"Temporarily deregister the missing student's ID?" A delicate fountain pen made a beautiful circle in the middle-aged man's hand, and only under the manipulation of the hand did he randomly draw out a name that was not very clear.

Han Yue was a little distracted. He suddenly remembered that earlier, the son of the man in front of him had also shown a very similar trick in front of his eyes.

However, the son uses a knife, while Lao Tzu uses a pen.

"What are you staring at this pen for, trying to get rid of it?" Middle-aged people teased.

"Don't dare, don't dare." Han Yue reacted quickly, "If I'm not mistaken, this is one of your son's gifts to you, right?" If you are willing to give it to me, I will not dare to accept it. ”

"You're thinking too much." The middle-aged man smiled brightly, perhaps not quite for his age, "Of course I won't give it to you." ”

Han Yue had no choice but to cooperate with him, pretending to scratch his head embarrassedly.

"Okay, I've signed it. But I was a little surprised that Sucheng would give up on those students categorically. ”

"He didn't necessarily give up." Han Yue put the documents away and bowed slightly to the middle-aged man, "It can only mean that he judged that the situation was not good." ”

"I can probably guess what he's suspicious, but I don't entirely agree with his reasoning."

"You should probably worry more about your son—it's not that I'm worried about your father-son relationship, I don't see any father-son relationship between you at all." Han Yue did not shy away from looking at the middle-aged man in front of him, and the middle-aged man also smiled cooperatively, without any displeasure.

"Sometimes I think you're more like my son's father." There is a very bright look in the eyes of the middle-aged man, which makes one think that he is a little younger - in fact he is well over fifty years old, and perhaps the term "middle-aged" should have gone away from him.

"You're laughing. I feel like I'm more like a. "Han Yue is right.

"Wouldn't that be better? I'm very happy with you. The middle-aged man poured a large sip of tea, as if he had dried a glass of wine.

"Well, I'm also happy with my ability to work." Han Yue rarely felt that the dialogue was unsustainable," ...... But you also need to know that your son isn't entirely worry-free, though he's—"

"Okay," the middle-aged man interrupted Han Yue in a vaguely familiar way, "I still have more confidence in my son. What's more, if anything can cause him trouble, it is the worst thing. ”

Han Yue sorted out the documents, saluted hard, and turned to leave.

Although the father and son do not see any similarities in appearance and personality at all, occasionally, there are some vague habits that prove that the blood relationship between the two people does objectively exist.

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After making sure that he could see the woman approaching not far away, Ling Shucheng was slightly stunned.

He had probably scanned the information of the six missing students before landing, so he could confirm that the woman, or perhaps more appropriate, was the woman who was cautiously keeping a distance of more than five meters from him. He tried to recall more information about the girl who fell from the sky, and in addition to confirming that she belonged to the six groups that disappeared later, what impressed him the most was her somewhat special photo.

The girl in the photo is wearing a high ponytail, her eyes are shining, her smile is wanton and sweet, with a childish fearlessness, and her sitting posture may seem unruly as a soldier, and her whole body seems to have "youth" written in large letters and bold.

The photo has to be impressive - after looking at five usual solemn faces in a row.

Ling Shucheng stared at the girl named "Yuan Sui" in front of him. The other party was obviously quite close before noticing Ling Shucheng's existence, causing her to freeze suddenly at the moment she realized it, as if she was hitting an invisible wall head-on, and froze for a short time before she cautiously took a few steps back. This is not a good sign, or to be honest, the schoolgirl is in a very bad state.

Compared to the large spurts of blood on the girl's uniform, the girl's reaction speed and expression may suggest that her mental condition is more worrisome.

The girl was watching him quietly, her eyes flickering with moisture, like mist rolling over a lake. All the vivid vitality in the photo seems to be fleeing from every corner of her body with the autumn rain, and the exposed wet skin gives people a smooth and cold touch similar to porcelain. The rampant autumn rain cast a gray veil over the whole world, and only the blood stains on the girl's body were particularly dazzling.

In the sound of the rain, he could vaguely make out the girl's struggling breathing.

"You ......," Ling Shucheng hesitated to speak.

Almost subconsciously, he suddenly pulled out the saber hidden in his sleeve, and slammed it back with his backhand, but unexpectedly pounced. At some point, a very thin rope went around his back like a small snake and wrapped around his neck. The feeling of suffocation hit his brain, and in an instant, Ling Shucheng was slowly suspended into the air as if he had suddenly become a prisoner who had been sent to the gallows. This condition could cause a fracture of the pivotal vertebral arch before causing suffocation and vascular compression – the first thought that popped into Ling Shucheng's mind.

