Laid-off guide is a cat wife

After 20 years, the Holy Emperor Duncan Ayer reappeared in the public eye.This time, it is not to send New Year greetings to the people of the Empire and the Federation, but to announce the appointment of the new Consul of the Empire.

His aging virtual image occupies every projected screen in the empire: "I am well aware of the current state of the country, and I am worried. We need a top-down change. And this important task will be handed over to the new consul-Xue put."

Under the gaze of the 200 billion people in Interstellar, a man in a straight uniform with a gold edge on a white background, with a sword and a snake badge symbolizing the highest civil authority on his chest, walked slowly up the steps covered with a dark blue interstellar map woven gold carpet .

The moment he stood still and looked up, countless people held their breath in front of the screen.

— what a handsome face.

Like an antique dictionary with a gold cover, it is warm and calm, and after the edge fades, it is the indifference of witnessing the prosperity and annihilation of the great era.The eyeballs are slightly rolled behind the gold-rimmed glasses, as if the line of sight can penetrate the screen and plunge into the viewer's brain, scrutinizing indifferently.

Just by standing there without saying a word, he can make people's hearts beat like a drum, he can't breathe, and he bows his head in shame.

But many people immediately reacted: Xue Fang?Is it the person from the radio station last time?

The optical network once again set off a super-high discussion on the mysterious radio station incident.

Xue Fang knew about these discussions, but ignored them.

All he cares about is the whereabouts of Miao Xun.

Miao Xun's aircraft crashed into the outer space on the border of the empire, and only the broken body of Yuesa was found among the floating debris.

Generally speaking, the survival rate of an interstellar space crash is infinitely lower than 1%.The body was not found, most likely it was unfortunately crushed by the screw engine when the aircraft was disassembled, and then sucked elsewhere by the black hole ocean current.

After on-site inspection and matching of aircraft and ship wrecks, it was indeed found that most of the aircraft body was missing.The investigation team of the imperial military gave the answer of "unfortunately killed, the body is missing" on the spot.

Xue Fang refused to accept this result.

He asked Duncan Ayer to seal the border and conduct a close search across the empire.

Duncan Al told him bluntly: "Xue Fang, you have no right to ask me."

The heart of the old emperor of the empire is clearly revealed.If you are not qualified, you must be qualified.

Rescue time is precious and urgent, and there is only one way before Xue Fang—promise to be the consul, and become a part of Duncan Ayre's long and boring life.

"After finding Miao Xun, I will abdicate immediately."

Duncan Ayre tapped his index finger on the table, teasingly said: "Don't say that, you may never get back your little sentinel like this."

Xue Fang took a deep look at him, his mental power suddenly rioted, burned the small green card of consciousness contained in the prosthetic body, pulled it out, threw it into the trash can, turned and left.

Thanks to that massive spiritual tsunami, the spiritual domain of the guide is even more vast and boundless, without bottoming out.Now he has been able to use "non-touch" means, without relying on the mental body, to easily tear apart and blow up the consciousness of others from a long distance, and the maximum attack range can reach hundreds of people.

No matter where it is placed, it is an extremely terrifying spiritual nuclear weapon.

But Duncan Ayer didn't hurt at all. Anyway, there were replacement prosthetic bodies and green cards in the warehouse.His mental power can constantly change the object of attachment, as long as the body buried deep in the earth's core and soaked in the high-energy repairing fluid is immortal, the consciousness can obtain essentially eternal life.

Duncan Ayer released real power as promised.

The first thing Xue Fang did after taking office was to call all the military members involved in the investigation of the aircraft crash site into the office one by one, and forcefully torture their consciousness.

He believed that Duncan Ayer must be playing tricks, Miao Xun could not disappear without reason, and the most likely reason was that he was immediately rescued and hid by the military.

Torturing the brains of the Sentinels and sifting out useful information from them is extremely exhausting.

Getting used to the sweet love trickling out of Miao Xun's open mind from time to time, it is even more unbearable to read these strange messages again.

