Night’s Nomenclature

The most daunting thing about the unexpected is that you don't know when it's going to happen.

So facing such an opponent, you can only be extremely careful and vigilant, and be ready to resolve the crisis at any time.

Over time, people who are worried every day will fall into mental anxiety, have trouble sleeping, be unable to concentrate on anything, and even fall into panic paranoia.

This kind of thing can be prevented for one day, but not for one year.

Qingchen's Seventh Group had just gone to the Third Intelligence Division to arrest someone, but they were immediately targeted by Xingxing.

For a person like him, worries will arise in his heart from time to time.

It is conceivable that during the Four Shadows Battle, even if the other candidates were still alive and participating, their spirits must have been extremely exhausted.

Of course, there is a better way, which is to end the fate of the person who writes the fate of others.

Just like the simplest truth, if you can't solve the problem, then solve the person who created the problem.

Let others follow your lead instead of you following theirs...

Moreover, Qingchen felt that it was a pity to be lucky enough to get this forbidden item, because there were obviously better ways to use it.

Of course, now is not the time. The most important thing for Qingchen now is to prepare for the deal with Jingbian, the god of gods, in two days.

Qingchen picked up the phone and dialed Qing Zhun's cell phone: "Have you found it?"

Qing Zhun responded with a smile: "It's easier to find than expected. There are three traitors in total. How should we deal with them?"

Qingchen was silent for two seconds: "Is there any evidence?"

"have."

"Transfer directly to the prosecutor's office for prosecution."

"Won't you kill them?" Qing Zhun said with a smile: "The inspector seems to be very kind, but if the price of betrayal is too small, someone will betray him in the future."

Qingchen thought for a moment and said, "I admit that what you said makes sense, but they were already incited to rebel before I came, so they can't go back."

"Okay, the boss has the final say!" Qing Zhun responded with a smile: "I will start the prosecution process here, so you don't have to worry."

In Qingchen's view, the difference between Qing Zhun and Qing Hua is that although the other has never returned home, his abilities are extremely mysterious.

For example, this time he told Qing Zhun to catch the traitor, and it only took the other party six hours to catch the traitor.

The other party is like a bystander wandering on the edge of the Seventh Group of the Intelligence Division. He has never sympathized with the agents, and has never had a sense of belonging to the Seventh Group of the Intelligence Division.

Qing Chen read the other party's information and found out that Qing Zhun came here half a year ago and never did anything.

Originally, Qing Hua thought Qing Zhun was coming to take over the position of inspector, but after he arrived, he ate and waited for death every day until Qing Chen arrived.

In fact, Qingchen had always had a guess about Qing Zhun's identity, but it had never been confirmed.

He walked towards another block. As he was walking, he suddenly saw several students walking on the long street, handing out leaflets to pedestrians.

This scene seemed familiar. He had also seen it on the light rail train in City No. 10.

Those students' faces were filled with enthusiasm and ideals, and they told passers-by about the demonstrations they would hold in ten days and their hopes for educational reform.

A student walked up to Qingchen: "Classmate, which school are you from?"

Qingchen thought for a moment and said, "From the No. 1 high school in District 5."

The student smiled and said, "Then you must be very good at studying. It's hard to get into No. 1 High School. By the way, this is our parade flyer. Do you want to know about it?"

At this moment, what Qingchen was thinking about was that Yangyang had said that she would come to City 10 to organize a student demonstration on behalf of Spades.

So, if the parade takes place 10 days later, does this mean that Yangyang is probably already in the city by this time?

Qingchen asked curiously: "Is there a girl named Yangyang among the organizers of your parade?"

A female classmate shook her head: "No."

"Well, thank you," Qingchen turned and left. He did not intend to participate in the parade.

As an inspector of Group 7 of the PCA Intelligence Division 1, it would be inappropriate to participate in the parade.

