Chapter 1425 Regeneration Plan

In the London night, the ambulance moved forward in the street, and the bustling lights shone like stars.

But no one spoke in the car.

It wasn't an awkward silence, but more like a calm that didn't need to be said.

It was so quiet that you could even hear your breathing.

It seemed that there was a brief moment of trance.

She closed her eyes in the passing light outside the window, but soon opened her eyes alertly, only to find that the volume of the radio in the car had been turned down at some point.

The scenery outside the window is completely different from before.

She fell asleep.

"How long should I sleep?" She propped herself up.

"Five minutes, less than."

Huai Shi glanced at her and couldn't help laughing: "My mouth is drooling."

Ai Qing looked at him without making any move, nor did she wipe the corners of her mouth in embarrassment. She just looked at him until Huai Shi shrugged in embarrassment.

"Okay, I'm just kidding."

He corrected: "Actually, you only slept for three minutes."

"..."

Ai Qing looked away and ignored him.

I just couldn't help but sigh.

When did this stubborn and shameless appearance begin?

Rarely, she actually began to miss the past - a time when she could control tools and use them at will for a little money. At least he would have a little more respect for his superiors.

After getting paid, you still have to say that the boss is generous.

"I'm getting more and more annoying, Huai Shi."

She whispered softly.

"Um?"

Huai Shi, who was driving, looked over blankly.

"The sublime's hearing isn't that bad, right?" Ai Qing glanced at him pretending not to hear, propped up her chin and looked out the window: "Drive well."

"Um."

Huai Shi nodded and took one last look at the navigation: "We're almost there."

On the right side of Long Street, on the edge of London.

That is a...

"Hospital?"

Huaishi was speechless and glanced at the ceiling of the ambulance.

Now, he finally understood why Ai Qing wanted to find an ambulance. It was the original soup and the original food, right?

"But it seems to have been closed."

Through the swaying wiper, Huaishi could see the faintly emerging fence in the light rain, and the kind of vigilance that didn't belong to an ordinary hospital at all: "There's not even an emergency room, this place doesn't look very good... How do I get in?"

"Just bump it in."

Ai Qing said: "Knock on the door louder to make the 'master' wake up and stop pretending to be asleep."

"OK."

Huai Shi smiled: "I like this so much."

Depress the accelerator and turn the steering wheel straight.

The siren lights were turned on again, and amid the high-pitched screams, the ambulance gleamed and sped through the thin rain, setting off layers of rain curtains and breaking through the insignificant mist.

Straight, it broke through the blockage in front of the gate, and the loud noise broke the silence of the night. It jumped into the courtyard, flicked skillfully among the dodging security personnel, and glided forward with an elegant spin of 720 degrees. .

Finally, it stopped in front of the building.

The passenger's door opened, facing the door in front of him, and the dimly lit hall behind the door.

The belated siren sounded only now.

"what's next?"

Huai Shi reached out and helped Ai Qing down from the passenger seat.

"I'll ask you to wait for a while." Ai Qing glanced at the building in front of her and said, "I need some time."

"good."

Huai Shi yawned and glanced at the surrounding situation: "Speaking of which, what do you want to eat for dinner? Is it too late to call and make a reservation now?"

"……random."

"That's just right."

Huaishi scrolled through the messages on her phone happily: "I found a good-looking shop on the way here. The signature is cuttlefish angel noodles. It smells good and is open all night."

Ai Qing instinctively wanted to roll her eyes.

Are you a dog?

I can never adapt to this guy's brain circuit.

She shook her head, leaned on her crutches, and walked into the elevator at the end of the hall.

Huai Shi took a newspaper from the newspaper rack, sat with her legs crossed in the hall, unfolded it, and hummed the melodies that had already been engraved in her instincts.

Under the dim light of the solitary lamp, the shadows behind him spread silently and swayed, as if pouring back into the darkness, covering everything.

In the darkness, scarlet pupils opened one after another, like distant and dazzling blood-colored stars.

Staring coldly at all those who approach.

Silent warning.

