The Knife and I Come from a Thousand Years Later

In the last year of the Great Prayer, all heroes compete for the throne. The Ziwei star is crumbling, the territory is falling apart, and the world is turbulent. A ghost sword appears out of nowhere. The world only knows that the wielder of the sword is a woman. They don't know where the master came from, let alone his last name. The night is dark and windy. The white knife went in and the red knife came out. The old man's clothes were stained with blood. When he was dying, his breath was like a gossamer: "You... What are you..." The woman frowned and said calmly: "The first-level executive of the picket group three of the History Research Section of the Capital Science and Technology Institute of China, Yi Zhen." "?" - Yi Zhen was poor and unlucky. If you can't afford the tuition, you can only become a special admissions student at the police academy. He was passionate and studied hard for four years. On the day of graduation, a notice sent her to the Capital Research Institute to become a specially appointed executive. Yi Zhen: Can you explain what an executive is? Dean: It's the kind of civil servant who often appears in online novels, responsible for investigating time-travel incidents. After that, Yi Zhen often sighed, wondering why she only heard the last three words of a long sentence. "Civil servants? Are they established? Have stable wages? Five insurances and one housing fund?" "We have everything, including food, accommodation and settlement." "Deal." Later, Yi Zhen traveled through thousands of years, ran for his life in the broken river of time, and licked blood from his knife edge in several dim nights. Only then did I know that I was settled in Chang'an and was provided with food and accommodation in Chang'an. And Chang'an is surrounded by crises and precarious situations. As for life safety? The dean said: Life and death are determined by fate, wealth and honor. Xiao Yi, if you die accidentally, I will burn more paper for you. - - "Between the two darknesses of the past and the future, with the ever-extinguishing Now, lifting up clay, thoughts and glory, The difference between you and me, and all this abomination. " (Excerpted from Mu Dan's "Reflections on the 30th Birthday") Intention:1