The Ultimate Blue Seal

Su Qing is a little unsure of the benefits of doing this. After more than three years, will Su Chengde move? Even if he doesn't move, will he be at home? Will you go out to socialize? Will there be another business trip?

Over the years, Su Qing has developed a habit. No matter where he goes, he must try his best to get a copy of the city B evening paper. That evening paper is actually a scam. The advertisements take up most of the space, except for the front page headlines. In addition to the unreliable celebrity gossip of the news and entertainment editions, and the more unreliable securities reviews of the financial edition, the major national policies that the people already know are basically lost and found notices and obituaries. .

Su Qing’s only affection for it is that it sometimes publishes some interview reports and gossips of local entrepreneurs. Su Chengde occasionally shows up to satisfy his old-fashioned "TV" and "paper" Vanity-even though the newspaper he published is said to be only booked by major institutions in City B, it was mostly used for teacups.

Seeing something about Su Chengde, Su Qing would cut it out and leave it behind. Sometimes he thought, "The old things are all sixty, so what life can they make? All day long, what is going on? But when I asked, Su Qing became sad again—Su Chengde was alone, living in such a big house with a nanny, and he didn't spend his life doing his career every day, so what should he do?

Su Qing felt that he had climbed a thousand walls, and eventually fell—he flicked others every day, and finally let others fool one day. General Xiong asked him three sentences that day, but he couldn't answer a single one. General Xiong promised him: "If you come to the zero team, I will give you an identity, an identity that will let you go home."

However, he now has his identity, and he can say "I work for the government" as if Hu Bugui did. The name on his ID finally changed back to his original name, but he still didn't dare to go home. He didn't know if there would also be a sniper who appeared out of nowhere, or a man carrying a "big silkworm chrysalis" standing by and waiting for the rabbit.

He only dared to pretend to be an old beggar, with a black and white beard, a black face, wearing a very "sharp" suit, and dragging a disguised broken leg, holding a The small enamel basin leaned against a junction that Su Chengde must pass through every day after get off work.

There are frequent traffic jams at this intersection, and Su Chengde sometimes asks the driver to drive away and walk home by himself.

Throughout the afternoon, he leaned on the wall idly, passers-by threw him change into the bowl, and he did not respond without thanking him. He just squinted his eyes to look at the faint sky, and only collected a dozen yuan in an afternoon.

The sky gradually darkened, people from get off work began to pass by one after another, and the flow of people and vehicles became congested. Only then did Su Qing slowly recover. At the noisy and lively intersection, he looked out from the crowd of people and traffic for a long time. Staring in one direction.

Suddenly, a flash of light flashed in his narrow eyes, the old beggar Su Qing's squat stiffened imperceptibly, and his hands shook slightly—he saw it. A familiar car.

Following the traffic jam during the rush hour, it is slowly moving here, 500 meters, 400 meters...

Then I saw the figure that had not been seen for a few years, but was still familiar, got out of the car as usual at the intersection, and slowly walked over here alone, Su Qing cleared his tight throat that seemed to be blocked. He knocked on his broken enamel bowl, and hummed in a low voice: "A world of humans and ghosts, thousands of gold seem to be generous, and life is like a dream, but the pains are good-"

Everyone came and went in a hurry, and very few people noticed the old beggar with one leg missing in the corner. Su Chengde's footsteps were not fast, because there was nothing wrong with him going back. These days the weather is bad, and he feels a little uncomfortable in his joints, so he avoids the flow of people and walks slowly against the corner, so he accidentally heard a few lyrics mixed in the roar of the whole city.

There is not a word in the tune, but there is such an indescribable sadness.

Su Chengde glanced at him, and suddenly felt desolate in his heart. He laughed at himself and thought: After all, I still have some money, so I don't need to beg along the street.

Thinking about this, he stopped by the old beggar, listening to him forget the words and tuned out and hummed and sang the whole song.

The "old beggar" then moved his slightly sluggish gaze from the corner of the wall, like the thousands of people in this city who make a living by begging, clasping his fists in his hands, and bending down with effort, with the most humble action, His forehead lightly touched the ground, and his mouth was vaguely speaking in a dialect of unknown place.

Su Chengde generally ignores him. He is used to fiercely fighting and snatching. Compassionate heart is almost dead long ago. Moreover, even children know that most of these people who pretend to be disabled and beg along the street are liars—— This time he really got the truth tragically--but for some reason, he felt sour. He didn't think deeply, but thought it might be the old beggar's voice that moved him.

It’s not easy to blame the poor, even if it’s a liar, sitting here all day and all day kowtow, it’s not easy—Su Chengde took out a handful of change from his trouser pocket and threw it in his broken bowl. He walked straight to his home without squinting his eyes.

I didn’t see the old beggar behind him like a devout believer crawling on the pilgrimage road. He dragged two long and short legs, twisted one direction with difficulty, kneeled in his direction, and kept his forehead for a long time. On the icy ground, it was as if he had lost the strength to straighten up again.

In that lifetime, turn the mountains and rivers to the pagoda, not for the future life, but to meet you on the way.

The field staff are on vacation, and Hu Bugui did not dare to let it go. He is closely watching the results of the technical department, which has been all night. Xu Ruchong came out to report with a pair of huge dark circles: "Team Hu, Professor Cheng has a reasonable guess. This thing is indeed a bit similar to an external energy crystal."

