The group leader thought carefully and said to the political commissar: "Comrade Comrade Political Affairs, I have some clues, but I need to ask Comrade Wang Chengzhu to come over and confirm his guess."
The political commissar nodded in agreement and added: "In the morning, it is time for cultural and ideological classes, and literacy classes are taught in groups. At ten o'clock, let the guards go to the sunbathing field and ask Comrade Wang Chengzhu to come to this small courtyard. Just ask.
The training situation is to prevent the soldiers of the regiment company from making wild guesses."
"It's good, comrade political commissar is still thoughtful, unlike me, a big boss..." The leader of the group gave the nice words for free.
The political commissar had a speechless expression on his face. When you were talking about novels earlier, you seemed to have covered a wide range of topics!
At 10:07 a.m., the regimental commander's security guard knocked on the wooden door of the regimental commander's living and office building, and after receiving permission, led Wang Chengzhu in.
When the regiment leader saw Wang Chengzhu coming, he told the guards to go watch in the yard and shout out if anything happened.
The political commissar of the regiment was sitting cross-legged on the kang bed. There was a clay pot of water and a few white-brown earthen porcelain bowls on the kang table. The political commissar pointed to a stool placed against the wall and said to Wang Chengzhu: "Comrade Wang Chengzhu, bring up the stool and come over and sit down."
.Concerning what you said this morning, the group leader and I have some details and would like to find out from you."
Wang Chengzhu moved the stool and sat in front of the kang bed as instructed. The regimental leader took a bowl, poured some warm water from the clay pot into the bowl, and handed it to Wang Chengzhu: "Comrade Wang Chengzhu, drink some water to moisten your throat.
Speak slowly, about the whisper in your mind and the world in your sleep."
When Wang Chengzhu saw this posture, he knew what to do. He had traveled to the world of Liangjian for two weeks, and he had long wanted to unload his mental burden. Most people here would not be able to slice up and study themselves. At most, they would draw blood and hypnotize them.
With the support of the system, the worst thing is that Wang Chengzhu's body is no longer needed, and he can just create another character and start over. With his heart crossed, Wang Chengzhu made a shocking statement: "Comrade Commander, Comrade Political Commissar, I feel that I am possessed by something that claims to be a system."
I'm pregnant..."
When the political commissar heard this, he wondered why it was different from the description in the morning. He quickly asked: "Comrade Wang Chengzhu, is it possible to feel possession?"
Wang Chengzhu was interrupted and was about to correct the political commissar's wording when he suddenly thought of what he had described to the political commissar two hours ago. He thought to himself that the story he had just made up was not consistent with the previous description. How should he get it right?
The regimental leader spoke: "Comrade Political Commissar, please continue to tell Comrade Wang Chengzhu what happened after being possessed by the system."
Wang Chengzhu took advantage of the opportunity to figure it out and continued in a different way: "I was possessed by a thing that claimed to be a system. He kept talking in my head and talking about things that were different from what I was doing now.
"For example, there are many available edible meat pieces, blind boxes of ammunition are randomly opened, guns are randomly obtained by opening oil paper bags, etc., as well as troop reorganization and a hundred-regiment battle."
The group leader grasped the key point and asked: "Comrade Wang Chengzhu, does embodiment mean to express a certain item in concrete form? Then where was this item originally stored?"
When Wang Chengzhu heard the leader ask this question, he felt that the pressure of his expression was relieved a lot, and he said cooperatively: "Captain, that's pretty much what it means. The materialized items were originally stored in my mind and were called inventory and
Where the vault is.”
The group leader asked: "So, Comrade Wang Chengzhu, have you ever tried to manifest this object?"
"Comrade leader, I have tried it before. Three days ago, at the training ground outside the village, I followed the male voice in my mind and materialized a piece of meat weighing three to four kilograms." Wang Chengzhu looked more pleased with the leader.
Comrades are simply the lovable characters in cross talk.
