This world is terrible

Chapter 217 The Great Movement in the East China Sea
Early morning.

A very special report, through layers of transfer, finally appeared on the table of the Disaster Response Office.

"Tell me."

Director Song, who had just recovered from a serious illness, picked up an enamel cup, brought the freshly boiled water to his mouth, took a sip, and slowly exhaled: "What do you think about this matter?"

At the conference table, the leaders of different teams were whispering to each other.

After a while, someone suggested: "It's still too early to judge it as an anomaly. After all, the citizen information entry system is not omniscient, and very rare mistakes are inevitable."

Some people agreed: "That's right, it's best to visit the family members of the person involved to confirm whether it is a problem with the input system."

"But from a normal point of view, this possibility is close to zero. If it is really a misjudgment that caused an entry error, just imagine how a man of his age has lived until now with his information canceled? He didn't even appeal. ?”

"You obviously didn't grasp the focus. The important thing is not whether there is a problem with the information entry, but where he went. After the accident, there was no trace of this person in the surrounding streets. This has obviously entered the field of our responsibility. .”

"All right."

Director Song patted the table lightly, motioning for everyone to be quiet, then turned around and put a stack of documents on the table: "I called everyone here at this time, not for discussion, but for settlement."

"As you can see."

The documents were coded up one by one by him, and one can see the clear signatures on the bags.

Wang Gensheng... Zhang Tianshuo... Yu Xiaohong... Tan Jian... all the way to Han Dafu.

There are more than ten copies in total.

"These are the clues collected by the intelligence office earlier. The behavior of these people may not be as intuitive as Han Dafu, but when everyone's irrationality converges into a line, it is obviously already It's our area of ​​responsibility."

Director Song motioned for everyone to exchange information, and continued: "These people are already dead, but they happened to appear on camera one after another, doing things that are no different from normal people."

Someone at the bottom quickly flipped through the documents, frowned and said, "Could this be... resurrection from the dead?"

"Obviously not."

One person muttered to himself: "It's not so much about resurrection from the dead, it's more like ghosts haunting us. Don't forget, we can't figure out their roots at all..."

As soon as these words came out, the audience fell silent for a long time.

Ghosts haunting, this word appears at any time in the past, the executive board can give instructions without any pressure.

But only two time periods are a bit unusual.

Qingming.

Zhongyuan.

The rising yin qi leads to highly active supernatural phenomena.

Now no one is sure whether this supernatural event will become the beginning of a certain "storm".

But now it is only a few days before Qingming Festival.

What kind of good thing can happen at this juncture?
"In the past, we have lived in peace, but this year we made a fuss over a molehill. Is it too prudent?"

"As the front line of response, I think we must consider the worst-case scenario and be fully prepared."

"Without any intelligence advantage, don't you think it's too much to take it for granted?"

"I think that instead of arguing endlessly here, it is better to find out the breakthrough of this incident as soon as possible. Since they are all returnees of 'resurrected from the dead', they must have something in common that can be traced back."

"I agree with that, they need to be investigated as soon as possible..."

The sound of the entire conference room suddenly stopped, and everyone looked at Director Song in unison, and he gestured for silence.

hum...

Director Song picked up the vibrating cell phone and connected it.

"Hey, it's me."

"What are you talking about..."

His original calm expression suddenly collapsed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After putting down the phone again, Director Song spoke slowly to meet the questioning gazes of everyone below.

"I got the exact news... The General Administration's jury, which was originally expected to arrive after the Ching Ming Festival, will arrive at Donghai International Airport at ten o'clock tomorrow morning."

"what!"

The entire office members stood up at the same time, shocked.

"Headquarters..."

Director Song lay down on the back of the chair a little slumped, shook his head shyly and said, "He wanted to catch us off guard."

……

A night market in the East China Sea.

Following the mixed food aroma, Gao Yi led the dog into a yarn snack.

Considering Xiaodi's meal problem, Gao Yi chose to take it away together.

"Fried rice with fish-flavored shredded pork, fried rice with green pepper shredded pork, wonton noodles, noodles with scallion oil, um...a bowl of pigeon soup."

"Ah, sorry, there are no pigeons in the soup."

"Is it sold out?"

"No."

"What about the pigeon?"

The shopkeeper replied with a sincere look on his face:
"Dove."

Although Gao Yi understood the delay in the ingredients, the store manager's words sounded like a Soviet joke.

The two packed up and went back to the hotel. After eating, they fell asleep with their heads covered. It was only at a quarter past nine in the morning that Gao Yi opened his eyes in a daze and looked at his phone.

"Oops! I seem to have overslept."

He catapulted to the start suddenly, suddenly realizing that he had already escaped from social practice, and fell back again, just about to lie down and continue to sleep.

"Xiao Gao, there is a situation!"

At this time, Xiaodi, who had been squatting on the window sill, suddenly gave a reminder, which made Gao Yi's spirit tremble.

"What's wrong? Is the jury here?"

Gao Yi hurriedly leaned on the window, wanting to see the real thing, but he was helpless because the distance from the hotel was too far, and there were still a large number of people rushing in, looking around, he could only watch the excitement.

"Xiaodi, have you successfully hijacked the few monitoring screens I asked you to do?"

Xiao Di said OK, then pointed to his head.

A TV head has already been ready, and it is "beeping" and making no signal noise.

Using the magical ability of the family members, Xiaodi quickly received the signal image, and with a "stab", the image of the airport runway appeared on the screen.

With an all-round perspective comparable to a command tower, the scene is being broadcast in real time.

Gao Yi should say that he woke up at a bad time.

Judging from the screen, it should be some time before the jury's special plane arrives. Many people on the field are still whispering, as if discussing something.

In the large-scale welcoming team, Gao Yi saw many acquaintances, and the most eye-catching one was undoubtedly Director Tao.

At this time, his appearance was no different from his usual appearance.It's just that between the brows, an inexplicable emotion seemed to be brewing, and a few strands of indifference occasionally flashed across the face, as if unmoved by the arrival of the entire jury.

Gao Yi sighed: "As expected of the local snake here, he still looks indifferent now."

"One thing to say."

Xiaodi complained: "At Lao Tao's age, he belongs to a faction with no hope of promotion. It's not bad that he didn't sleep a little while watching the stars because of the universe in his heart."

　Thanks to the friends of "A Leaf Doesn't Stop the Autumn Breeze" for their rewards.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)