Chapter 235 Changan Disaster Prevention and Control Bureau (6000 words long chapter!)

Author: Bachelor in White

The crimson-smiling face of the Red King appeared in the mirror.

The laughter of the Red King came from outside the door.

Feng Bei looked at the mirror for a moment, and then looked in the direction of the door, dumbfounded.

The next second, the "Red King" in the mirror floated with a faint red light, and the illusory stream of light reconstructed a lifelike human face above the mirror.

"Hey, hey, hey? Can you hear me?"

First there was a sound from outside.

Then the "human face" on the mirror was slow for a moment before speaking.

Zheng Xiu stood outside the door. After he opened his mouth to speak, he also heard the voice coming back from inside.

There are slight differences from time to time.

"There's a little 'delay'."

"Mirror Image" rubbed his chin in annoyance, lowered his head and said to himself: "It's pretty good to be able to do this."

Feng Bei was holding the mirror, and Xiao Feng Miao squatted on Feng Bei's head with eyes wide open, watching this magical scene. After a while, Feng Bei was amazed by Zheng Xiu's "skills" and asked the mirror: "How did you do it?"

"This is nothing." Zheng Xiu smiled: "Don't forget who I am in the world of the painting."

Hearing this, Feng Bei's calm eyes became a bit depressed, but there was also nostalgia hidden in them.

Zheng Xiudao: "Gongsun Mo used his ability to create a 'world' that is fake and real. Now I just borrowed some tricks and drew a 'portrait of the human soul' in the mirror."

"Portrait of a Human Soul?"

This word sounds very novel to Fengbei.

Zheng Xiu on the mirror nodded, showing a thoughtful expression: "How to do it specifically is difficult to describe. After all, you are not a 'painter', and it is difficult for non-skilled people to understand small skills. But to put it simply, I have personally experienced Gongsun Mo's experience. During the hundred years since I painted the 'Cannibal Painting', I have gone deep into the art world and understood one thing."

Zheng Xiu paused and continued: "Gongsun Mo did not paint 'them' literally, he wrote 'missing' into the painting."

"miss?"

Feng Bei pondered these two words.

"Yes, missing. Someone told me that missing is an unimaginable 'power'. It can even create a complete 'person' from scratch. I just wrote down part of my 'impression' to achieve the goal." To the point of synchronously transmitting thoughts, that’s all.”

After a while, Feng Bei noticed Zheng Xiu's plan and said in surprise: "Are you planning to use this mirror to replace Zhu's raven?"

"As expected of my wife, she has a smart mind."

Anyway, the portrait on the mirror is just a "mirror image". Zheng Xiu praised it shamelessly. Feng Bei blushed slightly, then suppressed a smile and deliberately kept a straight face: "Don't talk too much, but if you want to have a 'mirror' in your hand, Aren’t you going to bleed a lot?”

"It's been a big mouthful a long time ago." Zheng Xiu complained silently in his heart. He had "tampered" with these mirrors last night, but in order not to worry Feng Bei, Zheng Xiu shook his head: "No, just drop a drop." Blood on the mirror."

Feng Bei bit her finger and squeezed out a drop.

The blood smeared on the mirror and was absorbed by the mirror in the blink of an eye.

Feng Bei suddenly felt that he had a vague connection with the crested mirror.

"My 'missing' is the rule, and your blood is the 'medium'. As for the restrictions, haha, I only really understood the horror of aliens when I really tried to tinker with the 'Human Soul Portrait'. In the rules of thaumaturgy, the medium , in the reaction chain of "limiting", the monster is like a catalyst that "breaks the rules", which can increase the reaction chain and ignore many of the rules and restrictions. Therefore, when it comes to binding everyone, I You don’t need to ‘miss’ everyone, just look at their face and draw them in the mirror.”

[Prisoner] Zheng Xiu didn't understand, but [Painter] Guiwu actually spent hundreds of years with Gongsun Mo's "help" to paint a cannibal painting. It painted all kinds of human beings, hundreds of years of time, happiness Sadness and joy thus open the passage to everlasting darkness.

After all, it is not completely impossible for Zheng Xiuzhen to recreate that "cannibal painting" now.

Hearing this, Feng Bei nodded. Thinking of his own hands, he felt the same.

This is unreasonable.

After all, he is a stranger.

At this time, Xiaofengmiao stared at the two chatting in the air. Whether it was because she was interested or jealous, she suddenly stretched out her furry paw and patted the "mirror".

The mirror is broken.

Zheng Xiu was shocked and angry when he pushed the door open, and fuck... he was really beaten to pieces by the orange cat. The mirror image turned into dots of light and shadow and dissipated in the room.

After doing this trivial task, the orange cat twitched his beard, raised the corners of his mouth, and jumped out of the window triumphantly.

"Meow!"

【Rubbish.】

Feng Bei knew that Zheng Xiu could understand what the orange cat said, and curiously asked: "What did Xiao Fengmiao say?"

"...it says the painting is awesome."

"I see."

Feng Bei nodded and believed it.

Sooner or later I will make you look good.

Finally, Feng Bei held the mirror engraved with the phoenix pattern and put it away close to her body, treating it like a treasure.

