Chapter 217 Social Terrorism-
“If you want to talk like this, I won’t be sleepy anymore.”
Song Weichen’s eyes were bright, “I was distracted just now, boss, you are the best person. "Okay, can you say it again?"
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In front of half a stick of incense, the sleepy Song Weichen was pulled by Mo Tingfeng to output information as soon as he opened his eyes. The information density was comparable to that of Ji Bai The continuous bombing of the headquarters that day was, no, even more extreme than that day. It was completely directed atomic bombing.
Mo Tingfeng was not idle at all that night. He had mastered all the mental formulas for controlling puppets. He had even helped Song Weichen to completely plan the "learning progress". He practiced the mental techniques for three hours a day, and then went out to memorize them. 100 English words... uh no, transform and absorb 100 little puppet fragments.
She was initially confused, but after hearing about "controlling phantoms and beasts", "developing hidden skills" and "leveling up combat power", she suddenly became interested and her eyes were like a deer. Open your eyes wide open.
She has her plan.
If the plan goes well, Mo Tingfeng will completely forget about her once Chinese Valentine's Day is over, and it will no longer be possible to protect her as well as he does now.
At that time, she even had to pay attention to avoid Zhuang Yuheng. The two of them were always together. It would be difficult to explain if Mo Tingfeng bumped into him frequently. She died in vain because of the taboo of "the pain of being bitten by thunder, the body and soul will be destroyed, and she will fall into the night forever".
So after Mo Tingfeng successfully lifted the ban on love-killing and walked in the sleep world, she really had to rely on herself - even if she didn't have this opportunity, she would still have to find some ways to learn some means of self-protection.
This puppet control technique was like a savior that came to her door. She wished she could offer the jade pendant with three sticks of incense every day.
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"Are you listening?"
Mo Tingfeng obviously felt that she was distracted again...
"Listen, listen! I swear on my 'Peak King' account that I will study hard! If I don't take it seriously, I will be punished and I will never be able to remember the game login password again!"
"Boss, you said you would wait until I learned it. Does the system give me a golden finger after I master the puppet control technique? Or do I get a strong female upgrade script? Become a powerful heroine? What a great story!"
Now Mo Tingfeng looked confused, "What kind of finger upgrade, what kind of scumbag script?"
“Forget it, you won’t understand anyway, I’m just making an analogy.”
"Weiwei, what did you mean by what you said before? Oh, your metaphor is very good, but I'd better not use metaphors in the future..."
Song Weichen laughed heartlessly and jumped out of bed.
"Okay, okay, Teacher Mo, the spring night is short, let's hurry up and start class now!"
The corner of Mo Tingfeng's mouth twitched, if it weren't for Song Weichen, she would be in such a mental state , he really didn’t want to teach him personally...
But who told her to be Song Weichen?
The little man had a good face at the moment and was standing in front of him with a smile. Mo Tingfeng's heart moved and he couldn't help but pull her into his arms, his expressions as expressive as silk.
“Tell me to take a good look at you first.”
He gently cupped her face and gently brushed her face and eyebrows with his fingertips, making Song Weichen itchy. He smiled and avoided it but couldn't get away. Take off.
"I miss you so much."
He dropped a kiss on her forehead.
"Thank God for letting you stand in front of me."
Mo Tingfeng placed a kiss on the tip of her nose.
"Wei Wei, we should never be separated forever."
He was about to kiss her, but was interrupted by a sudden knock on the door.
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Knock knock.
Gu Yu's voice sounded outside the door, "Sir, the crime writing department is here to report the closing of the ghost husband case and is waiting in your study."
"I understand."
Mo Tingfeng replied angrily, somewhat impatiently.
He still wanted to continue, but was blocked by Song Weichen, "Are you trying to be that stupid king who doesn't go to court early? Go ahead and go."
Business is important, how can he stay here and have a long relationship with his daughter?
"You go first, I'll be here soon."
Song Weichen said, taking Mo Tingfeng's hand away from his face, and took the white robe from the screen first. To put it on, she had to put on her "waistcoat" so that Gu Yu could come in and wash her.
Although the roof of the Lord's Mansion that was damaged by Mo Tingfeng has been repaired, Bai Pao did not take it back and Si Chen did not mention moving it. How could anyone else dare to suggest it, let alone Mo Tingfeng even Let several people who served Song Weichen live in the ear room of Tingfeng Mansion. "Sima Zhao's heart" should not be too obvious, so the Lord's Mansion was empty like that.
However, the servants are not too surprised. After all, it is a semi-public secret of the Si Chen Mansion that my master’s heart is towards the White-robed Venerable...
Therefore, Guyu has long been used to it being common for Master Sichen to stay in the white-robed room all day long. Not only is it not strange, he is even "secretly happy". He is struggling with life and death day by day, just like Song Weichen's Weifen plus Songmo. CP fan, she wants the two adults to stick together and make it official as soon as possible!
