After George Carlin walked up to the altar, the content of his lectures at the Capital University, and even the sentences he made during small talk, were collected by his admirers and put on the Internet. The historical political scientist was clearly not a pedantic man who only knew how to read books, but had a wide range of interests and a lot of knowledge in the field of art, but his achievements in these areas were far less than that of his profession. Even this scholar could not get rid of the hobby of a normal man, and often liked to comment on the Second World War, when the Federation and the Empire were in the late stages of the time, after being drunk, and he had a lot to say about the war, but unfortunately even his most loyal admirers had to admit that this gentleman really knew nothing about war, and most of his remarks were ridiculous, and they were always far from the development of the facts, especially his evaluation of mechas, which made countless people feel amused.

"Although the individual mecha is extremely powerful, it can carry energy ammunition and the load is seriously insufficient, which is an absolute high-consumption and low-energy weapon, which absolutely does not meet economic principles and political needs. In modern warfare, if individual mechs are beautiful and expensive diamonds, then any primitive group artillery can burn these diamonds into black carbon ......"

This conversation took place at a university reception in the spring of the 27th year of the Constitution, and later became one of the anecdotes of St. George. Xu Le saw this paragraph, he scratched his hair with some curiosity, he always felt that this passage was extremely familiar, and after thinking about it for a long time, he remembered that in the boundless twilight outside the mine, whenever he revealed his yearning for mechas...... Uncle Feng Yu would say this in an extremely mocking tone.

"Uncle actually reads George Carlin quotes?" Xu Le recalled that the guy with gray hair and rotten teeth didn't think that the other party was a person who was interested in history, politics or political gossip, and couldn't help but laugh.

Leaving the matter of George Carlin behind, Xu Le continued to travel at night on the Internet, entered a certain forum very familiarly, and began to carefully read the above documents from more than 300 places. It's a propaganda forum about the spirit of the First Charter, with all things about the First Charter. Today's Xu Le has long since gotten rid of the panic of fleeing, and the camouflage chip on the back of his neck seems to be able to escape the brilliance of the First Charter, but he is still a little uneasy, and always wants to know more about the First Charter. Since two months ago, he has been carrying out this work, lingering on the network of the Capital Star Circle for a long time, and he was stunned to find that the original information about the Charter Bureau, the federal electronic surveillance network, and the central computer at the core were all openly placed on the Internet, in the library, and allowed the citizens of the Federation to consult at will.

The work process of the Charter Bureau, the authority of the central computer, is not a secret. Probably only the absolute transparency of this procedure can allow the citizens of the Federation to allow the existence of Charter One?

The more he knew, the less he knew, the less he feared, and he stopped retrieving the document and stared at the metal bracelet on his wrist in deep thought. Being able to make a camouflage chip is enough to knock over all the Nebula Award winners for nearly a hundred years, who is Uncle Boss? Why does he know so much about the Charter Bureau, the central computer that gathers the crystallization of human wisdom?

If you can't figure it out, there's no need to keep thinking about it. Gently rubbing the smooth and extremely textured surface of the metal bracelet, Xu Le's fingers lightly clicked on the light screen, connected to the government bulletin board, and rummaged under the information tree for a long time, and finally found the information of the No. 3 Prison in Fuji Prefecture, Donglin Region.

"In a week, Vigol will be released from prison. Xu Le looked at the familiar name on the information bulletin board, and felt inexplicably sad. He has very few friends in this life, Vigo and Qiangzi are two, and Shi Qinghai, who he just met recently...... It's barely one, of course the boss. Xiaoqiang, who is not yet 14 years old, was sent to a juvenile correctional center, and he doesn't know what his mother will be anxious about. What about Levi? What can he do after he gets out of prison? Will he really become an underworld element when he returns to Bell Tower Street?

Xu Le felt anxious, lowered his head and thought for a long time, and the smile on his face that rarely faded was gone at this time. He finally made up his mind and began to look for a reliable way online, hoping to find a way to send Levi a sum of money. Feng Yu left him with more than three million federal coins in his bank card, which he only found out after downloading a Sanlin Union Bank client a few days ago, and he was going to send one million to Levi, believing that this could help Levi embark on a completely different path.

