The signboard of Xiao’s father’s resort villa is “the city back garden, spiritual resting place”, and every grass and tree inside is to let guests relax.

As a result, the atmosphere in this leisure resort is so tense that it is about to be broken at any time.

The viewing villa has become the office of the Huang Bureau. The hot spring spa room below is temporarily used as a contact station for the general dispatch room. The phone calls are connected. Whether it is field or logistics, no one dares to close his eyes a day and night, and the whole person becomes a rabbit, for fear that the situation will further get out of control.

"The heads of branches in various places have instructed me," at sunset, Xiao Zheng went to report to Huang Bureau. The young master's hair was still on vacation, but his stubble was active, and a layer appeared lushly, surrounding his face. "In principle, no active use of force will be allowed, and no accidental casualties of ordinary people will be allowed. If there are conditions in various places, they are now rushing to make echo sound shields. I will let them send as much as they can, and first do the mountainous areas and suburbs with many trees and grasses. Where the echo sound is too dense - forests, the heavy rain in various areas has rushed to organize residents."

Director Huang took a few sips of strong tea: "Where are those two? Or can't you get in touch?"

Xiao Zheng shook his head: "I promised to come back before dark, but there is no news yet - not only them, but the entire Biquanshan branch is disconnected now. It seems that all communication signals are blocked and the operator is undergoing maintenance. I have asked the nearby branch to send someone there."

"Think about the better," Director Huang comforted, "If only the Biquanshan Branch is missing, we will be out of reach now. How worried and scared we will be. Now that we know that the two have passed, we can at least feel at ease. And if they suddenly go to Biquanshan at this time, they must have discovered something."

Xiao Zheng was about to say something, but Huya accidentally touched the ulcer in his mouth. He was so sore that he gasped and almost burst into tears: "Director Huang, how can he keep thinking about the benefits like you?"

"It'll be great when you get older."

When you get older, you will know that time cannot be passed, the past cannot be recovered, and the things you lost will never come back. The deep and shallow ground are all sad things in your life.

What else can you do except not looking or thinking, walking forward with your neck stammering?

"There are always more difficult methods than difficulties, comrade." Director Huang took out a bottle of herbal tea from the small refrigerator next to him and threw it to him. "We usually have to prevent leaks, but once the secret is leaked, it is difficult to collect the water. We have to make other plans. Mirror Flower Water Moon Butterfly is a scandal. If something happens, the consequences must be borne by us. What we can do now is to do our best to save the situation."

Xiao Zheng swallowed herbal tea with difficulty, feeling that this thing was a bottle of diluted Huoxiang Zhengqi Water, bitter and astringent, and was produced purely to retaliate against the society. He sighed weakly: "Okay, now all places should be controlled. There are not so many people in the Celestial Sect. Apart from the evil words, they can't make any tricks. They will never be worse than the current situation..."

Ping Qian Ru Ru with sparks on her eyebrows, she ran in with a blazing bear: "Director Huang! Director Xiao! There is an emergency!"

Xiao Zheng: “…”

Director Huang looked at Xiao Zheng with a lustful look on his face, took out a bottle of quick-acting heart-saving pill from his pocket, and asked Ping Qianru: "What's wrong? What's the emergency? Tell me slowly."

Ping Qianru's throat slashed: "The echo sound has changed!"

Chiyuan—

Looking at a hillside in the Grand Canyon, the dead trees were entangled by soft vines, and half of the mountain was covered with green ivy leaves.

A man "analyzed" from the thick green waves.

Luo Cuicui used to have only nails, hair, etc. that could turn into green ivy vines. At this time, his whole body had been half plant-like. It is hard to say that it was because of the vines on human body or the individuals had formed in the vines.

The drooping vines of the green ivy pulled his facial features downwards, and his face changed, as if he had been hanging for thousands of years.

"They want me in the whole country now, right?" Luo Cuicui said softly to herself, "You said that my ability is so good that I can cut a few green leaves to serve as a foil for bouquets. Is it useless to use it? I also have to leave energy files for them to track them easily. Hey, it's better for you to have nothing."

A pair of soft-soled leather shoes walked towards him "rustling" on the branches and leaves on the ground.

