Difficult (Part I)
Sitting in a slightly crowded car, Yu Siqi's eyes were almost fixed on the familiar street scenes outside the window.
However, the emptiness and desertion he saw still made him realize that this may be the so-called 'military control'.
"When we cross the bridge, there will be a mandatory inspection. You don't have to do anything, I'll take care of it. β
The man who was assigned to take them home said to them cautiously as he drove his car.
"Then please. Oh yes... Don't know your name yet? β
Because Father Ann was sitting in the passenger seat, it was actually very convenient to talk to him.
"You Linguang, you can just call me Xiaoyou."
The driver named You Linguang directly ignored the red light in front of him and stepped on the accelerator and drove over.
Although it seemed that there was nothing wrong with him doing this on the empty street, the flashes of light in his electronic eyes still made him mutter: ", it's such a time, do you still want to shoot others running red lights?" β
"Speaking of which, you should be in a department of the agency as well, right? I don't know where you work? β
Father Ann heard his whispers, but pretended not to hear them at all, and continued to talk to him.
"I work at the Astronomical Observatory in the Anomaly Analysis Section. Don't be surprised, you may not know me, but I've heard of you. β
As soon as You Linguang finished saying these words, Gong Chen, who was sitting in the back row of him, leaned forward and said, "That kid Tang Jian told you, right?" I knew that idiot loved to talk to people. β
"Can you not lean forward? There weren't enough places in the first place, and as a result, you still had to squeeze forward. β
Xie Baozhen pulled Gong Chen back with a displeased face and said.
"Oh, I'm sorry."
Gong Chen leaned back apologetically.
In fact, this can't be completely blamed on Gong Chen, after all, the back row is full, and it is estimated that it can only accommodate three people. But now, they have four people who need to be crowded in this place, can they not respond?
"You must be Gong Chen, Tang Jian told me that only people named Gong Chen would babble like this."
You Linguang tapped the steering wheel slightly, and they would be driving on a road full of cars on both sides. The shops on both sides of the street have been closed, but the advertisements with lights are still on.
"What else did the kid tell you?"
As soon as Gong Chen heard his evaluation, he immediately asked.
"He said that Gong Chen was always followed by a very quiet person, I guess... The rumored 'Time Walker' who was not discovered in time should be you... Yu Siqi, right? β
Because the road ahead was smooth and there were no obstacles, You Linguang turned his head appropriately when he was talking, and took a closer look at Yu Siqi, who was sitting on the far right of the back row.
"That's what other people think of me, and that's not bad."
Yu Siqi took his gaze back, looked at You Linguang and said.
"Spread so quickly?"
Father Ann asked concernedly.
"No way, don't look at the fact that there are a lot of people in the organization who can manipulate time. But the person who can really bear the name of 'Time Walker' has not been seen for hundreds of years.
Besides, the wonderful duel between him and Mr. Song and the Guan Shi group really shocked many people. β
As soon as You Linguang said these words, he put his foot on the brake, and the speed of the car began to slow down gradually.
"Is that an exaggeration?"
Xie Chonggui couldn't help but complain.
"It's an exaggeration. But we'll talk later, there's a security checkpoint at the bridge ahead, and I'll have to stop the car and wait for them to get stamped before we can go along. Otherwise, we may not be able to go to other parts of the city later. You Linguang said as he rummaged through the roof of the car, then took out a somewhat wrinkled pass and said, "I really don't understand what age it is, these people still have to be obsessed with using this kind of paper thing." β
"Maybe it's because you have to think that digital devices can be interfered with."
Father Ann pointed to the small smart screen in the car, which kept reminding him that 'the full map data could not be loaded, please continue later'.
"Really, why didn't I just pay attention?"
As soon as Father An said this, You Linguang immediately understood what was going on.
At this time, the car they were riding in also happened to stop at the bridge. Directly in front of them, several uniformed soldiers stood straight behind the makeshift barricades.
