From headquarters to Chiyuan Grand Canyon, the flight time is about two and a half hours. As a contemporary poor man, Xuan Ji has been in first class once in his life - it was because the air tickets were oversold and the airline compensated for free upgrades - at this time, he was on a department special plane, and he occupied a large sofa that could lie flat. When he closed his eyes and leaned over, he heard the engine "rumble", and he felt that he had achieved the "100 million small goal".

It was the first time he enjoyed the business trip on a special plane. Xuan Ji didn't want to show that he had never seen the world, so he secretly observed his colleagues' posture on a special plane.

I saw that Sister Bi Chunsheng had prepared the props to pass the time. She took out a roll of seaweed-green wool from her bag, opened the array, and then started knitting up and down. Several sweater needles were dancing incredible. The mortals could not catch the trajectory of the needle even with their naked eyes. The sweater was basically in shape, just two sleeves.

After waiting for the "barcode" on his head, the elder brother couldn't wait to run to the small mirror next to the bathroom, took out a can of hair care gel, and began to maintain his hairstyle in an exquisite manner, making the cabin fragrant.

The girl Ping Qianru was relatively calm. She hugged in a corner and took snacks from her pocket without saying a word. Xuan Ji suspected that there might be a "Qiankun bag" in her pocket, which could carry half a Walmart with her, and she took out one bag after another. The trash can was spit out by the packaging bag, and she didn't want to stop.

Seeing that the other two were busy, Xuan Ji took the lead in talking to Bi Chunsheng. He knew that a young man who suddenly came from was born and became a leader, the veterans would not have no idea at all, so they put their posture down: "I haven't seen someone knitted a sweater by hand for a long time. Are you so good at hand? Is this knitting for your children?"

"For our old man," Bi Chun is quite friendly in his attitude, but he can't tell what he has to do with him. "The young people now buy it outside by themselves, and look down on my mother's beating, and they think it's rustic!"

With his old words of being a salesman who deceived customers, Xuan Ji followed the conversation and asked in a few words that Sister Bi's family relationship——three generations of people living together, and supported her mother with her husband. She had a son who had just graduated from college and had not left home yet. He quietly praised Sister Bi's "simple aesthetics", and deliberately downplayed his position, talking about how he was thousands of miles away from home and working alone in a big city, reporting good news to his parents every day but not bad news.

He chatted with Bi Chunsheng so much that his mother's love was flooded, and his eyes changed: "No, it's not easy for young people to be out of town! Alas, you are still from the south, where is your hometown? It's too difficult for Yong'an to endure winter? It just so happened that I bought too many times this time. After I finished making a sweater, it would be enough to knit a hat for you - what style do you like?"

"No, no...no, no, no, how can you be so embarrassed?" Xuan Ji looked at the roll of "environmental" wool in fear, and found that he had been too miserable, so he quickly recycled it, "I'm not afraid of the cold. My hometown is not far from where we were on a business trip today. There is no heating in the ghost place in winter, so it's all about shaking the cold."

Bi Chunsheng's gaze popped out from the upper edge of the reading glasses and looked at him: "Chi Yuan?"

"It's not Chiyuan City, but the county town next to it is dozens of kilometers away." Xuan Ji answered casually as if he didn't care much. Then he changed his voice and asked again: "Is it so urgent for our department to go on a business trip?"

"That's not, today is an accident. Under normal circumstances, the fieldmen are very careful to avoid ordinary people. After all, if ordinary people are involved, they are the most afraid of, "Fifteen-person red line" - do you know what the field's "Fifteen-person red line" means?"

Xuan Ji had dealt with the field office of the Extraordinary Control Bureau before and was familiar with Xiao Zheng, but he knew this rule.

Ordinary people are very fragile in superpower incidents. In order to prevent the fieldmen from taking action and ignoring public safety, the Bureau of Extraordinary Control has made strict regulations that are all-size-fits-all regulations: after excluding major and bad malfeasance such as subjective intention and operational violations, whether it is wronged or not, as long as the fieldmen perform their tasks, they cause ordinary people to die - passers-by drive by, and see the fieldmen beat monsters from a distance, and they are so scared that they hit a telephone pole and have a car accident - one person will be deducted, and one point will be deducted from the person in charge of the operation.

