"Legends?"

Listening to Li Guoguang's vague answer.

Jiang Sheng's eyes flickered.

"Director Li, can you please tell you more details and accurately, what kind of legend is it?"

"All kinds of legends, any legends."

The old man's words revealed a bit of weakness.

"Heaven, hell, the West, the Nine Heavens, as long as you can think of mythological stories, you can basically find the prototype there."

"So, you mean to say."

The black cat standing in the room had its pupils constricted.

"Inside the Yumen, there are still many forces of gods and demons fighting each other?"

Jiang Sheng doesn't like chaos.

I don't like complicated messes even more.

"No, you still don't understand what I mean."

Luckily.

Li Guoguang immediately rejected its idea.

"Anyway, I repeat, what is in the door is only the prototype of some myths and legends, not real myths and legends. All the records about gods and demons are imagined by us human beings according to our own social structure. We thought that there was a logic in their relationship. However, in fact, there are no rules between gods and demons. They are chaos, the purest wilderness, the most utter of the jungle. They are so powerful that there are no taboos. We cannot understand their language and thoughts, and even the gods and demons are unilateral human definitions. Therefore, what exists on the other side of the door is definitely not a force. If you have to say it, it's better to treat it as an ancient battlefield. ”

"Or is it a jungle?"

The black cat thought for a moment.

Then I added.

After hearing this, Li Guoguang nodded in affirmation.

"It can be understood, but the jungle is not as savage as it is. Because what's in the door doesn't hunt just for hunger. They will hunt for the sake of hunting. ”

Hunt for hunting's sake.

Follow one's heart.

Unbridled.

For such behavior, Jiang Sheng can only think of two adjectives like this.

Some time after that.

Li Guoguang chatted with Jiang Sheng for a while about the live broadcast video spread on the Internet.

That's right, it was photographed this morning.

The picture of the black cat fighting with three thousand grudges.

The old man first pointed out a few points, the flaws that Jiang Sheng had exposed in the course of the battle.

Then he said that these pictures will not have much impact now.

And then so that the black cat does not have to take it to heart.

Because the country's policy has changed.

The officials of this session seem to be very bold.

vaguely has the ambition of being openly supernatural, and even has the whole people investigate and report the criminals together.

But you have to eat it one bite at a time.

The road must be taken one step at a time.

The process of revealing the supernatural must also be gradual.

Otherwise, if you take too big a step, it will easily cause panic among the masses.

The meaning of the current situation is to reveal a little bit of wind to the outside world.

So a situation like Jiang Sheng's has become just right.

It can involve the public in the discussion.

You can also observe the direction of public opinion.

It's not going to be bitten by people yet.

Isn't that the best reference sample?

And Jiang Sheng's individual image seems to be more likable.

It is used as the first supernatural "product" that ordinary people are familiar with.

It's the right choice.

Although I don't understand why the heart of the spiritual steward has suddenly become bigger.

But due to ignorance of the official idea.

Therefore, Jiang Sheng also accepted the old man's relief.

"Well, anyway, I've been keeping out of the crowd lately."

Based on the shame of having to let others fill in the mess after the mess, the cat demon's tone also became a little softened.

"Haha, it's okay, you just need to act as usual during this time, after all, you have to trouble you with three thousand grievances."

Li Guoguang smiled, but his voice was slightly complicated.

To be honest, he doesn't support overt supernaturalism.

Because he doesn't believe in human nature.

……

"Why did the pillar of fire rise to the sky, why did the normal high-rise buildings collapse, and how did the fallen residents survive. Is it a pipeline leak, or is it an engineering deduction. What caused everything in the moment, and what prevented the massive number of casualties. Audience friends, I am investigator Li Xiaolin, please walk with me into the mystery of the fall of the Yama Palace. ”

"Hey, that's pretty good."

At night, he sat in a temporary residence with 3,000 grievances.

Xu Ming was eating dinner while watching TV.

Because it is inconvenient to go out after being wanted, he is always idle during this time.

"Pipeline leakage, engineering deduction, these reporters are really looking for the reason, could it be that the spiritual control department taught them to say this?"

Carelessly straightening his head, Xu Ming stuffed a chicken leg into his mouth again.

"Hmm, I said three thousand, your chicken thighs are really good, are you interested in opening a fried chicken restaurant?"

Gulping down the chicken, the doctor gave a thumbs-up to Sanqian in a vague voice.

And what about three thousand grievances.

It was a slow glance at him.

"Talk less when you eat."

"Hey, where did this rule come from?"

Xu Ming tilted his shoulders depressedly.

The next second, he reached out and opened a bottle of beer.

"Hmm, sure enough, fried chicken is only delicious with beer."

"The Spiritual Stewardship is suspicious of me."

Watch the news reports on TV.

Wei San, who was sitting on the side, suddenly said something thoughtlessly.

"Obviously."

Three thousand resentments calmly pulled the rice.

"Otherwise, you would have received a few phone calls by now."

"You mean there's something else behind this news?"

Xu Ming swallowed his food in a leap of thought.

"It's not that there's a problem with the news, it's that they have already started to deal with public opinion before I have received any inquiries."

Wei San responded unceremoniously.

"Three thousand resentments, what is your plan?"

"Don't worry."

The low-pitched youth looked up with a smile.

"Wait two more days, and everything will be clear."

……

"Hey, I really don't want to go on a business trip."

On the plane late at night, a middle-aged uncle with a scruffy beard holds a magazine in his hand.

With a pair of godless dead fish eyes, look out the window through thick bangs.

"Then you'll take a leave of absence."

An indifferent young man sat beside him.

In his hands, he wiped one firearm after another.

"What's the use of complaining when you're on a plane."