Chapter 18: ending

Xia Liang picked up the fourth team from Zhu Yanchen, but the investigation into the marsh was unable to advance. www.sto123.cc
Just after the concert, Xia Liang looked at herself in her glasses and used a curling iron to fix her hairstyle. She picked up the perfume while looking at the report from the fourth team.
It's all perfunctory nonsense.
Sure enough, Xia Liang pouted.
The fourth team is an investigation team trained by Zhu Yanchen, who specializes in collecting strange and strange information on swamp erosion. These days, all those who cherish their lives know to stay away from the marsh. The people of the fourth team are willing to take these dirty jobs, not because of how noble the sentiment (fuck cao) is. It all depends on wishing the family a rich family and wishing the marshal to make these people dance on the cliff.
Most of the four teams are masters who trade their lives for money. Usually nest in each corner, listening to the wind, and doing business. Only when Zhu Yanchen gave the reward for the task, these uncles were willing to work hard in this direction.
This is just investigation, not research.
Since the predecessors succeeded in inventing the purifier, the research progress of eroding marsh has tended to stagnate.
Erosion is not a virus or bacteria. With the purification machine, the research can't proceed normally. When the purifier is turned off, even if it is covered with protective clothing, the corrosive quality will slowly erode the contacts.
What's more, the purifier is effective enough, solutions are available, and talents are in short supply. Before the emergence of reliable protection methods, no one is willing to use (sexual) life to gamble on some icing on the cake.
You can study if you want, but the protective equipment is not affordable for ordinary people. All the factors added up, except Zhu Yanchen, no one has worked this aspect. The research direction of the public is also very fixed, and the quality analysis is just an addition. The focus is on improving the people.
Zhu Yanchen was named in the research project. But on the surface, he just looked at the information and didn't make any substantial contribution to the optimization of Hecheng people. He knows how to write eclipse qualitative analysis reports, but they are all dream-like things, and the improvement of the Hecheng people is simply not useful.
After a long time, everyone acquiesced a little—the old marshal's son just came to pick up the fruit by name and earn a good reputation. Zhu's family is high in power, and the friends of the old marshal have a good relationship with each other. Any research is called Zhu Yanchen, let him shine. Zhu Yanchen also knows how to measure, quietly, and will not be okay to command blindly.
Considering that Zhu Yanchen's tactical level is indeed top-notch, he is not an unlearned swinger. Even if the researchers are dissatisfied, they won't really make a fuss, making everyone unsightly.
Xia Liang sighed, put the selected perfume into her bag, and said to herself, "The academic is still honest."
If Yi Ning is a candidate for the leader nominated by the people, Zhu Yanchen was pulled up by those old people. It's a pity that more than those researchers, the old guys looked away this time, Zhu Yanchen was not as "behaved" as they thought.
Not to mention Zhu Yanchen's private research, the old marshal didn't even know the existence of the fourth team. Xia Liang claimed that the information was amazing, and he only learned about these things after Zhu Yanchen was included under his command.
She doesn't care why Zhu Yanchen is keen on doing this, but she doesn't like people who don't follow orders.
Strike a snake and hit seven inches, capture the thief and the king first. She does not know how to study the marsh, but she is good at other things-she has not been a staff adviser to Zhu Yanchen for so long, she can still dig some intelligence.
So in the middle of the night, "Old Dong Dong" appeared in Ai Xiaoxiao's hospital.
... Xia Liang really didn't think that the captain of the fourth team was actually a woman.
"Old Dong Dong?" Ai Xiaoxiao's tone was disgusting, "I haven't heard of old Dong Dong. If you come to beg, there are still some dumplings left in my kitchen, would you?"
Xia Liang's face under Xia Liang's hood twitched twice, and the woman was talking nonsense with her eyes open.
"There is no need to joke, Miss Ai." Xia Liang stretched her feet and jammed the door. "If the news is not returned, the communication is not answered, and I handed in a bunch of for a long time, so that the old man had to come up in the middle of the night... Well, my old waist..."
After speaking, Xia Liang breathed a sigh of relief. Isn't it better than acting, she is professional.