The next second, a male classmate said: "Classmate, you may think that our demonstration has nothing to do with you. Most people think so. But this time the federal education system oppresses us, and you didn't stand up. Next Once the federal consortium oppressed workers, you didn't stand up. When one day you also face the oppression of the consortium, no one will stand up!"

Qingchen turned around and said seriously: "I admire your courage, but I really can't participate in this parade, I'm sorry."

The students didn't say anything else, didn't use any harsh words, they just watched Qingchen leave quietly.

This made Qingchen realize that there were mature organizers of this student demonstration. They understood very well that the demonstration required restraint. Even if they could not win over those who agreed, they could not push away potential passers-by.

The march is for the right demands, so use the right behavior.

The success of the march in City 18 has had a profound impact on the entire federation. The most excited ones are the students everywhere.

Qingchen took two steps and suddenly heard someone shouting: "Who asked you to distribute flyers here?"

One student explained: “We have received approval for the march, why can’t we hand out leaflets?”

"That's not okay, no leaflets are allowed here!"

Qingchen turned around and saw three agents from the PCE Public Security Management Committee blocking the students' way.

The detectives had batons in their hands and were about to snatch the flyers away from the students.

He sighed and walked back: "As far as I know, if the march is approved, then it is reasonable and legal to distribute leaflets."

A PCE agent looked at Qingchen: "Go away and stop meddling in other people's business."

Qingchen didn't say much. He took out his ID and held it up in front of the PCE agent: "I hope you will have the courage to say such things to me after reading this."

The next moment, the PCE agent was shocked when he saw the ID: "Sorry, sir, I didn't know it was you, you..."

Qingchen waved his hand: "Go."

After saying that, the PCE agent pulled two colleagues and turned around and left.

The students who handed out leaflets watched the agents leave in confusion. When they came to their senses again, Qingchen was nowhere to be seen.

In the minds of the students, only the figure in the white sportswear was left, clean and flawless.

A female student picked up her cell phone and dialed: "Sister Yangyang, a young man just saw us handing out flyers and asked us if we knew you. In order not to expose you, we said we didn't. However, he seemed to be a very good person. Big official, the PCE agent was trying to steal our leaflets, but ran away as soon as he saw his ID."

The girl on the other side of the phone smiled and said, "What is he wearing?"

The female student said: "A white sportswear."

Yangyang smiled and said: "Still wearing this white sportswear... If you see him again next time, you can just say that you know him."

"Ah?" the female student asked curiously: "Sister Yangyang, do you know him?"

"We've known each other for a long time."

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There are only 12 hours left before the trading god Jingbian.

However, Inspector Qingchen from the Seventh Group of the Intelligence Division seemed to have disappeared from the world and no one could be found.

It stands to reason that there are a lot of intelligence personnel in this No. 10 city now, and it is not difficult to find one.

But two strange things happened in this city. One was the disappearance of the shadow candidate Qingyuan, and the other was the disappearance of the seven inspectors. No matter how hard they looked for it, they could not be found.

Team 7 was not in a hurry. After all, Qinghua still received news and orders from the boss every day. At least they knew that the supervisor was fine.

But it was different for the other intelligence groups. They cast their nets all over the world to get information, for fear that the Inspector of Group 7 might be up to something again.

The scariest thing is not that there is a palm-sized hairy spider crawling in the house.

But just when you wanted to shoot it to death, it disappeared...

Yesterday, when three agents from Group 7 were prosecuted by Qing Zhun, there was an uproar in the Intelligence Unit Building.

Normally, if a traitor is caught in a place like this, he will be executed secretly, but this is the first time that he has been prosecuted.

Several inspectors were wondering, would all seven groups of agents be a little panicked at this time?

You must know that every time there is a purge within the organization, some innocent people will be implicated. After all, catching a traitor is quite paradoxical. You can't tell who is and who is not.

It’s easy to make people panic when catching a traitor.

But here's the problem. Several other intelligence teams suddenly discovered a problem. After the three traitors were caught, the matter did not expand, but quickly calmed down.

