The green wood square table is more than eight meters from top to bottom, and a purple rose in the middle of the square table is placed in the celadon pot, and there is no smell of flowers, which may be that there are few flowers, or that the flowers are not fragrant.

There are two or three seats on the left and right sides of the square table. Mu Yunxue, Zhen Fengyun on the left, Dong Yang, Chen Jin'an, Wang Yingyan on the right.

Everyone's expression is not good-looking, especially Chen Jin'an, it seems that today's meeting is bound to be a vicious battle.

"Vice President, please don't ignore my request!" he mentioned his request for the third time today.

"In view of the fact that someone was not able to attend the meeting just now, here is a summary of the president's meaning, only for the main department. Mu Yunxue ignored Chen Jin'an.

Seeing this situation, Chen Jin'an was just about to speak again, but was forced to be pressed down by Dong Yang.

"Known to fight against God for hundreds of years, I believe many people have doubts, doubt whether God still exists, the Old Testament Genesis has recorded that God was dissatisfied with the development of human beings when they launched a flood of destruction, after which the god civilization became a legend, and according to the historical records of the god-killing road, human beings rebelled against the main god after overthrowing the five emperors and two kings under the leadership of the main god and the sub-god, and the god civilization was completely replaced by human civilization after the main god had no choice but to leave the divine domain, and this time by chance, we can be 100% sure that God has returned. ”

In the gold-wire glasses frame, Mu Yunxue's eyes were firm, revealing a determination to be ready to go.

"The president gave us a secret order. Mu Yunxue raised her head and swept over everyone present, "The president ordered, the Abyss Plan continued. ”

In a word, everyone's eyes fell heavily on Mu Yunxue's body.

"It's just a bunch of psychos, the Abyss Project has been secretly suspended for a few months, what does it mean to let it continue to be carried out at this time? Do you really not know the reason for the decline of the people who have left people?!" Chen Jin'an roared angrily, and the bandages wrapped around him made a crisp grinding sound.

"Does the president really say that?" Wang Yingyan looked at Mu Yunxue, and his words were questioning with disbelief about this order.

"Hmm. ”

As the vice president, Mu Yunxue is not much older than Wang Yingyan, she and Chen Jin'an, Dong Yang, and Zhen Fengyun are students of the same year, but their grades are much better than them.

"Does the president know how much damage the Abyss Project has brought to the clubhouse? How did he think the empty rooms in the lounge on the fourth floor came from?" Chen Jinan gritted his teeth, and the sound of the bandage breaking became clearer and clearer, "Look at his old appearance, I really suspect that he is already old and confused!"

Indignant, Chen Jinan had forgotten that the president in his mouth was also his teacher.

"Chen Jin'an! That's enough, don't say it again. Dong Yang on the side pressed his hand Chen Jin'an's thigh.

Chen Jin'an glared at him fiercely and did not speak.

"Is the plan going according to the original, or is there another change?" Zhen Fengyun, who had not spoken, sighed and asked.

"There are other changes. Mu Yunxue tapped the information in her hand and said, "In addition to the original responsible action group, the main action group has all been replaced, as for the candidates, it is in this information, and it will be sent to each of you after the meeting." ”

"What questions do you still have?" Mu Yunxue put down the information and said.

The people below were stunned for a moment and looked at Chen Jin'an one after another.

At this time, Chen Jin'an's face was extremely ugly, and he was already extremely angry, because the end of this sentence was nothing more than the end of the meeting.

Seeing that this was wrong, Dong Yang hurriedly said:

"Hey, wait a minute, wait a minute, do you really disagree with Jin'an's request at all?" Dong Yang's expression was full of doubts, "This request has been sent to each of us, don't you really have any feelings?"

"Dong Yang. ”

Wang Yingyan, who was sitting next to him, called him, but he didn't pay attention.

"Vice President, I don't agree with you to give a word, although everyone doesn't look up and don't look down all day long, they are all old classmates, this friendship is not so light, right?" Dong Yang spread his hands and smiled helplessly, "We ......"

"Disagree. ”

Before Dong Yang finished speaking, the three words coldly fell into everyone's ears, but for Chen Jin'an, it was a knife mark on his heart.

Since the last time he came back from Bangkok, he has been dreaming that the dreams are full of children who are in the best years of their youth, and they can always see their naughty and mischievous class order; they always scold him behind his back for picking on the old man, because he has never bought them gifts, only verbal praise; on Teacher's Day, they generously invite him to the canteen on the fifth floor to eat hot pot and drink beer; in the New Year's greetings, other students have red envelopes, and only his students complain about the injustice on the forum.

