Chapter 596 Yan Mo: Great Witch, Is It a Code Name? (Two Updates!)
The cool summer breeze passes through the yard full of flowers.
In the yard built of red bricks and bluestones, Yan Mo leisurely tore off a rose.
She likes flowers like this, they are bright and neat, just like her.
Yan Mo never hesitates to stretch her youth and vitality. She wants to live a beautiful life that can be rummaged through when her head is full of gray hair.
But the happy days are always short-lived, and it’s time to go to work again.
No matter how much you love your career, in Yan Mo's view, when it becomes a job, boredom and exhaustion are always unavoidable.
Why do I have no money? If I had money, I would still need to work.jpg
Yan Mo stretched her waist and placed the rose in her hand on the vase next to her.
It can probably keep you alive for half a day.
But that was enough, after it had done its job, it was time for her to finish hers.
Afterwards, Yan Mo listed all his belongings.
There are yarrows, crystal balls, and even carrot cards.
Until now, Yan Mo didn't know which one of them played a role.
But it was always something that didn't matter, and she didn't care about what was behind it all.
Getting to the bottom of things is always not a pleasant thing.
Relatively speaking, she is more interested in a less gloomy life.
At least, that was the case in her youth.
It is now 11:59 noon...
Yan Mo glanced at the wall clock next to her that had some traces of weather and frost.
Not surprisingly, it's time for that guy to come.
Sure enough, when the hour hand was about to turn to 12.
There was a sound of increasingly familiar footsteps coming from outside the yard.
Then, an expressionless man walked in.
He looked at Yan Mo and revealed a stiff smile that looked like a trained but inferior graduate.
If this guy's father and her father weren't close comrades in arms, Yan Mo would really want to drive him out.
Humph, annoying guy...
Shameful overseer...
Will she, Yan Mo, be lazy?
Can’t that foreign spirit take a rest today?
Yan Mo sat down angrily.
When I came here, I seemed a little confused as to why Yan Mo could always get angry so naturally.
So I helped sort out other messy things on the table with some confusion.
As for Yan Mo's "household items", they were not touched.
boring man...
Yan Mo closed her eyes and ignored it.
She had thought that the other party would bring many interesting questions, but that didn't seem to be the case.
The contacts in the past few days were always based on various messy mathematical problems.
If it weren't for the fact that the gold consumed was real, Yan Mo would always feel that the other party was fooling him.
Yes, I don’t know since when, Yan Mo discovered that he had some kind of strange ability.
Through many opportunities and coincidences, she successfully sacrificed her mother's ring, obtained the location of the air conditioner remote control and... the love education from her mother.
As we all know, for a mother in a traditional family.
Even if your children’s children are already able to play soy sauce, you are still the kid who needs to be told to cross the road...
Yan Mo didn't know what kind of opportunity this was.
She doesn't have any big ambitions, and she doesn't have that much greed.
She just wants a brisk, less heavy green years.
But sometimes, people inevitably need to carry something.
And if you can't or don't want to bear it, you need to find another way.
Yan Mo, who spent a few days thinking about how to make the most of this ability to make money and become a winner in life, was finally touched by the unprecedented haggardness and anxiety shown in the mirror.
She finally decided to let go of her greed and pursue a lighter life.
So after trying to find the police station, Yan Mo was politely invited to an office that didn't look so special.
After some conversations and attempts, Yan Mo, who had not yet graduated from college, got a new job that would most likely sustain her until her retirement.
Then, like every young man who risked his life and threw himself into the siege.
Only after being bound by the shackles of work will you regret your mistakes:
It's time to live happily for a few more years before coming back...
Of course, it's always easier to be wise in hindsight.
What's more, is it about the path of life?
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"What is it today? It can't be high math..."
Yan Mo adjusted his condition, then looked at the big back head in front of him and said.
She has not liked this guy since she was a child. He is serious and looks like an adult.
Even more so now.
Da Beitou didn't say anything, he just took out the gold as material first, and then handed Yan Mo a sealed dossier with top secret on it.
Yan Mo's pupils couldn't help but shrink, feeling that something was wrong in the atmosphere.
She realized that there might be some changes in today's questions, and then she couldn't help but look at the other party nervously:
"Open it right here?"
Yan Mo subconsciously glanced at the sky above the courtyard. The sky was clear outside, and it seemed that he could see the faint shadows of stars.
Da Bei nodded, and then added:
"Don't worry, you'll be protected."
Only then did Yan Mo realize that she had always felt that she, who was so transparent, seemed to have some weight.
But what is today’s problem?
It's actually top secret...
Yan Mo took it tremblingly, and the file seemed to have some warmth.
That top-secret message with a strong warning seemed to make people feel a little painful.
After a certain attempt to cross the inhibitions and worries of taboos, a sense of excitement to explore something new suddenly comes.
Is it a key technological barrier for the development of some strategic weapons?
Or is it some core scientific research data that determines the fate of mankind?
Or is it the answer to an eternal mystery?
I just said, it should have been like this a long time ago!
If I hadn't had any money...
Under Yan Mo's seemingly calm appearance, something was about to stir.
With a high probability of being the first human being to know some great secret, Yan Mo carefully opened the seal that seemed to be not as strong as imagined.
Then, in Yan Mo's slender hands, the not-so-heavy file was slowly opened.
Under the bright sunshine, Yan Mo easily saw the black and white text on it.
At least it’s not some obscure numerical formula or something like that…
Yan Mo breathed a sigh of relief subconsciously, and then he was attracted by the content of the question itself.
Looking at a certain noun that occupied the C position of almost all questions, Yan Mo fell into deep doubts.
What are these strange questions?
When was Dawu Yixia active and his experience?
What is the relationship, likes and dislikes of the Great Witch Yi Xia with humans?
What is the evaluation of the great witch Yixia’s combat ability?
Did the great witch Yi Xia... destroy the world?
"Great Witch, is it a code name?"
Yan Mo looked at his childhood companions who disliked each other and asked with a blank expression.
Da Beitou glanced at her, then shook his head.
As a result, Yan Mo began to feel the weight of the file in his hand.
Oh, this time the question is really exciting, but it seems a bit too exciting...