The seven groups of detectives seemed to have been drugged with ecstasy. They didn't take this matter to heart at all and continued to "do things" in the big office on the third floor.

At this time, Qinghua was sitting cross-legged on the floor practicing cultivation. Qingyi walked in the big office and gave everyone empowerment from time to time, and then returned to the office to cultivate his own energy channels.

Originally, the agents were a little worried about the side effects of this cultivation method. After all, the cultivation methods on the market had too many side effects, and they might turn themselves into a joke.

However, when they saw that Qingyi was also practicing this quasi-tiktok method, they immediately felt relieved.

Qing Zhun sat next to Qing Hua with his legs crossed and took a bite of an apple: "Hey, where did our inspector go? Probably one-third of the intelligence agents in the city are looking for him. As a result, I just couldn’t find it!”

Qinghua said nothing and continued to concentrate on his practice.

Qing Zhun continued: "We are going to trade Jindai Jingbei tonight, are you panicking?"

Qinghua still didn't speak.

Qingzhun: "You said..."

Qing Hua couldn't bear it anymore: "Brother, can you talk to someone else? My cultivation talent is not good to begin with. If you do this, the agents have all been promoted, and I am still stuck in Xiao Zhoutian! Also, don't you need to practice? ?!”

Qing Zhun laughed happily and said: "I am an awakened person and I don't practice. Forget it, you can practice. I'll chat with someone else."

After saying that, he walked aside and squatted next to Yang Xuyang: "Hey, where do you think our inspector will go?"

Yang Xuyang: "..."

The detectives in the office almost felt that Inspector Qingzhun could become stronger by absorbing other people's negative emotions?

And Qing Zhun is thinking about Qing Chen.

At this time, he had changed his clothes and changed his face with the forbidden ACE005 Dafu, and stood on a wide street in the third district.

He walked into a coffee shop and bought a cup of Southwest coffee leisurely.

There is no American style, latte, or cappuccino in this world. Almost all coffee beans in the entire Federation are produced in the southwest region. The Li family, the Qing family, and the Chen family all have production bases for planting.

So, there’s just Southwestern coffee here.

Coffee is shipped from the southwest, so transportation costs are very high, and it is something enjoyed by the rich and powerful.

Coffee shops are also unique to the Upper Third District. They are also found in the Fourth and Fifth Districts of some cities. Many people in the Federation are even proud to have visited a coffee shop once.

After Qingchen got the coffee, he sat silently in front of the transparent glass window and looked outside.

No one knew what he was observing.

The next moment, Qingchen glanced at the time, stood up and walked outside.

At this time, the sun was shining brightly outside, and a convoy of three vehicles in a row was approaching quickly in the distance.

Qingchen walked on the sidewalk, facing the approaching motorcade.

While walking, he took out his hands from his pockets and dropped a wallet in his pockets to the ground.

A man not far away saw this scene, immediately ran over, picked up the wallet, and then ran in the opposite direction.

However, the man ran too fast and accidentally knocked a woman walking her dog to the ground.

After the woman fell to the ground, the dog leash she was holding fell out of her hands, and the huge pet dog ran wildly towards the middle of the road.

In order to avoid the pet dog, an oncoming car turned straight towards the oncoming convoy.

With a roar, the leading car and the out-of-control vehicle were unable to avoid each other and collided.

The woman who fell, the man who picked up the wallet, the running dog, the car that collided were all tied together by a wallet that fell to the ground.

It's like someone holds a key called destiny and opens a new door.

With a click, the car door opened.

A bodyguard got out of the car to check the situation. After he understood what happened, he walked back to the car and whispered: "Boss, it was an accident."

Qingwen, who was sitting in the back seat of the executive-class car, looked livid. He murmured in a low voice: "I'm glad...it's not over, right?"

"Boss, what should we do now?" the security guard asked in a low voice.

"Cover me to change cars, leave one person here to deal with the traffic accident, and the others will escort me home," Qingwen said calmly.