For more than 30 years, he has been running on the road of killing gods, and his youth has been paid to this little-known great cause, and only from that group of children did he see the youthful enthusiasm that he had never had in the past.

When he woke up from his dream, he was covered in sweat, sweat flowed through the wound, because of the last battle, his limbs were about to collapse, and he could only let the wound tear, tears of regret and guilt wet the bandage.

"Mu Yunxue! Those students are just children!"

A heavy slap fell on the table, the skin that had not yet healed was torn off by the bursting bandage, the blood dripped heavily down his elbow to the floor, and a 46-year-old man held back his tears and stared at the woman opposite with a convulsive face, which was hatred.

"Have you ever been on the battlefield? Have you ever seen those kids fall in front of you? Have you ever seen them desperately begging me to take them away? Do you know how much a mission to kill a god is for a child who has just grown up? They don't know! They just find it interesting and exciting.

We scammers lie to them that someone can live their bad life well, and as long as they are incognito, they can inherit a large amount of assets after a few years, but what about them! Someone tells them, tells them that the probability of inheriting assets is zero?! Even if they return home after a few years, the strangeness has been piling up for a long time, and they will feel strange, and they will not know that they are destined not to return to their original home after they have embarked on this road.

Isn't it? Dong Yang! Zhen Fengyun! We have all been back to our homes that we have been looking forward to for decades, don't you know how it feels?

What's the matter! If these children die, let them die? Can they only lie in the mortuary cold? Can't they go home even if they die? Can't they feel their home for the last time?!"

A man bowed his head, tears mixed with blood, and said these words silently.

"Please, can I just bury them in the place closest to their homes? ”

No one responded, and after a brief lull, someone left their seats and walked out of the room.

Dong Yang tore off the bandage on his shoulder to bandage Chen Jin'an's naked flesh, his hands were trembling, and he was also in tears, he was the only one who responded to Chen Jin'an's request, he knew that Chen Jin'an was uncomfortable, he had always been a soft-hearted person, but he wouldn't express himself.

He would often come to him in his free time and ask him how to make the class more interesting; at the end of the year, he also wanted to give his students red envelopes, but he was really embarrassed because he felt that he had left the impression of picking on the old man in the hearts of his classmates, and he was not comfortable with suddenly sending a red envelope; he often secretly revised the test scores of his students, although a considerable part of the factor was to grade his teachers......

Dong Yang glanced at Zhen Fengyun opposite, his eyes were blood-red, it was he who stabbed Mu Yunxue just now and wanted her to reply.

Dong Yang nodded, and Zhen Fengyun also left after taking the minutes of the meeting.

Wang Yingyan on the side was still sitting in his seat.

He is the youngest teacher here, a full 12 years younger than these people, because of the lack of personnel, he has been responsible for convening the departed people for several years, as Chen Jin'an just said, his method of convening the departed people is more to give them conditions that they cannot refuse, the good thing is temptation, and the bad thing is deception.

He is not in a good mood now, because yesterday he was inviting a child in this way, and the child was very good, and the first time he saw the child, he knew that he was a kind child, but he was too lacking in self-confidence, too inferior, and he was the same as him at that age.

After talking to the kid yesterday, he was also a little unbearable, so he finally gave the kid another chance, and the order he received was to let the kid accept the invitation at all costs, he didn't know why the president cared so much about the kid, so in the end, he asked Chu Ziyang to persuade him, and he didn't know if the kid had made up his mind.

In the first few years of entering this world, sometimes he would feel that it was good to stay in his original ordinary world, there were not so many crises, there was no need to think about his own safety all the time, and it was not very difficult to solve the problem of three meals a day and accommodation, and it was not difficult to think about it for a lifetime.

Although it is said that this god-killing world is to protect the original ordinary world, so what, the ignorant will never have too many troubles, and the fool is always happy, and suddenly one day, the god-killing world collapsed, and the end is coming, so what, those who don't know the god-killing world will only regard it as the end of the world, and then accept their fate calmly.

And we, those of us who are rushing on the road of killing gods, must be a little guilty, we can't stop this disaster, our fate involves ordinary people, just like when war comes, politicians feel guilty for not being able to stop the pace of war.

Thinking of this, the mobile phone in his pocket vibrated and pulled his attention back.

He glanced at Dong Yang's seniors and left his seat and stood in a corner to connect.

