"Xiao Ai, I'll go out in the afternoon, you can find someone to change the signboard of our flower shop!" After Zhang Ling ate, he said with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Well, what's the name?" Xiao Ai seemed to know where Zhang Ling was going, and nodded slightly.

"How's the Flower God Shop?"

"Good"

"Ah Ling, why don't you order it?" Su Xiaoai looked at Zhang Ling just holding a cigarette but not lighting it, and was a little puzzled.

Zhang Ling shook his head with a smile and said, "I like to smell it, I don't smoke it too much." ”

The taxi service in Jiangnan City is very developed, and the service of Zhuque Street is extremely developed, from Zhang Ling calling the hovering car to landing in only 1 minute and 36 seconds.

"Sir, where are you going?"

"Martyrs' Mansion"

"Okay, sir, it's 7 minutes and 32 seconds, please wait." The driver planned the route, avoided the suspended channel at the same time, and quickly came to a conclusion.

The Martyrs' Mansion is a place to commemorate the Battle of the Doomsday, and there is such a mansion in any city and every township on the earth.

The War of Doom, also known as the War of the Planets, is an alien colonial war that broke out suddenly at the height of the earth, it is a war that has a global impact, and countless great scientists, warriors are remembered in the war. In the same way, countless great human beings, great legacies have disappeared in the war. The War of Defense will take place on June 6, 2028, and end on July 26, 2030, when the greatest invention of human physics, the stellar supermagnetic energy cannon, will be declared.

"Is the gentleman a soldier?" The driver accosted.

"Why do you say that?" Zhang Ling pushed down his glasses and said.

The hovertruck driver sighed: "Now I'm afraid that only soldiers or people born into military families will go to the Martyrs' Mansion, now the rapid development of mecha and physical skills, more people are all focused on this, and the children are also determined to become a strong man, but how many people will remember the victims who brought all this?" ”

"You are very good," Zhang Ling said, today's children may know about the war and may look at the old things, but there are really not many who can really go to such a bleak place as the Martyrs' Mansion.

"A big man like you is still willing to come to the Martyrs' Mansion, which is what people appreciate." The driver said casually.

"Am I like a big guy?" Zhang Ling joked.

"If you can live in Suzaku Street, isn't this a big shot? Chang'an Road in Beijing, Xuanwu Tower in the Southern Dynasty, Nanmen Lane in the Western Capital, and Zhuque Street in the south of the Yangtze River are called the four major Tongtian roads in China, and we ordinary people don't know. ”

"When did this happen?" Zhang Ling was indeed puzzled, he had never heard of this statement at least three years ago.

The driver was immediately happy and said, "Ha, you just returned to Earth, right?" This was two years ago, and it is said that the original inhabitants of these four places were replaced. It may be that the rich people are psychologically troubled, and they always like to occupy some places with historical heritage, and the rich people are extravagant, and it is said that the original inhabitants of these four places have all made a fortune. Later, these four places became an iconic name, such as Suzaku Street is the symbol of our Jiangnan City, and when it comes to Jiangnan City, the first thing that comes to mind is Suzaku Street. ”

Zhang Ling seemed to think of something, why he came back by himself, the whole street was managed so strictly, why there were no residents who were once familiar with him, and the feelings were such a reason. So it seems that there will definitely be no fewer people who have the idea of playing their own small house, and Xiao Ai will not be able to keep the small house, so it seems that the identity of the old man has played a little role.

"Sir, you've arrived, 452 in total."

"Thank you"

......

The Martyrs' Mansion is a solemn place, and even though no one usually comes, it is still kept clean by the management. The doorkeeper was an old man with reading glasses and gray hair, who was reading a book in the shade at the moment.

"Young man, be careful when you enter, don't touch things you shouldn't touch." The uncle said without raising his head.

"Got it."

The corners of Zhang Ling's mouth raised slightly when he entered the door, knowing that the janitor was kind enough to remind him that although the Martyrs' Mansion was located in the middle of nowhere, it was by no means a place that no one guarded, just like now there were several eyes sweeping over him one after another.

It is said that it is a martyr's mansion, which sounds good, but in the end it is still a cemetery, a place for the dead. Everywhere Zhang Ling looked, except for a towering huge monument, what remained was an endless line of small tombstones, which commemorated the heroes who died in the defense war.

And Zhang Ling walked straight to the highest monument along a large road, took out a cigarette case, and picked up a cigarette. He frowned, picked up and put down the cigarette several times, and finally lit it.

