Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

151 Ode to Joy

When Fu Jiang and Jung were talking, I kept observing his expression. His expression, eyes, movements and appearance give a very clear impression, but if he wants to analyze in depth what kind of person he is, he will be hindered, because probably because of his professional habits, he hides his personality very much it is good.

However, I know at least one thing. This manpower guarantees himself to maintain an objective and fair attitude at all times. He is cautious and has a strong defense. This defense is at a psychological level. He tries to prevent others from analyzing himself.

This is in line with the characteristics of experts in research and applied psychology.

As Fu Jiang always looks cheerful and unrestrained.

Although they are all deputy captains, strictly speaking, I am a half-bigger than Fujiang, but the leader of the conversation is Fujiang. It's not that I'm arrogant, it's just my personality and specialty, otherwise I won't be happy to take a deputy position in the student union. Because I have never spoken at Ranwen.com, when Jung spoke, he glanced at me with penetrating light from the corners of his eyes.

"Please come to the meeting room, I intend to let everyone introduce themselves." Jung said his intentions.

"Everyone is here?" Fu Jiang asked.

"Yes, they are all on time." His tone was finally a bit satisfying. The chief has already received her approval. In this case, I believe Fu Jiang's view. She has the psychological ability to look at people very accurately.

So he turned around and led the way, and I closed the office door at the end. Fu Jiang deliberately slowed down, a few steps behind Jung. I took a few steps to keep up with her and asked her how she felt about the person with her eyes. She only said a word.

"It's a reliable chief."

"I believe your judgment." I said.

The meeting room is at the end of the corridor on the second floor. The thick wooden door is inlaid with glass windows. It is covered in a false atmosphere. The atmosphere inside is lively and can even be called noisy. They were not discussing work. This was the first day of the report. Everyone was energetic, discussing interesting topics nowadays, and bursting into laughter from time to time.

It seems that they are already familiar with each other, leaving me and Fujiang. Fu Jiang and I arrived at the office early to lock ourselves in. The team members did not know when they arrived.

Jung didn't show any emotion for this atmosphere of freedom, he just paused a little outside the door, then pushed the door open, and the sound inside sagged for a moment, then quickly subsided. When Fu Jiang and I followed him in, the meeting room was quiet, and everyone's eyes fell on the three of us.

Jung took me and Fu Jiang directly to the podium without any greetings from Ranwen.com, and said straight away: "Everyone knows, this is Crow, this is BT, and will serve as the deputy captain."

When we mentioned our name, Fu Jiang and I nodded to the person opposite. Everyone politely gave welcome applause.

I looked around them. There were eight people in total. That is all the personnel directly responsible for combat, internal affairs and support at this base. Two of the girls are acquaintances, it is Miyake and Bajing, because I knew they would come here in advance, so I was not surprised to see them at this time. There is also no long-lost emotion in Ranwen Fiction Net, because Fu Jiang and I have been in contact with them before leaving for this town.

Misaki's physique improved greatly after she stripped of the demon, and she showed ordinary memory skills. For the safety of her family, she also joined the Security Bureau.

The Eight Scenes are new prophets.

They are all people in the support department. Under normal circumstances, there is no need to go to the front line, which also makes me feel at ease.

When my eyes fell on them, the two smiled, and Miye nodded a metal box on his feet with his hands. Ah, she really brought it. I was happy in my heart, but at this time it was not time for narrative, so I nodded and then observed the other six members.

By gender, it is two women and four men.

Both female team members have good looks. Although the clothes are concise and kept in a state where they can move at any time, they are carefully dressed in details and look pleasing to the eye. One is an authentic white woman with a gentle appearance. The other has a wheat-colored skin, which looks a bit black, but a bit like a South American.

"My name is Dada and I am responsible for support. I am the team's doctor and good at communicating with strangers." The white woman introduced herself.

The woman with wheat skin then said:

"I am Pan and used to work in the Customs Drug Enforcement Department."

"That, take the liberty to ask, are you a South American or black?" I asked hesitantly.

"Sir, do you have racial discrimination?" She stared straight at me.

"No, it's just curiosity." I said, "As far as you can see, I'm a yellow man."

At this moment, the only one of the four male members wore glasses, and a young man in his thirties was suddenly plugged. He wore a woolen short-sleeved sweater over a thick cloth shirt. His clothes were neatly dressed, but the style and color were slightly old. He looked like those theoretical scholars who lived with their parents all their lives and couldn't move. Every day ... they traveled back and forth to homes, laboratories, and classrooms, and never lingered outside.

