"Don't make a noise, brothers, look at what Holmes says, your barrage is brushing too fast."

"That's called Sherlock Hook!"

"Just know who you're talking about!"

Sherlock Hook stayed in the live broadcast room, but he didn't release his analysis for a long time.

He is now in a state of ward rounds, looking at the anchor room standing on the school ground one after another in his live broadcast room, trying to dig out something from Han Dongwen's speech.

But he only distilled one sentence.

"Someone ......"

Sherlock Hook opened the microphone and opened his mouth with some hesitation.

"The emperor just said that after the birth of the alien, it was the strong recommendation of "someone" that allowed the Simeng alien to join the sect."

"Simeng became the most foreign-friendly country among all the countries in the first place, and this should be the reason."

"This person, if I guessed correctly, should be the head of the Department of National Security!"

There was some commotion on the school grounds, but fortunately, the officers and soldiers of the National Soldiers Division quickly maintained order.

"A few nights ago, after the National Soldiers Department reported that the aliens rushed into the Haizhou Qianshan Palace, and tried in vain to rush into the Haizhou National Soldiers Division's headquarters camp, which is why so many aliens were detained in front of the widow."

Han Dongwen looked at the player in front of him.

Hold them accountable?

For them, their speech on stage is nothing more than a cutscene.

There is no punishment that can fall on their heads, which is the imperfection of the entire Inhuman management mechanism in Simeng.

So, how to punish a person who has nothing to lose.

The answer that Wen Yongxing taught Han Dongwen at the beginning was that if a person has nothing to lose, then there is always something to take away from them.

Opportunity.

"The widow didn't know at first, how dissatisfied you were with the imperial court, you actually stormed the Qianshan Palace and the military camp, and then after being interrogated by the officers and soldiers of the Shocked Division, you actually told the widow a bullshit answer!"

Han Dongwen's voice was heavier, and his tone was a little higher:

"You're curious about the appearance of the palace maid?!"

He became angry, almost scolding, "The widow and Simeng treat strangers like this, and the strangers are now playing the court like this?!"

The palace maid is not a concubine, except for the concubine and the queen, the concubine should stay in the palace.

Even if the last time Chi Hanqing waited with the army, the premise was that Han Dongwen nodded.

But the palace maid is only from the people, and she can even go out of the palace and visit relatives on weekdays.

Committing a felony for the reason of wanting to see a palace maid does sound too much like child's play.

What Han Dongwen scolded was the voice of the people of the three divisions.

He glared angrily at the silent schoolyard, and said in a tone that almost hated iron and steel: "Originally, the widow really thought that the alien was a Simeng liser, but it was the help of heaven, so he followed the advice, not only did he allow you to join the sect and be organized into a righteous army, but the widow really thought that the alien could be integrated with Simeng, and even prepared to let you buy a house here, but it turned out to be like this!"

"?"

Sherlock Hook couldn't help blurting out these two words in the live broadcast room.

What did the Dog Emperor just say?

He just said that he can let Yiren buy a house in Simeng?

OK...... Buying a house and starting a family?

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Perhaps, at all times, humanity has been passionate about having a territory that is truly its own.

Those with a good history will know that in the era when human beings could only play games on the display screen, housing was still a commodity that ordinary people could afford to grit their teeth and spend their whole lives.

And in the current era, there is no such good thing for a long time.

The change of environment has made the price of shelter astronomical, and the vast majority of people can only live in a rented place like Huang Ziwen, pay the rent, and come to a completely illusory world to relax after work and production.

Before the yin, the install rate

The content of one of the highest simulation software is incredibly simple.

Good life - to be able to simulate a world of one's own in the mind, one's own residence, even if the free version of "Good Life" has a limited area, it is enough for the vast majority of people to build a home in their hearts.

A decent, dignified, home.

There are multiple rooms, bathrooms that don't rush to use, and stoves that don't smell like they're all over the house.

A small courtyard if possible.

A pool if you have fun.

A space large enough for a cat to not have to endure the smell, and a dog to allow it to run.

I don't know how many people, after the fight, hid back in the world of "Good Life", waiting to be woken up by the hammer of reality the next day.

"What do you want to see? Then look!"

Han Dongwen turned around angrily, grabbed Xiao Hongdou's arm, and after quietly glancing at her, he pulled her to the front of the stage, who was still quite nervous.

Next, it was the first official appearance of the Director-General of the National Security Department in front of the members of the National Security Division, the first time, to speak out.

"The Director-General is here!"

"It's coming!"

"What did the Bullshit Emperor say?"

"Can you build a home?"

"Huh? Damn, really?"

The discussion about the so-called buying of a house was mixed with the expectation of Xiaohongdou, and in the midst of the chaos, the voice of Gu Anqi, the general director of the National Security Division, sounded a little timidly through the spiritual sound disk.

"National ......"

She was startled by her amplified voice, and subconsciously looked back at Han Dongwen.

Han Dongwen nodded slowly and motioned for her to continue.

So, Xiao Hongdou tried his best to imitate the appearance of his father's teaching in his memory, cleared his throat, and opened his mouth to read the content he had just memorized:

"The country is the country, and stability is the first."

"The meaning of the law is clear, the commander-in-chief of the Simeng army and people has been for thousands of years, and he must not be chaotic overnight."

"Flesh and blood can be punished, but steel and iron cannot be reckless."

She paused for a moment and stood slightly forward, allowing the Inhumans in the audience to see her face clearly.

"I hope that the strangers can listen to this, and don't let His Highness and the people of Simeng chill."

The meaning of these words is simple.

The law of Si Mong has enabled the people of Si Mong to live and work in peace and contentment for many years, and it cannot be ignored.

Otherwise, Simeng will no longer be Simeng, and this kind of thing, the monarchs of Simeng will not ignore it.

To deal with ordinary people with flesh and blood, Simeng can be punished, but Yiren should not rely on his own rotten life to do whatever he wants.

"That's what it means, it's nonsense literature."

Sherlock Hook frowned and commented.

Han Dongwen's move was really just to pull the little red bean out for Yiren to see, and then borrow her mouth to let Yiren settle down?

He hurriedly played back the video in this live broadcast room for a few seconds and watched it intently several times.

"National ...... Quiet...... Division ......"

Sherlock Hook was stunned, and the cigarette in his mouth barely caught it.

"It's a hidden head!"

In the school field, the voice of the little red bean still echoed in the wind.

"How?"

Yang Churan asked Yang Facai beside him in a low voice.

"The palace maid pulled it out, even if the inhumans insisted that they were just for the palace maid to storm the barracks, there was nothing to say."

Yang Facai replied in a deep voice, "But that's all there is to it, he has already bowed his head to the stranger, what else is there to hope for?"

Yang Churan nodded without saying a word, and glanced back at the alien who was held in the school ground, and a trace of contempt flashed between his eyebrows.