"Here is a probe that can be drilled into the human body-one of the basic principles of the operation of energy crystals is the law of emotional attraction, do you know this?" Seeing Hu Bugui nodded, Xu Ruchong rubbed his temples, "This function also Almost, the difference is that it absorbs the wearer’s own emotions, and absorbs very little, and then changes the frequency of this very small part of the emotions. This part of the high-frequency emotion wave appears in the form of energy, but due to absorption There are very few emotions, so very little energy is transformed. You are right, this thing should still be in the experimental stage."

"You mean the human experiment they are doing is trying to make an artificial energy crystal?"

Xu Ruchong lowered his voice: "As far as I know of the dual-core in the world, Su Qing is the only one. Now everyone can't figure out how he survived. It seems that'over there' has also tried a lot of research over the years. However, another Su Qing was not able to be replicated. At this time, if the human body cannot bear the claim of the second energy crystal, it is easy to think of an artificial transplant."

Hu Bugui was silent for a while: "How far has this thing reached?"

Xu Ruchong shook his head: "It's hard to say that the complexity of the energy crystal is far beyond people's imagination. It may be another brain, or it may take a long time to just copy part of its function, and even we have not been able to complete it until now. Find out the working mechanism of the energy crystal, and what it can do, why so many blue prints are so bad in all aspects of the body."

Xu Ruchong took off his huge eyes and rubbed them vigorously: "This project is really huge, and the possibility of animal experiments can basically be ruled out. Either do theoretical derivation, or... Honestly, Hu team I heard a while ago that there is also a research institute on our side, and I reported to it that I wanted to recruit volunteers to study this thing systematically, but it was dismissed by General Xiong."

Hu Bugui said coldly: "Nonsense, it's me and I also dismissed it, using people to experiment, but they can't figure it out."

Xu Ruchong sighed and suppressed his voice even lower, almost as if whispering to Hu Bugui: "It's not like that, Team Hu, this thing General Xiong has been detained for a while, and theoretical research will never be comparable. The theoretical connection and experimentation have come more profoundly. General Xiong is now in power. He alone has the final say on what he should say and what should not be said. But if one day, the complete dual-core becomes a technology that can be mastered. How to do?"

Hu Bugui raised his eyes and looked at Xu Ruchong deeply, only to see the depressive anxiety on the face of this usually lack of heart and lungs: "This new race will definitely have a greater advantage than ordinary people. Mastering the power and resources in this world, what will happen to our country and what will happen to other countries? Hu team, I don’t understand detection and field missions, but I still know a little bit... I told you earlier No matter whether it is scientific research or armed forces, it is something that burns money. You believe that there is no one behind utopia..."

He made a gesture, then shook his head very slowly and very slowly: "I don't believe it."

Hu Bugui raised his hand and stopped his voice.

"Do your own thing," after a long silence, Hu Bugui said in a low voice, "Whether it is interest or power, I only know one thing. No matter what, people are people-don't worry."

He stretched out his thumb and tapped twice on his shoulder: "Go, don't say these to the third person."

On this day, Su Qing didn't return to the headquarters until it was late at night. Others didn't know when and how he left, or how he came back suddenly. When he came back, he said he was a little embarrassed, and he happened to meet him downstairs. Xue Xiaolu, who walked over with a dozen of finished materials, nodded, smiled, and walked past her to the elevator.

For some reason, Xue Xiaolu felt that Su Qing's smile was somewhat reluctant.

It was the weekend, and there were fewer people in the headquarters than usual. It was a break time and the restaurant would provide drinks. Su Qing carried a large box and carried it on, and said to Tu Tutu, who was sitting on the sofa watching TV, "Little devil, Go to Grandpa Cheng for the night today."

Tu Tutu turned his head faintly, still holding a slice of potato chips in his mouth, chewing on his cheeks, and simultaneously saying with the heroine in the TV series: "You sad bastard..."

Su Qing said coldly: "Watch the soap opera again, I will break your leg."

Tu Tutu said nothing, picked up the potato chips, ran back to his room and picked up the storybook, picture album and jigsaw toys, and ran away: "You are busy, you are busy."

Su Qing cleared the scene, took out a box of wine and lined it up on the table-white beer had everything. He knocked on the lid of a bottle of beer with the corner of the table, took a big gulp, stared at the tabletop not knowing what he was thinking, then suddenly stood up again, and walked out of the room with the bottle to knock on the door next door.

He raised the bottle in his hand to Hu Bugui: "Come out, I invite you to drink."

Hu Bugui: "..."

Everyone on the earth knows that everything at the headquarters is provided for free. Even if the Hu team is knowledgeable, they have never seen such an insincere treat.

Su Qing smiled, turned around and walked to his room while beckoning to him: "If you can get me drunk, you will get a bed service."

Hu Bugui continued: "..."

He stood there dumbfounded. For a moment, Su Qingcai suddenly stepped back and asked, "Isn't this a violation of discipline?"

Hu did not return, shook his head subconsciously, halfway through the reaction, he didn't know what to say, he could only keep the motion of shaking his head stuck there, but Su Qing swayed in by himself.

The author has something to say: The lyrics are "The Goer" by Liu Huan

The phrase "turning mountains and rivers to stupas" is said to be from Cangyang Gyatso