This was a gift given to her by Zheng Xiu himself. In reality, after ten years of married life, she received a small gift from Zheng Xiu in a real sense.

"What's the point of this mirror?"

"Uh... mobile phone?"

"Hand...chicken?"

Feng Bei's eyes were filled with confusion. She remembered the phoenix pattern on her back, her long hair flying, and "Ding Wei" turning.

"It's just a joke." Zheng Xiu rolled his eyes, thought for a moment, and said with a smile:

"Since that guy calls the crow 'Raven', I can't lose to him in this aspect and shout louder than him."

"It's called...Chang Shie."

After deciding on the "resounding fame" of the mirror, Zheng Xiu hurriedly left Fengbei and returned to the main courtyard.

He secretly stuffed a mirror into the orange cat's imperial den.

A cat's flesh ball was drawn on the back of the mirror, and a note was left with four words: A drop of blood will reveal its owner.

I don’t know what Orange Cat thinks, but Zheng Xiu has his own little thoughts when giving gifts to Orange Cat.

"It thought I was trying to please it, but it didn't know that I was trying to tease its fur in different ways."

After giving the gifts, Zheng Xiu was in a happy mood.

The "Chang Shi Hui" experiment was successful, and Zheng Xiuzhen created something similar to a "mobile phone" in this world.

More practical than "Raven", and does not require the creation of "Raven Raiders".

Zheng Xiu has been thinking about how Zhu created Ye Weiyang, an organization all over the world in twenty years, to deal with strange things in the world. After thinking about it, Zheng Xiu felt that the most critical point was the "transmission of information." .

Talents can be found everywhere. As long as he has money and his fists are strong enough, Zheng Xiu is not worried that no one under him will do anything. To reintegrate and create a new organization, an organization that can rival Ye Weiyang and spread its tentacles all over the world, it is necessary There is a complete, timely and effective information delivery system.

The "teleportation" of Crow Raiders and the ravens all over the world made Zheng Xiu very envious. However, it was impossible for Zhu to leave the manufacturing methods of Crow Raiders in Ye Weiyang's secret records. Zheng Xiu could only use "Painter" now. "The door has to be opened in a different way.

The ending is very happy. The "weird mobile phone" is born in this world. Although there is a slight delay, Zheng Xiu is already very satisfied.

The first batch of "Chang Shi Hui" only produced thirty samples. Zheng Xiu traveled by carriage and came to Jixiang Workshop in person.

There was still a lively and busy atmosphere in the workshop, and Yan Jiji came to greet him in person, shirtless and holding a small hammer.

Zheng Xiu asked Yan Jiji to place the second and third batch of orders respectively, and took out a small white jade vial containing his blood, which he handed over to Yan Jiji himself.

Before leaving, Yan Jiji suddenly remembered the order from the Ministry of War, so he secretly pulled the prince to a secluded place and informed Zheng Xiu of the matter.

"Siege equipment? Going to war?"

If Yan Jiji hadn't mentioned it, Zheng Xiu wouldn't have thought that the Ministry of War would hand over such a confidential order to Zheng's property. In the past, when Zheng Xiu made a fortune, he never touched officials, salt, and iron. Firstly, it was easy for him to be prostituted by the court; secondly,

If it is not handled well, it can easily lead to disaster.

Zheng Xiu did not blame Yan Jiji for accepting the order from the Ministry of War. The orders from above were always unreasonable, and no one under the emperor was the ruled class. The Ministry of War dismantled the siege equipment into parts and asked Jixiang Workshop to customize them, among which

With the connotation of "confidentiality", they probably didn't expect that Yan Jiji had a vicious vision and figured out the "siege equipment" through brainstorming.

Yan Jiji made gestures with his hands and described it with words. Zheng Xiu roughly understood that what the Ministry of War wanted to order seemed to be a "siege engine".

"Your Majesty, do we... want to deliver the goods?"

Yan Jiji looked at Zheng Xiu's thoughtful expression, scratched his head, and asked with a simple smile.

After thinking for a moment, Zheng Xiu nodded: "Hand it! Why not hand it over! The Ministry of War handed over the order to Jixiang Workshop for the first time. It must be related to my becoming the prince. It must be the emperor's instruction behind it. You can just treat it as an ordinary order.

, ensure quality and complete the work on time." After saying that, Zheng Xiu patted Yan Jiji on the shoulder and said with emotion: "Old Yan, that is a golden sign of our Zheng family. We can't break your 'rules' because of these sabotage."

"Besides, no one else has noticed this. If you don't tell me or I don't tell you, who knows what this thing is? Maybe doing this job for the Emperor can help you advance further in your career."

"Hey!" Speaking of the door, Lao Yan waved his hands indifferently, wiped the sticky sweat on his face, shook his head and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter what the door is, if he can have a mouth to eat, it can make our Lao Yan

The family's craftsmanship will not be lost, and don't make it difficult for the prince, even if you let Lao Yan knock on a Babel Tower, Lao Yan will be happy!"

When Zheng Xiu heard this, he was happy. He liked this kind of unpretentious worker who collected money and did things. He immediately took out a stack of banknotes he carried with him from his arms and said, "Add more money!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty! Your Majesty is so generous!"
To be continued...