From the point of view of reason, Xu Le knew that his move was really not wise, if the federal side suspected anything in the future, then through the financial monitoring system, it would be very easy to find out from Li Wei...... But Xu Le just couldn't watch his friend suffer from afar, not to mention that the other party was arrested and imprisoned for his own reasons, in his opinion, there are always many things in this world that are more important, of course, he will be extremely careful and try not to leave any clues.

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Thinking of the boss, thinking of Li Wei, and thinking of his hometown, Xu Le was confused. After a moment of daze, he took out the business card made of pure natural fibers from his arms, looked at it, put it in the metal drawer, and remembered the cute little girl on the spaceship.

This business card was given to him by Mrs. Zhong Family, and when he thought of the distant and terrifying existence of the Seven Families, Xu Le's mood became a little weird. The boss died at the hands of the Fourth Military Region, and many of the soldiers in Xilin knew what they looked like - if there was no big change in his life, then he would not have been able to make the phone call on the business card, and he would probably never meet that little girl again in his life, unless he wanted to die. If one day he really needs to dial that call, it only means that there is a problem in his life that is more terrible than death.

Ewha University's Seozhimen, which had been closed for decades, was reopened a few days ago, and students chose to leave the campus due to the proximity of the road. The back door, which had not been crowded with many people, was now deserted, and it might not be possible for a few hours to see a single person, except for the pear trees that accompanied the lonely boy in the porter. At this time, the night was deep, the spring wind quietly subsided, Xu Le walked to the middle of the iron door in the shadow of the pear tree, locked the iron door, and returned to the room to swipe the card, then turned off all the lighting equipment, turned on the automatic monitoring chirp, and walked back to the bedroom.

In the dark, Xu Le, who was wearing a single underwear, squatted for half an hour, wiped the sweat off his forehead, and then began to re-review the ten mechanical and stiff movements, every knee, every elbow raised, and every wrist turn, all of them were so strong and powerful, there was no return, and there was no return, and there was no other.

Finally, he took a shower, looked in the mirror, and scraped between his eyebrows with a knife for a long time, and then went to bed with soreness and exhaustion, and fell into a deep sleep. In his sleep, in the dark, he could not find that there was a very undetectable fluctuation in his naked body that was going along a certain path, turning back, and finally going back to the original point, forming a channel, and then continuing to begin, these fluctuations and tremors became more and more distinct, but more and more inconspicuous, as if they were about to lurk under his skin, in the joints of his muscles, and would no longer be seen......

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Life at Ewha University remains the same, and every day Xu Le will go to the classroom to audit, hungrily absorbing the knowledge that has been digitized and mapped, which is the most basic but also the part he lacks the most. The four-year career as a repairman made his practical ability extremely strong, but the mechanic Feng Yu didn't know what the reason was, and never taught him theoretical knowledge. Today's Xu Le is in an embarrassing situation, knowing what it is but not knowing why, the boring basic theory teaching of the professors in the classroom at Ewha University just meets his needs in this regard, so he has an extremely fulfilling life, just waiting for the experimental class to start next semester to verify the results of his combination of theory and practice.

Shi Qinghai didn't know what he was busy with recently, but he came over at noon one day to say hello and disappeared. Xu Le knew that this rogue official had not been expelled, and he couldn't help but be a little surprised by his ability. He knew how busy the FBI was, but a few less drinks would not make him resentful, but for some reason, he hadn't seen that guy for several days, and Xu Le was still a little unaccustomed to it.

The revenge that the two of them had been worried about, the revenge of the pair of cold-hearted brothers and sisters, did not come as scheduled. But Xu Le still stayed on campus cautiously and did not step out of the iron gate. If this peaceful life continues, Xu Le will definitely be very satisfied, he has already bought a ticket for the summer vacation, to go to the "hometown" in the chip record, he seems to have become accustomed to his false identity, and really doesn't want to let other things disturb him.

But that day, Xu Le felt that the atmosphere on campus was a little weird. The students who walked between the school's laboratory building and the apartment looked as usual, but Xu Le always felt as if something was about to happen. Maybe it was because the principal suddenly appeared in the deserted back door doorman to talk to him? Xu Le lowered his head and tried to remain calm. Although Ewha University is not famous, it seems to have a very high status within the government, and this seemingly ordinary president will definitely not be low-level, why should such a person go to the gatehouse to talk to him?

At this time, Xu Le had already forgotten about the letter of recommendation, and only sensitively judged that the principal must have come to the back door to check something, but why didn't he find anything? He subconsciously glanced out the window.