Luo Cuicui didn't look back and called out the identity of the person behind her: "Is it right, Director Gong?"

The visitor lifted the green ivy curtain and walked out of the forest.

He looked at him in his sixties, wearing glasses, long face, tall and thin, and gentle. He could vaguely see that he was not bad when he was young, but a pair of nasolabial folds were deep and long, as if cut out by a knife, extending all the way to his chin, dividing the lower half of his face clearly, adding a bit of cool and fierce look - this was actually the legendary former director of the aftermath department who had been unconscious in a strange way, Gong Chenggong.

Gong Chenggong was both a participant in the Mirror Flower Water Moon Butterfly incident and a "victim". Until he disappeared out of thin air under the noses of a dozen elites, the Bureau of Different Controls believed that he had been tempted by some of the fieldwork who had high status and was later unconscious, and was also a very capable person who was afraid that he would reveal his secrets.

Everyone knows that he is not a good thing, but no one has ever regarded him as a serious villain.

After all, Gong Chenggong is just an ordinary person. How capable can an ordinary person be?

He was always a little greedy and took the opportunity to make some money for himself. The bad idea of ​​using butterflies to conceal the number of deaths was definitely not what he thought - the high-voltage line of "fifteen people" was not pressed on the logistics line, so why did he?

"What is the file? With your current specialty level, I don't believe they can find you by following the old file," Gong Chenggong said, looking down at his hands that stretched out - a faint light flashed in the palm of this "ordinary man". Gong Chenggong lowered his head, buried his face in his palm, and took a deep breath intoxicatedly, "When Chiyuan is completely unblocked, I will soon be no longer an 'ordinary man'."

The mountains around the Chiyuan Grand Canyon were already entangled with mutant plants, and they stared at the invisible altar in the depths of Chiyuan, three layers inside and three layers outside. When the night cooled, the dusk stars were stained with blood, and the dense forest steamed out of thin water vapor, like a forest miasma.

The Chiyuan Grand Canyon is very quiet. The plants all over the world are growing wildly. Only here keeps the original appearance without moving, like a calm eye of a typhoon. At this time, the sunset dissipates and stars are everywhere. It seems that dark red light flows over the Chiyuan Grand Canyon. The seal with the aura of ancient divine birds is tied to the fire guardian, suppressing the ready-to-moving earth fire.

A white shadow came out of the fog, with a tall crown and a beautiful outline. It was the white shadow who claimed to be "Demon King Jiushen" in the building of the Extraordinary Control Bureau.

"Jiu Tender" nodded from afar to Luo Cuicui and Gong Chenggong, and opened his hand to grab a ball of wind. The wind rolled up the thick fog around him, and it rolled a few times in his palm like a whirlwind. Before he could roll, a fire light appeared in the Chiazuku, colliding with the airflow.

"The Vermillion Bird Bones Seal is three thousand years old, and now it is only the last time you have to be strong. It is still so awesome and powerful." "Jiu Tender" retracted his hand, licked the burn on the back of his hand, smiled, and turned to Luo Cuicui, "My 'Bi Tao Great Sage', can I add more fire to them?"

Luo Cuicui's green face habitually showed a flattering smile: "My business."

He actually doesn't just know how to flatter and paddle. As a veteran in the aftermath, before Bi Chunsheng transferred to the spiritual department, he was responsible for the operation of the echo audio. The echo sound seemed simple and crude, but in fact it had a technical content. After all, no one does not have the overwhelming mental power of the demon.

To correct a person's memory, it requires a lot of off-site guidance and a lot of skills to achieve a big impact. Sometimes you even have to spend ten days and half a month on a target, repeatedly strengthen the suggestion and careful adjustments, so that the target can return to normal life safely without leaving any hidden dangers.

Very labor-consuming.

But logistics, this effort doesn't count. After all, they just followed the "cleaners" who cleaned the battlefield after the heroes in the field charge.

Luo Cuicui opened her chest and there was a miniature echoing audio inside, leading the blood vessels on one end and countless green ivy vines on the other end. He closed his eyes and gently tweaked and adjusted the audio on the echoing audio. The echoing audio waves were transmitted to the ground through the green ivy vines, and then spread the information to all directions through the interlaced root system of plants.

