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【I often think it is the fool who brings up the wise man.】

【I often think that cowards contrast heroes.】

【I often think that everyone has saved the Buddha.】

[So, where is the path to salvation for all unfortunate fates? If wisdom and understanding can lead us to find the path to salvation, can all people obtain such wisdom and understanding? 】

【——"Me and the Temple of Earth"】

…

The early spring in February was very cold, and the regional differences were huge. Even though the urban protection department was under the warm sunshine, the small cities near the north had been engulfed by heavy rain.

The taxi driver was reluctant to turn on the air conditioner. He held the steering wheel tightly and shivered under the cold and wet glass. The light of the traffic lights passed by one by one, reflecting on the young faces of the passengers in the back seat, like red and green swimming fish.

When the vehicle was bumpy, a voice came from the car radio:

"First Dream Patroller, this is your meeting after all. The Ark Project is a plan jointly finalized by the coalition government, Holy Alliance Army, forty-seven independent political bodies and the Church of God. It has thousands of research institutes and experimental institutions.

, you don’t have to worry about this…”

"I'm just curious about your progress. The special medicine that can cure black fog disease is a great achievement. I heard that the research has been quite effective. Can you let me take a look? I also care about human beings."

The clear voice of the No. 1 Dream Patrolman came out along the car radio, making the raindrops on the car windows resemble the sound of a piano ticking.

Passengers closed their eyes slightly and listened to the voice on the car radio. The scenery outside the window flew by quickly, including gray buildings, crumbling unfinished buildings, crooked relief stations, businessmen giving porridge, refugees begging in the rain...

The bright red knot swayed under the car mirror, like the swaying tail of a goldfish.

"The No. 1 Dream Patrolman is very popular recently. There are news about him everywhere." The taxi driver couldn't help but say while holding the steering wheel.

"Yeah." The passenger responded.

"Young people nowadays are really not simple. Before the first Dream Patrolman appeared in this world, I thought he would be a mature and steady middle-aged man. But when he appeared, he turned out to be a young man who had just grown up. I am like him

When he was growing up, he was still playing arcade machines, but he turned out to be saving the world. Why is the gap between people so big?" The driver shook his head and sighed.

The passenger laughed when he heard this: "A mature and steady middle-aged man? Did he give people such an impression during the live broadcast?"

The driver said: "Yes. When "Lou Yue Guo" first started, everyone on the forum was guessing whether he was a middle-aged congressman or an old professor from a university. Who knew he was actually a young man? I couldn't figure it out.

Why is he completely different online and offline?"

The passenger narrowed his eyes and whispered: "He used to be the same on the outside."

The driver didn't hear the passengers' whispers. He stepped on the accelerator and the vehicle sped away in the heavy rain. The piano on the window glass became louder and louder.

As we neared our destination, the driver's vicissitudes of life put on a flattering smile. He hesitantly pointed at the meter and said, "Twenty-six point four yuan. Can you give it to twenty-seven? It's raining too much."

, it’s not convenient to see the road..."

"Life is not easy," the passenger said.

The driver's face showed an expression of embarrassment and guilt, like a middle-aged man's window paper that had been punctured.

"Hey, hey... Yes, things were better in the early years. But since the recent alien riots, the spread of black fog disease, and the lack of effective drugs, life has become increasingly difficult." The driver murmured in a low voice.

The passenger tightened the bright red scarf around his neck and stuffed three ten-dollar bills into the driver's palm.

"thanks, thanks……"

The driver's grateful voice came from the rain.

The passenger held up a bright red umbrella and walked in the gray city. He raised his head, revealing a childish face, and his blue pupils seemed to reflect the windy and rainy sky.

Noel understands the difficulties of this world very well. If it were easy, who would shyly ask for that one dollar and sweep his face into the mud? Who would shiver in the wet and heavy rain and be reluctant to turn on the car air conditioner?

For him, this is just a game. But for the people living here, this is their life.

He held an umbrella and strode forward. This is one of the cities with the worst black fog. Almost everyone has purple and black marks on their face. The dilapidated buildings are like rotten vegetables taking root in the soil.

Leaves are gnawed by insects and ants everywhere, causing decay and breeding.

"According to the current information, there is a hidden clue to the Ark Plan buried here..." Noel held the tablet in his hand and approached an unfinished building. The rubble was piled up in the corridor, the load-bearing columns were skewed, and it might collapse at any time. But even so, it was extremely dangerous.

In the house, there are still a large group of people huddled together for warmth.

"Dad, Dad, are you back?"

