In the forbidden area of ​​the imperial city of Zhongnanhai, Beijing, a middle-aged man in military uniform led a young clerk to the Yingtai stone bridge in small steps. He passed Xiangluan Pavilion from north to south, entered Hanyuan Gate, passed through the east and west Jingxingqingfang halls, and passed through the pavilion from the middle to the southernmost Hanyuan Hall. There is a pavilion in the south of the hall, called Yingxun, and the vermilion jade pillar wrote a poem from Kangxi's later years: "Looking at the Butong Reading House, I met the trees in my seventies." The pavilion is surrounded by water, fish and dragons surround the stone beams, and turtles and socks lie on the banks of the mud fields.

The lake breeze is hard to come by, and there are a few places behind the people in late autumn. There is an old man next to the pavilion, sitting upright by the lake in a long gown, holding a green bamboo pole in his hand. The thin fishing line floats tightly and shrinks as the water lines float. It seems to be hanging but not hanging, a cicada squeaks with its thin wings on the tip of the bamboo. The old man's seemingly old hands slightly held, and a slight tremor was transmitted from his wrist to offset the pull of the fishing line. The sound of cicadas became more silent as the bamboo pole was stable.

The man in a military uniform saw the old man fishing from afar, and his tough face relaxed slightly. He signaled the young clerk to wait for him here and slowly accelerated his pace. The man's pace gradually accelerated, but the sound of the crocodile leather shoes falling on his feet became lighter and lighter. In the end, the sound of the leather shoes was as if the light was conquered by a black hole, and there was no escape at all.

"Deputy Director Li, why did you have time to visit Yingtai today to see me, this old man?" The old man slowly held the fishing rod, without any intention of getting up on his feet.

Director Li heard the old man's voice, and his body slowly approached stiffened, so he had to shake his head helplessly and said, "Teacher, if you miss you, come and see you."

The old man's wrist trembled, and the cicada on the bamboo pole was shaken and frightened: "Yang Mouyi is old, but he can't stand the deputy director of the special bureau."

"Teacher, you did the past too..."

"Director Li doesn't need to say too much. The past is like smoke, and justice lies with others. Yang doesn't want to mention it. Today you are here because the Chairman has something to ask for, right?" The old man first shook the fishing rod, slowly retracted the hook, and then took out a small ball of rice wine from a small iron box and stuck it on the metal hook. He shook his wrist again, and the fishing line threw a charming arc in the air.

"Recently, the two rivers in the south are in turmoil. The bureau has been ambushed by unknown forces at several stations in Zhejiang and Jiangsu. Once, several humanitarian barriers in Zhejiang were lost several times, causing some foreign forces to pour into China from the gap in the humanitarian barrier. The Chairman hopes that you can always take the time to take them away and take them away, and solve the exposed small problems." Director Li said respectfully. He did not have the airs of the special bureau director for the old man in front of him, half because of respect, and the other half because of horror. Even the Chairman was very respectful in front of this old man, let alone a small special bureau director like him.

"The Jiangnan is beautiful, and the scenery has been known for its old experience; the sunrise, the river is redder than the fire, and the river water is green like blue when spring comes. How can I not remember the Jiangnan?" The old man slowly recited Bai Juyi's "Remembering the Jiangnan", his tone was filled with deep nostalgia and sadness: "The scenery of lotus picking in the south of the Yangtze River has been seen for a long time. It just so happened that I had nothing to do recently, so I walked up to the Liangjiang River."

"Really, now it's time. I'll thank Mr. Yang for the comrades in Jiangsu first." Director Li was happy. He didn't expect that the teacher would agree so easily. This time he could make another favor. He didn't have to put down his old face and beg his grandmother to ask his grandmother to support the scene: "The special plane has been prepared, when will he need to pick you up?"

"No need. The old man has been frozen for a hundred years, but he is still used to walking with his legs. You should use those foreign things yourself." As he said that, the fishing rod in his hand trembled violently. The old man exerted his left hand and the fishing line flew out of the water with huge splashes of water and a long black shadow. The old man rubbed his feet on the ground, and his body jumped to the top of the black shadow's head and sat down.

"Dragon...Dragon...Dragon!" The young clerk in the distance was splashed by huge water splashes. He looked very shocked, obviously frightened by the black shadow about ten meters in front of him. He looked closely and saw that his head looked like a camel, his horns were like a deer, his eyes were like a rabbit, his ears were like a snake, his neck was like a mirage, his abdomen was like a carp, his claws were like an eagle, his palms were like a tiger, and his agile dragon body rushed straight into the sky of the sky.

The world is floating without seeing the sky and the earth for a moment, and life and death are false. The emptiness and falseness are not revealed. People are old and do not know sorrow, and they are sad about spring and do not know autumn. The old man rides on the dragon and walks away from the sky, and the spirit lies in the sky, floating and shocking the cicadas, and silence is as if they are shocked by the wild geese.

The young clerk fell out of his arms in panic. Deputy Director Li bent down and dusted the water stains on his trouser legs, picked up the file bag from the ground and took out a basic piece of information from it.

Top Secret: Yang Luchan, born in the fourth year of Jiaqing in the Qing Dynasty, is suspected to be a master of national martial arts in the Grandmaster realm. He is known as the most powerful martial arts master in Huajin, and has entered the realm of Danjin...

In the Legalist Lantai, Building 4, Fengcheng Eighth Road Municipal Party Committee Courtyard, Xi'an City, the Legalist giant Ding Jian and the president of the Xi'an Law Society are listening to their subordinates' reports on the abnormalities in the legal network in Zhejiang and Jiangsu during this period.

The so-called Xi'an Law Society is a national mass group and academic group in the legal and legal circles in Xi'an. The Law Society serves as a bridge and link between the Party and the government and the government and ordinary legal workers and extraordinary people of the Legalists. It is an important force in promoting and strengthening the construction of socialist democratic legal system and a reserve force for the transmission of legal talents. The Society is also an important part of introducing the power of legal networks and building a political and legal front.

The secretary who learned it took fifteen minutes to tell the information about Jiangsu in all aspects. Ding Jian frowned and listened to the secretary's report, holding each other with his hands intertwined. From beginning to end, his face was gloomy and his eyes were dark and deep, and the secretary who looked at it made him feel bleak.

After being silent for a while, Ding Jian raised his head and asked, "Where is Chu Xiao now?"

The secretary closed his eyes slightly, and countless information in the French Open filtered from his brain one by one. A minute later, he opened his tired eyes and said, "President, according to the information feedback from the French Open, Chu Xingzhu is now in S City, Jiangsu, which is the source of the instability of the Jiangsu French Open we discovered."

"Does Lantai have any means to contact him now?" Ding Jian asked.

"Sorry, President. The French Open signal in S City is not good now. We cannot understand the situation through long-distance communications from the French Open. Moreover, Chu Xingzhu's regular communications are not in touch, so..." The secretary said with some embarrassment. He glanced at Ding Jian, feeling uneasy.

"Chu Xiao, what happened in S City?" Ding Jian murmured, then he stood up and said firmly to the secretary: "Legalist Lan Tailing, the French Open Communication will give me 20 hours to contact Chu Xiao continuously. At the same time, for the zombie incident in S City that is circulating online, you can do a detailed accident assessment as soon as possible. Now I need to go to the Xi'an station of the Special Bureau to prepare the car."

"Yes!" The secretary quickly covered the material on his hand and quickly ordered it.

"It's a big deal!" Ding Jian looked at the secretary leaving, holding an old-fashioned hero pen in his left hand, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

(End of this chapter)
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