Human civilization, no matter in which time period or space, has no historical records, but once the social structure is initially established, it will inevitably fall into the layers of bureaucracy.
The Federation, which has more than a dozen habitable planets and a larger number of resource stars, is no exception, and even because of its large population, the expansion of its territory into space has made this bureaucratic atmosphere even stronger.
An official mail package sent from the Second Police Substation of Hexi Prefecture, the capital of Hexi Prefecture, Donglin Region, embarked on its long journey under the siege of this bureaucratic atmosphere.
By the way, before it set off, it also went through the stamps of three departments in Hexi Prefecture, and two more round-trips between the aviation department and the logistics department, before boarding the spaceship to the capital's star circle.
Three months later, the official mail package arrived on the administrative planet of the Capital Star Circle, which is what the people of the Federation call Shanglin.
It lay quietly in a clean sorting box, sat silently in the corner of the car, and departed from the airport, making its way through the fast elevated road between the green forests and beautiful buildings, and it took four hours to reach a political apparatus outside the capital.
The information department of the Federal Seventeenth Research Institute signed the receipt, then sorted the package and placed it on an automatic file conveyor belt, which, with the slight sound of the machine, numbly passed through the passage in the mezzanine of the wall and entered a well-lit office.
A deputy director of the department saw the package next to the table, he pushed his glasses curiously, looked at the unfamiliar address on it, frowned and thought for a long time, before remembering that this somewhat familiar handwriting was written by a distant comrade-in-arms.
"Lao Bao has been in the place where birds don't poop for more than ten years, but I'm afraid that people will be confused."
The deputy director thought in his heart, he received an electronic letter from Deputy Director Bao three months ago, but now he has long forgotten the seriousness of the other party's entrustment.
"Why do the evidence from the police station still use the research institute to identify how much it costs to send it from Donglin This kid is not afraid that when the committee reviews it, he will say that we are wasting the wealth of taxpayers" The deputy director shook his head with some headache and pressed the summoner on his desk.
A researcher wearing a silver mirror walked in, gray-haired, and seemingly had spent enough time in Research Institute Seventeen.
The middle-aged researcher looked at the deputy director flatteringly and asked, "Director, what's the matter?"
"Well, here's a copy of the evidence sent by the Donglin Police Bureau, and the identification application is also in the package, you can take it to the laboratory to see."
The deputy director said casually.
The middle-aged researcher's eyes glanced at the official mail package, and found that the payment was not made by the Donglin Police General Bureau but by the Hexi Prefecture Second Police Bureau, and it suddenly became clear in his heart that according to the level of the state police station, it was difficult to be qualified to apply for the appraisal of the Seventeenth Research Institute, and it seemed that it was a private request accepted by the deputy director, but since the other party was taking the official channel, it was naturally inconvenient to ask more.
"What aspects to identify" The middle-aged researcher took off his glasses on the bridge of his nose, took a serious look at the mail package, and asked, "Is there a time limit?"
"Nope."
The deputy director waved his hand, remembered the content of the email, and said: "The main thing is to compare the production process and see if it has anything to do with the secret service or the military. ” The middle-aged researcher smiled, didn't say anything, and turned around and walked out of the house.
The next day, he returned to the office and reported to the director the results of yesterday's appraisal: "There is no code in the core materials, and it should not have flowed out of the military, but the production process does have something to do with the army, and it is estimated that it is an imitation made in Bermuda." ” "Hmm."
The director asked, "Nothing odd, right?"
"Nope."
In this way, Deputy Director Bao's unwilling identification request process was completed, and after receiving an official reply from the Seventeenth Research Institute, the deputy director still could not confirm whether the figure in that night was a federal agent.
The metal stun baton that had been identified was repacked along with the outer box of the package and the appraisal application report, and placed in the huge storage room under the 17th Research Institute.
Its historical mission seems to have come to an end at this moment, and according to the Federal Exhibits Regulations, it is destined to remain quietly in this large, gloomy and secluded storage house for the rest of its life, never to be able to get out until it is gradually forgotten.
One day, two days.
One month, two months.
It stared lonely at its companions who had a similar fate to it, and it didn't know how many years it would have to stay here, but fortunately, the conditions in the federal department were good, and the dust removal was excellent, but it was not worried that it would be covered with the dust of history and annoying cobwebs.
The long river of time quietly took two steps forward, and came to the spring of the sixty-fifth year of the Xian calendar, two years after this electric baton came to the seventeenth research institute of the capital star circle, and a thin hand suddenly picked it up again.
Chen Yijiang, a recent graduate from the National University of Shanglin, worked hard to pass federal recruitment, entered the 17th Research Institute, and was then sent to the storage warehouse for management.
This newcomer, who is still passionate, is clearly not eroded by the stale bureaucracy, and still maintains his curiosity.
He had been in the storage room for forty days, re-documenting the evidence, and then he saw the transparent vacuum bag, and the metal shaft inside the bag.
"It's kind of interesting that you can hide a stun baton in the crystal screen."
Chen Yijiang laughed, and then began to do the registration work, but after the registration, he did not put the evidence back in place as soon as possible, because he especially liked to make some small things by himself in school, and at this time he felt that this evidence was very interesting, so he became interested in research.
As the research progresses, it is normal for federal agencies to re-examine exhibits, but no one wants to do this kind of extra work without overtime pay.
Three days later, Chen Yijiang, whose eyes were full of fun, completed a paper and posted it on the institute's website.
The title of the paper is called Exhibit No.: The Structural Features of AW3278, and it is natural that such a boring paper sinks to the bottom in an instant without attracting any attention.
A particularly quiet area of the federal executive capital, with a department with the highest level of security in the Federation.
From the terrace of this department, the building of the Central Management Committee of the Capital and the executive residence of the President can be seen in the distance, but no one in the staff in black suits who are in a hurry will ever cast envious eyes there.
Because they are members of the staff of the Charter Bureau, they have the most honorable mission of the federal society.
In the core area of this building, in the empty room, a two-dimensional information display light curtain in mid-air is constantly flickering, and the most cutting-edge computing and search ability of human civilization makes the picture above the light curtain flash at a terrifying speed, and no one can see the content clearly with the naked eye, except for the central control computer itself that performs the calculation search.
Countless streams of data are selected and analyzed here, whether it is the struggle between political parties or the offensive posture of the army, all kinds of information rush in.
Of course, the most critical information now lies in the Xilin region, and no one knows whether the Empire will start a war again.
Suddenly, the image on the light curtain slowed down and stopped at a picture of a screenshot of a small paper written by a researcher.
The location of the exhibit, numbered AW3278, then appeared on the light curtain.
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