The echoes linger around everyone, pouring in thickly from people's unprepared orifices, seducing thoughts that are dim and difficult to understand in people's hearts.

Special talents are afraid, ordinary people are also afraid, and people in the cracks are at a loss.

The echoes will arouse people's resonance. As the controller, Luo Cuicui can't help but immerse herself in it, remembering what happened a long time ago.

He was born in a remote county town and awakened to the special talent at the age of nine. At that time, the special talent screening system was not fully constructed. No one found this small green bud, and no one took him to the hospital.

During his long youth, no one taught Luo Cuicui what special abilities were and how to control his unique body. She would grow leaves on her body after running a few steps in school. He thought he was a monster and dared not let people know that he only wore loose clothes like sacks. He never dared to raise his chest and raised his head. When the leaves grew, he hid in the toilet and cut it secretly. He was so scared that he cut out his flesh and used a knife to dig out the buds. The wounds were often inflamed and pus, mixed with the fishy smell in the leaves. He always smelled like a rotten corpse.

The alien cannot survive well. He is worried about his secrets and is bullied and enjoyed by others.

Until he was robbed by a drunken hooligan while working in another place and stabbed him. If the leaves on his body had not tied the wound, he might have died that day. He used the leaves to cover his intestines, climbed to the hospital, and saved his life. He was lucky in disguise, and he was finally discovered by the Special Organization.

He thought that he could find his own position and be a person with integrity from now on. But he didn't expect that in his organization, he was still a marginal person.

There are too many plant systems, and it is difficult to make a name for themselves unless they are particularly outstanding or have the ability of other genealogies. Moreover, with his natural weak special abilities, they cannot enter the Ministry of Safety. Ordinary people do not regard him as human beings, and special abilities do not regard him as a special abilities. Once they changed their work permits, they simply mistakenly recorded his identity as an ordinary person.

How ridiculous. If he was an ordinary person, why would he suffer for half his life?

Echo sound is a medium, and some particularly keen mental specialties can feel its existence, but what they feel is the "buzzing" noise, and the information spreading inside cannot be distinguished. The brain will be unconsciously affected by the echo sound, so all the thoughts that arise seem to be spontaneous.

Only the analytical equipment of the aftermath department can analyze the content of the echo.

Director Huang asked: "Don't panic, let me tell me, the layman, what does it mean to change the tone? What has it become?"

"Its main tone now has become to stimulate fear and anxiety. Simply put, people affected by the echo will involuntarily search for news about the 'different control bureau' and 'special energy'." Ping Qianru wiped the hot sweat from her nose and quickly opened several of the most popular search engines and social media on the tablet. "After searching for keywords, we checked the most popular information at the moment with the parser in turn. The biggest response of the parser is the 'resonance point' of the echo sound - the resonance point may be some plain-looking information, which is set up by the person who releases the echo sound. When people who hear the echo sound waves click on these 'resonance points', they will instinctively believe what they see and internalize the information inside into their own ideas."

"Jobs in the aftermath department just now screened out two resonance points. One said that the human race sealed Chiyuan three thousand years ago to deprive all the non-human races of their power and turn the non-human races into honest slaves; the other said that these special abilities are not heroes at all, so don't be deceived by their performance for a while. How could the ‘special abilities’ deal with ‘special abilities’ in order to protect ordinary people? They clearly directed and acted themselves, and became bad people themselves, and then captured them by themselves, so that they could win both fame and fortune."

"It's bad, Dongchuan's Yuede Gong's incident..." Director Huang was shocked, "Can you contact the relevant platforms to clean up these tampering content?"

"It's been cleaning up all the time," said Ping Qianru, "If you can't clean it up, you can create resonance points at any time. If you delete the old one, the other party will send new ones. Instead, it will take time for us to check one by one. Even if you have a way to cut off the Internet and power for everyone, they can set small advertisements on the street as resonance points, and even let people pass on their word of mouth..."

"Director Huang," Xiao Zheng raised his head from his mobile phone screen and whitened his face, "It may be too late."