Each field office has fifteen points. Once all fifteen points are deducted, the work permit will be revoked and severely punished. The suspension review is the least. If a suspected dereliction of duty is found, you may be held criminally responsible. Even if you are not sentenced, you will have no future in the future.

This is the so-called "fifteen-person red line", so when the fieldwork is on mission, the first thing is to do everything possible to "clear the scene".

Bi Chunsheng continued: "They did a thorough cleaning work, and we had much less work involved in ordinary people. The most common thing our department did is actually apologizing - when the fieldwork was on duty, they smashed a bridge and bombed a section of the road. After the blowing, they slapped their butts and left. We had to run around, pretend to be grandchildren, discuss compensation and repair plans, etc.."

After hearing this, Xuan Ji understood a little. He changed from a sales position to a customer service position.

"It's okay, it's troublesome when you add money. The economic problems are endless," Bi Chunsheng said, approaching Xuan Ji and lowering his voice. "The previous leader of our department, Director Gong, went home before he reached retirement age. He said he was 'retired', but in fact he was 'have something'. The bureau is now investigating him."

Xuan Ji: "..."

I never expected that this trivial position like an old maid in the deep palace actually had a risk of corruption!

"In addition to business trips, we also have to pay attention to public opinion," Bi Chunsheng knitted a circle, pulled out a piece of yarn, skillfully wrapped it around his little finger, and said to Xuan Ji with all his heart, "We are paying attention to several strange forums and public accounts with high traffic. Once we find a hot topic, we must find out whether someone made up it or whether there is a problem. If you find a suspected abnormal event, you must transfer the problem to the security department as soon as possible - this matter is under the jurisdiction of Lao Luo. Several of his children are working in shifts and screening information for 24 hours."

"It's me, leader, I'm Lao Luo, my name is Luo Cuicui." The fragrant "barcode" brother came over and said, and when he opened his mouth, the fragrance of flowers and plants was mixed with a little mint.

Xuan Ji sniffed and felt that this was a fresh barcode.

"Barcode" Luo Cuicui said: "Don't think that this matter is not big, but you have to be cautious - if it's okay, you can tell me something about it and let the field go for nothing. Don't you scold us when you come back? Those are all ancestors, and we can't afford to offend us."

Xuan Ji asked: "If there is any missed report, isn't the problem more serious?"

"That won't be. How many supernatural incidents are there? What we really need to do is to send out the field are basically cases that are transferred from the public security. The nonsense online is scared by myself. Look——" Luo Cuicui said, handed over his phone and opened a forum for Xuan Ji to show.

The post that was pushed to the top was "Support: I think my son is no longer my son."

"It's all about this style - we just don't seek merit, but we want nothing wrong. When Director Gong was in office, he emphasized to us every day that our department is responsible for the peace of affairs, and we must never find trouble, and we must remember this principle when doing anything." Luo Cuicui said this, she might feel that she was talking too much and was suspected of relying on her seniority in front of the new leader, so she quickly changed her mind and flattered her, "But Director Gong is also a mixed friend. Now...ah, don't mention him. I think you are different. You are a young talent like you, and you are very capable at first glance. You are definitely not an ordinary person. What kind of genealogy are you? "

Xuan Ji smiled on his face, raised his eyelids and looked at Luo Cuicui: "What are you guessing?"

He had a pair of atypical phoenix eyes, and when he smiled, he seemed to be holding a bowl of bad water in his smile. It was often mistakenly thought it was a smile. When he looked over without saying a word or laughing, Luo Cuicui discovered that his eyelids were very thin, his eyeballs were slightly lighter in color, and an indistinct mole was hanging at the end of his slightly upturned eyes. The smile fell down, and an indescribable sense of strangeness emerged.

Luo Cuicui was shocked and shivered for no reason by his eyes. Before he could react, Xuan Ji leaned back and squeezed at him with a little slickness. The demonic aura like a blade disappeared just now, as if it was just an illusion caused by angle. He became a mundane man full of ordinary people: "Brother, do you think I am not ordinary? Is it enough to be an idol?"

