Zhang Guoyang guessed that the people from the National Security Bureau were accessing his stand-in, which led to the stand-in always dropping, but Sima Aya said that silence is golden, no matter what conjecture you have, don't say it.

In July 2118, after Zhang Guoyang took the medicine, he successfully passed through the customs of countries A and C. Customs officials found the medicine from his salute, but soon after the staff took him to the waiting room, Sima Aya came. All the best.

Unfortunately, the medicine did not play a role in my father's illness.

On July 4, 2118, the peace of mind process proceeded smoothly and the relevant authorities did not intervene;

July 5 was the funeral of his father, Zhang Weining.

In the mourning hall, Zhang Guoyang was numb, numb after grief. There was also a hint of fear—he saw his father, and he saw himself—who he would be decades later.

Sima Aya came to mourn in plain sunglasses, but did not speak to Zhang Guoyang. Zhang Guoyang also did not introduce to others who this woman was. Everything went on silently, an ordinary funeral, and no one could be seen crying - except for the professional crying robots found by the company that ran the white business.

……

After returning to the underground parking lot, Sima Aya opened the door and got into the car, and in her mind, the sound of robots crying and mourning was still "endless" - there was nothing wrong with that, those robots were crying more "sadly" than humans, and as long as the power was uninterrupted, they could keep "crying sadly".

(But why be sad?) Sima Aya thought, (The deceased may not be unhappy, they don't have to worry about anything anymore.) ）

As far as Sima Aya knows, after the rumor blockade of "aliens" failed, many people became worried and panicked.

Through Zhang Guoyang's stand-in and other robots infected by the "green card", Sima Aya has collected sufficient information during this time: although the attack of "Cerberus" is not as fierce as it was at the beginning, in the western part of country A, there are new anomalies everywhere, such as a large number of areas, from the underground, seeping out high concentrations of carbon dioxide...... The high concentration of carbon dioxide detected by the robot in the Raccoon subway station is not an accident, because this also happened in the laboratory where Zhang Guoyang (the stand-in) took the medicine...... There are many more reports of high concentrations of carbon dioxide, which Sima Aya has already gathered.

Sima Aya didn't know what this meant exactly, but she was worried about all this, if one day, there was also a plague in country C, a "cerberus", and a high concentration of carbon dioxide was unexplained and exuded, then the world might be over.

If the "aliens" had appeared in a kind image, perhaps, there would have been no faint panic in the public psyche today.

When Sima Aya was still thinking and worried, her mobile phone suddenly rang, it was a prompt message, an invitation from the communication software (APP) on her mobile phone. This software is called MM25.

She picked it up and looked at it, it was a AAA invitation to a bachelorette party.

In this communication software, not all users can receive AAA-level invitations, as far as Sima Aya knows, only users who have reached a certain level of appearance and figure can get AAA-level invitations, and other people who participate in the party also need their appearance and figure to reach the same level. In fact, often these gatherings are only two people. A man, a woman.

Except for parameters other than appearance and figure, such as social background, MM25 does not pay attention to it, unless the user strongly asks for it.

After the rumors of "aliens" finally spread irrepressibly around the world, the "business" of software management like MM25 has become more popular, and the demand for extreme time travel is obviously much stronger. There are things, obviously, after the alien invasion, there is no way to carry it out.

So, as human history has always been coherent. Businessmen don't panic like ordinary people, do the gene market, do this kind of "social" market, what is possible to make money, they will drill wherever they want.

Are these people still not part of the human race? Sima Aya was sometimes skeptical.

Sima Aya turned off the screen of her phone.

Yes, there is a righteous person in her mind - that is herself, a superego, a superego that has been shaped since childhood, an absolutely righteous me who rejects all temptations - this me has always existed when I was a police officer, and now, as an intelligence officer of the National Security Agency, this I should be even more ironclad!

Soon, another message came, MM25 was very caring, this time, it found a party partner for Sima Aya who looked very similar to Yang Yiyi.

Sima Aya was a little confused.

Seeing a living Yang Yiyi, the superego in Sima Aya's heart disappeared. The software seemed to know everything, and Sima Aya felt that this software should not be called MM25, but should be called itch (witch).

If it weren't for the fact that she was going to accompany the leader to the United Nations Carbon Finance Conference tomorrow, Sima Aya knew that she would definitely go to this party, and what staff of the National Security Bureau, what job responsibilities, and what state secrets would be locked in her home and locked in an iron box, and she would not remember it until she woke up the next day.

It was only then that she realized that she might also be part of a faintly panicked group. Or this panic has been there for a long time, only the "aliens" have aggravated the symptoms.

In the early stage, the information on carbon dioxide emissions in the western part of country A was collected by the superiors, which was exactly the materials that needed to be prepared before attending the "United Nations Carbon Finance Conference". Sima Aya collected these materials and reported them to her superiors, but she did not expect that she would attend the meeting as an assistant staff officer. She thought that she could take a vacation or something after handing in the materials.

105th (225th) meeting of the United Nations Conference on Carbon Finance, 6 July 2118. Sima Aya has learned that in the past 100 years, the United Nations Carbon Finance Conference has not been held 224 times, and this meeting is not held often, how can it have reached 225 times? This time, though, she understood: there were some secret meetings that weren't recorded in the public archives, so, on the surface, it was the 105th meeting, but in reality, it was the 225th.

Soon, after the meeting began on July 6, 2118, in the center of a secret conference room in BJ City, Sima Aya was taken into a small room alone, and during the entire meeting, she had to be on call at all times, accept inquiries from her superiors, and provide intelligence support to her superiors. As for the specific content of the meeting, she will not know a word, she can only guess.

When she was taken into the small room alone, Sima Aya felt a little depressed, which was very similar to walking into the operation room of the stand-in operator, which made people feel closed. When she was told that there were various polygraphs in the small room, she felt even more depressed.

However, the staff assured her that she could lie about personal matters and would not be held accountable.

(Originally, it was a training room.) Sima Aya thought unpleasantly, which reminded her of the days when she worked in the police station, and she glanced up at the camera in the corner of the wall, and felt the urge to pull out her gun and shoot.

Sima Aya made a shooting gesture at the camera, moistened her lips lightly, and bumbiu in her throat twice, and then sat down in the press chair. Of course, there was a sofa, which was the highest "training room" she had ever seen - there was a bathroom.

The chair means comfort and coziness, of course, but it also means that you may be here for a long time.

Sima Aya looked at her watch, and now, there was still half an hour before the meeting began.

She activated the press chair and took a deep breath: she felt very eager to try to see if she could escape the eyes of these lie detectors, but today it seemed that there was no need for this, just to be an intelligence support, and the superiors should still be credible, there was no need to lie.

Lying is a technical job, and telling the truth often makes Sima Aya feel bored, and she suddenly becomes less interested in the content of the United Nations Carbon Finance Conference, because it should not discuss any clues related to Yang Yiyi.

But why is it a secret meeting? Sima Aya closed her eyes and wandered.

The chair means comfort and coziness, of course, but it also means that you may be here for a long time.

(End of chapter)