When the door opened, the smell of rain from outside flowed into the room along with the visitor, and the lights were dim amid the monotonous ticking of life-support equipment.

On the hospital bed, behind the oxygen mask, there was a hoarse breathing sound.

Layers of cables are entangled on that shriveled and incomplete body, maintaining his or her life... It is difficult to distinguish the original characteristics, and it is impossible to know what he or she has experienced.

There was no hair left, and the exposed and mutilated limbs were covered with traces of burns and surgeries. Under the thin quilt, a shockingly thin outline emerged, as well as traces of undulating cables.

Only when his cloudy pupils are raised, can people notice that he may still have some consciousness left.

Watch whoever comes.

On his left hand, the three missing fingers flickered slightly on the edge of the bed.

"You're too late, Ai Qing."

A smooth electronic sound sounded like a joke: "Do you like my gift?"

"Tank truck? That's pretty tasteless."

Ai Qing shook her head coldly, dragged a chair and sat across from him: "If you want to say it, apart from explosions, you don't seem to have any other ideas, 'Senior'.

Even less surprising than your identity. "

Unabashedly, his own ridicule.

There is no trace of gratitude for the 'help' provided by the other party.

Even though this is their first meeting, in secret, the two parties have interacted countless times - as investigators who also belong to the 'pioneer meeting', conducting 'friendly exchanges'.

Code name [Black Sheep].

The scapegoat, the black sheep... describes the other party's behavior very vividly: he never shows himself in the sun, hides himself behind the scenes, and commands the puppet to act remotely. Focusing on the mess in the sewage ditch, he performs cruel work that is unacceptable to ordinary people.

At the same time, he was also the driving force behind the decision-making room's order to instruct Schweiger to investigate Huaishi.

As reciprocal revenge, Ai Qing mercilessly eradicated the other party's subordinates in Seoul and everything he secretly arranged, smashing the plan he had prepared for two years to pieces.

A thorn in the side, a stumbling block.

In a nutshell, the relationship between the two parties is such a simple and straightforward one.

But before this, Ai Qing never thought that the other party would take the initiative to reveal his location and true appearance to her, and deliberately leave clues during the tanker attack so that she could find him.

In a sense, Ai Qing should be grateful for the reminder. If it weren't for the tanker attack, she wouldn't even know that she had been targeted by so many people.

Caught in a net without knowing it.

It wasn't until that moment that she realized that she had been involved in a certain plan and conspiracy from the time she was dismissed from her post, no, from the time she determined to continue the investigation.

Without knowing anything, you fell into a trap!

Although she didn't know why the other party chose to 'reach out', she had no choice.

This opportunity to go deeper must be seized.

"Stop wasting time, tell me, what exactly is the command bureau doing?"

Ai Qing asked directly: "What exactly is the decision-making room doing?"

"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha -"

As the scapegoat's left hand flicked, the electronic voice let out a mocking laugh without any fluctuations: "You should ask what the 'Pioneer Meeting' is planning to do."

"Haven't you noticed it yet?"

The electronic voice said: "Are all the people involved the tools of other Pioneer Association investigators? Who else besides the Pioneer Association has the ability to cause such a big commotion in London?

Don’t you still know that this is a fight within the Pioneer Association? "

At that moment, Ai Qing was silent.

But in my memory, the words on the screen at the pilot meeting suddenly appeared.

It said: [We are considering you... Thirty-one investigators, twenty-seven tasks... Six gave up, two failed... Eleven people are missing, active or passive, and their whereabouts are unknown. 】

It said: [We will watch you. 】

"..."

Ai Qing's eyes gradually became cold. She instinctively wanted to deny the suspicion in her heart, but she had no way to refute: "You want to say that the leader is making us kill each other?"

"why not?"

The scapegoat asked: "Isn't this what the so-called tools are used for? Dirty work, tiring work, shady work, in the end, it loses its use value and becomes garbage.

Or usher in abandonment before becoming garbage. "

"Welcome to the dark side of the pilot meeting, Ai Qing."

The electronic sound of the scapegoat is so playful that it sounds like mocking laughter.

