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Chapter 405 The Monday of Summer Vacation

Monday, July 24th.

The third day of summer vacation.

The air-conditioning air is blowing in the room, and the alarm clock set on the mobile phone has been canceled on the first day of the holiday.

Instead there was a banging on the door.

"You little lazy boy, it's time to get up and have breakfast."

Chiyo Morimoto's voice is like a big-breasted beauty in a bikini running freely on a sunny Hawaiian beach, which can always make men's blood boil.

"Oh!"

Qingze shouted back outside, opened his eyes, and saw bright characters floating in the air.

Superpower: Destiny Weaving.

Looking at these four words, the haze in Qingze's mind was instantly swept away. Destiny weaving sounded like a very powerful super power.

He straightened up like a carp, feeling high-spirited from top to bottom, and stepped forward to open the door.

Chiyo Morimoto was not visible on the runway-like corridor, but the familiar scent of perfume lingered in the air.

Qingze took a deep breath, then went to the bathroom, brushed his teeth and washed his face, wrung out the towel and put it on top, and then came to the living room.

There was plenty of time during the holidays so he didn't need to rush to test his superpowers.

How much has the Voice of All Things been weakened? What abilities does Destiny Weave have?

There is no need to worry about these questions.

Anyway, the strong voice he gave himself was not weakened at all. When his hands were clenched, he could feel the same muscle strength as before.

This also dispelled some of his worries last night, fearing that after the sound of all things weakened, the strong sound would also weaken.

As it turns out, he didn't have to worry about that.

"Chiyo, good morning."

"Even during the summer vacation, don't be too lazy and gain dozens of pounds in one summer vacation."

Speaking of this, Chiyo Morimoto had an idea flash in her mind, and she seemed to have come up with a very incredible plan.

She thought about it carefully, and she just wanted to make Qingze have a chubby figure.

Then apart from her, there is probably no other woman who can tolerate the fat that represents strong eating and laziness.

Chiyo Morimoto can ignore Aosawa's body fat or bloated face.

"Actually, you shouldn't be too diligent in your life. During the summer vacation, you still need to eat, eat, drink, drink, and sleep.

Anyway, I am the police chief. Even if I am retired in the future, I will be able to enjoy the benefits I deserve, and my family will not be short of money. "

Chiyo Morimoto suddenly changed his mind and took the initiative to put more pieces of meat on his plate. He decided to feed Ainsawa a few more meals during this summer vacation, so that his figure would change from clearly muscular to somewhat rounded, and transform his figure step by step.

"Chiyo, what are you talking about? I'm not the kind of man who eats soft food."

Qingze picked up the meat and stuffed it into his mouth.

……

After breakfast, Chiyo Morimoto handed over the matter of throwing the dishes into the dishwasher to Aozawa.

She walked out the door, choosing to drive a Lamborghini today.

Monday means things are going to get busy for the task force.

We have to solve various bizarre cases that are squeezed at hand, and search for possible outsiders or apostles.

We should also focus on the conditions for Dio to go to heaven and guess fourteen secret words.

There are a lot of things to be busy with today, but Morimoto Chiyo can still handle it calmly.

After all, she doesn't need to take care of 30,000 people to protect the leader's safety while taking care of the task force like she did last week.

It's just that the task force can still be handled calmly.

As soon as Chiyo Morimoto inserted the key and listened to the sweet sound of the Lamborghini's engine, she felt a little sigh in her heart.

It would be great if a dedicated unmanned passage could be opened between her home and the Metropolitan Police Department.

When going to work every day, you only need to step on the accelerator, ignore any traffic lights, and rush to your destination.

That's what it's like.

Chiyo Morimoto's defensive force field gradually moved away from home.

Qingze started the dishwasher, turned back to the living room, and used the Sound of All Things.

The sounds from the walls, the sofa, the grass outside, and the building next door are ringing in my ears. Judging from these sounds, they are no different from the first awakening to the sound of all things.

If the range does not change, it can only weaken the strength.

Qingze used the ability of element replacement to turn himself into a breeze, and then used the ability to travel around the world.

The line of sight quickly rose up in his eyes, and then a blue planet appeared in his eyes.

Looking at the dense red dots on the planet, he chose one to enter.

In an instant, Qingze's wind blew on the streets of New York.

In Times Square, people of all colors come and go, and you can see police officers with live ammunition standing there in full gear, maintaining order on the scene.

Their sharp eyes are always scanning the surroundings. Once something goes wrong, no one will doubt the speed of the police pulling the trigger.

It's past five o'clock in the afternoon in New York, and the air seems particularly hot.

Zingze used Schrödinger's cat and jumped directly to the Empire State Building in New York.

This is a building that can be called a modern miracle. In 1931, the Empire State Building in New York was the tallest building in the world.

