Manual of Space-Time Interference

"Bang 嘡..."

A soft voice sounded, and the dialect standing in front of the window turned his head. Yan Hongchang walked in with a stack of documents, sat on the sofa next to him, and gently placed the documents on the coffee table.

"I saw what was recorded in your power armor."

A word broke the silence.

Yan Hongchang looked up at the dialect and said the next sentence softly, "The think tank said that you can't criticize and educate you too much to prevent your resistance to us, and you should understand you with a tolerant attitude. , to guide you, but dialect, do you think I should say the next words?"

"Speak!" Fang Yan replied, turning around and facing Yan Hongchang.

"To be honest, I don't understand what you did in the last 'Resident Evil'." Yan Hongchang's tone was very light, but every word seemed to contain enormous pressure.

"I..." Dialect opened his mouth, but still couldn't say the second word.

"Do you think that now you have power armor to be very powerful? With power armor, you can do anything?" Yan Hongchang said facing the dialect, his eyes were sharp, looking directly at people's hearts.

"No, it's not omnipotent, it can't fly, it can only run, it can only be used on land, and you can't do anything about it in the sea and outer space!" Yan Hongchang paused, "And you, now, too, you You can only run, you can't fly!"

"I know..." Dialect said softly.

"You don't know!" Yan Hongchang replied decisively, picked up a document next to him, and said, "This is a promotion document, you are now a lieutenant colonel!"

Dialect did not speak, nor did he take over the document, he just looked at Yan Hongchang quietly.

"Heh, let's not talk about this first, let's evaluate yourself, how much did you do right or wrong in the last time and space?" Yan Hongchang chuckled lightly and took back the promotion documents.

Silence, solidified, spread again in this room, looking at Yan Hongchang sitting in front of him, Dialect took a deep breath,

"First, I started taking action without setting a plan. Second, I didn't set a route to escape. Third, I didn't think about any possible emergencies. Fourth..."

"stop!"

Yan Hongchang interrupted the dialect, raised his head and looked at the dialect expressionlessly, "You still don't understand your biggest problem now, let me ask you, how many times have you traveled in time and space?"

"8 times!" Dialect replied without thinking.

"Yes, 8 times, you have survived 8 times." Yan Hongchang said, picked up the teapot next to him and slowly poured a glass of water out, "Resident Evil is not actually a big threat to you, isn't it? Especially Without the virus affecting you in any way?"

Dialect nodded.

"So, in the past when faced with difficulties, you could deal with everything calmly, but when faced with these situations that are not dangerous to you, you began to become arrogant and reckless." Yan Hongchang said, He picked up the glass and took a sip,

"The people in the psychology team said that this is a normal reaction for you to suddenly relax after extreme pressure, but I want to ask you a question, has your pressure really disappeared?"

The tone was very light, but it was full of an inexplicable sense of pressure, as if trying to suppress the dialect too much.

"Dialect, don't let this turn into a vicious circle, you should still remember your original goal." Yan Hongchang continued, sighing.

"Stay alive, I always remember!" Dialect replied softly.

"Yeah, live, but you have to know that pride and arrogance can't keep you alive. Luckily, it won't stand by your side forever." Yan Hongchang said, putting down the glass teacup. The bottom of the glass comes into contact with the glass, making a crisp light sound.

"I know..." Dialect murmured.

"You're still young, you're still young, you were a student 4 months ago, but those are no excuses, none of us have walked the path you're taking now, so all we can do is help you grow, Then tell you about our experience." Yan Hongchang continued, looking at the dull dialect and shaking his head.

"Don't let your emotions affect your brain. You need to maintain a heart of awe and a calm mind at all times." Yan Hongchang said, stopped, picked up the water glass next to him and took another sip of water, quietly He looked at the dialect in front of the window who was bowing his head in deep thought.

"I understand." After a long time, Fang Yan raised his head and said softly.

"Shen Du, Dialect, what you need to do is this." Yan Hongchang sighed, "We don't have any idea to turn you into a killing machine, a cold-blooded agent, nor do we have any idea to destroy your nature, conscience or humanity. , but remember, think more, think more, and then make a decision!”

"it is good!"

"We can give you a lot of things, but you should also cherish it."

Yan Hongchang said, UU reading www. uukanshu.com left a few documents, straightened up again, looked at the dialect, thought about it, and added a sentence, "Your information has been leaked, and the intelligence organizations of various countries are looking for you, so in the future, If you can come back in China, you will be in China."

"sorry…"

Hearing this sentence, Yan Hongchang, who was walking outside the door, stopped, looked back at Dialect, and took out a copy of the document he was holding.

"If you want to say sorry, don't say it to me, don't say it to us, you should feel sorry for the people on this document, 157 people without nationality and identity, and this is the price of your growth. "

Yan Hongchang took a breath and seemed to be trying his best to suppress his anger. He took a deep look at Dialect and stepped out of the room...

"Bang!"

Dialect stared blankly at the document on the desktop, walked over slowly, and picked up the document and the list on the coffee table.

Very heavy, really heavy...

The first line above is the code name Lao Ma, whose real name is "Zhou Yuancheng"...

He looked at it for a long time, and when there was only a setting sun left outside, he raised his head again and placed the form on the bookshelf next to him.

Walking back to the coffee table again, Dialect looked at a promotion document on it, picked it up, looked at the trash can next to it, put it back, took out his mobile phone and made a call,

"Yan Ju, I don't think I'm eligible for promotion now!"

"it is good!"

After a long time, a powerful echo came over, and Dialect hung up the phone expressionlessly, walked to the window, and looked at the sky where only Caixia was left.

He knew that in the future, he would carry not only himself, but also 157 other people...

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