Ling Ping'an lay on the chair and patted his full stomach. He swiped his phone in satisfaction and bragged about everything in the group with a group of friends.
"Do you know?" In the group chat on Penguin, someone typed mysteriously, "Today, in the Felan Kingdom on the Land of Qin, ghost soldiers appeared in broad daylight..."
"I was flirting with girls at the Arc de Triomphe. Just as I was flirting, I saw the ghosts of an old guard from 200 years ago. They were carrying a military flag and singing military songs as they walked through the streets and the city!"
"Now the Felans are crazy!"
Ling Ping'an looked at it and couldn't help but laugh. He typed and asked, "Do you have any photos?"
"Yes... countless people took photos at that time, and I also took them!" That person said, "But there was nothing on the developed negatives..."
"How f * cking strange!"
Ling Ping'an shook his head and thought to himself, "This move again!"
"Unfortunately, I'm no longer eight years old..."
"What Bermuda Triangle, the water monster of Lake Ness, the aliens of Beizhou..."
"I can't lie to you anymore!"
Just as he was about to turn off Penguin, he noticed that an avatar in the communication bar started to move.
Ling Ping'an saw it and quickly sat up.
Then, he clicked on the avatar and saw the message sent by the other party.
Green Bean: Ping'an, are you slacking?
Ping'an was his pen name, and Green Bean was his chief editor.
No!
Ling Ping'an denied it and typed a reply: Chief editor, you have to believe me. I never slack off.
Green Bean: Hehe...
Ling Ping'an knew that his trick had been seen through. He could only type: Chief editor, I'm really not slacking off. I'm just looking for material and inspiration!
The other party was too familiar with him. He immediately typed: Write the beginning of the new book as soon as possible!
Okay!
Ling Ping'an agreed.
Then, he put down his phone and muttered to himself, "I really have to think about what to write!"
Writing novels was, after all, a hobby.
His enthusiasm was still very high.
Thus, he turned on his phone, switched to the novel reading software, and began to search for novels with good results from the rankings.
Learning was very important to writing novels.
… …
A small federal business plane slowly landed at Jiang City Airport.
Situ He, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately went forward.
The cabin door opened and a serious-looking man in his forties walked out.
"Your Excellency, welcome!" Wang Andao, the Governor of Guangnan, was the first to step forward and shake hands with the person who had just arrived. "When Your Excellency returns to the capital, please be sure to convey my sincerity and loyalty to His Majesty to the Federation to His Majesty!"
The royal family of the Empire had been ruling for two hundred years.
However, the royal family's reputation and prestige were still incomparably flourishing.
Especially with the passage of time, with the development of the times.
In this world, there would always be some old people who missed the past.
In the Federal Empire, the Gonghe Party was the representative of these people.
Coincidentally, Wang Andao's position leaned towards the Gonghe party.
"Governor Wang, you're being too serious!" Zhang Hui only nodded slightly.
The Imperial Family's attitude towards the commoner's governance had been the same for the past two hundred years — ruling from the top.
After all, be it the central government or the local officials, they were all chosen by the citizens of the Federal Empire with one vote.
They were the representatives of Heaven.
And the heavens were a collection of people.
The emperor was the Son of Heaven.
How could a son casually instruct and command the representative of his parents?
Isn't that unfilial?
Without exchanging much pleasantries with these local officials, Zhang Hui walked towards Situ He.
The two of them held each other's hands tightly.
"Sir..." Situ He let go of his hand and handed over the bag of materials that he had prepared. "These are the relevant materials that I have sorted out..."
"Okay!" Zhang Hui didn't say much. "Let's go to the car and talk in detail!"
Half an hour later, Zhang Hui ended the pleasantries with the local officials and boarded the special car that Situ He had prepared for him.
Sitting in the spacious back seat of the car, Zhang Hui took out the materials from the bag of materials and looked at them carefully.
"Hmm..." he put down the materials in his hand and said to Situ He, "Has the half-life been determined?"
"Yes!" Situ He replied, "Scholar Zeng Jing, after careful calculations, it has been determined that the half-life of the clothes and the psionic substances extracted from the garbage is stable at one hour!"
"Every hour, their energy level will drop by half!"
"Now that six or seven hours have passed... the psionic substances extracted from the garbage have returned to normal..."
"And the protective power of those clothes has dropped to the level of a second-grade magical robe!"
"Hiss!" Hearing this, Zhang Hui took a deep breath.
He understood what this meant.
This meant that the target itself was an unimaginable existence.
Everything around him would be infected by the psionic power that he unconsciously emitted.
"Is there a way to slow down the decline of this half-life?" Zhang Hui asked.
"It's still being tested..." Situ He was full of confidence about this. "I believe that as long as there are enough samples to test, we will be able to find a way!"
"Yes!" Zhang Hui nodded, then he flipped through the relevant files.
"The target's parents died in Kunlun State 14 years ago..."
"His mother's sister became his guardian... until he graduated from university..."
"Have you checked the target's past behavior?" Zhang Hui asked.
"In the name of social research and investigation, I have investigated the target's university, high school, junior high school, and elementary school teachers and classmates..."
"What's interesting is..."
"Most of the interviewees said that they didn't quite remember or answered that 'there seems to be such a person, but it's been too long and I can't remember it clearly'. Only one or two people could say the target's name after being reminded..."
"Huh?" Zhang Hui didn't quite understand. "Is there a problem?"
"Of course, there's no problem if one or two people say that..." Situ He said, "But if most people say that, then there must be a problem!"
Zhang Hui nodded and then said to Situ He, "Will the fog you mentioned appear tonight?"
"I'm not sure!" Situ He couldn't be sure.
"Then tonight, I'll give it a try!"
"General Situ, do you want to come with me?"
Situ He shook his head when he heard this. "I think it's better not to alarm him so easily..."
"Because the target is too mysterious!"
He thought of everything he had seen last night, and he still had lingering fear.
"It doesn't matter!" Zhang Hui said very casually, "We will have to come into contact with him sooner or later!"
"To determine his attitude and likes and dislikes..."
Situ He had no choice but to nod. "Then I will obey!"
However, for some reason, his heart was a little scared.
"Don't be afraid!" Zhang Hui patted Situ He's shoulder. "Since all of the target's activities and trajectory show that he has no ill intentions towards the Federation and the surroundings..."
"There's no need to worry too much!"
"Right!" Zhang Hui took out an invitation from his pocket and handed it to Situ He. "My daughter is getting married on the third day of next month. If General Situ is free, please come!"
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