Late at night, the Beishan District Office of the Security Bureau.

As soon as the office door was closed, Wen Wen's phone rang.

Su Zi called.

"Hello? Sister Wen, I found the file you were looking for." As soon as the call was connected, a voice with lingering fear came from the other end, with a hint of exhaustion from overwork.

"Did you find anything?"

"Yes, it's great, it's great!"

Su Zi's tone became resentful: "It's so scary, okay! Where did you dig out these two ghosts with a shovel? Each one has its own merits, each has its own unique skills... Please wait until next time

Can you please stop giving me such a surprise?"

"Let's talk first, Lu Feng."

Wen Wen leaned on the chair, crossed her legs on the table, and swayed: "It shouldn't be the law-abiding common people he talks about, right?"

"...obeying the law is barely enough, but ordinary people will have to see how you look at it."

The sound of turning pages came from Su Zi's side: "There are two files on him, one is from Yacheng, everything looks normal, just that, very ordinary.

An adoptive family. The adopter is the owner of an auto repair shop. He has been fighting since he was a child and getting into trouble has not made people worry. He concealed his age before becoming an adult and joined the army. Then after he retired, he came back and helped in the auto repair shop at home because of his service awareness.

I wasn’t up to the mark and was always swearing at people, so I got a lot of bad reviews... Anyway, I was just living my life.”

"What about the other one that's not ordinary?"

"The other one is scary. It has a red seal and a very high level of confidentiality. It is directly under the Central City Military Headquarters. It has six confidentiality seals stamped on it, six fucking!"

Su Zi couldn't help but cursed: "In all my years in the Investigation Department, this is the first time I've seen confidentiality stamps on files that look like stamp collections. Just by applying for access, I received a warning email from the military department."

"normal."

Wen Wen understood that, in fact, she already knew it when she first saw Lu Feng - the tattoo on his arm, in addition to some of the usual decorations in the army, also had a half-lion and half-skull tattoo.

mark.

According to her knowledge, there is only one place known to the outside world as the Airborne Camp for people who have been to Middle-earth and have such tattoos, and its existence is not a secret at all among high-level federal officials.

There are people inside who do wet work for the federation.

Including but not limited to assassinations, kidnappings, inhumane weapons testing that violates the International Charter of Human Rights, and even terrorist attacks...

That's why it feels so bizarre.

How did you survive retirement?

You know, in the mud pit of Middle-earth, in addition to the security forces who watch the oil fields, and the other legions involved in wars and operations, it is not easy for ordinary people to survive until retirement, let alone being able to withdraw completely from the airborne battalion.

.

He didn't die on the battlefield, he didn't die in a secret mission, and he didn't commit suicide by being shot more than thirty times in the back... This kind of person will either have good luck and die for whoever touches him, or there must be an extremely thick thigh leaning on his back.

.

No matter who it is, if a lackey of the Dragon Festival Society messes with this kind of person, it will be considered as poking a hornet's nest in the military department.

"It's enough to find out that he has a relationship with the military. Anyway, the job of the Security Bureau is to prevent abnormal criminal incidents. Even if he kills people and sets fires in his spare time, it's the military department's headache. It's none of my business."

Wen Wen asked directly:

"Where's the other one?"

"The other one is even scarier."

Su Zi rubbed his eyebrows: "Sister Wen, you have only come back in the past two years. You must have heard about the big events that happened in Haizhou ten years ago, right?"

Wen Wen was silent for a moment, thinking for a long time, and couldn't help but straighten up from the chair: "You mean... Hai Fenri? Is he related to Chaoyan's disaster?"

"Yes, he is a survivor."

Su Zi sighed, "To be precise, Ji Jue is the only survivor of Chao Yan's disaster."

In the too long dream, Ji Jue once again heard the sound of the train hitting the rails, which was so familiar.

He opened his eyes, leaned against the window, and stared at the scene flying by in the distant fields outside the window, including mountains, wilderness, scattered and desolate villages, and the red-hot sunset on the horizon.

The light of sunset shone in the children's eyes, and crimson colors danced in the sky.

This was his childhood.

"Are you awake? Let's rest for a while. We will arrive at Yacheng soon."

Someone touched his head and said gently: "When we get here, how about mom take you to see the sea?"

"..."

Ji Jue was silent for a long time, then murmured softly: "Actually, I don't like the sea. It actually gets annoying when I see it too much."

"When I heard that I was moving to Yacheng, I secretly saved up money to buy a swimsuit."

The person next to him laughed, took him into his arms, and rubbed his hair, gently and lightly: "Don't worry, there will be new friends and classmates in the new school, and everyone will play with you.

"

She said: "You will adapt, the past will become far away, and you will embrace the new life."

"But the new life is so difficult, Mom, it's so difficult. It's much harder than I imagined."

Ji Jue leaned on her shoulder and lowered his head: "The food in Haizhou is very bland and I can't get used to it. The dialect is also very complicated and I can't understand it.

The medicine in the hospital was terrible, the nurses were very cruel, and the old house was prone to moisture. When I returned to Nantian, there was water everywhere in my house. If I didn’t deal with it quickly, it would become moldy. Some of my classmates at school also liked to bully me, and the teachers were always making things difficult for me.

…”

"It's so hard." She sighed softly.

"Don't worry, I've taken care of everything. Mom, they can't give me any trouble. I've already been admitted to university. Just like you, I'm at Tianmen University. The scenery there is as good as you said, except for the food in the cafeteria.

Pilaf rice is hard to find.”

