Maoshan Taoist priests practice falsehood and become reality

Chapter 91 The King Does Not See the King
  "Emergency in Xicheng District! A large number of evil spirits have invaded the village, please send support!"

"Dongcheng District is in emergency! Many towns have been captured by evil spirits. Please dispatch anti-spirit armored vehicles to support them!"

"Emergency in Nancheng District! The Ziwu Bridge has been occupied by evil spirits. The escape team is blocked. Please dispatch helicopter fire support!"

"Emergency in Beicheng District! The spiritual master stationed there was attacked by evil spirits, with more than half of the casualties. Please give a retreat order!"

In the Ninth District Seance Operation Command Center, Wei Zonglin stared at the dense red dots on the screen, his face expressionless, as if he had already expected such a day.

"President, should we give priority to evacuating the ordinary people in the outer city, or exterminating the evil spirits?"

Three minutes passed, and the president didn't say a word, which made Shan Yujie a little anxious.

Wei Zonglin shook his head in denial, and then issued the first order: "Immediately block all entrances and exits, call in the army to maintain order, and prohibit anyone from entering the inner city from now on."

Zhouzhuang was confused and blocked the passages to the inner and outer cities. Could it be that the president planned to abandon the entire outer city?
  Wei Zonglin continued: "All the spirit masters from the ninth district were dispatched to the outer city for reinforcements. They activated positional combat mode and prioritized protecting the safety of people's property."

It turned out that the plan was to control the battlefield in the outer city to prevent the spread of the war. The president was indeed thoughtful.

Thinking of this, Zhouzhuang volunteered: "President, although there are many evil spirits, most of them are D-class. If I go to the front line, I should be able to relieve a lot of pressure."

"No, you take a group of your own people to the heavy weapons depot, fully armed and waiting for orders." Then Wei Zonglin looked at Shan Yujie and said, "Inform all investigators to enter a state of combat readiness and stick to their respective jurisdictions. In addition, from now on, you will come Take over combat command."

"Ah I?"

After giving the order, Wei Zonglin left the command center without looking back, leaving Zhouzhuang and Shan Yujie looking at each other.

Shan Yujie shrugged: "The president seems to have run away, what should we do now?"

"Don't talk nonsense. The president must have more important things. We just need to obey his orders."

"OK, now it's the little girl's turn to take charge. Senior Guardian Zhouzhuang, I order you to come back alive!"

"Oh, I got it."

Shan Yujie immediately issued Wei Zonglin's order, and then stared at the red dots on the screen alone and fell into deep thought.

"According to the president's three instructions, it is not difficult to analyze that the evil spirits in the outer city are just bait to distract attention and reduce strength. The real battlefield should be in the inner city."

"Having all the spiritual masters from District 9 put into the outer city to support them, does that mean the enemy is likely to be lurking there?"

"But why should you hand over the combat command to me?" Shan Yujie still has a very clear self-positioning. He is an outstanding intelligence officer, but he will never be an excellent commander.

"Could it be said that the current situation is so bad that it will be the same no matter who we leave it to?"

I can do it too.

……

"What a gaffe."

On the way back to the Huanyu Hotel, Wei Zonglin kept reflecting on the fact that despite all the planning and preparations he had made in the past few days, he was still defeated by an army.

Speaking of which, there was no other way. Even if he knew that the opponent's intention of attacking the outer city was to weaken the defense of the inner city, he could only send people to reinforce it.

After all, until now, there is no effective way to detect the evil spirits lurking in the human camp.

Rather than letting those who could become enemies at any time stay in the inner city, it would be better to send them all to the frontal battlefield.

But in this way, it plays into the opponent's hands again.

"It's completely eaten up."

Back to the hotel.

Unwilling to do so, Wei Zonglin took off his boring shirt and suit pants in a very short time, put on a dark combat uniform, and put a box of enhancers into his pocket.

Then, he walked towards the metal box that had just been delivered yesterday, entered the password without expression, scanned his irises, and confirmed his fingerprints, until the box lid slowly popped open and bursts of white smoke came out.

