The mid-year meeting was held separately but at the same time.

The chiefs of each sub-bureau met in one room, and the captains of each sub-bureau met in another.

The two meeting rooms are on the same floor, but they are separated by several rooms.

Each room is decorated with antique colors, with the heritage of a great country in it, simple and elegant but without losing style.

On the huge rectangular conference table, there is a small aromatherapy stove, and white smoke is wafting lightly.

In front of each person is a table card engraved with his name engraved on it, as well as the number of sub-bureaus he is in.

Shen Sanwen, the director of the General Administration, sat at the first place, and on his left hand side, there was a man who looked to be in his fifties, and it could be seen through the table cards that his name was Guan Haishan, and his position was the Department of Custody and Supervision, and the Minister of Containment.

Minister Guan felt a little smiling tiger, with a fat head and big ears, and a smile on his face all the time.

On the right-hand side, there is a woman in a white coat and thick glasses, she has short hair like a mushroom head, there is no expression on her face, and the table card shows the director of the Spiritual Research Center, Bai Yi.

Dean Bai represents the top leader of the Spiritual Research Center, and at this time she is holding a pen to write and draw on paper.

The following branches are set up in order according to each sub-bureau, such as No. 2 sub-bureau and No. 3 sub-bureau.

At the meeting, there was a discussion about the impact of those who have lost control in China, as well as the follow-up strategies and guidelines.

Then the topic began to move abroad.

Shen Sanwen glanced at the information in front of him, and said in a deep voice: "Now in the world, the situation in every country is not optimistic, and the out-of-control people in Ameriona are the most violent. Now it's fun, they send us messages every day to ask for support, and there are more than a dozen S-class cases alone, just like playing a family. Anyway, it is impossible to support, at most, send some drugs that have failed to develop, and let them help test the results. At this point, Dean Bai has worked hard for you. ”

Bai Yi quickly wrote down the notebook he brought with his pen and nodded.

Then, Shen Sanwen continued to speak: "We will deal with the affairs of Western countries in the future, give research and development drugs, let them try the results, and the manpower will not be provided." But in a few countries around it, there is a bit of a headache. ”

"There have been high-profile suicides in this country recently, either entertainers or leaders, and even last week, a senior leader found himself hanged himself in the park, and they suspected that it was someone out of control, and they also asked us for support. And Ariguo, who is known as the country with the highest suicide rate, rarely has such incidents, but. ”

"However, Ah Riguo's side has also been troubled by an S-class case recently, I heard that he used dreams to kill people, and he claimed that the runaway ran over from our side."

Shen San asked and touched his chin: "You say, do we want to provide assistance for this?" Or, let their words come true, and we really throw a few troublesome runaways past? ”

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The meeting of the directors was carried out in an orderly manner.

On the other hand, however, this is not the case.

Xie Yu looked at the group of demons and monsters in the audience, and sighed in his heart.

As the head of the Containment and Supervision Department and the Surveillance Department, he was supposed to attend the meeting next door and report all the intelligence materials he had worked so hard to sort out recently, but Director Shen pushed him out on the grounds that this meeting needed a leader.

Glancing at Chen Mu, the captain of the garrison brigade sitting beside him, the bitterness in Xie Yu's heart subsided slightly, at least, there is someone who can help him calm the scene, manage the order, and his life safety is guaranteed.

Otherwise, the meeting in this room will probably turn into a group of demons.

But even if Chen Mu helped manage the order, most of the people in the audience didn't care much about this meeting.

Some smoke, some drink, and some gnaw on their fingernails.

Someone was sleeping on the table, and the person next to him was happily pulling the man's hair.

Someone with a big bald head and fiddling with the skull hanging around his neck, only to hear him say in a heartfelt voice: "The dojo is successful, and the relief will be completed." The Lord of the fast is pious, and he worships with incense. ”

Someone burst out without saying a word, wearing a vest and showing off his majestic muscles.

Someone had hair covering his face, a pair of eyes glancing around, and making sounds that only he could hear.

"This 60 points, this 70 points, this one fails, this 85 points, this 90 points, this 95 points...

"Giggles, I really want to kill them."

Xie Yu slapped his head and read the manuscript in his hand, regardless of whether anyone listened to it or not.

The meeting was held like this.

At this time, in Longshi Anding Hospital, in the intensive care unit.

Ah Qiang was wearing a white restraint suit, and his hands and feet could not move freely.

Since Fang Zhe used a trick, coupled with Yuan Shiming's cooperation, he was imprisoned in this place for treatment.

Originally, he hated the young man who beat him up and bit him viciously.

But during this treatment, the expression on his face was no longer so hateful, and only dazed and sluggish remained.

He even felt as if he was experiencing hallucinations and auditory hallucinations.

For example, on the white and smooth wall, there is always a dark shadow looming there.

There was always a lingering, very dry, mechanical voice in my head that kept asking myself.

"Do you hate? How hateful? ”

Ah Qiang has been in his heart, shouting with endless anger, I hate, hate very much!

However, he didn't know the name of the young man he hated, so he had to keep thinking of the appearance of that person that he could never forget in his life.

Not very old, not tall, thin, very delicate face, earlobes are a little big, hair is a little long, and there always seems to be a taste of misanthropy in his eyes.

That's right! That's the man! I hate him! Very, very hateful!

Later, the shadow vanished, and the auditory hallucinations never reappeared.

Cuong stared blankly at the ceiling, smirking and drooling down the corners of his mouth.

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Yang Haixin has not been in the bureau these days, and Fang Zhe has really taken a good vacation.

He doesn't have to go to school, he doesn't have to deal with any bullshit tasks, and no one in the bureau bothers him, except for Zheng Siming, who occasionally chats with him.

Uncle Fang Shijun was also the same as before, he was lukewarm to himself and didn't ask too much about it.

The only thing that annoys him is that guy Yuan Shiming, who asks himself at every turn if it is inconvenient to go to his laboratory, and also offers all kinds of tempting chips.

Then, Fang Zhe blocked him.

Lying in bed every day to make up for it, swiping Weibo to watch the news, and occasionally reading a book on psychology, this kind of free and undisturbed life is really uncomfortable.

As for the possible clue of the "village of acting", he didn't think about it anymore.

Fang Zhe knew that as time went by, the hope of this clue would only become more and more slim.

But it was a case close to the S-class, there were two captains, six first-class investigators involved and there has been no news so far, and one escaped and died not long after.

It's really true, no one survives.

In particular, Zheng Siming also said when chatting that even Yang Haixin said that the case was difficult to handle.

Therefore, Fang Zhe didn't think about it for the time being, he could only look for clues from other places.

Anyway, he has been looking for so many years without any results, and now he can have a little clue, he is already very satisfied.

Until, on the desk in the room, the yellowed, thin pamphlet appeared.