Chapter 250 The Great Movement in the East China Sea
Early in the morning.
A very special report was passed through many layers and finally appeared on the desk of the Disaster Response Office.
"Tell me about it."
Director Song, who had just recovered from a serious illness, picked up an enamel cup, brought the newly boiled water to his mouth, took a sip, and slowly exhaled: "What do you think about this matter?"
Beside the conference table, the heads of different groups were talking to each other.
After a while, someone suggested: "It is still too early to conclude that it is an anomaly. After all, the citizen information entry system is not omniscient and omnipotent. It is inevitable that very few mistakes will occur."
Someone agreed: "Yes, it is best to visit the family members of the parties involved to confirm whether it is a problem with the input system."
"But from a normal point of view, this possibility is close to zero. If it is really a misjudgment that leads to an entry error, just imagine how a man of his age can survive until now with his information canceled? He does not even complain. ?”
"You obviously didn't grasp the focus. The important thing is not whether there is any problem with the information entry, but where he went. After the accident, there was no trace of this person in the surrounding streets. This has obviously entered the area we are responsible for. .”
"alright."
Director Song patted the table gently to signal everyone to be quiet. He turned around and put a pile of documents on the table: "I am gathering everyone at this time not for discussion, but for resolution."
"As you can see."
He coded the documents one by one, and you can see the clear signatures on the bags.
Wang Gensheng...Zhang Tianshuo...Yu Xiaohong...Tan Jian...all the way to Han Dafu.
There are more than ten copies in total.
"These are the clues that were collected by the Intelligence Office earlier. The behavior of these people may not be as intuitive as Han Dafu's, but when everyone's irrationality converges into a line, it is obvious that they have It’s our area of responsibility.”
Director Song motioned for everyone to exchange information and continued: "These people are all dead, but they happen to appear in the camera again, doing things that are no different from normal people."
Someone below quickly flipped through the documents and frowned: "Is this... a resurrection from the dead?"
"Obviously not."
One person murmured to himself: "It's more like ghosts than being resurrected from the dead. Don't forget, we can't figure out their roots at all..."
As soon as these words came out, the whole audience was silent for a long time.
Whenever the word "haunting ghosts" appears in the past, the Executive Directorate can give instructions without any pressure.
But only two time periods are a little unusual.
Qingming.
Zhongyuan.
Rising Yin Qi leads to highly active supernatural phenomena.
No one is sure now whether this supernatural incident will become the beginning of a "storm".
But now it is only a few days away from Qingming Festival.
What good thing can happen at this juncture?
"We have always been peaceful in the past, but this year we are making a fuss out of a molehill. Are we being too cautious?"
"As the front line of response, I think we must consider the worst-case scenario and make complete preparations."
"Don't you think it's too natural to waste manpower and material resources without any intelligence advantage?"
"I think that instead of arguing here, it is better to find out the breakthrough point of this incident as early as possible. Since they are all returnees of 'resurrection from the dead', they must have something in common that can be traced back."
"I agree with this view and they need to be investigated as soon as possible..."
The sound in the entire conference room suddenly stopped, and everyone looked at Director Song in unison, as well as his gesture for silence.
Buzz…
Director Song picked up the vibrating cell phone and connected it.
"Hey, it's me."
"What did you say..."
His originally calm expression suddenly collapsed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
After putting down the phone again and facing the questioning eyes of everyone below, Director Song slowly spoke.
"Getting the exact news...the General Administration's jury, which was originally expected to arrive after Qingming Festival, will arrive at Donghai International Airport at 10 o'clock tomorrow morning."
"What!"
The entire office stood up in unison, with shocked expressions on their faces.
"General Administration..."
Director Song lay down on the back of the chair with some dejection, shook his head and said: "You want to catch us off guard."
…
A night market in Donghai.
Following the mixed aroma of food, Gao Yi took the dog into a yarn snack shop.
Considering Xiao Di's need to eat, Gao Yi chose to pack the food together and take it away.
"Fried rice with fish-flavored shredded pork, fried rice with shredded pork with green pepper, wonton noodles, noodles mixed with scallion oil, and um... let's have another bowl of pigeon soup."
"Ah, sorry, there is no more pigeon in the soup."
"Is it sold out?"
"no."
"What about the pigeons?"
The shop owner looked very sincere and replied:
"Dove."
Although Gao Yi understood the situation of delayed ingredients, the store manager's words sounded like a Soviet joke.
The two packed their bags and returned to the hotel. After eating, they fell asleep until 9:15 in the morning, when Gao Yi opened his eyes half asleep and looked at his phone.
"Oops! I seem to have overslept."
He suddenly catapulted away, suddenly thinking that he had long since escaped from social practice, and leaned back again, just about to lie down and continue sleeping.
"Xiao Gao, there's a situation!"
At this time, Xiao Di, who had been squatting on the window edge, suddenly sounded a reminder, which made Gao Yi's spirit tremble.
"What's wrong? The jury is here?"
Gao Yi hurriedly leaned against the window, wanting to take a closer look, but he was helpless because the hotel was too far away. At the same time, there were a large number of people flowing in. Looking around, he could only watch the excitement.
"Xiao Di, were the several surveillance images I asked you to rob successful?"
Xiao Di gestured OK and pointed at his head.
A TV head has been ready for a long time and is making noise without signal.
Using the magical abilities of family members, Xiao Di quickly received the signal screen, and with a "sting" sound, the screen showed the scene on the airport runway.
With a comprehensive perspective comparable to that of a command tower, the scene is being broadcast in real time.
Gao Yi should say that he woke up at the wrong time.
Judging from the picture, it should be some time before the jury's special plane arrives. Many people at the venue are still whispering and seem to be discussing something.
In the large welcoming team, Gao Yi saw many acquaintances, and the most eye-catching one was undoubtedly Director Tao.
At this time, his appearance was no different from usual. But between his eyebrows, an unexplainable emotion seemed to be brewing, and a few wisps of indifference occasionally flashed across his face, as if he was unfazed by the arrival of the entire jury.
move.
Gao Yi sighed: "As expected of a local snake here, he still looks indifferent now."
"One thing to say."
Xiao Di complained: "At Lao Tao's age, he is a subordinate of a faction with no hope of promotion. He didn't fall asleep a little bit because he was obsessed with the universe and looked at the stars. It's already pretty good."