If it weren’t for the people from the case-writing department who were going to the Landlord’s Mansion to deliver the closed case files, she wouldn’t have wanted to come to the door.
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Song Weichen quickly finished packing and went to Mo Tingfeng's study.
At first glance, I saw an unfamiliar face. He looked about twenty-four or five years old. He was of medium height and fair-skinned. He was a little fat man rarely seen in Sichen Mansion. He looked chubby, and his voice was like gold and jade, and he was very pleasant. It's a pity that he spoke too quietly, and he was giving a case closing report to Mo Tingfeng with a nervous look on his face.
"Where's Uncle Fei?"
The case-writing department has always been in charge of the copying officer, Uncle Fei. She naturally thought he was there, but apart from the host, there was no trace of Uncle Fei among the remaining people in the room. . After looking around quickly, Song Weichen's eyes returned to the cautious little fat man.
"Who is this brother? I don't think I have seen you before."
Song Weichen walked to the side of the desk very naturally and sat next to Mo Tingfeng.
"Qi, Venerable Qi, his subordinate is called Meng Mengda. He serves as the chief case coordinator in the case writing department and is responsible for sorting out and reviewing information when major cases are closed. Uncle Fei has taken leave of absence due to urgent matters. , I specially ordered my subordinates to come down and report to the Lord.”
When Meng Mengda said these words, he did not dare to raise his head to look at Song Weichen. He swallowed several times unconsciously and was obviously very nervous.
"Meng Mengda?"
Song Weichen couldn't help but burst into laughter, wondering which good person would give such a cute little brother such an arrogant name.
"You are so cute, it would be more appropriate to call you 'Meng Meng Da'."
She was joking with him, she might as well lower Mengmengda's head lower and even the tips of his ears would be red. .
"Mengmengda, I bet you must be an I person. We call people like you 'social phobia'. The symptoms are fear of speaking in public and instinctive resistance to getting along with unfamiliar people. Seeing you like this, I I'm afraid I'm not too young anymore."
"Sir, don't make fun of me. If you are afraid of talking to others, don't blame me for being disrespectful." Meng Mengda was at a loss, and his embarrassment was visible to the naked eye. Ting Feng really couldn't stand it anymore.
“Wei Wei, don’t be naughty.”
“Mengda has been an assistant in the case writing department for many years and is very good at handling complex cases. His ability to sort out and restore cases can be seen throughout Si Chen. No one in the city can match him, and Meng Da also has a very special ability - to infer the appearance of the murderer and the circumstances of the crime based on the weapon, so there is almost no chance of making a mistake. "
"So powerful!"
Song Weichen's eyes flashed with stars, and she suddenly remembered the jade pendant on her body. Although it was not a murder weapon, after all, there was a lot of blood in the battle in the south. If Mengmeng took a look, I wonder if she could tell. What's the origin?
As soon as I thought of it, my hands started to dig into the inner pocket of my breast.
"Please help me take a look at this..."
Pop!
Mo Tingfeng suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed it, uh, onto Song Weichen's chest. The scene was strangely ambiguous for a moment.
"Song Weichen!"
"Don't be ridiculous."
Mo Tingfeng's face turned red but he stopped himself. Fortunately, he realized in time that what she wanted to take out was What, if Meng Mengda sees it, it will be inferred that Song Weichen is related to the puppet energy, which will be a big trouble!
This little girl is so disturbing!
Song Weichen didn't know that Mo Tingfeng had so much on his mind, but there must be a reason for him to stop him like this, so he stopped angrily.
But in just such a moment, Song Weichen opened and closed the inner pocket of his chest, which made Meng Mengda wrinkle his nose.
He was no longer afraid, but took the initiative to take two steps towards her. He closed his eyes and raised his fleshy palm to Song Weichen, and slowly fanned it towards his nose, as if he was "picking up" her. Carefully smell the breath leaking from the inner pocket of your chest.
Song Weichen was stunned for a moment, sitting on the chair and not daring to move.
“A flying arrow was shot, and the arrowhead had rust spots. No, no, it’s not rust spots, it’s the coagulated blood of the dead. Blood, a lot of blood... The snow was flying and blending, and the flowers on the other side of the ground... …”
"The man... a young man with a Chinese character face, holding a big knife with an iron ring on the back, killed many people. He was both the murderer and the victim."
Hearing this, Song Weichen understood, this cute Mengda doesn't look cute at all now, even a little scary. He doesn't know what method he used, but he actually "saw" the scene of Huang Hu, the owner of the jade pendant, fighting in the southern border. If she hadn't seen those scenes roughly in the illusion before, she would have thought that Meng Mengda was bluffing.
And obviously he spoke in more detail and was more immersive.
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“Such a familiar smell...”
