Chapter 172: Distorted Painting Style (Page 1/1)

Du Xiaoshan has a poem: "On cold nights, guests come to tea as wine, and the bamboo stove soup is boiling and red." ”

The tea dyes the night, showing the charm of the style. In the independent office building of Chaoqing No. 2 in the Shanghai Special Economic Zone, Hong Zhanye, the first deputy director with real power, is sharing his treasures with his colleagues.

This colleague is a good comrade, his character consciousness and party spirit are perfect, and his business ability is even better, but it is a pity that he can't taste tea, and when he sees him chewing peonies, Hong Zhanye's eyelids jump.

Although Ye Huai, the chief of the intelligence section of the second department, was born in a wealthy family, he has never liked to drink alcohol and not like to drink tea. Tastes great! Big Red Robe? ”

"Chidan." Hong Zhanye narrowed his small eyes, and used a single eyelid and dark circles to resist the urge to roll his eyes, "I want to drink a big red robe to find the director, he has two taels there, and the chief gave it." ”

"Don't, don't."

When the two were alone, Ye Huai was not as serious as when he was working, and said with a hippie smile: "Drinking tea is your old man's hobby, and I still like wine." It's a pity, since the transfer to the second place, the opportunity to dip in alcohol is getting more and more rare, in fact, a few drinks will be better my state, during World War II Churchill was not every day to drink, the more you drink, the more energetic. ”

"We have discipline." Hong Zhanye waved his hand, "What do you say that only the elderly drink tea, that's because you kid doesn't have a taste, and now you like to drink, it's the same thing as children who like to drink sugar water, and in another ten or twenty years, you will know that tea is better than wine." ”

"No, no, no, I think this belongs to genetic inheritance, my old man is old enough, his taste is high enough, and he likes wine all the same." Ye Huai laughed, "Come on, don't talk about this, let's get down to business." ”

Hong Zhanye is from the Secret Bureau, Ye Huai has been working in the intelligence department since he dropped out of college to join the work, the two have cooperated many times, and they have a very tacit understanding with each other.

"There's no need." Ye Huai slammed the color and signaled Hong Zhanye to put away the recorder, he had a headache when he saw this thing.

"Rules, it's okay, only the director has authority, but he won't stretch out his hand." Hong Zhanye smiled, "The two of us have been independent for so long, how many times have you seen him come?" ”

"Lao Hong, your voice recorder...... It's on. ”

"I know."

“……”

"Go on."

Ye Huai pondered for a moment and said, "Okay, cough, that's the case, regarding the vision of the Taklamakan Desert a few days ago, there has been some progress on my side. ”

"Oh?" Hong Zhanye sat up straight, Ye Huai said that he knew that several members of the Outdoor Adventure Club were filming in the Taklamakan no man's land, first photographing a strange scene of a suspected mirage, and then witnessing a sand wall rising from the ground and roaring away. After leaving the no-man's land, the "explorers" posted the video on the short video APP, which quickly attracted the attention of the intelligence officers of the second department.

"I sent a group of people to southern Xinjiang, and although there were few traces left at the scene, it has been confirmed that it was a paranormal event, and according to local herders and videos taken by the Adventure Club, it took 13 to 14 hours for the sand wall to be advanced from the Holy Sepulchre Mountain to the edge of the desert. After that, there was a man who behaved strangely and did not understand the language, and it is now almost certain that the herdsmen spoke the strange man who spoke Chinese, and the language barrier was due to the fact that there were very few herders in southern Xinjiang, especially on the edge of the desert, who could speak Chinese. ”

Ye Huai spoke slowly, and the more he spoke, the more subtle his expression became.

"Six herders approached him, but no photographs were taken, but there was a portrait of the man based on his later recollections."

Ye Huai said, showing Hong Zhanye a sketch and a computer-generated portrait.

Since Ye Huai suspected that the desert vision was related to this person, he naturally had his reason, Hong Zhanye believed in his business ability, so he didn't ask any questions about it, he stared back and forth at the black and white sketch and computer synthesis for a long time, and said in surprise: "It's a little familiar." ”

They have all received professional training to strengthen their memory skills, and the familiar feeling is basically impossible to be an illusion.

"I did a search in the national security portrait database, and it told me that I didn't have enough permissions, and then I went back to our own database and did a search, hey, do you know who this is?" Ye Huai sold Guanzi.

"Our current database can't be safer than the country, the national security doesn't give you permission, we give permission here, I think, it's a top secret transferred from the past? Say, which qigong master is this? ”

"Hey, you guessed it."

"What is this guess? This is analytical, drinking tea, the brain is better than drinking. ”

Hong Zhanye smiled proudly, but his smile froze on his face after hearing Ye Huai's answer.

"His name is Wen Jing'an, the altar that was quietly demolished in Beijing in 02 is called Jing'anju, he accepted an apprentice back then, called Qiu Sanquan, and later changed his name to Qiu Changsheng, now, he is called Yao Lao, oh, and, he has a daughter, a single name and a word." After Ye Huai finished speaking, he didn't hold it for a while, and burst into a foul mouth, "It's exciting, right?" ”

Hong Zhanye was stunned for a long time, gritted his teeth and nodded: "It's so exciting." ”

"If it weren't for the video and eyewitnesses, I wouldn't have believed it."

"Wen Jingan is at least fifty years old this year, and he is not old at all?" Hong Zhanye stared at the photo, incredulous, "Could this be Wen Jingan's son?" If it was his son who inherited the mantle, would he be able to cultivate such mana? ”

What kind of realm is this by piling up sand into a wall and crossing hundreds of kilometers of desert?

"I can't rule out this possibility, but I have an intuition, this is Wen Jing'an, everyone thought he was dead back then, maybe he went to the Holy Sepulchre Mountain to retreat and cultivate, and he broke through to a new realm for more than twenty years and reappeared in the world." Ye Huai shook his head and smiled, "Ever since I entered our second place, I feel that the painting style of our world is gradually distorted, grandma." ”

"Who else knows about this?"

"It's sealed, there won't be anything wrong with the herdsmen and the adventure club, and neither will my people, if nothing happens, you know, I know, God knows, the earth knows." Ye Huai said, glancing at the recorder.

"Where is Wen Yan now?"

"Consultant He Yang went to the Ariga Plateau State, and there is a Confucius Academy in Brudila that is recruiting students to teach the ancient martial arts practiced by Wen Yan to the people of Brudilla, and the two of them went to contact each other."

Probably in order to refute the saying that the head of drinking tea is better than drinking, Ye Huai added with no emotional intelligence: "You approved this, saying that you asked them to try to bring people back to the special forces as instructors." ”

Hong Zhanye glared, and was about to speak, when the red landline on the table suddenly rang.

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