Although Luo Cuicui didn't have much hair, she was very clever. She felt that the new boss had a little deep water, so she didn't dare to test it anymore and urinated.

Xuan Ji sent him, connected the wifi on the plane with his mobile phone, browsed the web page to test the network speed, and found out the forum that Lao Luo had just shown him, and clicked on the magical top post.

The poster speaks incoherently and speaks without a donkey. I look like I am possessed by evil spirits.

Xuan Ji looked at it for a long time before he could see what the poster was trying to say from the messy description. The general idea was: The poster had a naughty child who was not in the family. He used to smoke and skip school and go to Internet cafes all day, but recently he suddenly became a new person for unknown reasons. Not only did he start to go to school honestly, but he also got into the middle class for the monthly exam. The surprise was too great, and the mother was unbelievable for a moment, so he thought about something evil about his son.

After looking at the reply below, Yishui was "get out of the child care school in the Internet addiction school". After reading it, the post was gone, and it might have been reported.

He looked through other posts in the forum. Sure enough, as Lao Luo said, there was nothing serious about it. Except for some patients with paranoid diseases and those who wrote novels online, the rest were title parties, and a sensational topic was created. The three major "traffic treasures" could still be talked about - parental issues, relationships between men and women, and celebrity gossip.

Xuan Ji looked around for a while and was a little bored. His eyes were tired and his vision was a little blurred. Lao Luo and Sister Bi were gathering together to discuss the matter of going to Cambodia to speculate in real estate. As a moonlight slave, Xuan Ji couldn't even talk about such a high-end and fashionable topic, so he put on his headphones and blocked the two financial tycoons who were planning to Southeast Asia, closing their eyes to rest.

Maybe the seats of the special plane were too comfortable, or maybe the vibration of the plane helped to sleep. After closing his eyes, he actually fell asleep.

And he had a dream again.

Xuan Ji dreamed that he was in an antique building with wooden beam structure, which might be a place like an inn. The room was not big and you could vaguely hear the noise of the people downstairs.

A man turned his back to him, leaning against the window, looking out the window.

The man stood tall and stood jade, and his black clothes were as bright as crow feathers.

This is not the first time Xuan Ji has done this dream. Since he has remembered it, this back has been visited at midnight from time to time. Xuan Ji didn't know who he was, and had never seen this man's face. In the dream, as soon as he approached the man within one meter, he would immediately wake up, as the other party seemed to be a taboo that could not be touched.

"You're here to experience the special plane too?" Xuan Ji unilaterally treated this Menglike as an old friend because of his dreams, maintaining a safe distance of one meter. He chatted with the back with familiarity, "How about it, I'm a new job, right?"

The back does not answer, just like usual, without speaking or moving, as if it were an exquisite statue. In this dream, except for Xuan Ji himself, everything is a set, whether he is tantrums or rolling in it, it is a one-man show.

"Although it may be a trouble for arranging the surface," Xuan Ji took two steps back, sat on the wooden table next to him, muttering to his "old friend", "The former chief of the aftermath section chief 'retired' for unknown reasons, Xiao Zheng hid, huh... It shouldn't be just an economic problem. Ordinary corruption and bribery will not even be in the internal department, and Lao Xiao will not find me in a circle, right? Also, what's going on in Chiyuan? Why is it so good that there are suddenly trees in chaos? And I don't feel at all..."

When he said this, he suddenly stopped his mouth and opened his eyes wide - a gust of wind suddenly blew from the window, and the breeze swept up the corner of the back of the window, and the sleeves of the man's robe moved. With this movement, the statue-like man seemed to suddenly "live". Xuan Ji suddenly felt a thrill in his heart, as if he had stepped into another dimension, which had never happened in his dream!

Then the man who turned his back to him sighed and turned slowly—

"lead!"

Xuan Ji shivered and bounced off the seat, almost blinding the dog's eyes by the glowing lip balm on Luo Cuicui's mouth.

Luo Cuicui shouted at his ear in the noise of the plane: "Wake up, we are about to land!"

