Wanhe shopping mall.

In the fifth minute after Shin Zhecheng's death, the officers of the Comprehensive Affairs Bureau arrived one after another to blockade him, and at ten minutes, investigators from the Joint Observation Center of the Investigation Section, the Secret Service Division, and the Mystery Processing Department, as well as personnel from the Medical Department, entered the scene.

Now, seventeen minutes later—

The first floor of the mall.

The fat man hooked up with Yan Fang and whispered about his "tragic encounter", if you don't take me away today, I will hang on the eldest brother's lap if I am fat, which makes Yan Fang's brows throb vigorously, and he wants to cut people.

Jin Chongjing, who was removed from the ceremony, was on the other side, holding the terminal and inputting unknown content, contacting and directing the ground personnel from time to time, as the person who "knows" the rituals of the building best, and he is also the responsibility of the observation center, and he took the initiative to take on this task.

And Zuo Dao and Zang looked at Tongyan and Quan Hu lying on the ground, and he cried to Zang from time to time about the details of what happened when she didn't come.

"The ruthlessness of this stuffy oil bottle is a good thing, but it's too reckless, I like to fight when I don't have Xiaotong as a conductor, and I have become a medal, and I lost the hospital, and I didn't get all the benefits to make trouble for the old lady, and I have to make a bunch of reports to submit it, really."

Zang cried and complained after listening to the experience.

"Without Brother Quan to help us delay, I'm afraid we will be in trouble." The left lane played a round field.

At this time, a group of people in white coats walked quickly and showed their documents:

"Hello, we are from the Medical Department, please let us transfer the wounded."

The leader said politely, and Zang nodded:

"Hard work."

Seeing Quan Hu and Tong Yan being carried away on a stretcher, Zuo Dao took the time to look around the field, as if he was looking for something.

Zang Si sensed the other party's thoughts, and said directly:

"What about the missing people?"

"Hmm."

"I'm going to take you to drink, so I'll wait." Zang spitted out a cigarette.

"Eh" Zuodao was a little embarrassed, and he rubbed his hands a little in his heart, it didn't seem impossible? It's a pity that the characters are designed.

"Team leader, I don't drink."

Zuo Dao's crazy soul sighed, this person is so hypocritical, he can't stand it anymore.

"It's like this, it's a stuffy bottle."

Zang looked at the young man with sneering eyes, as if to say: You stuffy oil bottles are really not good.

As for the young man, he kept his face embarrassed and smiled inwardly without saying a word.

At this moment, Zang suddenly moved his head and signaled a direction.

In the direction of the signal, he saw a group of medical personnel carrying many stretchers, without exception. It's all white cloth over the top.

One of them is the most concerned, he is not only draped in a white cloth, but also hung a small square cloth with a flame sun pattern, at this time Jin Chongjing also put away the work at hand and walked over, lifted a corner slightly, and finally pushed down his glasses.

So far, none of the missing people have survived.

At that time, Shin Zhecheng's promise, just like Zuo Dao saying that he might retreat, was a lie.

Or was he no longer him?

"Let's go, I have to go back to sleep, I'm tired today."

"Okay."

In this way, the two left together, and from the time they landed on the first floor, Zang did not look at Jin Chongjing, and the other party did not have any more conversations with her.

"Event Log: Wanhe Mall Ritual Reaction - Number ██████"

"Incident details 1: After an urgent investigation, multiple departments were jointly dispatched to activate the ritual ███, activate the technique ███, and activate the secret ritual ███, and found out that Shen Zhecheng (the ceremonial person) had extreme thoughts due to internal problems in the company. Unable to conceal the ritual reaction during the final "operational anchoring" phase, it was successfully stopped in time and has now been killed, and some of the relevant illegal personnel have been arrested, some are being arrested, and some are under investigation - submitted by the Observation Center, the Search Bureau, and the Mystery Processing Department.'

"Event Details 2: The missing operator and his family have now been confirmed dead, and

Sixty-six ordinary people died due to the incident, the list of personnel is being investigated retrospectively, and at present, no matching missing report has been found in Huacheng, and the operator Tongyan is being treated for mental damage, and the operator Quan Hu's eye blindness has been arranged for special transport, and the injury is controllable - submitted by the Medical Department and the Search Division.

"Ritual Status: The composition of the ritual has been ascertained, one is to form an induced prototype core by mutilating sixty-six lives (slightly redacted), two is to pollute the mall building, three is to carry out desire mobilization, four are to plant the seeds of desire to those who have reached the stage, five are in the final stage of flesh and blood gathering (non-essential gathering of venues, now fixed), and six - praying for the mysterious existence ████; The ritual has been judged to be of no reference, reproducible, or alterative value, and has been recorded and classified: 4-17005 - Observation Envoy Jin Chongjing submits.

Qingchi Huafu, home.

Zuo Dao looked at the report of the internal terminal and took a sip of the world's replica Sprite, Leibi.

"Ordinary people's lives. It shouldn't be that dictated."

Sitting on the couch muttered.

With no outsiders and the house was extremely safe, he didn't hide anything.

The momentum of the past, the indisputable anger that hates it, faintly emanates.

And he also remembered the conversation that took place after Zang killed Shen Zhecheng in a very "artistic" way.

At that time, Wanhe shopping mall.

Like the two people who landed below, there was a dialogue with the silver liquid that had been transformed into the Jin Reverence Ritual.

"Are you satisfied, man with glasses?" Zang cried, revealing his sarcasm unabashedly, and no longer hiding that bad feeling.

"I'm sorry, but there's a mysterious taint on his ritual, and I'm wrestling with it so much that I can't talk to you instantly."

"Huh."

「.」

Outside the mall gate, when saying goodbye.

Zang Si looked up at the sky:

"Xiao Zuo, you say. Is this world the age of worms, whether it was or is now?"

At that time, Zuo Dao was a little silent, and he rarely had the unity of knowledge and action, and replied seriously:

"I didn't know in the past, and a lot of our ordinary people's history may have been modified and only existed in internal archives, but I think now, more or less."

Zuo Dao said that in his memory, the history studied by the former master can only be said to be bullshit.

Just like many disciplines, if you are one or two decades behind the real society or more, and when you apply for the job with confidence after graduation, or when you practice in the society before this, you will find that the content you have learned is sometimes not as good as the actual experience of three months, but most of the time you are speechless, you don't even have the opportunity.

The same is true of this world, when it comes to mysteries.

It has also led to the "mutilation" of history.

At that time, Zang laughed:

"Feeling messy?"

"Chaos."

"Do you really feel it?"

"Hmm."

"Do you want to quit?" Zang said again, looking at Zuo Dao seriously:

"If you want."

At this time, Zuo Dao spread out his hands, palms facing up, and two small paper figures appeared in circles:

"It's hard to go back, team leader, although it seems to be a bit bullshit, but I think. There's something good about it."

Zang cries slightly bowed his head when he got the answer:

"I won't slip my head this time."

"Isn't this the team leader serious?" Left Dao looked at each other levelly.

"Then get ready, something, it's already started."

"Hmm" Zuo Dao naturally resumed his youthful measures and scratched his head:

"It would be better if the team leader could not be a riddler."

"Hah, go back," Zang said, puffing on a cigarette and shaking his hand to disperse the smoke.

"Then, goodbye, team leader, find time for us to visit Sister Tongyan and Brother Quan?"

"Hmm."

When Zang turned to leave, he finally didn't know whether to ask him or ask himself

One sentence:

"Who made the heaven now?"

I was so nervous that I didn't know what to say, I watched the background felling, and I added more if I met the conditions