Monday, July 24.

The third day of summer vacation.

The air conditioner blows in the room, and the alarm clock set by the mobile phone has already been abolished on the first day of the holiday.

Instead, there was a banging knock on the door.

"Little lazy worm, it's time to get up and have breakfast."

Chiyo Morimoto's voice, like a big-breasted bikini beauty running freely on a sunny Hawaiian beach, is always able to make a man's blood boil.

"Oh!"

Qing Ze replied loudly outside, opened his eyes, and the air floated in bright and bright characters.

Superpower: Weave of Fate.

Looking at these four words, the haze in Qing Ze's mind was instantly swept away, and the fate weave sounded like a very powerful superpower.

He stood up with a carp, in high spirits from top to bottom, and stepped forward to open the door.

On the runway-like promenade, Chiyo Morimoto could not be seen, but the familiar smell of perfume remained in the air.

Qing Ze took a deep breath, turned to the bathroom, brushed his teeth and washed his face, wrung out the towel and put it on it, he came to the living room.

Plenty of time during the holidays didn't require him to rush to test his superpowers.

How much is the sound of all things nerfed? What is the power of Destiny Weave?

There is no need to rush these questions.

Anyway, the strong voice he gave himself was not weakened at all, and when his hands were clenched, he could feel the same muscle power as before.

This also dispelled a little worry he had last night, afraid that after the sound of all things was weakened, the strong sound would also be weakened.

As it turned out, he didn't need to worry about that.

"Chiyo, good morning."

"Don't be too lazy even during the summer vacation, gain dozens of pounds in a summer vacation."

Speaking of this, Chiyo Morimoto had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and he seemed to have said a very terrible plan.

She thought about it carefully, as long as she raised Qing Ze into a round figure.

Except for her, there is probably no second woman who can tolerate the fat that represents strong eating and laziness.

Chiyo Morimoto can ignore Aosawa's obesity or bloated face.

"Actually, don't be too diligent, summer vacation, you should eat, eat, drink, drink, sleep, sleep.

Anyway, I am the director of police station, even if I am retired in the future, I can enjoy the treatment I deserve, and my family is not short of money. ”

Chiyo Morimoto suddenly changed his words, took the initiative to put a few more pieces of meat on his plate, and decided to give Aosawa a few more meals this summer, so that his figure changed from muscular to a little rounded, and gradually transformed Aosawa's figure.

"Chiyo, what are you talking about, I'm not the kind of man who eats soft rice."

Qing Ze picked up the meat and stuffed it into his mouth.

……

After breakfast, Chiyo Morimoto handed over the matter of throwing the dishes and chopsticks into the dishwasher to Aosawa.

She walked out the door and chose to drive a Lamborghini today.

Monday means things are going to get busy for the task force.

All kinds of bizarre cases are squeezed at hand to solve, and search for possible otherworldly people or apostles.

It is also necessary to focus on the conditions for Dior to go to heaven, and guess the fourteen secret words.

There are a lot of things to be busy today, but Chiyo Morimoto is still able to handle it calmly.

After all, she doesn't need to take care of 30,000 people to protect the safety of the leaders and take care of the task force like last week.

It's just that the task force can still handle it calmly.

Chiyo Morimoto inserted the key, listened to the pleasant sound of the Lamborghini engine, and sighed a little in his heart.

It would be nice to have a dedicated unmanned passage between her home and the Metropolitan Police Department.

Every day when you go to work, you only need to step on the accelerator, ignore any traffic lights, and soar to your destination.

That's called a cool.

Chiyo Morimoto's defensive force field is gradually moving away from home.

Qing Ze turned on the dishwasher, turned around and went back to the living room, casting the sound of everything.

The walls, the sofa, the grass outside, the building next door, those voices sounded in my ears, judging from these sounds, they were no different from the sound of the first awakening of all things.

If the range doesn't change, it can only weaken the strength.

Qing Ze used the ability of elemental displacement to turn himself into a breeze, and then he used the ability to travel around the world.

The gaze quickly rises in the eye, and a blue planet appears in the eye.

Looking at the dense red dots on the planet, he chose a red dot to enter.

In an instant, the wind blew on the streets of New York.

In Times Square, people of all colors come and go, and you can see real policemen standing there in full armor, maintaining order at the scene.

Their piercing eyes swept around at all times, and if something went wrong, no one would doubt the speed of the police pulling the trigger.

It's past five o'clock in the afternoon in New York, and the air is particularly hot.

Qing Ze uses Schrödinger's cat and jumps directly to the Empire State Building in New York.

It is a modern marvel, and in 1931, the Empire State Building in New York was arguably the tallest building in the world.

This honor lasted for 41 years, and the title of the world's No. 1 infrastructure maniac in the United States was well deserved.