Ai Xiaoxiao raised his eyebrows, and his face was clearly written: You know that it is shit, it's not simple.
"Then you come in and have a supper." Ai Xiaoxiao thought for a while, his tone reluctantly (qiang) polite. "There are some dumplings left in the kitchen..."
Xia Liang: "..."
"It's not that I don't make the report. My brothers are all short on time. The marsh erosion is over. There is no need to bother." Ai Xiaoxiao went to fry the dumplings and poured some vinegar. Xia Liang didn't pick up the chopsticks, so she ate it herself. "Anyway, you don't understand, isn't it a waste of time to write a report seriously?"
Just start fooling the new boss. You are quite reasonable. Xia Liang tweeted silently: "So what's the matter with the disappearing swamp?"
Ai Xiao Xiaopixiao (rourou) raised his head without a smile, and made a gesture of zipping his mouth: "May Marshal let me keep it secret."
"The upper part will continue to check. I knew it a long time ago, so I have a preparation." Xia Liang continued. "It was Zhu Yanchen who asked me to take over the fourth team, so don't toss the old man."
"They can't find out...oh, when it comes to this, you come right in time."
Ai Xiaoxiao wiped his hands and took out a chip from the inside. The chip still smelled of dumplings.
"This thing, remember to find a chance to get it into the upper system. Zhu Yanchen has some information about that swamp and wants to erase it. It's up to you next, Mr. Dong."
Xia Liang didn't even ask about it, and he caused an errand for nothing. It doesn't matter if you get into an errand, the other party still has no respect at all. She got to her throat, just about to open her mouth—
"I know what you are thinking. It will be a long time coming. Anyway, Zhu Yanchen is determined to be unable to come back. There will be noisy or fight. We will have time in the future."
Can't come back? Xia Liang swallowed the fire from his throat.
"You really don't know." Ai Xiaoxiao waved his hand, "This information is just as my gift to you."
Xia Liang didn't let her go: "Speak clearly."
"How did he tell you, I guess, prepare with both hands for success or failure?" Ai Xiaoxiao turned on the faucet, and the plate was squeaked by her. "Isn’t Zhu Yanchen just like that? I’ll point intelligence here, and intelligence over there. He nodded like an iceberg. He won’t tell you about his physical condition, just like he won’t tell me. His tactical planning...Of course, I don't care."
Tossing off the water in her hand, she put the plate back on the shelf: "I have worked with him for more than ten years, and I haven't persuaded him. Zhu Yanchen has long known that it is a matter of time before he died in research."
"Now this time issue is clear." She said, "Okay, you can go back. I don't like to stay overnight."
"Why?" Xia Liang still couldn't hold back seeing this person knowing.
"what why."
"It's not that Zhu Yanchen is not talented. Being his marshal can at least make a good end. If he regresses, he eats and waits for death, and the Zhu family can afford him."
Why choose a meaningless dead end? On the premise that there is a solution, I still need to study the eroding marsh with my neck. Isn't this (take off tuo) pants fart?
Ai Xiaoxiao looked at her up and down: "Who knows, anyway, I have said good things. Good words are hard to persuade the thing, what can I do."
Looking at Xia Liang who was in silence, she took another sentence: "Don't think about it, his situation is definitely more serious than you think. People have given enough money. In order to make him look like a okay person, I have worked hard. Who do you think I practiced these skills of healing and plastic surgery from?"
...
Although it was late at night, Dr. Ai's practice material was still awake. Zhu Yanchen is fully armed, and Shu Junqi hangs over the deserted village-the swamp is robbed. For the villagers in the deserted village, this is destined to be a sleepless night.
"Anyway, just let them die." Shu Jun carried the new big sword in a light tone.
"Yes."
"It's almost the same as I guessed. I'll go down first. If you can't agree, you'll go up again." Shu Jun pulled out the sword, "I just have something to say to them."
Zhu Yanchen frowned. He hadn't said his question yet, his feet had fallen to the ground, and Shu Jun had already rushed dozens of meters away.