He said,

"——Welcome to the [Regeneration Plan]!"

"I can not understand."

Ai Qing categorically retorted: "Even as tools, investigators are still the most expensive ones. The pilot meeting is certainly cold-blooded, but what is the value of doing so? And for what purpose?"

"Of course it's for greater value."

The scapegoat replied: "Is it enough for the bureau and the entire situation?"

Ai Qing was silent.

"Now, you should also know the situation of the command bureau, right? The entire current situation - do you think that under this situation, the command bureau can maintain its old appearance and retain its former arrogance without any change? What?"

The scapegoat said: "Today, facing the pressure of the war between the worlds...the time has come for the Administration to change."

Even if it is as rigid and conservative as the Administrative Bureau, there are times when it changes. In fact, there have been many changes, reorganizations, and replacements in history.

Being rigid and conservative is to ensure the stability of the order, but similarly, when the order must change, the command bureau will never hesitate.

Whether it is to adapt to the times, to develop, to integrate internal factions, or to reconcile internal conflicts.

The slow efficiency of the central decision-making room, which was perfect in peacetime, was gradually unable to cope with the continuous changes and situations.

But, how should it change?

Among so many voices and demands, which side should be listened to? Among so many directions and decisions, which side of the idea should be adopted?

Not only the increasingly serious conflict between the border faction and the sovereign faction, but also the relationship between the Astronomical Society and the Five Permanent Members, the balance between the sublime and ordinary people, the rules of border operation...

Central decision-making room? Local branches? Energy Association? Financial center? Security Bureau? Abyss Development Agency? Ministry of Rail Transit? Alchemy Management Office? Center for Drug Review? Property Rights Department? logistics department? Current defense headquarters?

Where is more important? Asia? Europe? America? Africa? Australia?

Which country or region has priority?

Rome? Eastern Xia? America or Russia?

Which side to focus on? Which way do you prefer? Which side is negative?

Who decides?

Who is qualified to decide?

There is only one place, supported by the entire sea of ​​silver, with the consciousness of all mankind as the core...an institution that can truly re-measure everything from the overall situation.

Pilot meeting!

"The Forerunner will always be right, the Forerunner will never lie, and the Forerunner will make decisions for all mankind, right?" the scapegoat asked, "But where does this almost blind trust come from?"

It's nonsense.

Because it does what all mankind expects, it is always correct. Because what the Leader says is what all mankind wants to say, it will never lie.

Likewise, the Herald will make choices for humanity.

After humans make their choices——

When the contradictions existing in the Silver Sea reach a threshold, and when the structure of the governing bureau cannot adapt to the new era, the instinctive calls and shouts from countless souls in the Silver Sea will awaken individual personality fragments in the Forerunners and activate the established program, weighing everything again.

This is the key to preventing order from becoming a shackles, laws from becoming shackles, and preventing the administration from rotting away from day-to-day rigidity and obscurity.

From the beginning, the command and insurance organs were rooted in the lowest level.

"Relevant preparations have already started, Ai Qing."

A strange smile appeared on the burned face of the scapegoat: "Long before today, even earlier than you imagined..."

The pilot meeting must make a decision.

To do this, all will be looked at and the value of each party measured.

But words are worse than actions, and how can arguments be as empirical as evidence?

For the pioneer association, all words are empty, and no matter how wonderful the preaching and narration are, they are no different than talking in sleep. It focuses on human desires and the desires of the Silver Sea.

When the subject becomes a collection of all human beings, individual ambitions and group voices become insignificant. A huge mountain of pressure falls on everyone's head, and the decisions that determine the rise and fall of a faction in the next hundred years are nothing more than a speck of dust in its hands.

Because of this, it must be measured properly and solemnly.

Even if you mobilize all your strength.

To this end, they did not hesitate to lower the sea of ​​silver and demarcate the entire London as the scope. Representatives from all parties were placed in it to fight against each other. Based on the entire governing bureau, they mobilized the souls of all mankind to form an unprecedented huge structure and carry out chaos. Calculation!

The whole of London today has actually become a closed ceremony and reaction cauldron.