Xue Fang questioned the No.70 nine sentinels, the last one, but still found nothing.

The memory of all the officers showed the same answer: in that state of devastation, no one could survive.

Xue Fang decided to find it himself.

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The second time I saw him at the station, it was 04:30 in the morning.

There are few people on the street, and the weather is cold and acid rain, so you can see it at a glance.

10 hours ago, I passed by on night shift and saw him too.

Holding an umbrella, he stood on the most prosperous central street in the city, with a small bucket at his feet.

Many people stopped to watch, and there were not a few who opened their terminals and were excited about the live broadcast on Shangguang.com.

I've seen this face on optical networks and live news.During the time when the upper echelon of the empire took drastic measures to cut down and reform the Tibetans, consuls often dominated the hot searches because of their handsome looks.

It's been a year now.

A lot happened a year ago.

For example, the singing voice from the abandoned radio station ignited the entire interstellar at once.It is said that at that time, people listened to it in the bus rapid transit, subway spaceship, and any place with public communication channels.

The singing voice is hoarse and distant, full of emotions. Someone intercepted it and analyzed it segment by segment with noise reduction, but no one could understand what kind of ancient language it was.

I also listened to that recording.

It was placed on the optical network and spread and downloaded wildly. For a while, billions of people participated in the discussion enthusiastically, but it gradually died down after a month.

Just like the bubble burst, the enthusiasm dissipated, everything became a phantom, and was gradually forgotten.

The radio incident seems to have triggered a butterfly effect.

After that, Yuesa, the deputy prime minister of the Federation, was declared dead, and the new consul of the empire came to power.One before the other, it seems that the old and the new are replaced, but when you think about it carefully, it seems that there is no connection.

After 234 years, the emperor set up a consul again, saying that he wanted to promote reforms, rectify and standardize the prosthetic body market, and balance the social status of sentinels.Everyone just treats it as after-dinner news, just listen to it.

What kind of consul or prime minister is just a change of person, life is still the same, jobs are still not found, compressed cans still have to be eaten, rents, utilities continue to rise.

At that time my life was very difficult.

I have just been working as a senior maintenance worker in a canning factory for a year, and my leg was broken by a machine. I have no money to go to the treatment room, so I can only install an electronic prosthetic leg. With the compensation from the factory, I found a meager job in a convenience store. Work.

Ordinary people without supernatural powers lead such a dull and hopeless life.

I left work at 04:30 in the morning and had to wait for the first tram to go back at 6:[-] in the morning.

Fortunately, there are a lot of expired food in the convenience store today that needs to be thrown away. I took some, and I can barely eat enough these days.

So, at 4:47 in the morning, I met him again at the bus stop.

The consul was drenched in the rain. He was holding a crepe that was also in a mess. The paper bag that contained the cake was wet, so he didn't eat a bite.

Although this area is in the city center, the crime rate is quite high at night. The convenience store where I work is often robbed by gangs.It is really audacious for the consul to stand here alone.

Not knowing why, I walked over to say hello to him.

"You... it's best not to come out alone at night. The gangsters in this area are very fierce. Even if you come out, you must bring a sentry. You shouldn't be short of sentries, right?"

My tone is not good.

When the other party turned his eyes and looked over, my heart suddenly trembled, as if someone had inserted a cold probe into my brain and then pulled it out immediately.

The consul smiled gently: "It doesn't matter, there will be no gangsters in the future."

I think he is talking big.The gangsters in this city have nothing to do with the arrival of the army.

I asked, "Why are you staying here and not leaving?"

The Consul pulled a stack of papers from his damp black cashmere overcoat and handed me one.

【Notice of cat hunting: Please come back to me】

There is only this line of words, which is so strange that there is no limit.

"Why is there no cat's name, what does it look like, and how big is it?"

He said softly, "The cat will come back when it sees me."

for show.

Naked show.

The major interstellar media all agreed that he was promoting himself.

For a year, he has been tough, blocking civilian passages across the empire's borders.At the same time, he traveled almost throughout the entire empire. No matter which planet or city he went to, he would buy the largest and tallest projection screen in the central square and broadcast to the whole city: Xue Fang is here, and I am here.

