“I'm back, I'm back. What's with all the shouting?" Grandma's complaining voice came from the kitchen.
"I'm back, I'm back. What's with all the shouting back?" Auntie, who was helping in the kitchen, echoed like a parrot.
The sound of chopping vegetables and a rich aroma wafted from the kitchen. Zhang Yuanqing recognized Grandma was making beer duck, beer duck stewed in a pressure cooker, his childhood favorite.
According to his uncle, after the terrorist attack in Songhai, Grandma had been trying to contact him. When she found his phone number was out of service and he wasn't replying to messages, she was terrified and burst into tears.
No matter how his uncle and auntie tried to comfort her, it was no use. Finally, his cousin, who worked at the Public Security Department, calmed Grandma down.
His cousin said, "They haven't found Yuanzi's body."
Zhang Yuanqing immediately contacted Grandma afterwards, saying that he had changed his phone number. After the terrorist attack, he had followed the wealthy Guan Ya into a government safe house. For security reasons, the signal there was blocked and no one could go out until order was restored outside.
Grandma knew that Guan Ya's identity was extraordinary, rumored to have family members in high positions in the court, so she believed her grandson's nonsense.
Zhang Yuanqing said he was coming home for dinner today. Grandma complained, but secretly made his favorite dishes.
In the living room, Grandpa was watching the news. The national television station was interviewing an expert with a ruddy complexion and the hair of a crane. The expert was said to be a hundred years old, but his skin was as delicate as a baby's. The expert claimed to be a big shot in the fields of biology and medicine, conducting research quietly at the National Academy of Sciences. Because of the recent terrorist attacks, he had to show his face in public, just to give the public some popular science.
"In fact, it's not as mysterious as the internet says, what with supermen, alien life, spiritual energy recovery, it's all nonsense." The expert spoke with a thick Ou accent.
"After research by the expert group, a new virus has been detected in the bodies of those terrorists. This virus causes mutations in the human body, and also causes mutations in some animals. The body's immune system can withstand the attacks of these viruses, thereby gaining some incredible power. Some groups cannot be immunized, and they will become mentally disordered and attack the people around them frantically."
It's the demigod of the Zhu family.
Zhang Yuanqing was taking off his shoes, putting on cotton slippers, and walking towards the living room. After listening, the host of the television station asked in coordination, "What kind of virus is this?"
The expert with the ruddy complexion and the hair of a crane shook his head and said, "It's not certain. It's a new type of virus. The only thing that can be determined is that it is an artificially cultivated virus. As for where the virus originated, it has not yet been found."
The host nodded repeatedly, and finally looked at the camera and the expert group: "Rumors stop with the wise. I hope everyone will look at this matter rationally and mourn our compatriots."
Zhang Yuanqing sat down next to Grandpa and found that the old man's expression was extremely solemn and filled with deep worry. He didn't relax because of the expert's popular science.
His heart stirred and he deliberately said, "Grandpa, don't worry, this is just a virus. As long as a vaccine is developed, everything will be fine!"
Grandpa snorted coldly: "You don't know anything!"
He turned his head to scrutinize his grandson, "Are you hurt?"
Zhang Yuanqing moved his muscles and bones: "What could happen to me? Those virus people had just launched a terrorist attack, and Guan Ya and I went into the safe house."
Grandpa nodded with satisfaction, picked up his enamel mug, and went to the balcony to get water. As the warm water flowed in, Zhang Yuanqing clearly heard Grandpa's mumbling voice, "How dare these people..."
Hearing these words, Zhang Yuanqing was both surprised and unsurprised. Public Security Officers maintain social order and participate in the front line of various heinous cases. It is impossible to know nothing about the existence of The Way of the Extraordinary, including his cousin.
Chen Yuanjun, his cousin, had come into contact with an evil profession during the terrorist attack at Pingtai Hospital.
As a police chief from the last century, Grandpa must have come into contact with them too. He knew that a group of power users existed and also knew that these guys were subject to morality, so he was a little confused.
The Zhu family's demigod's brainwashing doesn't seem to work very well on people with strong willpower, or perhaps repeated popular science can take effect. In the current stage, the existence of The Way of the Extraordinary should be concealed as much as possible. If it can't be concealed, it doesn't matter if it's made public.
Zhang Yuanqing thought to himself, at this moment of life and death, who still cares about whether the existence of The Way of the Extraordinary is exposed or not.
More than ten minutes later, the busy sounds in the kitchen stopped. Grandma and Auntie came out with plates, setting a table full of delicious food.
Grandma urged while setting out the bowls and chopsticks, "You two hurry up and wash your hands, get ready to eat!"