One of them, seeing their car stopped, immediately leaned over, knocked on the window, and began a very standard inquiry.
"The whole city is under martial law, why do you still drive the car out?"
The man spoke at a slow pace, took out a notebook in his hand, and wrote down the license plate number.
"It happened that I needed to pick up someone to go back, so I had to drive the car out."
When You Linguang rolled down the window of the car, he directly handed over the prepared pass.
"Hmm... This pass was indeed issued by the military department. However, it didn't say that I wanted you to pick someone up. Andβ" When the man was halfway through speaking, he subconsciously lowered his body, looked into the carriage, and said, "Your car seems to be overloaded!" β
"It's... I can't help it! Look, can you be accommodating and let us go? β
You Linguang didn't have the eloquence of Father An, so naturally he didn't know how to deal with such a scene.
"It's not that I can't let you go. It's just that until then, you'd better all get out of the car first. Later, when I get in touch with the above and make sure there are no 'accidents', I'll let you go. β
The man casually slipped the pass into his pocket and wrote something in his notebook.
"It's... Not suitable, right? β
You Linguang found that the other party didn't seem to be very reasonable, and the expression on his face changed slightly. And the other party happened to notice this change in his face, and said, "What's suitable or inappropriate, won't it be okay when everything is clear?" Or did you actually get this pass by improper means? β
"Where, the red seal on the white paper and black letters on it, doesn't it mean that it is fake?"
You Linguang tried to defend himself.
The man took out the pass from his pocket again, looked at it carefully for a while, nodded and said, "Hmm... You're right, it's really unlikely to be fake. So be it, you can leave. But the other people in the car, they are not among the 'exceptions' of this release. β
"I said, big brother, can you give face? It's hard for me to do this with you! β
When he heard the first half of the words, You Linguang originally planned to thank him bluntly. But when he heard about the second half, his expression was almost as if he had been tricked, and it was particularly ugly.
"It's not that I'm unreasonable, it's that something... It has to be businesslike. The man went around to Father Ann, pulled the car door and said, "Get out of the car." β
"Why should I get out of the car? Don't you see the names of our passengers written on the pass? β
Father Ann asked disapprovingly.
"No way, I've confirmed it twice, there's only one name on it."
The man directly denied Father An's statement, and the latter smiled slightly, and said: "I suggest that you better take another look, so as not to make unnecessary mistakes." β
Under the persuasion of Father Ann, the man held the pass in front of him with suspicion. The moment his eyes were fixed on the paper, Father Ann whispered a barely audible incantation, and then looked at him with a smile on his face. When the man raised his head, he looked at Father Ann with a blank gaze and said, "It seems that I did miss the names of a few people." Well, you guys can go. β
As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his hand at the soldiers standing behind the barricade, and then the men hurriedly removed all the makeshift barricades.
Just as he was about to turn around and leave, Father Ann coughed lightly and said, "Excuse me, did you forget to give us back your pass?" β
"Oh... Forehead... I'm so embarrassed..."
The somewhat confused man clumsily walked to the door, handed the pass to Father Ann, and closed the door for him.
"Thank you."
Father An nodded slightly, and then motioned for You Linguang to start the car.
It wasn't until their car reached the middle of the bridge that the man's eyes gradually became clearer. He touched his aching brain and subconsciously asked, "Have any of you noticed how many people are in the car?" β
"It seems like there's more than one."
One of the soldiers said so.
"Could it be that ... Oops... Quick, get the car over, we've got to catch up with them! β
The man slammed his aching head a few times and staggered.
"Captain, the way you look now... I think it's better to forget it. β
As soon as the other soldier spoke, he was scolded fiercely: "How can this kind of thing be counted casually." Do you know what it means to be negligent? Hurry up and get the car, I don't want to hear any more excuses from anyone. Wait a minute, I'll take a few brothers over, and the others will be strictly guarded at the intersection, and no one will be allowed to pass! β
"Yes!"
Several soldiers replied in unison.