He gently held his mother's hanging palm, as if holding up that too fragile dream:

"Mama Lu likes to lose her temper, but she is very kind to me and treats me as her own child. Although Professor Ye is very strict and always kicks me out if I don't do well, he never looks down on me. Some people bully me.

If so, Brother Feng will help me fight. My senior sister also takes good care of me and has never made it difficult for me on any subject...

They are all very good people and they all like me.”

"So, don't worry, Mom, I'm doing fine."

Ji Jue laughed and assured her: "I will definitely become a person who makes a difference... no matter how difficult it is."

"Then why are you so sad?" His mother stroked his cheek so gently that Ji Jue's nose couldn't help but feel sore.

"I just miss you so much."

"Me too."

There were gentle arms hugging him, like eternal protection and care, making this cruel world and suffering no longer scary.

Ji Jue closed his eyes and nestled in her arms.

Never look at the scene outside the window again.

Those dancing red clouds glowed with their last light, and then were engulfed by black clouds. Behind them, the black clouds also disappeared.

In the turmoil of heaven and earth, there were screams and shouts, just like in countless nightmares.

The black clouds were killed, and scarlet rain fell.

When the rain falls on the ground, it plants a flame that cannot be extinguished. The flames rise into the sky again, and when they converge, they are like an endless tide.

Everyone calls it the Scourge of Tide Flame.

It was a natural disaster named destruction. When it appeared, even the ocean would be burned to boiling point. After invisible flames passed by like a torrent, everything was burned to ashes.

Ten years ago, it appeared in Haizhou without any warning, rushing toward the southeast, burning everything along its path.

Whether it's a mountain, a wilderness, a village, or a train that happens to be enveloped in the aftermath.

In this way, everything about Ji Jue was taken away in an understatement.

Four hours after the disaster occurred, Yacheng's search and rescue team rushed to the scene first, and someone found the only surviving child from the broken wreckage of the train.

Severely burned and dying.

He was held in the arms of his deceased mother, without crying or struggling, and allowed the search and rescue team to take him away.

Afterwards, some experts wrote lengthy and detailed arguments about how lucky and coincidental this was. Everyone looked at the newspaper headlines and said it was a miracle of life, and they were very happy about it.

But so-called miracles are sometimes no different from curses.

And Ji Jue has never been the lucky one.

He didn't know how many times he would have this dream again, but the ending of the dream never changed because of his actions.

Every time I come here, the dream should be over.

But this time, he didn't wake up.

He raised his head and looked at the sky that did not belong to this dream.

Above the broken night, countless shining stars gradually appeared, rotated, overlapped and intertwined with each other, turning into vague outlines, like magnificent gods appearing in the world.

One, and another.

They, they, or they, are looking at themselves.

Solemn and silent.

Waiting as always.

There was silence in the office.

Only a line of green smoke from the ashtray rose silently.

Even in the history of the Federation, which has been plagued by disasters, the Tide Flame Disaster ten years ago was a rare natural disaster.

The collapse and fall of a rift caused the disaster value to rise above the warning line. Burning winds set off from the southern part of the ruins of Quan City, rushing across and boiling the Western Sea.

Even if no major city was destroyed as a result, the losses caused by it also severely damaged the economy of the entire Haizhou, which was almost brought to a standstill, and the tragedies caused by it were countless.

As the only survivor in that accident...

Wen Wen didn't know whether Ji Jue's luck was good or bad.

In the face of natural disasters, even being able to survive does not mean luck, but the beginning of misfortune. People who survive such natural disasters are usually called "cursed ones".

Ordinary people are involved in natural disasters, but if they are unlucky, it will be good. The chance of evil is much greater than that of ordinary people, and there is almost no good ending.

In all these years, Ji Jue has never suffered from spontaneous combustion. He is extremely lucky.

"Sister Wen, why did you suddenly check this?"

After a long silence, Su Zi on the other end of the phone asked curiously: "Could it be that he was involved in some incident?"

"No, there isn't."

Wen Wen shook her head decisively: "I just met him when I was repairing my motorcycle, and I was a little curious."

"...Eh?"

Su Zi's voice came out in a long tone, which was obviously a polite sign of being deceived: "Then you must remember to treat me to dinner later, and you are not allowed to use the canteen of the Security Bureau to make up for it."

"Okay, okay."

Wen Wen nodded, pondered for a moment, and suddenly asked: "Su Zi, you have worked in the Investigation Department for such a long time and have read so many people's files.

If, I mean, if, the cursed person is chosen by heaven..."

"Are you serious?"

Su Zi was also surprised: "What is the chance? It cannot be said that independent awakening is absolutely impossible without relying on the inspiration of a superior. It can only be said that it is more practical to buy lottery tickets than to daydream.

Ordinary people who have been affected by evil are almost marked by the whirlpool.

To use an analogy, it's like walking a tightrope on a cliff with an iron ball of several hundred kilograms tied to your ankle. It's already amazing to be able to move two steps forward, let alone fly into the sky."

"That's right, thank you."

After Wen Wen listened, she said nothing more.

After hanging up the phone, the office was once again enveloped in silence, with only the ticking of the clock remaining.

While looking at the empty report document on the computer screen, she once again became distracted and looked at the sky outside the window.

If a person who is supposed to fall into the abyss can one day soar in the sky... then his wings must be very beautiful, right?

Wen Wen laughed.

The sky at night is so clear, without any clouds.

The stars shine brightly and the light is gentle.

Patch update notice for version V0.0001: The organization name ‘Dragon Worship Cult’ that appeared in the previous chapter collided with many works. In order to avoid confusing readers’ impressions, it has been renamed ‘Dragon Festival Society’.
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