward, in Wang Ling's own opinion, who will become the big tree standing tall in the wind.

A cigarette was quickly smoked, and Wang Ling lay down on the bed. "What dreams will you have tonight?" he was a little anxious, after he started writing books, these weeks of dreams were very strange, always dreaming of a strange company and a group of people with strange abilities, after waking up he always couldn't remember what those people looked like, but their eyes always impressed him, because they were a pair of eyes like flames, some were blood red, some were dark blue. The exhaustion of anxiety and the fatigue of the code word soon put him to sleep, and from his frowning brow from time to time, it must have been another bizarre dream tonight.

"You can't code words so late in the future. Wang Ling rubbed his swollen eyes, clicked the mouse mechanically with his right hand, and the simple line segments on the screen became simulated three-dimensional images under the powerful drawing capabilities of SOLIDWORKS, which is now Wang Ling's daily work.

Really a little tired, Wang Ling threw away the mouse, opened a notebook, took out a pen and wrote some simple words and sentences on it. He was recalling last night's dream, because the background of the dream was very large, and often when he started writing after work, he had already forgotten it, so he would casually record some memory fragments that popped up in his brain from time to time.

His thoughts were interrupted by a loud noise, and an engine-like roar came from the window, making it impossible to concentrate.

"What are the logistics people thinking, mowing the grass during work hours?" A colleague was just scolded by a customer on the phone, and was annoyed, and when he heard the noise, he was annoyed, got up and walked out.

"Lawn mower, not quite like it" Wang Ling was not so angry, he got up and closed the window, and looked out by the way.

Strangely, there was no one mowing the lawn outside the window, or rather, there was no machinery outside the window that could make this sound except for the people passing by and the cars parked in the parking spaces.

At this time, Wang Ling found that the colleague who had just walked out to find someone to "theoretical" was standing at the door in a daze, looking up at the sky.

The noise became louder, and the whole building seemed to be shaken by the earthquake, and the windows were completely unable to block out the sound at this time. What the hell is going on? Everybody was obviously weird.

"Look at it!" another colleague yelled pointing out the window, "What's that?"

In fact, there is no need for him to shout, everyone is stunned at this time, because above the company's open space, there is a helicopter hovering at this moment! Wang Ling is naturally also in the list of sluggish at this moment, and the colleagues beside him are staring at each other.

I don't know who was the first to take the lead, some of us ran out of the office, some opened the windows, and the tradition of loving to watch the excitement was exposed at this moment. The helicopter landed on the ground, and several black-clothed people jumped out of it, and everyone was stunned when they saw Lisuo's skills.

Is this the CIA team flying and suddenly running out of gas? Wang Ling couldn't help but complain in his heart. He had thought it might be some deep-pocketed client in the Middle East who was talking about a plan, but now it doesn't seem to be. No matter how rich the oil tycoon is, he will not carry a large team of people wearing black trench coats and black sunglasses and carrying black suitcases, which is more like drug lords want to trade.

Several men in black were being surrounded by a large group of company colleagues at the moment, watching like visiting a zoo, led by a blonde beauty who was on the phone, and I don't know how she could hear the voice on the phone next to such a noisy helicopter.

After hanging up the phone, the blonde beauty walked out into the crowd and asked people about something. Wang Ling didn't go out in the office, he probed the blonde stunner up and down. "Hmmm... Although the trench coat obscured most of the scenery, judging by the proportion of the length of her calves, her legs must be very long. And her body is hot, and even the over-the-knee trench coat can't hide the fullness of her chest. Wang Ling grinned, and his saliva was about to flow out.

"Damn?" I don't know what they said, the colleague who was the first to go out suddenly pointed in the direction of Wang Ling. Although there were several people crowded at the window at the moment, his intuition told him that it seemed to be himself who was being pointed at.

The blonde beauty looked in the direction of her finger and smiled faintly. Wang Ling's heart is not good, and he has no YY thoughts at this time, he always feels that something bad is going to happen. "That's right!" he looked at the helicopter, the pilot didn't stop the engine, the propellers kept revving high, and the landing gear trembled slightly, as if it could be pulled back up at any moment.

How weird is this, there must be a demon when things go wrong, Wang Ling, who often writes novels, is more sensitive than others, and the current situation must be something unusual in his opinion. Seeing that the blonde beauty had already walked into the office building surrounded by the rest of the people in black, although he was not sure that he was looking for him, Wang Ling still decided to run away.

His office is on the first floor, and after entering through the door, he can reach it after turning a corner through a corridor, but fortunately, there are too many people blocking the corridor at the moment, even if these few people in black want to come in, it will take a few minutes for everyone to give way to them.

"Lend it!" Wang Ling struggled to squeeze a bloody path between a group of curious colleagues and killed them in the toilet. Pin the door of the cubicle and listen to the movement outside.

It was very noisy outside, Wang Ling didn't know what was going on, I hope he guessed wrong. His thoughts were very confused, and he and the man in black, the helicopter and other things couldn't get along at all. Could it be that his background has been hidden by the snow? These people were sent by my father to tell him that in fact, our family is billionaires, and we don't have to go to work anymore, and there are several mines in the family waiting for you to inherit?

Wang Ling pursed his lips, this kind of thing is obviously too unrealistic. However, if you really come to find yourself, it is unrealistic enough. Maybe he thinks too much, he is a small clerk, how can He De have such a big scene?

Thinking of this, Wang Ling couldn't help but smile, he was amorous enough. I opened the door of the cubicle, walked to the urinal fat, and came in, and put some water by the way.

As soon as he put on his pants, Wang Ling felt that something was wrong, it seemed that it was a little too quiet. It's not that there is no sound anymore, it's just that it was noisy outside just now, but now I can't hear the bustling discussion of my colleagues, only the still roaring helicopter engine is still abusing Wang Ling's eardrums.

Let's go out and have a look, Wang Ling walked towards the outside of the toilet while wearing his belt. As soon as I walked to the door, I was so frightened that I almost dropped my pants. The blonde beauty was standing at the door of the men's restroom at this time, looking at him with a playful expression.

"Well, the women's restroom is over there. Wang Ling's eyelids jumped wildly, and he cautiously pointed to the door of the women's toilet, "If you have to use this, ... There was no one in there. With that, he leaned sideways to pass the blonde beauty.

"My name is Jane, I'm from MMS, and I'm here to pick you up. The blonde beauty suddenly spoke, and while speaking, she took out the document written on the Ministry of State Security, and put her arm in front of Wang Ling, the document was almost attached to his face, and Wang Ling could clearly feel the metallic texture on the bronzed MMS letters.

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Wang Ling black question mark was speechless for a while, please eldest sister, what is your identity I am not interested at all, okay, are you MMS or FBI or MI6 what do you care about me. After thinking for a long time, Wang Ling whispered, "I, I'm a good citizen." ”

The blonde beauty who called herself Jane ignored him at all, and said to herself, "Your incubation mission is over, and now I ask you to return to the team." After speaking, he turned around and left, without giving Wang Ling a chance to speak, leaving him standing behind him with his mouth open enough to fit an egg.