This honor lasted for forty-one years, and the title of America's former world's No. 1 infrastructure maniac is worthy of its name.

Qingze used the Sound of All Things, and he heard the strong sound from the Empire State Building, which was stronger than Amat's muscles and the sound of missile explosions.

The invisible wind rotated on the side of the building. He reached out and touched the building, trying to extract the strong sound from the Empire State Building.

As he expected, the sound could not be extracted from the interior of the building.

The weakening of the Voice of All Things is reflected in its intensity. It has become less perverted than before and can pull out any sound at will.     The sound is too strong now and cannot be extracted.

After Qingze confirmed this, he released the ability of the Voice of All Things, and then he should try to play with the super power of Destiny Weaving.

He used Schrödinger's cat to disappear around the Empire State Building, and the next second, he appeared in an empty living room.

Qingze uses the ability of Destiny Weaving.

The world in his eyes trembled. Qingze saw lines coming from unknown distances, penetrating the closed window and converging in front of him.

Those lines quickly wound up into a book.

A blank book floats in the air, and then lines wind into a pen, floating above the book.

Qingze looked at the blank book and pen. His body did not maintain his human shape and turned into a ball of scattered wind. He looked below.

The cover of the book is bright red with golden patterns engraved on the surface. On the front, the word destiny is written in large letters.

He quickly condensed the wind into a rough human shape and reached out to grab the pen.

Destiny weaving means writing the fate of others on it?

Qingze thought for a while, and he definitely couldn't write about someone he knew well. He didn't want to use super powers to control the fate of Chiyo and the others, let alone use that method to violate their will.

Only write about strangers.

The will of a stranger is none of his business.

"Who should I write about?"

He murmured that the strangers whose names he knew were the few he saw on TV.

Since you're in America, try writing about the president's bad day.

……

As the White House is being rebuilt.

Nate now spends his days on Air Force One handling various affairs of this vast empire.

It's dinner time.

He was sitting in the restaurant, cutting the overcooked steak with a knife. It was like mud. He cut it off with a light cut and put it in his mouth. He could swallow it smoothly without chewing too hard.

He was the only one sitting here enjoying dinner in this restaurant.

Due to the recent increase in risks from other worlds, Nate does not dare to bring his family together for fear of encountering monsters from other worlds and causing the whole family to suffer.

Eating dinner alone occasionally made him feel lonely, but most of the time, he enjoyed the loneliness brought by this supreme power.

He knew very well that in the eyes of most people, he was already at an age with one foot in the coffin.

But inside his aging body, there is a heart that refuses to admit defeat.

This has always been the case, he has always been able to do things that others thought were impossible.

In high school, even his closest friends did not believe that he could become president in the future.

But the reality is that he has fought his way from the bottom to where he is now.

He will win the election next year.

Dior, he also wants to win.

Nate looked at the unfinished steak on the plate and felt an urge from his youth that even he couldn't explain, but he just wanted to hold a press conference.

"Tell Karin to come see me."

"Yes."

The Secret Service employee serving nearby quickly left.

Soon, Karin, the White House press secretary and assistant to the president, came to the restaurant and said with a respectful expression: "Mr. President, you asked me to come over. What can I do?"

Nate put down his knife and fork, picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth and said, "I want to hold a press conference, please help me arrange it."

A flash of confusion flashed across Karin's face, she glanced at the old man and said respectfully: "I wonder what you want to say?"

"Do I need to report to you everything I want to do?"

Nate's voice was very soft. Karin was startled and said quickly: "Of course not, I will arrange the relevant matters right away."

Such behavior was not in line with the rules of the White House, but Karin thought that if the president wanted to do it, then do it.

Nate rubbed his temples, he had to hold a press conference, what should he say?

By the way, just say some words and policies that can increase your votes.

Is there anything you can say to pull it up?

He frowned slightly, feeling something was not right in his heart, but he couldn't figure out where this strangeness came from.

As he thought about it, his brain suddenly went into standby mode.

He stood alone in the blank world, staring at the blank space, and all his thoughts and ambitions were completely absorbed by that blank space.

"Mr. President, Mr. President."

Two consecutive urgings brought Nate back from the blank world, or in other words, the blank world was gradually filled with colors and outlines, allowing him to see the dining room of Air Force One again.

Warm lights illuminate the environment here, and the steak on the plate is already a little cold.

Nate looked at Karin who was standing in front of him and called him carefully. He tried his best to maintain his dignity and said in a calm tone: "Is everyone here?"

"Yes, reporters from all major media outlets in the world have gathered in the press conference room of Air Force One."

There was a respectful expression on Karin's face, and all the ridicule and disdain were covered up by her dark cheeks.

When this old man is sober, he is a well-deserved president, and no one dares to look down upon him.

Nate nodded, stood up and walked outside.

(End of this chapter)