bad, i'm a fool

"Don't make noise, brothers, let's see what Sherlock Holmes said, your barrage is too fast."

"That's Sherlock Hook!"

"Just know who you're talking about!"

Sherlock Hook stayed in the live broadcast room, but did not release his analysis content for a long time.

He is now in the state of ward rounds, watching the anchor rooms one after another in his live broadcast room, trying to dig out something from Han Dongwen's speech.

But he only extracted one sentence.

"Someone..."

Sherlock Hook turned on the microphone and spoke hesitantly.

"The emperor said just now that after the alien was born, it was 'someone' who strongly recommended him to allow the alien from Simeng to join the sect."

"Simeng became the most friendly country to aliens among all the countries, which should be the reason."

"This person, if I'm right, should be the head of the National Security Department!"

There was some commotion on the school grounds, but fortunately, the officers and soldiers of the National Army Division quickly maintained order.

"A few nights ago, it was reported by the Ministry of Surprise of the National Military Division that aliens rushed into the Qianshan Palace in Haizhou and tried to break into the headquarters of the Division of the National Military Division of Haizhou. This is why so many strangers were detained in front of the widow. .”

Han Dongwen looked at the player in front of him.

To blame them?
It's useless to ask farts. For them, their speech on stage is just a cutscene.

There is no punishment that can fall on them. This is the imperfection of Simeng's entire alien management mechanism.

So how to punish a man who has nothing to lose.

The answer that Wen Yongxing taught Han Dongwen at the beginning was that if a person has nothing to lose, then there is always something to take away from them.

opportunity.

"At first, I didn't know how dissatisfied you were with the imperial court. You ran into Qianshan Palace and the barracks. After being interrogated by the officers and soldiers of the shocking department, you actually told the widow a nonsensical answer!"

Han Dongwen's voice was a little heavier, and the tone was also a little higher:
"Are you curious about the appearance of the maid?!"

He became angry, almost scolding: "The widow and Simeng treat the foreigner like this, and the foreigner is playing with the court like this now?!"

A maid of honor is not a concubine, except for the main concubine and the queen, all concubines should stay in the palace.

Even the last time Chi Hanqing waited with the army, the premise was that Han Dongwen nodded.

But the palace ladies are only from the common people, and they can even go out of the palace and visit relatives when they are off work on weekdays.

Committing a felony because of the reason of wanting to see a court lady really sounds like a child's play.

What Han Dongwen scolded was exactly the voice of the third division.

He glared angrily at the silent school grounds, and said in a tone of hatred for iron and steel: "Originally, I really thought that the stranger was a guest of Simeng, and it was God's help, so I followed the advice like a stream, not only allowing you to join the sect, Compiled as a rebel army, I really thought that Yiren could be integrated with Simeng, and even prepared to persuade you to buy a property here, but it turned out to be like this!"

"Fuck?"

During the live broadcast, Sherlock Hook couldn't help blurting out these two words.

What did the dog emperor just say?
He just said that it is possible for a foreigner to buy a property in Simeng?
Can... Buy a house and start a family?

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Perhaps, human beings have always been enthusiastic about owning their own territory at all times.

People with a good history will know that in the era when human beings could only play games in front of the display screen, housing was still a commodity that ordinary people could afford for a lifetime.

But in the current era, such a good thing has long since disappeared.

Changes in the environment have made the price of shelters astronomical. Most people can only live in rented places like Huang Ziwen, pay the rent, and relax in a completely illusory world after work and production.

Before Queyin, the content of the simulation software with the highest installation rate was extremely simple.

Good Life - You can simulate your own world and your own residence in your brain. Even though the free version of "Good Life" has a limited area, it is enough for most people to build a home in their hearts.

A decent, dignified, home.

There are multiple rooms, bathrooms that won't rush to use, and stoves that don't smell all over the house.

A small courtyard if possible.

A swimming pool if you like.

A space that is big enough for cats to run without having to bear the smell, and for dogs to run around.

I don't know how many people, after finishing the butt, hid back in the world of "Good Life", waiting to be awakened by the hammer of reality the next day.

"You want to see it? Then watch it!"

Han Dongwen turned around angrily, grabbed Xiaohongdou's arm, winked at her calmly, and pulled her, who was still quite nervous, to the front of the stage.

Next, it was the first official appearance of the head of the National Security Department in front of the members of the National Security Department, the first time, to speak out.

"The boss is here!"

"coming!"

"What did the shitty emperor say?"

"Can you build a home?"

"Huh? Fuck, is it true or not?"

The discussion about the so-called buying a house was mixed with the expectation of Xiaohongdou. In the midst of the chaos, the voice of Gu Anqi, the director general of the State Security Department, rang out timidly through the spiritual voice plate.

"country……"

Startled by her amplified voice, she subconsciously looked back at Han Dongwen.

Han Dongwen nodded slowly, motioning for her to continue.

So, Xiao Hongdou tried her best to imitate the appearance of her father teaching in her memory, cleared her throat, and began to read what she had just memorized:

"The country regards the country as the country, and stability comes first."

"Si Lu's strict meaning, the commander-in-chief of the Simeng army and people for thousands of years, can't be messed up overnight."

"Flesh and blood can be punished, but steel and iron can't act recklessly."

She paused for a moment, then stood slightly forward, so that the strangers in the audience could see her appearance clearly.

"Wanwang Yiren can listen to these words, don't let His Highness and the people of Simeng feel chilled."

The meaning of these few words is very simple.

The laws of Simeng have made the people of Simeng live and work in peace and contentment for many years, so they cannot be ignored.

Otherwise, Simeng will no longer be Simeng, and the king and people of Simeng will not ignore this kind of thing.

To deal with ordinary people of flesh and blood, Simeng can impose more punishments, but strangers should not rely on their own life to do whatever they want.

"That's what it means, it belongs to nonsense literature."

Sherlock Hook frowned and commented.

What Han Dongwen did was really just pulling Xiao Hongdou out for the stranger to see, and then using her mouth to make the stranger calm down?
He hurriedly played back the video in the live broadcast room for a few seconds, and watched it several times intently.

"National... Security... Division..."

Sherlock Hook was taken aback for a moment, almost biting off the cigarette in his mouth.

"This is hiding the head!"

In the school grounds, Xiao Hongdou's voice still echoed in the wind.

"how?"

Yang Churan asked Yang Facai beside him in a low voice.

"The court lady pulled it out, even if the aliens insisted that they ran into the barracks just for the court lady, there was nothing to say."

Yang Facai replied in a deep voice: "But that's all. I have already bowed my head to the stranger, so what else can I expect?"

Yang Churan nodded without saying a word, and looked back at the stranger who was detained in the school yard, a trace of contempt flashed across his brows.