After the vehicle left, Qingchen walked in another direction, which was Qingwu's usual way home.

And Qingchen also helped Yuxi prepare an accident for Qingwu.

I'm afraid I am lucky to have never imagined that there are still people in this world who can use their brains to replicate the accidents he created.

In fact, Qingchen had tried his best to plan for accidents, but it was still a bit difficult for one person to plan for accidents.

Qing Wen just planned that he must sprinkle some canine food attractants in the middle of the road, otherwise he would not be able to make the pet dogs run wildly into the middle of the road.

Therefore, the accident caused by Qingchen was flawed. If someone carefully investigates this place and finds the attractants on the ground, it will be proved that this was a man-made accident.

But none of this is important. What is important is to be happy to hear and to be grateful for what you have done.

Fortunately, he is protected by the security personnel assigned by his parents on weekdays. Unless Qingchen takes the risk of being targeted by the Qing family during the day and uses his virtue to convince people, there is nothing he can do about being lucky for the time being.

The sound of gunshots used to convince people with virtue is unique and easily recognized.

If he kills Xing Xiang, then he will have to face Xing Xing’s parents’ unrelenting pursuit, right?

However, when you are temporarily unable to defeat an enemy, you can find a few more enemies for this enemy.

In this way, many people will target him together!

Now that Keiichi is being protected by the Intelligence Unit, he is about to become the most powerful shadow candidate. I am afraid that many people will target him.

Therefore, it seems interesting to cover up Keiichi's light with the light of luck.

"Interesting," Qingchen said.

I don't know when he started to have the same hobby as Mr. Qing's shadow.

Customers in the coffee shop and passers-by on the roadside were all pointing at this sudden accident, but Qingchen, the instigator, had long gone away.

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At nightfall, Fortunately, I was quietly playing with an old matchbox at home, and the matches accumulated in the box made a clattering sound.

Taboo ACE054 A worn-out matchbox will produce an extra match every day, and it will not disappear even if it is not used.

Fortunately, when he got the matchbox, it was full and he has not used it up to this day.

He recalled the scene yesterday afternoon. The young man in the firelight, his eyes seemed to penetrate the flames as if they could penetrate time and space, which invisibly shocked his mind.

Can the other party see me?

You shouldn't be able to see it.

Fortunately, he thought with a cold face. Find the bookstore www.zhaoshuyuan.com

Just then, a call came in. He glanced at it and saw it was Qingwen.

"Hey, Qingwen," Xingxi said calmly.

But I heard Qingwen on the other side of the phone say: "I don't care how you did it, but if you use that inexplicable ability on me again, we will fight to the death."

After saying that, Qingwen hung up the phone.

Fortunately, he stayed on the sofa for a long time. The accident he arranged for Qingwen happened a long time ago. Why did the other party suddenly call now?

Fortunately, I instinctively felt something was wrong, but I didn't know what was wrong.

Before he could figure out what the problem was, Qingwu also called.

"Hey, Qing Wu," Xing Xiang said.

On the phone, Qingwu said coldly: "If you dare to use your ability on me again, I will twist your head off."

After saying that, Qingwu also hung up the phone.

Fortunately, I felt aggrieved. He really had never arranged Qing Wu's fate, because Qing Wu's level was much higher than him, and he had no way to affect the other party's fate.

The explanation of this principle is also very simple: Qing Wu’s life is relatively hard...

Fortunately, he slowly thought about it. Could it be that Qingwen and Qingwu both encountered accidents on the same day, and then put the blame on themselves?

He suddenly realized a problem. If everyone started to doubt him, would everyone blame him for any accidents in the future?

Wait, could someone deliberately create an accident and then frame him?

Fortunately, he was a little hesitant, because he was not sure if anyone in this world could do this.

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A 5,000-word chapter. Today, 10,000 words have been updated. I still owe Yanmeng 1 update, and I still owe 5 updates.

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