"Teacher, I'm afraid that the little junior brother refuses to be our junior brother, it's almost time to allow, and the captain and I have been in the car for eight hours, although the food here is very delicious. It was Chrissy who was calling, and she could hear her joy in food.

"Okay, I know, you can just go back to the headquarters after the time. ”

"Okay. ”

Wang Yingyan turned off the screen of his mobile phone, and he suddenly felt a stone falling steadily somewhere in his heart, and he couldn't help but feel at ease.

He also left the conference room after greeting Dong Yang.

Under the shadow of the dimmer chandelier, Chen Jinan beat himself vigorously with his blood-soaked arms.

The fourth floor of Wenliu Industry is brightly lit, and the whole floor here is a lounge, with water supply in all aspects, one room and one air conditioning, a balcony for a separate bathroom, and each lounge is equipped with other equipment according to the requirements of the students, such as induction cooker, full set of equipment for e-sports, treadmill, boxing room and so on.

Now the doors of the entire fourth-floor lounge are tightly closed, and surveillance cameras are fully monitored, not allowing any student to leave their room for any reason.

Under the light, the figures of some students were cast on the doors and windows, and they were laughing and playing, but there were still some doors and windows that were not lit, because they had become empty rooms. The doors were closed, and there was only darkness inside, so discordant with the bright houses.

The people who were watching these cameras were crying with red eyes at the moment, and Mu Yunxue, the first female vice president of the Wenliu Industrial Departure Club, was holding herself with her hands.

She was also deeply immersed in what Chen Jin'an said to her a few minutes ago, and she left without responding because she couldn't speak at that time, and she was afraid that she would cry as soon as she spoke.

As a classmate of the same class, he understood Chen Jin'an's feelings very well, and he also knew why he insisted on sending the bodies of those children back to his hometown.

She didn't want to, but the substitute bag system was exactly what she proposed back then.

When the Wenliu Industrial Departure Club was first established, there were not many people, because at that time, people could always achieve something together, and no one wanted to give up their own survival strength for something that sounded illusory.

So in order to expand the recruitment, a wide range of people to convene the leave, she proposed this plan, and began to train the first batch of substitute members, so they began to gather those who have a bad career and a bad family, this plan is very effective, because many people don't want to spend too much energy on a career that they are not sure of, and more people are even more disappointed in their lives.

Soon, within two years, the Wenliu Industrial Leavers Club became the second largest in the world, the first being the Adam Clan in the United States.

Seeing that the staff was sufficient, Wenliu Industry began to devote itself to the great cause of killing gods in all aspects, until today, Wenliu Industry has fallen apart, and the number of members of the headquarters is not even comparable to some branches.

Until today, the substitution system has not changed, and now, she doesn't know what to do if she suddenly wants to change this system.

Is it completely abolished? The path of killing gods has come here, and it is precisely when the power of separation is urgently needed, and if it is abolished suddenly, I am afraid that it will be even more difficult to find those who are hidden in ordinary people.

Moreover, if this system is abolished, how will she face those who have died, whose corpses have long been laid to rest in the depths of the sea, and who have not been able to return to their homeland to rest in peace.

What scares her the most is that those families who are doing well under the substitute bag will be told what they will do if their real child dies at this time?

Isn't it good that the happiness of life deceived by them will continue to be happy forever? She knew that these sacrificed children wanted to see their parents at the end of their lives, to see the home they had felt bad or even hated, and to see what had become of them in his absence.

But what can it do to their families?

On the computer screen in front of me, the mailbox page was empty, and the recipient was labeled president.

From the time she got back to the office, she wondered if there was a way to do both ways to put everyone at ease.

Tear-stained hands tapped sluggishly on the keyboard, and the flashing mouse flashed one word after another:

Dear President,

Sorry to bother you at this time.

At our request, we'd like to be able to change the substitution scheme.

Until then, we hope you will allow us to do one thing. In dealing with the incident in Bangkok, we hope that the club will be able to return the bodies of the children who died to their hometowns, and the club will fund them to bury them there.

It is hoped that arrangements can be made for the bag bearers to take their parents to the grave to see.

After all, in the face of the god-killing road, we can't lose the essence of human nature, we have walked on the god-killing road for too long, and we are about to forget the original ordinary world.

For the substitution program, I think we can consider waiting until the people who have left us to finish their studies and start to be away from their families, so that we can not only reduce the investment in the substitute members, but also make them more mature, understand and accept our invitation.

I hereby write to you.

Hope for approval.

Have a great day!

After these words, her fingers were so stiff that she couldn't move, but she clicked with all her might, and then turned her back to the sky.