Chapter 807 \"Xinghai\" Awards
On the side, Jia Lan, who had just taken a sip of the juice, suddenly squirted the juice out of his mouth.
Shen Qingzhu who was sitting next to An Qingyu, the chopsticks that were about to pick up vegetables suddenly stopped in the air, he put down his hands pretending nothing happened, and silently pricked up his ears...
The whole table fell silent.
"Born... gave birth to a son?!" Baili Pangpang's eyes were about to pop out, "Qiye...you..."
"Stop!" Lin Qiye put down his chopsticks in fright, turned his head to look at An Qingyu, the corner of his mouth twitched wildly, "What are you talking about? How could I secretly give birth outside?"
"But..." An Qingyu pushed his glasses, "That boy has the same aura as you..."
"breath?"
"Well, in his body, I feel a very familiar... golden power." An Qingyu paused, and continued, "This power formed his body, penetrated into his soul, intertwined in blood...
From a genetic point of view, there is a real possibility that he is your son. "
Lin Qiye was stunned.
"Wait a minute." Lin Qiye squeezed Jia Lan's fist beside him, and continued to ask, "How old is that boy?"
"Looks fourteen or fifteen."
"Fourteen or fifteen!" Lin Qiye was speechless, "I'm only twenty-two this year, how could I have a fourteen or fifteen-year-old child? Could it be that I was seven years old..."
Jialan: Σ(?д?lll)! ! ! ! !
An Qingyu thought about it carefully, "It seems...is it really not right?"
"It doesn't rule out the possibility that Qiye likes to drive big cars." Cao Yuan added seriously.
Lin Qiye: ...
"That boy is very strange." An Qingyu recalled carefully, "In addition to the human breath, he also has a strange cat's soul..."
"Qingyu, what are you talking about?" Baili Pangpang was a little puzzled, "It's a human, it's a cat, it's golden energy... What is that?"
"To be honest, I can't understand what kind of existence he is." An Qingyu shrugged, "But I can feel that the cat's soul on him is not a human species...it has a trace of Shen Yun."
god?
Hearing this word, for some reason, Lin Qiye suddenly recalled what Shao Pingge told him just now... the medium.
Some mythical beasts that have a special relationship with the Great Xia God can also serve as mediators between the gods and their agents.
Could it be that the boy, like Shao Pingge, is also the agent of a certain Great Xia God?
But... why does he have his own blood in his body?
Lin Qiye was puzzled.
After drinking for three rounds, the two teams had already cleaned up the food on the table, and the night became more and more intense.
"Okay, it's getting late, everyone go back to rest early." Shao Pingge stood up from his seat calmly, as if he remembered something, reminded Lin Qiye:
"By the way, your award ceremony is ready. See you at the Night Watch headquarters at eight o'clock tomorrow morning."
...
the next day.
An extended version of Lincoln slowly parked at the gate of the Night Watchman headquarters.
Lin Qiye and others got out of the car and walked straight towards the door. At this time, someone was already waiting at the door with a box for a long time.
"Captain Lin." Seeing Lin Qiye and others coming, the staff member bowed respectfully, "The custom-made cloak for your team has been made, please put it on."
Different from the awarding ceremony in the training camp, the awarding ceremony of the "Xinghai" Medal is a very solemn occasion. As a newly established special team, they have to put on the cloak representing their team. In order to catch up with this In time, the logistics department of the Night Watchman worked overtime day and night to make these seven sets of cloaks.
He opened the box, and seven sets of crimson cloaks lay spotlessly in the center of the box, emitting a faint gleam in the sunlight.
Although the main colors are all red, they are different from the dark red cloaks of ordinary night watchmen. The colors of these seven cloaks are a little darker. Combined with a special texture, they don't look lifeless, but have a hint of vitality.
"Is this color too low-key?" The staff asked with some concern, "If there is not enough light, it will look similar to the dark red cloak of an ordinary night watchman..."
"It doesn't matter." Lin Qiye picked up the cloak and smiled slightly, "In the final analysis, the special team is also the night watchman, but the responsibilities they bear are a little special.
Just like this crimson, born out of dark red, but different from it...it is a heresy in dark red. "
Lin Qiye and the others found their respective cloaks and put them on at the same time. They stood at the door of the night watchman's headquarters, smiled at each other, and walked side by side towards the door.
...
Night Watch headquarters.
Awards table.
On one side of the solemn stage, Shao Pingge was wearing an ordinary dark red cloak, with a straight knife hanging from his waist, standing in the center of the stage, his eyes swept over the people sitting below the stage.
Originally, the awarding ceremony of the "Xinghai" Medal had to be conferred by the Commander-in-Chief of the Night Watch in person, but now it is wartime and the situation is special, Zuo Qing needs to be guarded at Jialin Pass and cannot return, so Shaoping can only Song for the time being.
Nowadays, Shao Pingge is also an important figure in the top management of the night watchman, his status is second only to Zuo Qing, and naturally no one has any objection to him presiding over the award ceremony.
He stood in the middle of the stage and spoke slowly:
"What is the purpose of gathering everyone together today, I believe everyone has already understood...
Since the founding of the modern night watchman, the award of the "Xinghai" level has not been carried out too many times, and it is the first time to award two "Xinghai" medals at once. I am honored to stand here, replacing Commander Zuo Awarding honors..."
Shao Pingge went through the process of the award ceremony step by step.
In the corner of the auditorium under the stage, seven unattractive young people sat together and yawned silently.
"Captain, you said it's been so many years, why hasn't the awarding ceremony at the headquarters evolved? Every time it's so official, it makes me sleepy..." Whirlpool rubbed his sleepy eyes and complained road.
On the side, Tian Ping, also in casual clothes, rolled his eyes,
"What? Arrange a hot show for you before awarding the honor? Ask a girl group to dance for you to be lively? Awarding an honor is a solemn and solemn occasion, not for you."
Among the many spectators present, except for a very small number of people, none of them realized that the seven young people sitting in the corner turned out to be the [Masked] team who took off their masks and put on casual clothes.