A sandbox.

"This is a ritual and we are all sacrifices."

"This is an operation and we are all the data needed."

“We represent not just ourselves, but everything behind us…our race, our gender, our positions and our claims.”

"We are the sparks in the collision of ideas, the struggle in consideration and decision-making, and also the parameters and sources needed for the established results..."

The so-called calculation process is a ten-day civil war.

The lives of investigators are used to state claims, the wins and losses among investigators are used to determine the order, and the organization represented by the investigators is bound to the ideological trends in the Silver Sea to determine the direction of the bureau in the following decades or even centuries. A grand operation to unify internal and external policies, decision-making tendencies, and even amend laws!

Revolutionize everything and recast order!

——This is the [Regeneration Plan]!

In the dead silence, thunder passed across the sky outside the window, and in the flash of lightning, heavy rain poured down.

There was silence in the ward.

Only Ai Qing was holding on to her crutches, staring silently at the 'scapegoat' in front of her, her face expressionless, her fingers tapping slightly on the crutches, as if in deep thought.

After a long time, when her pupils raised again, there was no longer any confusion or confusion.

"It seems you have figured it out," said the scapegoat.

"No, I haven't figured it out. There are a lot of things I can't figure out."

Ai Qing asked coldly: "Since it is a plan to use investigators as sacrifices, we must ensure that investigators do not deliberately resist or sabotage.

In other words, all participants must be voluntary.

So why involve me in this? "

"Don't you volunteer?"

Under the scapegoat's oxygen mask, there was a hoarse gasp, as if laughing, and he flicked his fingers: "Who told you not to give up, Ai Qing?

You checked too quickly, went too deep, disturbed the balance, and even touched the existence of the regeneration plan... But you don't want to stop, right?

Even the pilot will give hints many times.

You are such a person. Once you catch a clue, you will not let go. When you see a problem, you will not remain silent. Even if the leader deliberately tries to stop you, you won't give up, right?

If you leave it alone, sooner or later you will interfere with the operation of the regeneration plan - you will become a variable, no, you become a variable voluntarily. "

The scapegoat asked curiously: "So, since you are so eager to get here, why do you resist this mission?"

Ai Qing said nothing.

Close your eyes and take a deep breath.

Covering his face, he could no longer hold back his self-deprecating smile.

What is this?

Being smart? It's your own fault? Asking for trouble?

Or, seeking death?

In the silence, she once again recalled the questions from the pilot meeting in the underground space.

[Ai Qing, can you accept failure? 】

"cannot."

[Ai Qing, is everything you do for yourself? 】

"certainly."

At that time, she thought she could accept unknown changes and risks, so she accepted this task. But I never thought that my identity as a candidate would be decided at that moment!

Originally, she thought she was already prepared.

But now, she felt a sudden regret.

If I had known this.

No, even if he didn't know it, he had subconsciously implemented the wrong strategy and made the most fatal mistake, an unforgivable mistake.

My self at that time...

Why did you make that call?

So shameless——

She subconsciously clutched the umbrella that served as a crutch.

On the back of his hand, veins popped out.

The knuckles showed an angry whiteness.

But soon, the anger that was insignificant compared to reality disappeared from her eyes. She exhaled her irritated breath and regained her composure again.

"Go on," she said.

"Not long after, when the early morning bell rings, we will enter the third day of the plan."

The scapegoat spoke up and announced in a leisurely manner: "As the successor, you don't have much time left, Ai Qing. If you want to make a difference, you must...

"Take a joint, right?"

Ai Qing interrupted him and stared straight at the mutilated face covered with an oxygen mask, "So, I need to form an alliance with you.

I needed an ally because I was starting so late compared to everyone else.

You also need an ally, because of your own physical limitations—"

Under the oxygen mask, the scapegoat's expression twitched, as if he was laughing, his fingers flicked, and the electronic voice continued: "You are a smart man, I know it."

"But you're not."

Ai Qing sighed regretfully, her expression returned to its usual indifference, and she entered working mode again.

She said, "Because you lied to me."