Grandpa and Zhang Yuanqing went to the bathroom. At the dinner table, Zhang Yuanqing ate like a whirlwind, expressing his nostalgia for Grandma's cooking with his actions.
Grandma was very satisfied and said, "Didn't I tell you to bring Guan Ya back with you? Where is she?"
"She was picked up by her family and taken back to Beijing. They said Songhai is not safe." Zhang Yuanqing casually prevaricated, "I wanted to take me with her, but I couldn't bear to leave Grandma."
Auntie, with tears in her eyes, gave him a cute glare. Zhang Yuanqing leaned his head over. "Of course, there's also Auntie." Before his head could touch Auntie's fragrant shoulder, Grandma reached out and stopped him, pushing him away.
Grandma said worriedly, "I heard that only Beijing is safe. The vaccine for this virus hasn't been developed yet. It might start spreading again in a while. It would be a good thing if you could go to Beijing with Guan Ya."
"You know, the infected people all have superpowers and can flatten a building. Songhai has so many high-rise buildings. If one is pushed over, a lot of people will die. There's no way to hide." Her words were full of dissatisfaction with the world.
The time when the morality vanished wasn't long. Grandma's neighborhood, although high-end, was still far from Zhang Yuanqing's real home in Songhai. The targets of the evil profession are banks, public security departments, and wealthy areas. This neighborhood was lucky enough not to be affected.
"Grandma, don't worry, there are tall people holding up the sky." Zhang Yuanqing comforted.
Just wait until your grandson becomes the Lord of the Sun and saves the world.
Grandpa snorted coldly, "The tall ones are all hiding in safe houses. Who's going to hold it up?"
How could a cynical retired police chief like Grandpa give birth to a slippery Void Hunter like Uncle? Did Uncle mutate, or is Uncle not Grandma and Grandpa's biological son?
Zhang Yuanqing complained in his heart. He changed the subject, "Grandma, where's my cousin?"
"He hasn't been home for days. With such a big thing happening, all the Public Security Officers in Songhai have to work overtime. Your auntie goes to the Public Security Department to bring him food every day." Grandma's tone was extremely dissatisfied.
It was unclear whether she was dissatisfied that her grandson was working hard, or dissatisfied that her auntie had stolen her job of bringing food.
Kangyang District Public Security Department.
In a large conference room, Chen Yuanjun was buried in a mountain of documents with more than a dozen clerical staff. Everyone had dull eyes and severe dark circles.
The speed of browsing through the files was slow and the expressions were blank. In the outer office area, a large number of technicians were also working overtime to recover data.
In the disaster a few days ago, the circuit monitoring system and security system were destroyed by the evil profession. The Songyang District Public Security Department was also attacked by the evil profession. After paying a heavy price, they finally killed the enemy with the assistance of the Special Operations Team's official The Way of the Extraordinary, but the Public Security Department also suffered great damage. Among them, the electronic files were severely damaged.
Security files are the original evidence of Public Security Officer actions and various cases, and are the basic basis for justice and criminal investigation. They are of utmost importance. Fortunately, the Public Security Department's file library was not affected, and new electronic files can be re-summarized and organized based on paper files.
Of course, the technical staff of the Special Operations Team are also working hard to recover the electronic files.
Chen Yuanjun put down the paper file and rubbed his eyebrows tiredly. He couldn't hold on any longer and planned to rest for a while.
At this time, a technician pushed the door open and shouted, "Help me find a file number."
The clerical staff looked for the file according to the number. A few minutes later, a female clerical staff said with a surprised tone, "There isn't one. There is no such file."
"No?" The technician was even more surprised. "How is that possible? If there is no paper file, what is the electronic file we recovered?"
Chen Yuanjun, who was planning to go back to the office to rest, stopped and frowned, "What's wrong with this file?"
The technician replied, "It's like this, Team Chen. We recovered a file, but it's incomplete, so we wanted to find the paper file to supplement it, but we didn't expect there to be no paper file."
As an experienced Public Security Officer, Chen Yuanjun immediately heard the trick. This situation is common when Public Security Officers protect criminals.
He straightened his face, cheered up, and said, "Take me to see it."
The file starting with w9 corresponds to the date of 2019, which is three years ago, not too long ago.
Leaving the conference room, Chen Yuanjun followed the technician to the office area and sat down in front of the computer.
The technician pointed to the computer screen: "This is it."
Chen Yuanjun fixed his eyes and looked at it. This was a missing person file form. The form was fragmented and only showed the information at the top.
Name: Lei Yibing.
Gender: Male.
Age: Below, the place of origin, appearance characteristics, last known location, time of disappearance, etc. were all garbled.
Chen Yuanjun looked at this fragmented file and his blood slowly solidified. An indescribable chill surged into his heart.
"Lei Yibing, disappeared three years ago..."