After that, I stood quietly in the most crowded place in the city center, with a small bucket with a lid at my feet.

Anyone can watch and comment.

Have to say, this trick works.

Now the Internet is full of news about him.Some people think that he is scheming and good at playing political shows.There are also voices that he is approachable and approachable, and he is doing field trips for the sake of the people.

Of course, a considerable part of the latter is his face powder temperament powder.

I took a sneak peek through the streetlights.

I heard that the Consul used to be a university teacher and a famous scholar, who was persecuted by the Federation and exiled to the Empire. He has a prominent family background and is young. He is still a guide who can heal people.

But his face was gaunt now, with high cheekbones and a thinner and sharper jaw than before.

"Are you serious about looking for a cat?" I asked him.

The consul lowered his eyes: "It's true."

"You don't look too upset about the loss of the cat."

The consul touched his cheek: "Really? It doesn't look sad."

I was a little angry, "If my kitten is lost, I will definitely cry to find it."

Consul: "You are a kind little girl."

He bent down, picked up the small bucket, shook the water droplets on it, lowered his head and smiled and said to me: "There is still a while before the car arrives, so I'll treat you to something to eat."

Maybe he is born with an irresistible temperament, just like when the head teacher asks you for homework, you hesitate and dare not say "no".

I was forced to be invited to dinner by him.

Two bowls of self-service ramen, sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, facing a neon advertising screen that is the height of the building, with large characters constantly scrolling: [Xue Fang is here]

Tell the world all the time.

What a shame.How could someone do such a high-profile thing quietly?

But this guy doesn't look like a narcissist either.

"Have you ever had a cat?" the consul asked suddenly.

I said, "I'm raising them. There are three cats waiting for me to go back and feed them."

Talking about cats, the man suddenly became human.He has a lot of emotions about raising cats.

I said that cats are annoying sometimes, and they often run out of the house without saying hello, which made me have a hard time looking for them.

He said that kittens will have such a temper, so we need to give them more patience and trust.

At the beginning, I thought he would talk to me about some fake interstellar events, or even ask about the current situation of people's livelihood.I never thought that he would ask me such trivial matters.

I told him: "The cat will be very scared if it is lost. Don't look at it scratching and scratching at home. When it goes out, it will huddle up and hide in the corner. Call its name loudly, because the cat is waiting for someone who knows its name." Go find it."

The consul's polite expression collapsed for a moment.

I saw his glasses soaked in a mist of water.He quickly got up to say sorry, and went to the toilet to clean his glasses.

Maybe...he did those strange things to find the cat.

Before leaving, the consul still stood there stubbornly, unwilling to leave, even though there was no one on the street.

He lowered his eyes and said with a smile: "Looking for a cat is to stick to it at night. They hear the news during the day, and they will tentatively come to have a look at night."

He also grabbed a lot of candy from the small bucket and gave it to me, saying that he would ask me to call my cat for help when I go back and see my cat. If I meet a stray kitten who can’t find a home, it will remind him of his family.

I was a little dizzy when I got on the tram.

Did I really have dinner and chat with the high-ranking and powerful Uncle Consul? !

I seem to have forgotten to ask him if the person singing on the radio is looking for him.

Oddly enough, after I got home and ate fruit candy, I actually picked up the three cats and told them seriously: "When you go out for a walk every morning, if you see a stray kitten, remind them to think about going back to the cat." way home."

Talking to cats seems a bit neurotic?

The next morning, news reports said the consul left for the next city.

He kept watch for three days and three nights, but he didn't get his cat here after all.

But I received a notice from the government after a while, and I went to work in a new place, the salary and working hours were very suitable, and I also had a coupon for the hospital's treatment regeneration chamber.

Praetor he...

"Ding dong! Ding dong!" The doorbell rang.

When I opened the door, there was a young man with honey-colored skin, hugging my fat cat and asking kindly: "Is it your cat? It seems that it can't find a home."