After a long breath of smoke, Zhang Lingcai said slowly: "I'm back, I shouldn't be able to go out!" Back then, the old man was not happy that I went out, and we fell out. If an alien kills a human, we will kill him a thousand, this is what he himself said. He was old and couldn't do it, so I went to do it for him, and he turned against me, and now he doesn't come home all day. If pain can solve the problem, then it is better to be like the old man at the door, sweeping the grave here every day, what is the use? ”

Zhang Ling took another deep puff of cigarette and thought for a while: "I think Xiao Ai is still good, I'm not a high-level person, I can't let a girl wait, so after I came back, I directly regarded myself as her boyfriend, I think it's good." It's a pity that you haven't seen Xiao Ai, she is a silly girl, a very good silly girl, at least the old man likes it very much, I think you should like it too. I have at least an old man, and Xiao Ai doesn't even have a thought, so I think I should marry Xiao Ai. ”

"In the future, I will open a flower shop at home, you don't know that there are always things in this world that technology can't understand, for example, I have an inexplicable thing called 'Flower God System' in my head, which is very mysterious, and this thing is not easy to explain, so I won't tell you. Of course, you just need to know that I will become a great gardener in the future. ”

"I'm leaving, I have to do something else besides opening a flower shop, otherwise it's too idle."

The cigarette burned out, and the long soot did not break, Zhang Ling carefully nestled the ash and cigarette butts in the palm of his hand, and turned to leave.

After turning around, in the distance from the direction of the gate, a woman was walking towards the monument. Zhang Ling and her will always meet on the same route. This is a familiar woman, when Zhang Ling saw her face, she knew that the woman looked the same size as herself, but her dress temperament was extraordinary, but this extraordinary made her look several years older, Zhang Ling didn't like it.

Zhao Zhician was slightly surprised the moment she entered the door, and saw a person standing under the monument from a distance, and she didn't recall this person until she saw this person's face. Isn't this the nervous man I saw in the levitating bullet train square the day before yesterday, but it's a coincidence.

Getting closer, Zhao Zhician found that this man was a little handsome; When I got closer, I noticed that the man was smiling at him, and he seemed to be smiling very well; When he got closer, he noticed that the man nodded at him with a hint of a smile. Then, the two passed by.

"You know me?" At the moment of rubbing shoulders, Zhao Zhician turned around and asked.

"I don't know." Zhang Ling stopped, shook his head and said.

"I remember you." Zhao Zhician said.

"So what?" Zhang Ling laughed and turned to leave, he was in a bad mood today and had no time to talk.

"Strange man." Zhao Zhician smelled a smell of smoke when she walked to the monument, and subconsciously frowned and looked at the ground, but she didn't see cigarette ash and cigarette butts, which made her brows stretch.

"A man who smokes cigarettes and doesn't allow cigarette ashes to fall is a man who really respects this place and has something interesting." Zhao Zhician muttered.

Gangnam City, an inconspicuous dilapidated office building.

"Who are you looking for, sir?" At the front desk on the first floor, a middle-aged man asked expressionlessly.

"I'll go home." Zhang Ling said.

"Sir, this is not a private house, are you sure you're wrong?"

"Isn't this the Hall of War Spirits?"

As soon as Zhang Ling finished saying this, the middle-aged man raised his head suddenly, his eyes showing a fierce light. Zhang Ling knew that if he made any movement at this time, he was afraid that more than 10 bullets would pass through his body in an instant, and the seemingly old door panel at the door would be replaced by the emergency power grid.

"Who are you?" The middle-aged man asked.

"Check it" Zhang Ling stretched out his left hand at the front desk, revealing his unique nano-dimensional identity card, which is not just as simple as paying bills.

The middle-aged man took a strangely shaped scanner and scanned it, then gently put the scanner down, and pressed a red button on the worktop with one hand. The buttons control the door and window system of the old building, and when the house is about to fall into darkness, the lights illuminate the space again.

The middle-aged man straightened his clothes, and the next moment his legs were closed, and he made a standard military posture and said, "Sir."

Zhang Ling also saluted a military salute, and then said, "Wang Baichuan is not there?" ”

"Yes, sir." The middle-aged man's expression became more serious, and the entire Jiangnan City knew the name Wang Baichuan on one hand, and the young man in front of him was obviously not among them, which could only mean that he was from that place.

The old building was actually not old, and Zhang Ling was taken to a room that looked like a storage room. The middle-aged man opened a drawer in the cabinet, and after pressing the code hidden in the drawer, the cabinet parted, leaking a metal screen.

"It looks backward, but it's actually safer." Zhang Ling nodded.

The middle-aged man nodded and said, "This is what the deputy hall master ordered to be replaced after he came back, please ......"

After the metal screen was closed and a series of ancient instruments were turned, Zhang Ling entered the real Battle Spirit Hall. The room is not as domineering as its name, the interior is fully decorated in a minimalist style, and there is a security monitoring device at the door, but any metal object on the body will trigger an alarm.

The real Battle Spirit Hall is located underground, the space is not large, but it is definitely not small, Zhang Ling can be sure that behind all the decorative walls are all walls wrapped in gold and steel.

Zhang Ling took the first step into the Battle Soul Hall, and all the people working here were silent, dozens of pairs of eyes staring at him tightly, and the strength and coercion alone made people chill.

The corners of Zhang Ling's mouth raised slightly, and he didn't care at all: "Take me there!" ”