A slender sword with a metallic luster and a full sense of technology came into view.

The sword is seven feet long, the blade is three feet long, and the handle is four feet long.

Wei Zonglin took out the knife and waved it. It felt heavier than expected.

The thickness of the blade is visually estimated to be 5cm. This is not a knife at all, but an epee.

It only adopts the shape of a Zhanma sword, but in essence it is still a thunder sword that combines multiple technologies.

Wei Zonglin noticed that there was a fingerprint recognition on the hilt of the sword, which must be the last insurance for activating the secret weapon.

As of now, there really is no other way. If this were a game of chess, Wei Zonglin would have been defeated the moment the evil spirit launched a full-scale attack in the outer city.

There was no room for maneuver, and the opponent only left him with the last move, which was to "see the king".

There is a rule in chess: the king does not see the king. The two chess players will not be able to meet each other. If they meet, the outcome will be determined.

"Will life or death be determined by meeting?"

Wei Zonglin reluctantly put the knife back into its sheath and put it behind him.

Then he took out his mobile phone and contacted the informant "Yu".

This time he did not choose to send a text message, but directly dialed the phone.

"Dududu-"

While waiting, Wei Zonglin's image emerged in Wei Zonglin's mind.

A thin, shy woman, even when asked if she was willing to go to District 9 to work as an informant, she was too embarrassed to say no.

Who would have thought that she would eventually become Ouyang Hai's accompanying secretary.

The phone was connected, and the other party said coldly like a prophet, "The president has asked me to meet you at the Pearl Tower."

"Dududu-"

When the call was hung up, Wei Zonglin thought of the Ship of Theseus. In the first century AD, a guy named Plutarch asked a question:
  If the wood in Theseus' ship is gradually replaced until all the wood is not the original wood, is the ship still the same ship?

It is said that all cells in the human body will be replaced in about seven years, just like the ship of Theseus. After seven years, will the people you know still be the same people you met before?
  After all, this is Yu's ninth year as an informant.

Three years and three years, three years and three years.

"I'm such a cruel guy."

The car stopped in front of the Pearl Tower. This tower is the tallest building in District 9. The observation deck on the top of the tower can overlook most of the city, giving a panoramic view of the prosperity and loneliness.

The initiative is given to Wei Zonglin, and he will also choose to meet at the top of the Pearl Tower.

Because the tower is infinitely close to the sky.

After getting off the car, Wei Zonglin saw Yu.

She stood in the pale light and waited for a long time.

Yu has short hair and a gray office uniform. She is a small woman wearing five-centimeter heels that are not even high enough to reach his shoulders.

The man followed the woman into the elevator without saying a word the whole time.

Two people take the elevator, but they can only hear one person's breathing and heartbeat.

It wasn't until the number on the display jumped to 15 that the man took a deep breath and said:

"Sorry, I am late."

The muzzle of the gun was pressed against the back of the woman's head. The woman remained unmoved and just listened quietly to the confession behind her:
  "The first thing they considered back then was Shan Yujie. I thought she was too lively and not suitable for the long wait and suffering. In contrast, you who are shy and not good at communicating with others are more suitable. After all, introverts are best at enduring loneliness. …”

"It's been a hard work these nine years."

After seven years, will the people you know still be the same people you met back then?
  Of course it is.

Wei Zonglin knew that the brain does not produce new neurons after birth. So memories, thoughts, beliefs, personality and every other detail remain the same throughout life.

So even if all the planks are replaced, as long as the captain does not die, the ship of Theseus will still be Theseus.

"Now, let me help you out."

The man pulled the trigger, and there was a flash of blue light. The woman fell forward and was about to hit the door when she was hugged by strong arms.

The man stretched out his hand and touched his cold cheek to close the pair of pupils that had been sluggish for a long time.

The elevator finally reached the 113th floor, and the door slowly opened.

At the edge of the observation deck, Ouyang Hai was sitting in a wheelchair with his back to the elevator. He asked with a smile:

"How's it going? Do you like the meeting gift I prepared?"

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