When they landed near Chiyuan, it was already dawn. The Chiyuan Branch was surrounding mutant trees all over the mountains and fields, and was busy and had no time to pay attention to their logistics team. He sent an intern named Li to pick him up.

Several illegal tourists were arranged to be at Chiyuan City First Hospital. The terrain of the hospital is relatively high. They can see the mountains in the Grand Canyon. At this moment, the sky is gloomy and the water mist is blurred. Although the air conditioner is turned on in the car to dehumidify, the clothes are still whispering and sticking to people.

Ping Qianru's hair exploded into a steel wool ball. After getting off the car, she walked and rubbed her thorns all the way. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew over. Qianru's hand that was pulling her hair was paused, and she shook her nose in confusion, and quietly asked Bi Chunsheng next to her: "Sister Bi, have you smelled anything?"

Xuan Ji's ear sound was extremely sharp. He turned around and interrupted after a few steps away: "What's the smell?"

Ping Qianru was shocked, as if he was suddenly named by the teacher during class, and subconsciously stood at attention: "It's the kind of smell of... burning incense... incense candles in the temple."

She paused, glanced at Xuan Ji's expression, and said "buzzing" like a mosquito: "The wind blows over, it seems to be a little fishy."

The wind blew from the direction of the Chiyuan Grand Canyon. Xuan Ji looked back at the girl's gaze. The distant mountains suddenly became dark in his sight, as if they were tattooed with ghostly shadows. Xuan Ji was stunned, his steps were slightly stagnant, and he pinched his eyebrows. When he looked again, the green mountains were still the same, the mist was vast, and there was no abnormality, as if he was just dazzled just now.

Xiao Li, an intern who led the way, asked: "Leader, what's wrong?"

Xuan Ji shook his head, withdrew his gaze, signaled him to lead the way, and thought to wait for the work to be solved. He wanted to go to the Grand Canyon to take a look.

Their goal this time - several trapped tourists were more or less hung up, one by one, and they were all shy and hungry. It is said that when they were out of the hospital, they would have to be taken away by the Public Security Bureau for administrative punishment. The documents and mobile phones of these people were detained, and they were checked by Ping Qianru to prevent them from being photographed inside, which was not suitable for publication.

Bi Chunsheng took the initiative to take charge of the conversation. Xuan Ji was just a little bit old and did not rashly point fingers at her colleague's work. He quietly observed her work flow for a while and found that Bi Chunsheng's conversation with the target was very interesting.

Xuan Ji's previous job was to deal with people. Although he was a little unmotivated, he had done some basic skills such as communication skills. In his opinion, Bi Chunsheng was actually not proficient in "talk". Although she was enthusiastic, she was a little too familiar with her body language. Some of her body language obviously exceeded social distance and seemed to be very rude. If she said something else, it would easily cause the target's vigilance and anxiety. But strangely, the people who were pulled by her were as if they had given medicine to others, and naturally they would start talking to her. After three rounds of conversations, Bi Chunsheng began to interrogate what the target had experienced in the Grand Canyon.

I heard a girl with a broken leg recall: "At that time, there seemed to be a big python chasing us. The snake was very strange, it was earthy, and it looked like it was covered in bark. It scared me to death!"

Bi Chunsheng said with a smile: "The so-called 'snake' you see should be the vines that were originally entangled in the big tree. The earthquake knocked down the big tree, and the vines were thrown around, looking like they could move. It was impossible to be a real snake. Where did the big python come from in the scenic area?"

"No," the girl who was corrected by her was a little confused and tried to argue, but her tone of speech became obviously weak, as if she suddenly became uncertain, "I think it should be either the vine that was thrown out. It ran very fast, it was chasing us, and..."

Bi Chunsheng stared into her eyes and repeated calmly: "No, that's the vine."

Xuan Ji felt that Bi Chunsheng was almost quarrel, and when he met a bad temper, he could choke with her. But the girl's expression became hesitant and his tone became weaker and weaker. They just turned around and turned around for two or three times. The girl seemed to have been brainwashed and completely accepted Bi Chunsheng's statement. When someone asked again, she no longer mentioned "earth-colored python" and "being chased" and so on, as if she had lost her memory.