Qing Ze cast the sound of all things, and he heard the powerful sound of the Empire State Building, stronger than Amat muscles, stronger than the sound of a missile exploding.

The invisible wind swirled around the side of the building, and he reached out to touch it, trying to pull the strong sound of the Empire State Building out.

As he thought, the sound could not be extracted from the interior of the building.

The weakening of the sound of all things is reflected in its intensity, becoming less perverted than before, and can draw any sound at will.

Now it's too strong a voice to pull out.

Qing Ze confirmed this, and then released the ability of the voice of all things, and then he should try to play with the superpower of fate weaving.

His cat using Schrödinger disappeared around the Empire State Building, and the next second, appeared in an unoccupied living room.

Aosawa uses the ability to weave fate.

The world in his eyes trembled, and Qing Ze saw lines that he didn't know how far away, penetrating the closed window and converging in front of him.

The lines quickly twisted into a book.

A blank book floats in the air, and then there are lines wrapped around a pen that floats above the book.

Qing Ze looked at the blank book and pen, his body did not maintain his human form, turned into a ball of scattered wind, and looked below.

The cover of the book is bright red, with a gold pattern engraved on the surface, and on the front, the word fate is written in large letters.

He quickly condensed the wind into a roughly humanoid shape and reached for the pen.

Destiny weaving is to write other people's fates on it?

Aosawa thought about it, familiar people definitely can't write, he doesn't want to use superpowers to manipulate the fate of Chiyo and them, let alone use that method against their will.

Only write about those strangers.

The will of a stranger is none of his business.

"Who should I write about?"

He muttered that the strangers he knew by name were the ones he had seen on television.

Since it's in the United States, let's try to write about the president's bad luck day.

……

As the White House is being rebuilt.

Nate is now working on Air Force One every day to deal with the affairs of this vast empire.

It's dinner time.

He sat in the dining room, cutting the boiled steak with a knife, like puree, and then cut it off with a light cut, and put it in his mouth, so that he could swallow it smoothly without chewing too hard.

He was the only one sitting here in the restaurant for dinner.

Due to the recent increase in the risk of the other world, Nate did not dare to let the family get together, fearing that he would encounter monsters from the other world, and the whole family would be killed.

Having dinner alone occasionally makes him feel lonely, but most of the time, he enjoys the loneliness that comes with this supreme power.

He knows very well that in the eyes of most people, he is already the age of stepping into the coffin with one foot.

But in his aging body, there is a heart that does not admit defeat.

He was always able to do things that others thought were impossible.

In high school, even his closest friends didn't believe he could become president in the future.

But the reality is that he has killed all the way from the bottom to his current position.

He wants to win next year's election.

Dior, he wants to win too.

Nate looked at the uneaten steak on his plate and had a youthful urge in his heart that even he couldn't explain, but he wanted to have a press conference.

"Tell Karin to come and see me."

"Yes."

The Secret Service employees who were serving next to them quickly retreated.

Soon, Karin, the White House press secretary and assistant to the president, came to the dining room and said with a respectful expression: "Mr. President, you called me over, is there anything wrong?" ”

Nate put down his knife and fork, picked up a napkin, wiped his mouth, and said, "I want to have a press conference, you can arrange it for me." ”

Karin's face flashed with confusion, she glanced at the old man, and said respectfully, "I don't know what you want to say?" ”

"Do I want to report back to you about what I want to do?"

Nate's voice was very soft, Karin was shocked, and hurriedly said, "Of course not, I'll arrange relevant things immediately." ”

It wasn't in line with the rules of the White House, but Karin thought that if the president wanted to do it, he would do it.

Nate rubbed his temples, he was going to hold a press conference, what should he say?

By the way, just say something that will boost your votes and policies.

What words can pull up?

His brow furrowed slightly, and he felt that something was not quite right, and he couldn't figure out where it was coming from.

Thinking about it, his brain suddenly went into standby.

He stood alone in the blank world, staring at the blank, all his thoughts and ambitions completely absorbed by that blank space.

"Mr. President, Mr. President."

Two successive urgings pulled Nate back from the blank world, or rather, the blank world was gradually filled with colors and silhouettes, allowing him to see the Air Force One dining room again.

Warm lights illuminate the environment, and the steak on the plate is already a little cool.

Nate looked at Karin, who was standing in front of him, carefully calling out to himself, and he tried his best to maintain his majesty, and said in an unhurried tone, "Everyone is here, right?" ”

"Yes, reporters from the world's major media have gathered in the press conference hall of Air Force One."

Karin had a respectful expression on her face, all the mockery and disdain hidden by the dark cheeks.

When this old man was sober, he was a well-deserved president, and no one dared to underestimate him.

The inside nods, got up and walked outside.

(End of chapter)