"Judging from the English words, sounds and sentences of the Chief Executive, you are from the Central Duchy. This country has been quite exclusive for a while after the war. It has been seriously impacted. Although it has been the country with the fastest exhibition in the world after its integration with the world, and its position in international affairs is increasing day by day, this high material exhibition also leads to the distortion and shrinkage of the people ’s spirit in another aspect There are data showing that the citizens of this country have a very serious tendency to extremes in consciousness, but they are the mildest in behavior. "

This big call was chattered out from the glasses man's mouth, and there was no room for insertion. This seems to be showing off to others, but he doesn't actually mean it. His voice was very compact, like being chased and spurred by something, trying to pour out everything he thought before being caught up. But in terms of tone and vocabulary, he did not have the talent to speak in the novel.

This kind of long-form theory-like explanation makes everyone look at each other, and even makes several women's faces look like they can't laugh. However, they seem to have understood that the other party is such a person as early as in the previous greeting. So when he had to stop a little and catch his breath, he interrupted him.

"Hey, stop, Bach, what do you want to say?" The black man sitting next to the glasses man spoke.

The spectacled man finally realized that he had behaved improperly just now, and he showed an embarrassed smile to Qi Qi's eyes. He knew that he had some neurotic problems, but he couldn't fix it.

"Uh ..." He frowned and tried to find a common language to summarize his meaning, which made people uncomfortable. "I mean, there is no racial discrimination in the theory of the sergeant." After he finished, he piled up An embarrassed smile looked around the crowd.

"That's it." I said to wheat-colored Pan.

"My father is Spanish, and my mother is black American." Pan smiled and shook his head.

"Thank you for satisfying my curiosity." I said to everyone: "This is the first time I went abroad. Just over a month ago, I was just a student in an ordinary high school. I know I have many shortcomings, and Please give me your advice. "

This time when the applause sounded, it was much more enthusiastic than before.

In the ensuing introduction, I learned the identity of the other four men

The European youth wearing glasses is called Bach, and his code name comes from his favorite symphony master. He is indeed a scholar. He is a professor at a university in Einland County. He is twenty-seven years old this year. He has just obtained a Ph.D. in Sociology. He had a Ph.D. in Computer Science and Philosophy before. . He was called into the team for the first time and served as an electronic information supporter.

The bald black man sitting next to Bach is called Locke. He is in his thirties and has a cheerful personality. He likes rap and rock and roll. He always wears a pair of headphones around his neck. His figure is quite burly, with a size of 190 cm. It looks like a basketball player. In fact, he plays professional baseball. He is a field worker with a strong offensive power.

The dumb German, who claims to be a shepherd dog, is about 40 years old and likes to sit in the corner. If someone tries to turn behind him, he will move the chair a little to make sure everyone is in his sight. Although he seldom speaks, his expression is kind, not a kind of stranger, but his eyes sometimes give a dangerous feeling. He didn't talk much about his experience, but Fu Jiang guessed that he was a killer or an agent.

"I'm a little confident in reconnaissance." He said modestly.

The last one is a Japanese fat man, twenty-seven years old like Bach, in line with his codename "Magician". He himself is a street magician who performs around the world. Although the nationality is Japanese, since the age of three, he has traveled around the world in accordance with family traditions, and has been immersed in family magic, staying in Japan for less than a week each year. He is also a field worker.

"It seems that your family is more gypsy than the gypsy," Pan teased.

"Thanks for the praise, Pan of the beautiful Taobao women's Tmall Taobao Mall Taobao women's winter coat m, please allow me to dedicate this rose to you." The fat magician took off the top hat and put it on the chest, slightly before the body Pan Yili tended.

After talking, he just stared at Pan with a smile on his face, and there was no more action in Ranwen.com. After a while, Pan finally felt strange.

"Rose?" She looked around. "Where?"

The magician snapped his fingers, and a crimson rose bloomed in Pan's temples. Pan saw everyone's amazing eyes and quickly reached out and touched the temple to remove the rose.

This rose flower turned out to be made of cellophane, and she laughed in surprise.

"How did you do it?"

I am equally curious. I can see suspicious expressions on almost everyone's faces. It seems that there is really no way for the literary novelist to notice the magician's tricks.

"The joy of magic comes from a secret. Please allow me to keep this secret, smart Pan." The magician is still the gentle smile, he doesn't seem to have any more expressions in the novel.

In this way, the team members gathered in the conference room introduced themselves, and everyone's eyes fell on Fu Jiang and Jung. I have explained to them that they are a student, so they are naturally more interested in the two beside me. In this way, when Jung met them, they didn't say much about their own affairs.

Is this out of courtesy to the two deputy captains of me and Fu Jiang, or out of the desire to hide their personal information?

"I heard Ms. BT ..."

"Just call me BT." Fu Jiang interrupted Locke.

"Okay, BT, I heard that you and Crow are a pair. Is it true?" Lock asked.

"Yes, we plan to get married next year." As Fu Jiang spoke, his eyes stopped secretly for Misaki and Bajing.