Meng Mengda frowned, sniffed deeply for a few times, suddenly opened his eyes, and stared straight into Song Weichen's eyes without moving.
Song Weichen felt inexplicably guilty when she saw it, and her palms were sweating. What kind of club is he in? I'm afraid he is not the kind that makes society afraid... She shrank into the chair without leaving a trace, She half-closed her eyes, not daring to look at him.
"Mengmengda, I, I'm just a little curious...how do you manage to be both socially responsible and involved in terrorism..."
Meng Mengda turned a deaf ear to Song Weichen's words. He didn't care at all. Unaffected, he closed his eyes again and soaked in the smell.
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"Si Chen, in the black cloak, I saw it. It's the former Si Chen, Ji Baishou, Lord Ji."
Hearing this, Mo Tingfeng was secretly shocked. Apparently Meng Mengda had "seen" the scene very close to him. , Ji Baishou did touch the jade pendant when he was in the basement of Wu Nian Mansion. His energy is self-evident, and he is several orders of magnitude stronger than Song Weichen. He is naturally more recognizable, but it is hard to tell if he continues to look at it. There's no telling what Meng Mengda will "see".
...And this is the ability he showed even without touching the jade pendant. It is really terrifying.
"Mengda! Okay, stop."
Mo Tingfeng spoke calmly.
"Your Majesty has always been unruly, so this is an object that is not worth the effort to study. Weiwei picked it up from the ruins of the battlefield. My predecessor, Si Chen, did play with it, so it doesn't matter. Let's go back to the ghost husband case."
"Huh? Oh! It's... it's... Tang, that's too abrupt!"
Meng Mengda then realized that he had lost his composure, and hurriedly stepped back for a while, then recovered. Despite his restrained appearance, he continued to state the case stumblingly. Although he looked trembling, the content of the narrative was extremely organized and clear. He stripped down the ins and outs of the ghost husband case and analyzed it one by one.
Mo Tingfeng nodded frequently after hearing this, but Song Weichen was shocked by the skills Meng Mengda had just displayed. He was a little dazed for a moment, and his thoughts drifted along the southern battlefield to Huangjiacun... Huang Zhenyun, Brother Yang, Legs and Feet Uncle Liu, the bad village head, Aunt Zhang who gave her sweet potatoes at the west end of the village, Aunt Chen who gave her eggs at the east end of the village...
Song Weichen suddenly missed them.
It's a pity that they were just a big dream created by Grandma Huang for herself, and she accidentally fell into it, and she was addicted to the dream for a long time.
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“Weiwei, Weiwei?”
Hearing Mo Tingfeng call her, Song Weichen came back to his senses.
"Do you have any more questions? I think Mengda has sorted it out clearly, accurately and completely. You can send the file to the Border Lord's Mansion to close the case."
Song Weichen nodded, "It must be fine if you think it's good."
"I'm resigning."
Mengmeng Dalisuo turned around, lowered his head and looked intently, as if he was being chased by a wild dog. As if walking towards the door with short legs, she was extremely frightened.
“Wait.”
Unexpectedly, Song Weichen opened his mouth and called him.
Ten Thousand turned around reluctantly and stopped in place, still lowering his head. "Your Majesty, do you have any other instructions?"
"Have you been to Xiaoguozhuang when you were sorting out the case? How does that place look now? Is the water in Mianhu Lake paid off? It's a pity that it is eaten in this season "There is no Hehuayu."
Huangjiacun was in ruins due to the sky fire decades ago. It was later renamed Xiaoguozhuang and has become more prosperous in recent years. Song Weichen remembered this information very much. I want to take a look. Although the village and people are gone, the water of Mianhu Lake should still be there.
Water has memory. Even though it was the place where she had played in the fantasy world, Song Weichen firmly believed that the water in Mianhu Lake would remember her, or at least the water would remember her.
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Song Weichen's question made Meng Mengda startled. He looked really "cute" and hesitated for a long time before speaking.
"Honored Sir, what is the Xiaoguozhuang you are talking about?"
"What?"
Song Weichen was shocked now, she couldn't believe it Looking at Mo Tingfeng, his lips trembled but he couldn't ask anything. Could it be that Xiao Guozhuang also suffered from sky fire or some other accident? Could it be that now... there is no such "place of psychological compensation" anymore?
Song Weichen’s eyes turned red.
Mo Tingfeng looked at what Song Weichen wanted to say, but then turned to look at Meng Mengda and waved lightly, "Mengda, you go first, the realm master is waiting there."
Meng Mengda As if he had received amnesty, he "escaped" as if he was flying. Only then did Mo Tingfeng look at Song Weichen and gently held her hand.
“You must have been distracted just now.”
“Wei Wei, Xiao Guozhuang is indeed gone. Because of your relationship... Because of your relationship, Huangjiacun has not disappeared. To this day, It’s still called Huangjiacun!”