City: A pen at the beginning promotes a perfect accident

Wearing a black woolen coat and a gray scarf, the long-handled umbrella with a black cover in his hand was swaying gently.

Yangcheng University, tree-lined paths in winter.

Ye Yuan's clear black and white eyes would occasionally catch a glimpse of some young lovers walking in a hurry, leaning on each other, with some tenderness in their expressions.

Follow the steps in the path.

When I walked to a five-story old building, there was a wooden sign hanging: History Research Laboratory of Yangcheng University.

Push door.

Within a burst of crunching sound, I walked in

…

The light is not dazzling and is very gentle.

Looking up the spiral staircase, rows of bookshelves, densely packed with information and ancient books, come into view.

It was obviously my first time here, but it seemed like I had been there a thousand times.

Steps turn, turn left.

Walking into a quiet hall with a three-story height, there are huge floor-to-ceiling windows on one side, and three-story bookshelves and books on the other two sides.

In the center of the hall, there are wooden tables...

Looking past, the white-haired old professor Qin Ling is sitting near the floor-to-ceiling window, under a beam of sunlight, wearing thick reading glasses, bowing his head in front of the pile of materials.

When Ye Yuan was standing at the side of the hall, as if he had some premonition in his heart, the old professor Qin Ling 147 raised his head without any warning.

At a glance, he saw the young man outside the hall.

Just about to speak.

All I saw was that the young man suddenly gave him a shushing gesture.

…

Ye Yuan retracted his index finger in front of his lips and glanced at the steps on the path. Then, he put his hands in his pockets and stepped into the hall full of academic atmosphere.

There was no sound at all beneath my feet.

When passing by the first middle-aged man who was studying historical materials, Ye Yuan opened his generous palms and moved cleanly, as if he just lightly touched the back of the middle-aged man's neck.

The middle-aged man's hands suddenly became weak, his vision blurred, and he lay down in front of the table.

Ye Yuan walked around like this, walking lightly.

Either they raised their palms to form a knife, or they stretched out their hands to brush them...

One after another, historical researchers lay prone in front of the mahogany table, as if they were asleep.

…

Ye Yuan walked up to the old professor Qin Ling, who had wide eyes and gray hair.

"Mr. Qin"

"You are touching a taboo..."

Ye Yuan's face was gentle, his eyes met the old man's gaze, and he calmly stated

"Forbidden...taboo?"

"That is the deepest memory hidden in this world and belongs to human civilization!"

The eighty-two-year-old professor raised his head, his gray hair falling down, and the afternoon sun shone around him.

In this warm afternoon,

Ye Yuan sat opposite the old professor and recited the path.

Each word is calculated from the gaps in the vast history, and outlines the existence that cannot be fathomed. As one of the four great historians of

Zhao State, Ling has studied history for a lifetime. But it was precisely because he had studied deeply enough that when he heard what Ye Yuandao said about the Qianzhuang and Zizhuang incidents, his old face turned red and his heart beat loudly!

"Mr. Qin, I give you two choices…"

"The first option is for me to erase your memory of this period; the second option is... to join us."

Ye Yuan said.

The final choice is destined. For some people, if they hear the Tao in the morning, they will die in the evening.

And the flaws in the matter are also inevitable, but as the path unfolds like a sky net, Calculation will only make up for everything.

At that time, what is false will be true, and what is true will be false.

……

It's about five o'clock in the evening. behind.

The eyelashes of the unconscious researcher trembled slightly, and Ye Yuan stood up and walked away quietly with even steps.

Time keeps passing.

It's past six o'clock.

The sky in Yangcheng was completely dark.

Standing in front of an overpass, with his hands in his pockets, Ye Yuan looked at the bustling city under the neon lights with burning eyes.

His eyebrows kept beating.

From the rapidly changing and increasingly complex steps in the path, it can be judged that another large, airtight net has begun to be woven above Yangcheng.

This time, they are no longer the stragglers they were not long ago.

Ye Yuan felt depressed, dull and angry. He wanted to pierce the whole sky, but he didn't have the accumulation...

Hibernation!

Still need to hibernate!

One day, that aloof and wanton presence in the sky will be roughly dragged down by Ye Yuan

…

Exit from the overpass.

A black car parked right next to you, and you stooped to sit in it. soon after.

In the quiet teahouse, Huang Chuan of Hengke Real Estate Group and Lin Junxiong, the godfather behind the scenes of East and West City, appeared in front of Ye Yuan in a low-key manner.

He leaned comfortably on the sofa and glanced at the documents one by one.

The first one was a research institute and laboratory in the field of life engineering neurology secretly invested by Hengke Real Estate Group. The person in charge of this laboratory was Yao Tianrui, who was personally recruited by Ye Yuan.

"Just call it...Chongming."

Ye Yuan pressed the document in his palm, looked at Huang Chuan, and said.

Chongming Life Engineering Research Institute!

It was built for Ye Mengwei, hoping that the girl who had been sleeping for five years would see the light again.

…

Ye Yuan continued to look at the second piece of information.

This information was from the fifty young people he had previously ordered Lin Junxiong to summon and train.

Each of them had a training path given by Ye Yuan and spent a large amount of money.

The training mode is very cruel, with high probability of disability and death.…

"Not bad, continue to increase subsidies."

Ye Yuan looked at the pages of information and said.

In just a few days, two of the fifty people had already passively quit the training.

Unknowingly, the wealth, power, and elites under Ye Yuan's command , are growing unnoticed

……

The night gets darker.

In the shadow of confidentiality, there is an empty and solemn round table conference room.

At this moment, the round table seemed very empty, except for a middle-aged man with an ordinary face sitting directly to the north.

Not too long.

Scenes of phantoms were projected in front of their respective seats.

All relevant information about Ye Yuan passed by one by one.…

…

"The officials of Zhao State valued Ye Yuan very much."

"Tsk tsk…"

"It seems that we have done nothing, but quietly, we have wrapped up the entire Yangcheng airtight, restricting our means.…"

"This is treating us as Ye Yuan's whetstone."

"Are you raising gu?"

There are constant voices, ringing out

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