Endless route

Chapter 113 20. Proof of meritorious service

The original Western Region Capital Division was in Fu'en City, and the Cultural Relics Bureau may have a similar layout. Those involved in the management of cultural relics cannot avoid metaphysics, but their attitudes are completely different.

My adoptive father actually told a similar story before. If the Cultural Relics Bureau encounters weird and weird things, they will immediately seal them.

It seems like it should be true.

They were really all ruined.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be a headache for a bloody man, and he would need a young man like himself to go upstairs and look at the photos.

Can do this.

Zheng Yun admired them very much.

The Cultural Relics Bureau should have access to more magical objects than I imagined, and among them there are definitely those that can be stably controlled, or those involving 'immortality'.

But they kept nothing.

We would rather give up these attractive inheritances and do our best to safeguard the interests of ordinary people.

Zheng Yun also thought carefully about who and what people would be opposed by the supernatural beings.

Be the holder and the victim.

It's Triton and the evil ways.

There are still some unifying characteristics.

The final conclusion is.

It is the confrontation between privileges and ordinary people. As long as there are privileges, there must be victims. The experiment, development, possession and control of supernatural beings are persecuting ordinary people everywhere.

Even Haiwei is the same. Zhang Kuixi is also a Haiwei. He has done all the evil. In addition, Jidao also said that the gate of immortality is not open to everyone. This is also a kind of hidden persecution.

It's really hard to hold back.

Zheng Yun himself felt that he was a decent person, but he couldn't help it. He didn't want to make friends with Wang Xi, let alone the black jade pillow, and he didn't want to tell anyone about the secret realm...

admire.

But just admire it.

"I have a friend who is good at identifying these photos. I sent them to him for a look. He has been living in seclusion in the ashram all year round and lives overseas. He doesn't even have an ID card."

Zheng Yun answered politely and made a condition at the same time. Unfortunately, his skills were not as good as those of these old foxes. His words were basically like reaching out to ask for them.

"Your friend is still worried about this matter. Tell him that he can bring the certificate and go through the formal process." Mr. Xu laughed and refused.

"Can we do it without proof?"

Zheng Yun said directly that he was really not good at this trick, so he wouldn't play it anymore. The showdown was ruined.

"Haha, then go to Sanguan Dojo and ask them to issue a certificate to your friend." Mr. Xu said with a smile.

"I have other friends."

Zheng Yun thought of Xian Yao and others again.

"This kid is a lot more straightforward than your father." Mr. Xu sighed with a sigh.

Many things must go through procedures, and the lights cannot be turned on at all. If there is a problem with a few words, it is a big problem.

Pause for a moment.

He then suggested: "Proofs of meritorious service and letters of thanks published in newspapers to protect people's property, avoid heavy losses, or save a large number of lives in the region or overseas are also acceptable."

"Been taught a lesson."

Zheng Yun suddenly realized.

He really didn't know about this. If he had known, he would have asked Ji Daoxianyao to be interviewed last time, and it would have been easy for him to get proof of meritorious service and a thank-you letter in the newspaper.

"You have?"

Xu Laopin has some flavor.

He originally wanted to wait for Zheng Yun to ask him where he was going to perform meritorious service, and then hook up with the ancient building. Unexpectedly, Zheng Yun stopped asking, and even looked visibly relieved from his expression, as if it was easy to avoid huge property and save a lot of lives.

"This does exist."

Zheng Yun thought about it carefully.

Others may not be consistent. There were not many Chinese among the hundreds of people on the shipwrecked cruise ship, and they were not rescued independently. There were also rescue forces from all parties to provide support.

But Professor Zhang, his research team, and equipment worth over 100 million were rescued independently by himself and others.

The university where Professor Zhang works is a domestic university, and the research team is also affiliated with the university. This is a real way to avoid major losses and protect people's property.

They have a good relationship with Professor Zhang, and since the facts are here, it will certainly not be difficult to prove it.

"Okay, that's good. Young people have such energy, which is worthy of praise." Mr. Xu picked up the teacup and moistened his throat.

"There seems to be a lot of extended meanings of Xue Ren, I have to go back and check." Zheng Yun suddenly changed his words.

He really didn't know much about it. The word "blood demon" was commonly used in various literary media, including imps raised with blood, companions of monsters, and vampires.

Vampires here.

It means the one in the West.

"Can you check clearly without seeing the real thing?" Mr. Xu suddenly said lightly.

"Real object?" Zheng Yun was confused.

"Take these photos back and have a look. If you have any ideas, please call me." Mr. Xu took out another bag of photos from under the table and placed it on the table.

Zheng Yun nodded and took it.

He took one out and glanced at it.

The pupils couldn't help but shrink slightly.

Because this is actually the body of a foreigner, it looks like he has been dead for a long time, and the age of the photo is also somewhat distorted.

"If there is a way, just take the things and go to the field to cooperate with the relevant units to see. If you have meritorious service, our unit can also open it, and it will be easier."

Mr. Xu stood up and said.

Zheng Yun nodded, knowing that this meant seeing off the guests, so he stood up and prepared to leave.

"Take these registration information back as well. Just restore the archive and restore it. I'm too lazy to re-enter it." Mr. Xu returned the certificate provided by Zheng Yun to Zheng Yun.

"Sorry to trouble you, senior."

Zheng Yun nodded, took the things and left.

…

It was only early ten o'clock when he returned to the pawn shop. Ji Dao was still sitting at the door, studying the museum album with his eyes so focused that he didn't notice Zheng Yun when he walked to the door.

"There's a deal."

Zheng Yun threw a bag of photos on the table, took the ID and put it into the house. He saw Xian Yao sitting on a lounge chair in the backyard, watching a drama and blindly carving a jade object in his arms.

"Master Xian, isn't this the ancient building I saw yesterday?" Jidao took out the photo and took a look.

Zheng Yun brought back a large number of photos, including all of them. It is estimated that there are hundreds of photos in total.

"Hey, isn't this that thing?" Ji Dao took out a photo and looked at it under the sun.

"They said it was caused by blood. What do you think?" Zheng Yun took out some photos for him.

"I seem to have remembered it. Master Xian, wait a minute. I'll sort it out. I've seen this thing before." Ji Dao covered his forehead and spread the photos on the table.

"What are you doing?"

Liu Ming's voice suddenly sounded. He was wearing hotel slippers and walking with Hu Ruihua Huzi and the others.

"Where are your shoes?"

Zheng Yun looked at it and asked.

"It's lost. What is this? Damn it, why did this person die like this?" Liu Ming looked down at the photo.

"Isn't this what I said last night? Why is there a photo here?" Huzi shrank his neck and looked at the details of the corpse in the photo, feeling his scalp feel cold.

"I remembered, this is not that thing, this is a thing. I have to go find the person who sold the evil charm last time. He probably knows what's going on."

Ji Dao suddenly raised his head and looked at Zheng Yun. Because there were many people around, he didn't say anything directly.

"The Riddler... designated diarrhea."

Liu Ming couldn't help but complain.

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