Shu Jun did not immediately contact the villagers. He specifically stopped about ten meters away from the camp to allow the villagers time to gather. Seeing the thief ran back by himself, the villagers also cooperated—they took their weapons noisily and squeezed them into piles at the entrance of the camp.
Old Wei was covered with a lot of bandages and was being held by the woman who pretended to be a corpse handler.
"Return the swamp to us!" He scolded head-on.
The woman did not wear a headgear, her deformed eyes were swollen like peaches, and she had obviously cried.
"Family members can recover through the swamp, you still believe this, don't you?"
"Nin and nun will call mother." The woman said with a dumb voice, "She is the best recovered, she recognizes me, and she will hug. I know, she must be inside..."
Shu Jun put the big sword on the ground (inserting cha), seeing the sword remained silent, he kicked it again.
Dajian: "Bah."
The tone (color) is exactly the same as the voice of the ritual "relatives".
"Introduction, this is your swamp. We have reached a friendly cooperation agreement." Shu Jun patted the hilt. "I don't think it looks like a little girl."
There was a loud noise, and the woman covered her mouth, as if about to vomit: "You...you are not a human--"
"You just said that your daughter is the one who'recovered' best, and she can recognize you." Shu Jun's voice was clear, but not so happy. "Then let's experiment."
The villagers had not yet reacted, and the wind blew up. Shu Jun dashed forward and rushed in front of the woman, his thick blade swung smoothly, stopping in front of the woman's neck.
He stopped just right, and the blade just pressed the woman's skin without hurting her.
DajianZhou thought he would be greedy for a bit of blood, but Shu Jun stopped the car halfway. It immediately screamed dissatisfied: "Chop! Chop!"
"This is the'daughter' who can recognize you." Shu Jun lowered his voice, his gray (color) eyes as cold as ashes. "Sister, I have not been deceived. Don't be deceived for too long."
The woman had soft feet and sat on the ground. Shu Jun took the sword away and squinted, "Who else wants to verify? I'll be with you at any time."
The villagers were silent.
The woman was supporting Old Wei, she fell, and Old Wei did not stop. The gunshot wound sent by Zhu Yanchen was still there, and he groaned twice: "Then...then we can also leave a thought..."
"And you." Shu Jun knelt down, propped his sword on the ground, and stared directly at Old Wei's eyes. "My friend should have warned you that if this swamp grows, it will eat all of you."
"Even if what you said is true, we are all half-dead. There is no regret to be able to be buried with relatives and friends..."
"I'm not referring to this." Shu Jun's voice became lighter and softer, "My friend is worried about you. I personally...how to say, sympathy is quite limited."
He stretched out his hand, and the pitting substances slowly gathered in his palm, forming clusters.
"It's not far from the city. If the swamp grows up, the'players' must deal with this hidden danger. There may be sacrifices at that time. I don't really want to see that scene."
The pitting was lifted up by the wind, and flew around Old Wei, and then flew towards the villagers to make sure that everyone could see it.
"I can turn the marsh into a sword, and of course, I can also turn the marsh into my spy. You continue to live freely, no problem. It will follow this village directly, and if I find that you start raising the marsh, I will rush as soon as possible. Come here and send you back to the city with your own hands. In this way, you will have to be reunited at the corpse disposal office-oh, sorry, the corpses are processed in batches, maybe you won’t.

Shu Jun smiled again, and the sharp canine teeth came out.
Suddenly there was a sense of crisis of being stared at by the beast, and Old Wei swallowed.
"That's all I want to say." Shu Jun's voice is still very low. "You guys do it for yourself."
After that, he stood up, drew his sword, and walked back to Zhu Yanchen openly.
"So fast?"
"They won't do it again." The coldness in Shu Jun's eyes has long since disappeared.
"What did you say?" Zhu Yanchen didn't stand close enough, and Shu Jun's voice went up and down again, and he didn't hear everything.
"A innocuous little lie." Shu Jun smiled, "I frightened them and said that I could use eclipse as a monitor. The next thing is ordinary threats. When it comes to threats, I would also like to thank Teacher Zhu for his advice... Zhu Teacher, where are we going next?"