"Meat?!" The group leader slapped his thigh and stood on the kang bed from a cross-legged position. Just as he was about to call the guards to come in and arrange for the meat to be found, the political commissar across from the kang table pulled his trouser leg. After realizing that he had lost his composure, the group leader
Chang sat down calmly and put his feet into his shoes under the kang, as if he was about to get out of bed.
The political commissar had no time to care about his partner's petty thoughts, and asked Wang Chengzhu: "You can express a piece of meat weighing three to four kilograms. Do you feel any discomfort? You can express a piece here and try it, so that the leader and I can open our eyes."
How about some insights?"
Wang Chengzhu’s own family knew about his own affairs, so what price does this present item cost? Our game system takes him through the world of bright swords. He patted his chest and assured the political commissar: "Comrade political commissar, in the past three days since the present piece of meat, there has been no where to buy it."
I feel uncomfortable. Since the chief wants to see it, I will do a trick and give you two a surprise."
As Wang Chengzhu spoke, he bent down and picked up a thick, oval-shaped piece of meat from between his feet one foot apart. He patted the dust on the side of the meat and placed it on the kang table in front of the political commissar.
"Hiss..." Looking at the mature pieces of meat in front of them, the regiment leader and political commissar let out a sharp gasp.
After all, the group leader had seen a lot of markets and knew the tricks of Jianghu artists, so he was not surprised for a long time. The Comrade Wang Chengzhu in front of him was a veteran soldier who was born as a farmer in the Qinlongning Border Area. There was no information that he had ever been exposed to the tricks of Hua Guangqi and others.
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The regimental leader looked Wang Chengzhu up and down and felt that there was at most a piece of meat hidden in the man in front of him. He asked Wang Chengzhu: "Comrade Wang Chengzhu, are you feeling uncomfortable? Can you remove a few more pieces of this meat?"
The political commissar was surprised by the red and white pieces of meat on the kang table in front of him. He stretched out his hand and pressed it. The meat was slightly hard where his fingers touched. The red meat could not be pressed. The white meat would slowly spring back to its original shape after pressing it down.
The political commissar put the fingers that had touched the meat under his nose and smelled it. There was a smell of putrefaction mixed with the smell of sour beer. The political commissar ignored the regimental leader's request to Wang Chengzhu and said bluntly: "Commissioner, come and smell this."
Meat. Is there any taste of the bream meat that was taken from landlords’ homes in the Yunnan and Guizhou areas two years after the Fourteenth Province moved to war?”
When the regiment leader heard what the political commissar said, he turned around and wiped a handful of meat on the kang table, put it under his nose, rubbed it, and started to smell it. While smelling, he answered the political commissar's question: "Comrade political commissar, there is indeed a bit of a smell.
The aroma of the meat. However, the bream meat found that year was mostly finger-thick strips with fat skin. Look at the piece in front of you, the red meat looks like the hind leg meat."
While the regiment leader was talking to the political commissar, Wang Chengzhu bent down and picked up five identical pieces of meat from under his feet and placed them on both ends of the bench where he was sitting. Seeing that the leader ignored him, Wang Chengzhu tactfully touched the meat next to him with his fingers.
Rub the oily mud balls on the block.
The political commissar received the group leader's response, nodded and was about to continue the group leader's previous topic, asking Wang Chengzhu to turn into a few more pieces of meat. When he turned to look at Wang Chengzhu, the sight in front of him stunned him.
The group leader put down his hand that smelled of meat and saw his partner who suddenly became silent in front of him. He followed the political commissar's direct gaze and looked in the direction of Wang Chengzhu on the right.
"..." The regiment leader also lost his voice. He had been traveling around for twelve years, and this was the first time he saw such a strange sight. Wang Chengzhu was wearing a blue-gray military uniform, wearing an armed belt, and did not carry a military bag. Where did he move so many pieces of meat?
Yes, is it possible that what he just said is true?
Wang Chengzhu did not expect that his actions would shake the world view of the two senior materialist warriors.