Xuan Ji asked Luo Cuicui next to him unexpectedly: "Sister Bi is very capable? She is that... How do you divide the genealogy?"

"Yes, she is special in 'power and spiritual', but in 'spiritual'," Luo Cuicui proudly raised her chest, "There are few special in our logistics department here."

Xuan Ji couldn't help but look at him: "Oh, Shi Jing, so do you say so?"

"I can't do it, it's far from it. My special ability is not practical at all," Luo Cuicui said proudly, "I am the 'plant system' of the six major genealogies. It's special that some limbs can become plants, and fingers and toes have plant characteristics."

Xuan Ji continued to ask for advice humbly: "What do plant characteristics mean?"

"Oh, it just keeps growing. If you don't trim it in time, you can break many pairs of shoes in a year!"

Xuan Ji: "..."

Brother Luo should still find a hospital to treat his "speciality".

Xiao Li, the intern who led the way, couldn't help but feel happy. Then he might also feel that he was not polite, so he quickly coughed and changed the subject and said to Xuan Ji: "The sixth rescued person was not injured, so we temporarily arranged it in the family lounge, right in front."

Xuan Ji had just raised his fingers, and somehow he was so coincidental that the light in the corridor flashed and suddenly went out. At the same time, a cold sound occurred between his fingers, and a ring appeared on his right index finger. The ring surface was a stone with a chicken blood-red stone, the size of rice grains, without any variegation.

Xuan Ji's heart was shocked. While no one was paying attention, he hid his right hand in his outer pocket.

This ring is like "Thousand Demons Picture Book", and it was also brought from his fetus. It has always been "grown" on his fingers tightly and cannot be taken off. It is even more fascinating than "Thousand Demons Picture Book". It has neither shown any spirit nor acts as a monster. It is like extra hair and nails, which is not painful or itchy, and it doesn't know what it is for.

Apart from the fact that the style is a bit rustic, Xuan Ji has no objection to it, because this ring can be invisible and cannot be called out, so it can be regarded as non-existent.

The Chiyuan tree group was for no reason. The "stone man" in the dream suddenly turned around, and the invisible ring appeared without his permission...

Xuan Ji felt a little sank, and there were too many strange phenomena that happened this day.

"I'm holding the light bulb." The intern who led the way muttered, walked forward ignorantly, and said as he walked, "This person... is a bit strange, you'll know when you look at it later."

The hospital has been quarantined by the Extraordinary Control Bureau, and there is only one person in the family lounge.

A man, sitting in a plastic chair with his back facing the half-closed door, was staring at the TV on the wall watching advertisements.

His waist and back are straight, but not tight. His sitting posture seems to have been trained in a special posture. Just a back is indescribable pleasing to the eye. The most striking thing is that he has long hair above the waist, which is extremely thick and plump. He uses a hair rope to simply tie the back of his neck, which is as thick as a child's arm.

The moment Xuan Ji saw the man, a flower suddenly appeared in front of him. After the ring, the "Thousand Demons Picture Book" also popped up automatically, as if there was something to say. However, Xuan Ji waited for a long time, but the pages were blank.

"This is the ID he submitted." Xiao Li took out an ID card from a file bag, "I don't have a cell phone, he said he lost his cell phone."

Luo Cuicui's eyes stayed on the man's hair for a moment, touched the "barcode" on his head lovingly, and muttered: "Now even the young man has started wearing wigs. It must be because of air pollution - leader, will I go and talk to him a few words?"

"Wait." Xuan Ji raised his hand and stopped him. The "ID card" turned into a dead leaf in his hand, and then it burned with a "calling" sound.

The sudden jump of flames scared Xiao Li and Luo Cuicui.

At this time, the door of the family lounge that had only opened a crack in the door made a "creak" and turned around the door axis that was sighing. The cold and rotten tide surged out from inside, reminding people of the broken coffin and rotten wood that was holding white bones. The TV on the wall suddenly blacked the screen, reflecting a pair of eyes, through the black screen like a mirror, facing Xuan Ji's alert gaze...
Chapter completed!