But that doesn't happen to him.

Together with the rubble on the ground nearby, he suddenly "floated" like an astronaut in space. The small area of gravity field changed for a short time due to his will, Ling Shucheng raised his hand to quickly cut it before the rope was tighter, the gravity field quickly recovered, and he and the broken rope landed steadily at the same time. Without giving him a chance to fight back, or to explain, Ling Shucheng clearly saw more ropes cutting through the rain from the girl's direction and coming straight towards him - it seemed that this time he might have planned to tie his hands together.

Ling Shucheng pulled out his pistol and quickly retreated. Seeing this, the girl also followed the opposite direction to distance herself, and with the force of a rope, she gently jumped into the tall trees, obscuring Ling Shucheng's sight—it is estimated that she also used a similar method to move quickly in the woods. However, Ling Shucheng originally did not plan to shoot. He took out a small incendiary bomb with his other hand and threw it into the rope lightly, causing a small flame and burning a meadow by the way.

If it weren't for the rainy day, he might have received a painless notice of criticism for "destroying a large area of the ecological environment for no reason".

He ducked behind a half-collapsed stone wall, coughed hard, and suddenly felt relieved. He suddenly realized that the other party might not be as weak as she had just shown, and that he could still make a good sneak attack; But the mental state of the other side may also be really not good, with her ability to complete the sneak attack more beautifully, and, correctly judge friend and foe.

Finally, Ling Shucheng remembered more information about the girl. For example, he recalls that she could manipulate things similar to threads, as small as turning ropes and weaving scarves (she seems to have really practiced these two skills, and the accuracy of her control ability) to the large ones that wrapped several strands of thread together to make a rope, similar to the working principle of a crane, allowing herself to perform short-distance and fixed-movement "flights" with a fixed trajectory on the premise of having a fulcrum that could be wound and borrowed (although she seems to have slammed into a flagpole while practicing this ability, knocking herself into a mild concussion, lay in the hospital for a week).

It seems that the exercises in the military academy are still in place, and they are well mastered now. Ling Shucheng touched his neck and objectively evaluated it in his heart.

In the situation that neither of them can see each other directly, Ling Shucheng has an absolute advantage. At close range, he could even roughly sense what the large creatures around him were doing.

But he suddenly jumped up from under cover and shot in the direction where Yuan Sui was hiding without hesitation.

The girl landed with another man she didn't know, the former as light as a legendary cat that was not afraid to fall, and the latter lifeless and straight to the ground.

Yuan Sui pursed his lips and glanced back at the man's corpse, his eyes showed a trace of surprise, more unwillingness and disgust.

Ling Shucheng slowly approached her, calmly examining the embarrassment in the girl's eyes.

"Thank you, may I ask ......" the girl said in a very low voice, her voice almost drowned out by the rain.

"One team and two groups of Ling Shucheng."

"I'm sorry, I'm not ......," the girl explained dryly, but was directly interrupted by Ling Shucheng.

"Internship team of six groups of yuan." Ling Shucheng called out her name accurately, and waved her hand to signal that she didn't need to explain more, "Briefly explain the situation." ”

"We ......" Yuan Sui was stunned for a moment, his expression was between dazed and waking up like a dream, and he couldn't answer for a while.

Maybe she couldn't expect her to say it smoothly, Ling Shucheng sighed and said in a deep voice: "What about the others? ”

The one lying on the ground may belong to the first batch of people who came to hunt down, and it is likely that they all fell in the chase of the dense forest or suffered a little dark loss at the hands of the girl. This unknown person probably had a chance to hide because the girl was distracted and attacked him, and he might have been ready to be a yellow finch at the right time, but unfortunately he was a little unlucky. Ling Shucheng is naturally not a praying mantis sharpening his knife - but of course he didn't want to become a cicada who died unjustly at the hands of a female student. Imagine that if Yuan Sui really succeeds in the sneak attack, the fate of the two of them can be regarded as a tragedy in the world, a model of negative teaching materials. Thinking of this, Ling Shucheng couldn't help but twitch slightly.

But the second batch will not come too late. If he is in the position of the opposite family, he will dispose of the escaped students as soon as possible by any means, so as not to reveal his location and other information.

The girl must be allowed to provide useful information as soon as possible, and she cannot be left to flank.