As long as there is blood, the gods will kill you

What happened in the vast sea, Da Zhou didn't know.

Time passed, and the days passed quietly.

There is only one week left until the Spring Festival.

Right now, the upcoming meeting of the Night Watch Division has attracted the attention of the entire Da Zhou.

Tinder, Dawn... No matter what organization, they all set their sights on this conference.

Full conscription meeting.

Casualties caused by hunting operations, the replacement of generals, and the comprehensive conscription policy will all be discussed at this meeting.

Yunhai.

Wang Ji Baozi Shop. (147 chapters)

Wang Youshun took a rag and wiped the table.

The upper half of the hair ribbon is silver, and the wrinkles on the face also show a bit of aging.

People in their 40s look like they are in their 50s.

"Boss, here are some steamed buns with pork, scallions, and pork delicacies. Eat here. By the way, bring me a bowl of seaweed and egg drop soup with more pepper powder... There are so few people today."

A middle-aged man wearing glasses walked into the store.

"I'm waiting to see the meeting today. There's no one there." Wang Youshun raised his head and smiled, "It's a coincidence that you came here. If you're more than ten minutes late, I'm going to close the store."

"It's only past seven o'clock, and the store closes so early." The man pushed his glasses and suddenly said, "I'm going to watch the conference later, right?"

"No way."

Wang Youshun's wife opened the drawer and took out two steaming steamed buns.

With a bit of reproach, she said, "Xiao Liu, you don't know, our old Wang has been talking about the conference half a month ago. He is a steamed stuffed bun seller, so he understands what conferences are."

"Fuck you, who said I don't understand." Wang Youshun, who was preparing egg drop soup in the back kitchen, scolded with a smile, "This is a full-scale conscription. What if I am recruited, I have to listen carefully."

"Boss, you don't need to worry too much." The man with glasses found a seat and sat down, and said with a smile, "The general conscription is aimed at young people, and at your age, even if you pass the conscription, there are not enough aliens to fill your teeth. "

"That's true." Wang Youshun also smiled.

However, the few traces of worry on his brows did not diminish.

An old man in his 40s does not need to be drafted into the army, but the girl in his family is not sure.

Now in this world, there are alien species everywhere, so there is no safety.

The death rate of the night watchmen is not made public.

But the news of the dead cannot be concealed.

The child of the family downstairs from the second uncle's neighbor's house is a night watchman. He lost a leg due to some mission.

The son of Yuanfang's second uncle, the owner of the melon stall opposite, is a night watchman, mentally polluted and half-crazy.

The uncle who often came to his shop to buy buns, and his second son was a night watchman, who was transferred to complete the task, gone.

It is always said that the situation can be stabilized, but disability seems to be a very normal word for night watchmen.

"Hey Lao Wang, what are you doing, the soup is not ready yet?"

A few shouts from his wife brought him back to his senses.

"Oh... oh yes, here we come." Wang Youshun quickly broke the eggs and then stirred them up.

A bowl of seaweed egg drop soup is quickly finished and served on the table.

"Here, egg drop soup with more pepper."

Wang Youshun happily served it.

The man in glasses took a bite of half a steamed stuffed bun, his mouth was full of oil, and he swallowed it, "Come on, I have to eat it quickly, and go to the company immediately after eating."

"Are you going to be late so early today?" Wang Youshun picked up the rag again and began to wipe the table.

"Don't mention it, all of us have to arrive at the company early today, and then watch the conference together, and we will deduct money if we are late."

The man glanced at the clock hanging on the wall.

There are still 45 minutes, too late.

...

Cloud Sea Cemetery.

The woman in a long black and white dress glanced back at the cemetery, then retracted her gaze.

He pulled the door open and slammed it shut.

"The tail number XXXX?"

The uncle driver asked.

"Yes."

Xu Lin put the small white bag on his lap, turned his face, and finally took a look at the cemetery.

The vehicle starts and drives off into the distance.

The scenery on both sides passes backwards until the cemetery disappears.

"The girl is a night watchman?"

"How do you know?" Xu Lin was stunned.

"My girl is also a night watchman." The uncle pointed at the cemetery, "You know the special training camp Sunfall."

"know."

How could Xu Lin not know about that brief sunset, hundreds of night watchmen and instructors sacrificed including Lu Nanfeng.

"My daughter is among the sacrifices."

The uncle said, as if he was talking about something that happened to someone else.

Xu Lin pursed his lips.

She noticed that facing the driver's seat, under the glass window, a small photo frame of a family of three stood quietly.

In the photo, the woman's appearance is not outstanding. She is wearing a night watchman uniform and looks heroic.

It's Zhang Jing.

Xu Lin recognized it all at once.

The two parties were not familiar with each other, but the victim was not weak at the beginning, and the sea of ​​clouds was only such a big place. As a civil servant, she was responsible for dispatching tasks and other aspects, so she naturally knew about it.

"It's been more than half a year, and sometimes I still feel as if she is by my side and hasn't gone far."

The uncle sighed, "Girl, the job of night watchman is indeed quite dangerous. If you are capable of a civilian job, you should try your best to transfer to a civilian job. It's safe."

"I'm a civil servant." Xu Lin forced a smile, "Safety...is only a relative term."

"It's true, there is no such thing as complete safety when the Night Watch Division deals with alien species." The uncle sighed, "This will not be a full-scale conscription soon, and I wonder if there will be any policy adjustments."

"Probably, it will get better and better."

Xu Lin lowered his head, and the screensaver on the phone turned on. It was a photo of her with a young man with broken hair.

Lin Mo.

Civilian personnel, in order to save children, swallowed Yaowang and died.

"Yes, Da Zhou will get better and better." The uncle nodded.

The vehicle drove into the urban area, and stopped in front of a residential area after a while.

"Girl, we're here." The uncle said slowly.

"Thank you."

Xu Lin took his bags and got out of the car.

Big week time, 10:[-], there are still [-] minutes before the start of the conference.

...

"Xiaoyun, Brother Liu is a very honest person who does some small business. You should think about it."

"Sister, I'm not in a hurry. It's only been half a year... I'll think about it when Hehe gets older in the future."

"Little Yunyou, you are 30 years old now. After your family Deng Ke left, you took care of Hehe by yourself. It will be a lot of money for the child to go to school in the future. You can't always rely on setting up a small stall to support the child."

The woman at the door tried to persuade her a few more times, but seeing that she couldn't be persuaded, she asked her to think about it, then waved her hand, turned and left.

After closing the door, the woman simply tidied up the ground.

"Mom, was anyone here just now?"

Wearing pajamas, the sleepy little girl came out of the room.

"Yes." The woman smiled and didn't explain too much, "Hehe got up a bit late today, go wash your face and brush your teeth, let's have breakfast together."

"Know it."

The little girl's voice was immature, muttering.

After washing, she sat down at the dining table.

In the corner of the side wall, a portrait of the deceased is quietly placed, as well as its urn.

The man in the portrait had a sad expression on his face, and it was frozen in time.

The woman stared at it for a few seconds, sighed slightly, and turned on the TV.

The clock ticked toward eight o'clock in the morning.

A picture of the large conference hall appeared on the TV, and the camera swept across the faces.

"Hey, I seem to have seen the big brother who appeared just now."

The camera flashed by, and Hehe made a sound.

The woman smiled.

Children, everyone looks familiar.

How could they have an intersection with the people in the conference.

In short.

In this way, under the gaze of a famous audience.

One week before New Year's Eve.

The general conscription meeting of the Great Week begins.