"Morning."

Qiao Du came to the door of the fried chicken restaurant and greeted Su Hong, who was waiting here.

"Where have you been?"

Su Hong was puzzled, the fried chicken restaurants have all closed, and in the near future, maybe a new fried chicken will open here, whether it is called stupid fried chicken or mediocre fried chicken, it has nothing to do with the abnormality.

Su Hong's mobile phone has been prompting since just now, it is some push messages in the news APP, he glanced twice, and found that it was some slightly famous enterprises announcing donations.

Hundreds of millions of enterprises have invariably donated all their assets to Project Hope, and because of the suddenness of the incident, even the reporters who usually run fast have not been able to catch up with the hot ones.

He could vaguely guess that it had something to do with what Joe Twilight had told him to do last night.

However, seeing Qiao Du appear in front of him safe and sound, Su Hong was still a little relieved.

"Hung all night last night from a street lamp."

Qiao Twilight told the truth.

On the side, the little witch looked at the nearby street lamp suspiciously and frowned.

"Let's not talk about that, I have big news."

Qiao Du said.

"You mean the corporate donations?"

Su Hong asked rhetorically.

"No, who cares about that, we're the chosen ones."

Qiao Du corrected in a tone of "I'm talking to you about relativity, but you're only thinking about sleeping with me."

"What's the big news?"

The corners of Su Hong's mouth twitched and asked.

"These anomalies are man-made."

Qiao Du told the two of them what she had seen and heard last night.

"It's strange that such an organization has never been heard of before."

Su Hong snorted.

As everyone knows.

The major Chosen Ones are strict about the anomaly, and the Chosen ones themselves are forbidden by force, and it is difficult to be bound by conventional laws, and only the Chosen ones are self-restrained.

As a result, the crimes of the Chosen are even more feared by the Chosen than by anomalies.

Not to mention this kind of organized and disciplined Chosen One's crimes, even those who fight alone will almost be jointly exterminated by the major Chosen One organizations.

Unless you can hide yourself and clean up, you can defect alone and commit a crime that will allow death to come sooner than the next game.

And the reason judged by the Chosen One is nothing more than that he is seriously polluted, and he wants to find someone to share the burden, as long as he wants to do this, it will inevitably cause a riot, and it is difficult not to be noticed.

Just like the silver sparrow before, he wanted to rely on [borrowing money] to dilute the pollution, but he was bumped into by Qiao Dui.

The Chosen One organization in Qiao Dui's mouth sounded a little incredible to Su Hong.

"Maybe it's some antimemetic pollution or something that people subconsciously ignore."

The little witch guessed on the side.

Antimemetic pollution is the opposite of memetic pollution, if memetic pollution is to make people know something more, then antimemetics is to make people's cognition less something, a classic paradox is that you can't remember what you forget, is the best interpretation of antimemes.

"If it was an antimeme, we wouldn't be able to talk about it now."

Su Hong retorted, he thought about it, and continued to speak.

"These Chosen ones spread anomalies and are very harmful, so I'll write a report to the boss first and see what she has to say."

"Okay."

Qiao Du clapped her hands.

He had a cold breeze last night, and now he was going back to the house to take a hot shower and eat a hot meal.

Su Hong went back to the editorial office to write a report, Qiao Du and the little witch returned home, just in time for the old woman next door to make lunch, Qiao Du really didn't shirk, so she could only buy a roast duck and eat it with the old woman.

The little witch has been staying at Qiao Du's house until Christmas arrives, and the end of the year is approaching, which also heralds the end of the cultural exchange summit.

The little witch reluctantly got on the plane, and Qiao Dui's life fell into peace again.

After the report written by Su Hong was given to Zhou Mingke, there was no follow-up.

The emergence of such a Chosen One gang is more or less related to the poor supervision of the major Chosen One organizations, or the anomaly they manipulated involves the secrets of some of the core of the Chosen One organization, which B-level investigators like Qiao Du and Su Hong cannot know.

After New Year's Day, there was still light snow in Jiangcheng from time to time, and whenever it snowed, Qiao Du would go downstairs for a walk.

The flesh tower still stands among the tall buildings, but Qiao Du has not noticed any new customers on the street lamps recently, and she has not heard of the company's boss disappearing from the world in the news.

Perhaps it was the hapless Chosen One that Qiao Du met last time that alerted the guys behind him, and they didn't plant capitalist leeks anymore.

In the New Year, Qiao Du spent time alone at home.

He called the children of the old woman next door and asked them to pick up the old man for the New Year, and the apartment was also a lot deserted during the Spring Festival.

"Busy, let's be busy."

Qiao Du sighed.

There are a lot of migrant workers in Jiangcheng, so when it comes to the Spring Festival, many migrant workers go back to their hometowns for the New Year, and the city has become lonely, and even the takeaway brothers have decreased by one-third, especially in the days near the Spring Festival, even some restaurants are closed.

Qiao Du can only cook by herself.

Stir-fried pork with bitter gourd, shredded potatoes, tomato and egg soup, it's simple.

He posed three pairs of chopsticks.

"Let's eat it."

Qiao Du took a photo and posted it on the tree hole website, accompanied by text.

[The family is about to get neat and start eating Chinese New Year's Eve dinner]

Then put your phone down.

Ash came out of the shadows and sat next to Qiao Dui, and Qiao Dui's mobile phone was automatically transformed and assembled, becoming the appearance of a small robot.

Twilight put down a bowl with some meat foam inside, and the coin people immediately gathered and ate it like ants.

As for Ah Xin, she eats and drinks well at the little witch girl, and she can't think about it.

"When the child grows up, he doesn't want to go home."

Qiao Du sighed.

After the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, Qiao Twilight watched the Spring Festival Gala on TV while surfing in the tree hole.

Every time a program is broadcast on the Spring Festival Gala, countless people complain about this show on the tree hole network, which is much better than the show itself, Qiao Du thinks it is also very interesting, after all, if the show is very interesting, then everyone's evaluation is also good-looking, the same, it is not as good as now, there is room for executioners in each section to play, and the wisdom of the people is endless.

When the bell rang and the melody of the unforgettable night fluttered, everyone also experienced a carnival online, which was good.

Jiangcheng City prohibits fireworks and firecrackers in the urban area, so when it comes to the New Year, there are no fireworks to watch, only the cheers of some children, Qiao Du came to the balcony and looked at the lively and somewhat lonely city in the cold wind.

The next moment, Qiao Du saw that the lights of those thousands of homes were distorted, outlining the depressing and crazy words of the Chosen One's game.

[To you in 2,000 years]

(End of chapter)