After hesitating for a moment, Wang Wei was sitting opposite the prophet.

He soon noticed that the Prophet had taken two teacups from the table, poured them for himself, and pushed them to his side.

Glancing at the teacup in front of him, Wang Wei was looking at Bering deeply.

He wasn't worried that the guy in front of him would poison himself.

As the director of the countermeasures bureau, Wang Weizheng is not afraid of poison, and he has a unique antidote method.

After thinking about it, he picked up the teacup and took a sip.

This drink directly made him slightly stunned.

"Ginger Ale ......?"

This familiar texture and taste made Wang Weizheng can't help but look at the prophet.

At this moment, the prophet was taking a sip, and then said with a smile: "It may be slightly different from the taste in Director Wang's heart, after all, even if you try your best, there may still be a slight deviation." ”

Looking at the teacup in front of him, Wang Weizheng was silent for a moment before he continued: "No, it's close." ”

This taste is similar to what I have drunk in the past.

Wang Weizheng couldn't help but think of the glass of ginger cola he had drunk decades ago, when he had not yet entered the big city and was about to leave with a nylon bag on his back.

The people who make ginger ale for themselves probably don't really understand why ginger and foreign soda should be combined, but they just heard from relatives in big cities that they can do this, and feel that it is necessary to give Wang Weizheng such a point.

At that time, Wang Wei didn't feel anything when he was drinking this thing, his eyes were shining, as if he had seen a bigger city through a mountain village, and ignored the white porcelain bowl in front of him and the dilapidated bicycle next to him.

When I really started to feel nostalgic, I found that I couldn't drink anything like that.

After taking a sip, as if recalling the past, Wang Weizheng's eyebrows and eyes softened a little.

He looked at the teacup in front of him and sighed, "I wanted to drink something similar before, but I couldn't drink it anyway." I didn't expect to drink it from you today. ”

"How?" "Why can you make something like that?" he said. ”

Faced with Wang Weizheng's doubts, the prophet said with a smile: "When boiling, Lingtang accidentally put some soap horns......

Soap horn?

Recalling the taste of the past, Wang Weizheng nodded again: "I remember, it turns out that this is the smell of my mother's laundry before." When I said why I drank this thing, I always felt that I could smell a certain smell in my memory, and I thought it was homesickness, but now I know that it is soaphorn. ”

It's melancholy.

With a sigh, Wang Wei put the knife next to him, and then looked back at the prophet.

After a while he said, "Should I ask you how do you know the secret of this thing, or should I ask you who you really are?" ”

The Prophet leaned back in his chair and tapped his long fingers lightly on the armrest: "Actually, this is essentially a problem. ”

"As I told you before, you can call me a 'prophet.'"

The Prophet said with a smile: "Of course, the so-called Prophet is just a spectator who can break through the fog and travel back in time. Even if you can look far away and witness the changes of the world, after all, you are just someone who knows more. ”

"After all, the so-called prophet is not omniscient and omnipotent," the prophet shook his head, "to encompass all wisdom, calculations, and schemes in the United States, that is only the realm of God." ”

Listen silently to the words of the prophet.

After a long while, Wang Weizheng said: "God or not, I don't care. ”

"If there is a god, it's okay not to appear, but if you dare to appear in this country and stretch out disgusting tentacles in all directions, then I don't mind slashing at the so-called god. I've done this many times, and it doesn't matter if I do it again. ”

When he said this, Wang Weizheng's mood was very calm.

That's what he thinks, and even in the future.

That would be months later, though......

Thinking of this, the Prophet couldn't help but sigh softly in his heart.

But soon, he calmed down.

Staring at Wang Weizheng, the prophet thought for a moment and leaned back slightly.

He pointed to Wang Weizheng's pocket: "Don't you answer?" ”

The Prophet said, "Your subordinates must be agitated now, right?" ”

The voice fell.

As if to respond to the meaning of the prophet, ten seconds later, the mobile phone in Wang Weizheng's pants pocket instantly buzzed!

Well?

Glancing at his mobile phone, and then at the smiling prophet, Wang Weizheng was silent for a moment before turning on the phone.

"Hello?"

As soon as he uttered the first word, there was a scolding on the phone that even the prophet next to him could hear.

Probably the meaning is why, as a dignified director, he secretly left his colleagues behind, and took a taxi when he should have been ready.

Listening to the voice on the phone that can almost spray people to death, Wang Weizheng's expression did not change in the slightest.

After a while, Director Wang hung up the phone and looked back at the prophet.

The prophet also smiled and said, "But speaking of which, wouldn't it be too much for Director Wang to go alone to deal with the problem?" ”

Faced with this question, Wang Weizheng shook his head: "Since you are a prophet, shouldn't you know the answer?" ”

"As I said before, the Prophet is not omniscient," the Prophet spread out his hand, "and besides, the process of finding answers is a part of the process that should be savored, just as a meal should be accompanied by side dishes and cooked with spices, otherwise it will seem too monotonous." ”

"And if you pride yourself on knowing everything and ignore it, isn't life a little too boring?"

Glancing at the prophet, Wang Weizheng shook his head.

He finally explained: "There have been a lot of things in Morrowind recently, and I suspect that some 'disasters' have been attacked." ”

"Everybody is tough on those guys," he said calmly, "and there are only a few in the bureau who can't fight those guys." If you really let someone else come, it's just a queue to commit suicide. ”

None of this is a secret, after all, I've been working with xenos for a long time, except for a few secrets, and both sides probably have some idea of the other side.

"I see," the Prophet thought, "so Director Wang is planning to come and deal with the problem himself?" ”

"yes."

Wang Weizheng nodded: "Unless three or four of those guys come together, I won't die no matter what." At most, they will be hurt a little, but with the distorted minds of those monsters, it is more uncomfortable to let them unite than to let them go to the open air to have sex. ”

With a calm and breezy attitude, Wang Weizheng is like despising those aliens.

As the director of the countermeasures bureau, he does have such strength.

can often control the country and suppress the Quartet with a long knife, Wang Weizheng can almost be said to be one of the strongest people in China!

Although he is still a slightly weak human being, Wang Weizheng's monster-like consciousness and movements, as well as his unique long knife, even make many "disasters" have to be avoided!

That's just now, though.

"But Director Wang, have you ever thought about a question?"

Looking at the calm Wang Weizheng, the prophet suddenly spoke: "What if one day, the enemy is so strong that your sword can't cut it?" ”

Can't cut it with your own knife?

How can it be.

Wang Weizheng just wanted to deny it.

The next second, however, the Prophet's finger pressed lightly against the wooden table.

The water stains on the table gradually flowed and stretched under the guidance of some invisible force, forming two indistinct words in just a few seconds.

Looking at this word, Wang Weizheng's eyebrows were tightly wrinkled.

【Origin】......?

What is this?