In order to make a profit, Duke Yue De and his disciples first cursed others, then pretended to be a master to "solve" and were directly arrested by the Foreign Control Bureau from the Penglai Conference. Xiao Zheng was very solid in his work. When he arrested Duke Yue De, the evidence was analyzed in detail, leaving almost no room for Yue De Gong to argue. Therefore, at this time, these solid evidence and confidential internal documents were circulated, and it became more and more shocking.

"But Yue Degong himself committed a crime and has something to do with us?" Xiao Zhengmao, "How long has he been arrested and brought to justice in accordance with the law? Is it still our Fengshen people who ran over to arrest him? Why should we take the blame for him?"

"Or why, let's send an official statement," Ping Qianru said weakly, "Anyway, it's already like this now. Instead of half-hiding and letting others guess, it's better to explain the causes and consequences of the Yuede Gong incident clearly..."

"Can you tell me clearly?" Director Huang looked at her, "Girl, don't forget how our headquarters building was blown up."

No one talks anymore, and the inferior slaves bowed the law formation in the building of the General Administration of the Foreign Control Bureau. This is an indisputable fact. The inside story is so complicated that they are confused and cannot explain it to the outside world. There is also the terrifying proportion of the true believers of Thunder... In the eyes of outsiders, it is clear that they play villains and act as heroes, and accidentally mess it up.

At this moment, a "slam" sound came from the terrace. Xiao Zheng, who was sensitive to the nerves, immediately pressed the mitral spear on his waist. When he turned around, he saw a big red-eyed crow standing gracefully on the terrace. It was not afraid of people in the room. It had a leisurely manner to sort out its feathers, flapping its wings a string of wind chimes hanging on the terrace, knocking on the door and waiting for someone to invite it in.

Ping Qianru: "How come this crow... is so elegant?"

Xiao Zheng was stunned for a few seconds, and suddenly remembered Sheng Lingyuan's mysterious puppet technique. He quickly opened the glass door on the terrace and put the crow in.

The crow flew to Huang's desk with reserve and glanced around. A black mist like water waves emerged from its body, and texts floated layer by layer: "This bird is almost out of reach, give it some water and food."

The characters are handwritten simplified characters with a straightforward handwriting, but without affecting reading, some characters have more strokes and fewer strokes.

Everyone didn't care about the new fashion of a crow calling himself "this bird". They looked up the crow's staple food and fed it. The messenger who flew across the province finally came to life.

Xiao Zheng looked up at the crow standing on the high place in awe: "Are you...Senior Sheng?"

The crow nodded in a posture that was too slow for the bird, and the black fog on his body changed: "There is a difference in Biquan Mountain, and the communication is blocked."

After a while, he felt something was wrong and changed to a more modern statement: "There is no signal."

Xiao Zheng quickly described the current situation in the shortest words.

The crow listened carefully and then passed the message: "Don't panic, this echo may not be effective immediately, otherwise the other party would not have to go through such a big deal."

Ping Qianru carefully explained: "It means that echo sound can only make people have a certain tendency and cannot brainwash people immediately, unless there are powerful spiritual specialties behind the echo sound. But the strongest spiritual specialties I have ever seen also have a certain influence range. It is impossible to use spiritual suppression on everyone across the country - and even around the world."

When in Dongchuan, Sheng Lingyuan used his own spirit to forcefully suppress all those who were included in the range of the echo sound, and within a few minutes people would forget the whole story. One is because of the "Six Desires of Demons", according to the contemporary special energy spectrum, the demon itself is the strongest spiritual system. Another is because the incident happened late at night, and there were not many people actually seen, and it was too bizarre to fly from the sky on a large skeleton in the middle of the night. For things that are too far away from common sense, many people would only suspect that they had hallucinations, which made them forget easily.

But this time the echo sound obviously does not have such a strong mental power, and there is absolutely no such thing in the world that can brainwash billions of people at the same time - it is not enough to turn the earth into a large washing machine - so the other party needs to first hype public opinion, expose the internal information of the different control bureau step by step, first arouse people's suspicion, and then supplemented with highly suggestive echo sounds, subtly making the special energy opposed to ordinary people.
Chapter completed!