Time is silent, like a deer galloping through the moss path, or like a fallen flower falling into the lake. In just a moment, it shines from the sun to the setting sun.

Just as Wen Zhengming thought, the condemnation changed his words that night, from condemnation that did not protect the safety of other people, to suspicion against the people of other countries.

This shows that the group of people arrested by the Ming Dynasty have realized that the Qixin Building is their spies.

After ten spies were killed in a row, this matter was still known to everyone without even thinking about it.

This is intentional for you!

However, what shocked the other side of the ocean even more was that being able to produce such an unknown creature means that the Ming Dynasty was able to control this creature.

When did the Ming Dynasty's biochemical strength reach this point?

Didn’t you say you don’t study biochemistry?

………

Lin Qingsheng shrugged when he saw this news at Qixin Hotel.

But what if you know?

They dare not expose it either.

Yes, I'm targeting it.

Do you have any evidence?

No, I have evidence that they are spies.

This is the exchange between countries.

"Remember to send someone up to feed them some water and food at night."

On the high-rise of the hotel, Lin Qingsheng looked at the gradually late sky and instructed him.

If a person hangs upstairs for three days, he will really die. In order for the spies upstairs to last for three days, Lin Qingsheng needs to ask the Jinyiwei to add enough water and food to the ten spies every night.

Since the strange puppet man said he would be hung for three days, Lin Qingsheng could not let them die on it.

"They probably live is worse than death." Xiang Quan shook his head and said.

Lin Qingsheng shrugged:

"Then you can't blame me. If you want to blame, just blame the puppet. Besides, they deserve it to be a spy in my Ming Dynasty."

There is no room for morality between countries, because the morality of other countries is the greatest immorality to one's own people.

………

The moon is dark and the wind is high, and above a hundred meters above the altitude, the cold wind is bone-bone.

The wind blows, and although it is a slight wind, it seems that the wind gathers all the cold of winter together and spreads it on the face, neck, and hands of everyone it encounters...

Caesar, hanging above a tall building, felt every pore of his body seem to be trembling.

cold!

So cold!

In a daze, Caesar vaguely felt that he was hanging in the air. Soon, someone seemed to be pulling him.

Before he could wake up, he felt something stuffed into his mouth and penetrated his esophagus.

He was so disgusting that he wanted to vomit, but he couldn't.

It seemed that food was poured into his stomach through this thing.

Caesar felt a little excited when he was stimulated. Before he could open his eyes, he stabbed his blood vessels with one needle.

Caesar felt himself sinking little by little, as if he had fallen into an endless abyss.

“Are we a little inhuman?”

Li Weiming skillfully mixed the sedative with glucose solution and injected it into Caesar's vein, and said with a dull look on his face.

"Calm down!"

Han Hanwei shrugged and said, "After a dose of sedative, I don't know anything."

"That's not what I mean."

The dull Li Weiming scratched his head and said, "I just feel a little excited. I have never seen such a complete general teacher when I was studying forensics before."

"Damn, those who study forensics are all perverts!"

Han Hanwei felt that he wasted his feelings and was a little lucky that when the Jinyiwei offered forensic courses, he did not go to class.

"But to be honest, the mission in the past two years has been the most exciting this time."

The Jinyi Guard protects the safety of the country. As a front-line assault force, their lives are quite boring, just to make fun of suffering.

Half an hour later, Caesar, who was unconscious, was skillfully tied up by Li Weiming again, and then hung back to the high-rise building.

There was no one at night, only in Qixin Hotel, the ghost was conscientiously patrolling his territory and walking quietly in the corridor.

Empty and quiet.

On the 80th floor of Qixin Hotel, this ghost only wanders between the first floor and the sixtieth floor, while Lin Qingsheng and others rest on the upper ten floors.

The most diligent person in the entire hotel is actually a ghost. It is really a world of decline and people's hearts are not as good as ever.

………

In the distance, in the study, Wen Zhengming, who was wearing pajamas, left the map on time and on time, stopping surveillance of the characters he made in this world.

In order to better control the situation, Wen Zhengming habitually checks the locations of all characters and items every day.

This benefited him a lot, especially his understanding of the Ming Dynasty.

In fact, Lin Qingsheng’s imagination of the doll is very consistent with Wen Zhengming’s state. This is an old voyeurism.

Of course, Wen Zhengming would not admit it.

Anyway, Lin Qingsheng didn’t know who the man behind the doll was.

The carbon pen in my hand drew a circle in the air, and two names were circled out on the paper.

Under the incandescent light, Wen Zhengming looked at the plan in front of him and turned the pen in his hand.

"Lin Qingsheng has begun to form the extraordinary power of the Ming Dynasty, and the power to suppress the Ming Dynasty should also appear."

As Wen Zhengming's words fell, the projection unfolded from the void and automatically jumped into the character editor.

………

In southern Yunnan, among the 100,000 mountains, a thin old man walked out of the mountains.

He looks like Miaojiang in southern Yunnan, and his body is like a bamboo pole, as if he will be blown away by the wind at any time.

But in his eyes, there seemed to be a flame burning, trying to burn the endless heaven and earth to ashes.

The old man reached out to touch the bamboo basket on his waist, and his decayed big hands rubbed back and forth on the bamboo basket, as if touching his own love.

A low and long voice sounded softly.

"It's time for the world to reopen."

………

Yinshan Mountains, the terrain is undulating, among the weeds.

A lame middle-aged man limped out of the mountain with a skeleton crutch in his right hand.

His face was as pale as paper, but his lips were as red as blood.

Three points are like humans, seven points are like ghosts.

The long wind blows his sleeves and looks lonely and depressed, but it is also indescribable.

Looking at the vast world, he suddenly opened his hand, as if embracing something.

"Finally...resurrected!"

………

At the same time, at the Changfeng Metro Station of Daming Yucheng, a bald young man walked out of the subway station.

He casually crossed the ticket checking location, but the subway staff seemed to have not seen it.

The pedestrians on the subway also looked at him as if nothing had happened.

The young man was wearing a white Zen suit, but he had no signs of scars, and he looked like a monk but not a monk.

He has a slender figure and a gentle and straight figure.

It is born white and clean, but its lips are red like a beautiful lips.

It was like a smudge of charm on the lotus in the turbid world, which made people couldn't help but look at it a few more times.

Walking to the entrance of Changfeng Subway Station, the man raised his head and showed a seductive smile.
Chapter completed!