Sakuya shoved her glasses and looked shy, but she didn't stray from her eyes, and she always had a shallow smile on her face. Eight scenes made silky, smooth and straight black long ponytails, and were indifferent to Fu Jiang's gaze, looking at other members on their own. She used to be the leader of the "whisperer" of the secret society in the school, so she always exudes a momentum. Apart from Jung, she is more like a leader.

However, she is a prophet, and her duties are equivalent to consultants. Although she does not have too much authority, she is only under the rank of the highest chief in terms of position.

How Bajing feels to me, I do n’t know, but it ’s probably a friend. We had cooperated before joining the online ball. Although in retrospect, as a prophetic awakening, she will encounter those dangerous things that are inevitable, but I always feel guilty. Bait, at least ordinary members of "whisperers" will not die.

Those people are ordinary students, not even bad students in the true sense.

Misaki likes me, I know very well. In the days when Fu Jiang did n’t come to me when he lost the memory of the illusion of doomsday, the two of us lived together and fought against the doomsday truth hidden in the dark. day. And the reason why I ran around, joined the network ball, and participated in the extremely sinister first advent loop destruction plan was to liberate her from the devil's claw.

Now, my wish has been fulfilled. I don't want her to be involved in this kind of incident again, but she came after all. When she and Fu Jiang get along alone, I am always thrilled with a dangerous hunch. The source of this hunch is not like an emotional conflict, but a death instinct derived from the instinct of life.

Although the appearance did not look different, there seemed to be a suffocating black color around them. So I always try to avoid letting them get along alone.

Not only Bajing, Misaki and Fujiang, I can feel that everyone here has a strong self-personality. Need to grind them into a team, relying on the wrist is not enough. I have self-knowledge and I don't have that kind of talent.

Jung has a wealth of organizational and leadership experience. What style of team will he build into this team?

The members below coaxed me out of contemplation, and then I realized that I was hugged by Fu Jiang, and she lowered her head and kissed me deeply in public.

"So close."

"Don't forget to give us wedding invitations when you get married."

Locke whistled his fingers in his mouth. Jung also didn't stop the noisy scene of Ranwen Fiction Net, but just stood on one side, still as stiff as before, and could not see any emotion at all.

"BT seems to be a man in the army? Also, what does BT mean?" The glasses genius Bach asked. He was infected by this eager atmosphere and his face became more ruddy.

"No, I was a mental patient before." Fu Jiang's answer suddenly let the atmosphere stagnate and calm down again.

Someone is whispering.

"Fine, mentally ill? A sequelae of war?" Bach asked stupefiedly, and he seemed unwilling to admit his misjudgment, tweeting: "In theory, people can never completely hide their secrets. Because even if they don't speak, , Your information will still be exposed from the details of habitual movements, eyes, clothing, and appearance. Even if you have done covert training, the inertia generated by covert training will be amplified during observation, and it will also become a loophole. . I, I still think you are a soldier, your standing posture, the direction of the toe, and the twitching of your fingers, eyes and those scars can all prove this. "

"It's a pity that you are wrong." Although Fu Jiang smiled, he said with imprudent tone, "I am not a soldier, just a person with schizophrenia, and ... a psychologist."

"Wow, psychologist?" Dada, the white-skinned beauty, sighed. "This may contradict mental illness."

"It's the so-called prolonged illness to become a good doctor." Jung interjected for the first time.

His voice was quiet and calm, but there was a power lurking in it that stopped the noise in the meeting room in an instant.

"My name is Jung ~ www.readwn.com ~ the new person in charge of this new part. I will not mention the past experience for now, you will know it later. This job is one for me and all of you. New. We will face all kinds of tribulations, doubts, fears and even life threats. There are no exceptions for netizens who write novels. I hope you will be prepared. "He said lightly, his eyes glanced over everyone's face. , Everyone listened to him with a serious face.

"It's almost time, I announced that the Raccoon Town branch was formally established at this moment, the team code-named 'Ode to Joy'." Jung paused, looked at his watch, and then said: "Take a 10-minute break, and then start the first copy jobs."

Having said that, he glanced at Fu Jiang and me. We shook our heads and said that there was no other words to be written by Ranwen Fiction Net. He announced the dissolution and hurried out of the meeting room. I think he returned to his office to get information.

In fact, the formal work flow is this: First, the Prophet Bajing and Secretary Miyake collate the collected information, and summarize specific tasks, and submit them to Jung for review. After Jung selected the task, he convened a meeting, and Misaki gave a brief summary of the task, supplemented by the eight scenes. Afterwards, Jung summed up and allocated manpower.

However, now is the first day of work, Bajing and Saki Ye are newbies, so Jung probably got the first task out of his own.