Chapter 8

"Let's investigate this person later. Your injury hasn't healed yet," the smoker lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth, "I have to do something this afternoon."

"If that person used a fake identity to come after us, now that he's dead, it's hard to trace what he did before. I don't know how deep he went." Chen Li lowered his head, supporting his forehead with his hands, his eyebrows knitted tightly.

"When the enemy comes, the general will stop it. When the water comes, the earth will cover it. If there is something, we will shoulder it together," the smoker patted Chen Li's shoulder, "First find the material pool, and let Lao Jiang check the matter of this employee?"

"I'll check it." Chen Li shook his head.

" "Can you handle it by yourself?"

"It's my problem, I'll solve it as soon as possible," Chen Li took out an electronic cigarette from his pocket and took a puff. He filled the pipe with analgesic particles to make him feel more comfortable. "Lao Jiang is working on the evaluation system. How is it going?"

"The simulator uses the data of several of us, all of which are the data reported in the task feedback, and they are basically Class C," the smoker curled his lips, "nearly dangerous elements, you and Bishamon have the lowest moral rating, C tends to D 33%, what did you do to make the algorithm think you are so immoral."

"That's because you don't do enough dirty work." Chen Li was unceremonious. "When I said I would go to the dungeon with you, you insisted on stealing my job," the smoker tapped the table with his fingers, "tap tap", "I run back and forth at six o'clock every day, and I'm no less idle than you. I have to watch you when I have nothing to do, and I'm worried that you will have the same old problem."

"Okay, I'm too lazy to argue with you." Chen Li turned to the bar and poured a glass of wine, oak barrel rum, which was packed in a large wine box on the bar. Just unscrew the barrel mouthpiece and put it into the cup.

Oak barrel rum is a very old wine with a strong taste and smell.

"Give me a glass too."

"You're not used to it."

"I just don't like it, not that I can't drink it."

"Six dollars and eighty cents a cup, how can I pay it."

"Boss Chen, you really have money in your eyes."

The two drank a glass of wine in the store and rested for a while. During this time, Bishamon contacted in the internal channel to deal with the body. Chen Li asked him to throw it directly into the dungeon.

"I feel the moral level of you and Bishamon." The smoker complained. RC is not an organization with clear hierarchical barriers, and it faces the dilemma of insufficient manpower all year round. Most people are responsible for their own jurisdictions. They do not interfere with each other on weekdays. If they are single, they should work more. If they have a family, they should try to be more stable, or be sent to a beautiful place for retirement.

Song Guang and Chen Li monitor the underground city regularly, and Yan Qiang and Hei Hun stay in the base more often, one is responsible for running errands and the other is responsible for the infirmary.

Hei Hun was originally a frontline, and now he is an amateur military doctor. Fan Ge's current lover is a top student in the medical department of a national university. G specially assigned him to be their family doctor. Fan Ge not only slept with him, but also opened a clinic for him elsewhere, not allowing him to participate in RC affairs. He is always a scumbag.

In addition, there is Lao Jiang who is a full-time worker. He has a three-person team, mainly doing information work.

Speaking of Fan Ge's lover, he is a male beta, tall, handsome and fair-skinned. He speaks like a top student, with rigorous logic and exquisite words. He is said to be a child of a big family, but his gender is not dominant, so he can only work in the soldiers and bandits' nest.

It is no problem to talk about Fan Ge's romantic affairs for three or five days.

"Is this rating based on the number of murders with the highest weight?" Chen Li said while looking at the information sent by Lao Jiang. "I have only had one in the past three months, and you have two."

Smoker shrugged, "I don't know. Speaking of it, why did G want to make this system? To reduce the crime rate? To clean up the population?"

"The official reason given is to prevent crime, especially homicide and sexual crimes. Sexual crimes have increased by eight points in the past two years."

"That's just a matter of moving the decimal point." Smoker joked.

"You deserve to be taught by human rights scholars. I'll give you my share of human rights education classes next year."

"In an era where it's hard to live, why bother talking about human rights? It's good enough to be a decent person."

Chen Li looked at the time. His wound was still painful. He couldn't find any painkillers after searching through boxes and cabinets. He could only smoke electronic cigarettes. This injury didn't affect his work, but it was painful and annoying.

He subconsciously touched his pocket and felt a familiar injection. It should have been put in his pocket accidentally. It was a t thing. He hadn't needed it for many years.

"Do you have painkillers?" A kind of painkiller they often use was classified as a restricted drug two years ago. Two doses are distributed per month. Go to the clinic to get it yourself. Chen Li has never been there once because the owner of the clinic is the current anti-revolutionary.

The anti-revolutionary believed in Buddhism and named the clinic Liuliguang, which was taken from the name of the Medicine King Buddha Liuliguangwang. The decoration was also in antique style. The courtyard was simple and elegant, attracting some believers who wanted to come to worship Buddha and make wishes from time to time. In the end, they had to post a notice saying "This is a private residence, please do not disturb."

The anti-revolutionary had no opinion on this, although he lived here all the time and looked like a monk to outsiders.

"No, I've finished eating." The smoker shook his head.

"Next time you go to the clinic, bring me two doses."

"Why don't you go by yourself," the smoker suddenly remembered that the owner of the clinic and Chen Li were rivals in love, and he couldn't help but smile and was particularly happy, "It's been more than two years, and you haven't seen that person."

"I've seen the photo."

"She looks better than you, and her skin is whiter than yours," the smoker said with a smile, "The boss likes long hair, and his hair is not short either."

Chen Li stood up and poured the wine in the smoker's cup into the sink next to the bar. "Oh, you're in a hurry?" The smoker was even happier, "But you still have a good figure."

