I was framed for taking the civil service exam, so I joined the National Security Bureau

Chapter 220

In fact, Zhang Xing did not want to protect himself. He knew that he was just an ordinary person.

When he joined the National Security Bureau, part of the reason was indeed for the relatively generous salary and benefits. After all, the pressure of life was there. Who doesn't want to make himself and his family live a better life?

Later, as time quietly moved, he experienced all kinds of ups and downs and the tempering of complex cases. The simple and realistic ideas in his heart gradually changed profoundly. In this challenging and responsible working environment, his ideals and beliefs were like a ignited fire, burning more and more vigorously.

Besides, he had already stepped into this maze-like situation in front of him, just like an arrow on the string, and there was no way to turn back.

After all, Mingdi's whereabouts are still unknown, and his life and death are uncertain; Jingji is still lying on the cold bed, unconscious and not awake yet. All these things are like heavy shackles, firmly binding him in this situation.

It can be said that although the current situation is extremely dangerous and complicated, Zhang Xing can no longer stand aside and stay out of it. He knows clearly that he has been deeply involved in this mess. No matter what difficulties and obstacles are waiting for him ahead, he has no way out.

However, Zhang Xing did not express his true thoughts to Shanqi. In order not to make this friend worry too much, he nodded seriously and said firmly: "I understand!"

Shanqi heard Zhang Xing's answer, his face was slightly relieved, and his tense expression relaxed a little.

Then, he pointed at Zhang Xing's eyes and said with concern: "By the way, take advantage of the two days of rest and go to the hospital to check your eyes as soon as possible. Look at your eyes, they are really red and a bit abnormal. They feel a bit scarlet. I'm afraid that the cornea is infected. Don't take it lightly. Eye problems can be big or small."

Zhang Xing had already noticed that there was something wrong with his eyes after several sudden eye pains, but he also knew that it was probably not an ordinary physiological problem.

Zhang Xing secretly judged that these eye pains might still be related to his mutated eyes. So even if he went to the hospital for a checkup, he probably couldn't find out the reason.

Faced with Shanqi's kindness, Zhang Xing's heart was naturally full of gratitude. He nodded gratefully, with sincere gratitude in his eyes.

Zhang Xing stood there and watched Shanqi go downstairs. But when Shanqi reached the stairs, he suddenly turned around and walked back in a hurry, as if he suddenly remembered something crucial.

"Oh, there's one more thing I almost forgot. I need your help."

Whispering, Wasabi hurriedly walked back up, and then fumbled in his slightly old briefcase.

Zhang Xing asked curiously, "What's going on? You don't want me to write a self-apology for you, do you?"

Whispering smiled and waved his hand, saying, "How can that be possible? My performance is quite outstanding now, and my team leader's performance is also catching up. Do I need to write a self-apology?"

"It's like this. Aren't you always good at math, physics and chemistry? I have a math problem in my hand. I've asked several people, but they didn't give me a result. Can you help me?"

Whispering looked at Zhang Xing expectantly.

Zhang Xing was slightly startled. Wasabi's request really surprised him.

"When did you start studying math problems? Did your nephew or some other nephew ask you to solve the problem?" Zhang Xing couldn't help but joked.

Shanqi shook his head, quickly took out a piece of paper from his briefcase, and then carefully handed it to Zhang Xing, urging him, "Don't worry about it, just see if you can figure it out."

When Zhang Xing got the paper in front of him, he was stunned for a moment.

Because the math problem written on the paper was a series of extremely large numbers.

He stared at the numbers closely: "329233, 897989, 23792394, 4908989..."

These huge numbers in front of him were like mysterious spells, and instantly Zhang Xing's mind suddenly appeared with the strange digital codes provided by Director Hou at that time.

Although the specific combinations of the two sets of numbers were different, their patterns were exactly the same. It was the same dazzling combination of large numbers, the same pattern that made people rack their brains but still couldn't find it, and the same indescribable weirdness.

About two or three minutes passed, and Zhang Xing's eyes were always fixed on the scene in front of him.On the white paper, as if to see through these numbers.

Seeing Zhang Xing's increasingly solemn expression, Wasabi finally couldn't help asking: "Can you solve it? Give me an answer."

Zhang Xing slowly raised his head, his expression as solemn as the sky full of dark clouds, his eyes looking straight at Wasabi, and he didn't answer Wasabi's question about whether he could solve it, but asked directly in a serious tone: "Where did you get this question from? Don't fool me."

Wabi was slightly stunned, a trace of unnaturalness flashed across his face, and he subconsciously said: "Look at what you asked, isn't this just an ordinary math problem? Since it is a math problem, it must be from a book, is there any need to say that?"

Zhang Xing knew Wasabi too well, he felt that Wasabi didn't tell the truth at all, this guy always had a bad habit of keeping people in suspense, and he valued face very much.

So, Zhang Xing asked again eagerly: "Where did you get this question? Did someone ask you to help find the answer? Stop beating around the bush with me. This is not the time to joke."

Looking at Zhang Xing's increasingly serious expression, Wasabi hesitated for a long time, and finally sighed helplessly and said slowly:

"This is what happened. Our team leader doesn't have any special hobbies. He just likes to play Sudoku and decryption games to kill time and relax. Recently, I don't know what's wrong with me, but I'm fascinated by this kind of big number games. The last time I went to his office to report on my work, I found that he was concentrating on thinking about this number series problem, with a frown on his face, looking puzzled. At that time, I didn't know where I got the courage from, and I volunteered to help him figure out this problem. "

"But later, after I carefully copied the problem back, I thought about it for a whole day and night, almost without eating or drinking, and even dreamed about the idea of ​​solving the problem, but I didn't find any idea at all. "

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