"Thank you, you're not blind." Chen Li was not modest about this.

"Speaking of which, you should no longer have "primitive dependence" on the boss now, do you still like him?"

Chen Li shook his head, "I don't like him, I don't have any feelings, but there are some things I can't forget."

"Forget the bad things in time."

"It doesn't matter whether it's good or bad, it's all in the past," Chen Li poured half a glass of wine again and pushed it in front of the smoker, "Remember to bring me medicine next time you go to the clinic."

"No, unless you go with me." The smoker didn't appreciate it at all.

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Liuli Guang. Sanchongyuan.

It's too lonely to live alone in Sanchongyuan, but he just likes loneliness. In theory, he should be a very cold and aloof person, with a dull appearance, not handsome compared to men, not gentle compared to women, delicate and thin, with very white skin, but different from the paleness of white people, his skin color is soft and white.

Unlike his dull face, his back is tattooed with colorful tattoos, which are Buddha images. Different from the orthodox Buddha, his tattoo is the Twelve-Faced Buddha, with twelve faces, solemn and bizarre.

In addition to his milky white skin, the large tattoo also covers a large area of ​​dark spots. This kind of black spot is either a birthmark or a genetic disease. On his body, it is like a glaring black spot on a white wall.

The man with the Twelve-Faced Buddha tattoo slowly put on a robe and went to the bathroom to take a shower. The other man in the room cleaned the sheets, wiped the water stains on the floor, turned on the indoor ventilation system, and finally stood by the window to read the information.

After a while, the man with the Twelve-Faced Buddha tattoo came back. He regained his cold expression and the blush on his skin faded away completely.

"Zhu Qingyuan, you have obtained a little in the past six months. You have slept with the boss of RC, and you have only produced this little thing?" The man raised the electronic information in his hand with dissatisfaction.

"How about you come?" Zhu Qingyuan raised his eyebrows.

"Forget it, I don't have this hobby." The man waved his hand.

"Do you know him?" Zhu Qingyuan swiped the screen and turned to the next page of information.

"Yes, 'Shengdao'. He was always in the top three of the free mercenary value list of continent A."

The man said as he read the page that Zhu Qingyuan turned to. "Shengdao's" native surname was registered as "Chen". The picture was processed. It was not a living image, but a character image made by a 3D animation system, like a game character.

The black-haired man in the picture not only has pure black hair, but also black irises and wheat-colored skin, which makes his eyes more black and white.

"It is difficult to find personal information and photos of all the people in RC. There is no information that can prove their identity. There are some brief biographies, such as how awesome they were on the high seas... and 90% of them have no information about their parents," Zhu Qingyuan paused, "That's probably because they don't have parents."

"But his identity information is forged, and his parents' biographies are deliberately forged." Zhu Qingyuan pointed to the information and said.

"It's nothing to forge, there are too many people forging identity information now."

"Do you still remember the late General Chen Ming," Zhu Qingyuan said, "her only son died in a military combat exercise."

The man was stunned for a moment, and soon he understood what Zhu Qingyuan meant, and was dumbfounded, "You said Sheng Dao was Chen Ming's son, it's a bit ridiculous, he has been dead for so long."

"It's only been a month since Chen Ming died, and her son got into trouble. Don't you think it's too coincidental? Her son was 18 years old when he died, about the same age as this person, and his surname was Chen."

"One surname is Chen, the other surname is Chen, they sound very similar, just based on this?" The man was speechless, "and it's not strange that a series of deaths in family fights."

"My intuition has always been accurate." Zhu Qingyuan said coldly.

The man said unhappily, "Then you should work based on your intuition in the future."

"Do you have the authority to view military records?"

"What do you think?"

"If you want to know whether Shengdao is Chen Ming's child, just compare the military records from many years ago. Even if he can have plastic surgery, the bone data and gene samples can't be faked. It's not difficult for me to find an opportunity to collect his blood sample data."

"I heard that Chen Ming's son was forced to death by his mother's sister, that is, his aunt. His aunt is now the head of the Chen family and one of the thirteen generals in the military," the man shook his head, somewhat helpless, "Although the Chen family is not as good as before, it is also a family of generals and ministers. If I intervene, do I think I am too old?"

"Haven't you heard that Chen Ming is not an ordinary person? It is said that she is a god in using troops because she has a very strong predictive ability, which is more accurate and far-reaching than the shaman algorithm and feng shui. The mayfly era she predicted, ten : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : "The anti-revolutionary didn't tell you anything?"

"If he trusted me, would he let me live here?" Zhu Qingyuan raised his eyebrows, "I don't even have the permission to enter their base."

The man curled his lips, "The big guys are all cold and ruthless."

"But he is really charming." Zhu Qingyuan took a cigarette from the cigarette box on the table. It was a disposable atomizer with reduced nicotine. It didn't need to be lit. You could just put it to your mouth and smoke it.

The man put the tablet back on the table, stood up and straightened the wrinkles on his coat, "Try to go deeper, the focus is on the anti-revolutionaries, the others... are also valuable, but not as valuable as the secrets of the anti-revolutionaries. Also, try to monitor their additional dynamics, don't take risks to send them back in real time, just record them."

"I don't think the anti-revolutionaries have any special feelings for me, I can't find his secrets," Zhu Qingyuan smoked a cigarette, the smoke smelled like orange blossoms, he narrowed his eyes slightly, "He has always been alienated from me... I haven't found out what he is obsessed with until now."

"It's impossible for a person to have no special emotions for anything."

"Maybe those who went through life and death with him, his comrades."

The man nodded, "This is also his weakness."

"No, they are his armor."