Suddenly, a little girl ran into Noel's arms. Noel was stunned for a moment. Although he was twenty-six years old, he should not have such a big child.

"Hey...I made a mistake, it's not daddy." The little girl saw Noel's face and stepped away in disappointment, murmuring: "When will daddy come back? He said he will come back after he has been vaccinated..."

Noel looked stern and sighed secretly.

He knew what had happened here. Due to the rapid spread of black fog, this originally peaceful and quiet city fell into chaos. Real estate developers quickly ran away, and the houses that residents invested their lives in immediately became unfinished buildings.

All efforts became worthless in an instant. The city's powerful people colluded with each other and did not care about the people's cries. All calls for help were lost in the dull rain.

No one cares about this city, it is too small. This disease-ridden area is like a garbage dump, to be cleared away by human civilization, and the residents living here have become pebbles that no one cares about, and every country wants to kick it.

Kick it away, don't want to bear the responsibility here.

Noel investigated and found that some people used money to lure the residents here, so that the residents voluntarily accepted human experiments and were injected with the medicine provided by the Ark Project. The father of this little girl was probably one of the subjects, and he never came back.

"..."

Noel touched the little girl's head and continued to go upstairs. As he went upstairs, he almost stepped on a corpse. This was the corpse of an ordinary person. He was wearing a shabby jacket and his face and neck were covered with purple-black spots.

Traces of it, tiny tentacles spread from the mouth and nose, hanging lifelessly next to the eyelashes.

Noel stretched out his hand and closed the corpse's eyes. He had seen too many corpses like this.

He walked a few more steps and saw someone arguing on the corridor.

"My son will come back! He will definitely come back. I, I want to buy shrimps for my son. He usually loves boiled shrimps..." This was an old lady with a trembling voice.

"Old lady, we are not here to question your son, we are just here to ask for money. Your son owes hundreds of thousands. He is missing now. You have to pay it back for him." This is the voice of a group of men.

"It's all...all to treat my granddaughter's congenital heart disease. Human life...human life is at stake. Please be kind and give it a little more grace. My granddaughter's disease needs to be treated, and we need money to treat it.

She is only seven years old. Please, if you don’t have money, she will die. If that doesn’t work, just sell my organs. Kidneys, livers, hearts, spinal cords, blood... can all be sold, I heard.

It can be sold!" the old lady replied tremblingly.

Noel walked upstairs and saw the appearance of the old woman. Her eyes were sunken, her light red face was close to her cheekbones, her sparse silver thread looked thin under the rain outside the window, and her large red flowered coat was full of traces of sewing, and her hands

There was also a dead shrimp in it.

The shrimp was dead, gray and gray, with eyes rolled back. Noel looked at it, but he didn't feel like he saw a shrimp. He seemed to see the city and the heavy rain.

A crowd of people demanding debts blocked the door of the old woman’s house, clapping their gongs loudly, and a young man with yellow hair pointed at the old woman’s nose and threatened:

"I don't care if you are cured or not! I don't care if your granddaughter dies! Pay back the debt! It's only natural! Aren't we in trouble? Our mother is still panting in bed. Without money, what can we do to buy black fog disease?

Delay agent? There is no specific medicine for black fog disease now, that thing is too expensive!"

"The lives of the poor are the least valuable, you know? The lives of the poor are the least valuable! All the money went to the people who made the black fog delaying agent, and we didn't have a penny! Normally, forget it, but once something happens

What kind of serious illness is it? It’s impossible to live!”

The old woman lowered her head, and the silver thread floated on the side of her ears covered with red spots. She murmured and just kept repeating:

"I'm going to buy shrimps, I'm going to buy shrimps...my son likes this the most..."

Behind her, the TV set on an old sewing machine broadcast the sound of live broadcasts from around the world.

"——The First Dream Patroller, regarding the Ark Project, you can rest assured that we are already making every effort to promote the research on a specific drug for black fog disease. I believe that it won't be long before we can get satisfactory results." On the TV screen,

The middle-aged man wearing silver-rimmed glasses smiled appropriately, and his words were flawless.

"——Uh-huh? Then how did I hear that some of you deliberately delayed the research of specific drugs?" Under the spotlight, the black-haired young man was chasing after him. Facing all the hidden sights, his eyes were sharp and his back was straight, as if he was a man.

A long lamp standing among the shadows.

"——Haha, the rumors cannot be taken seriously, and you cannot be blinded by someone with good intentions." Another lady wearing an exquisite bow tie said with a smile.

"——Then do you want me to show you the list of congressmen who delayed the Ark project and the correspondence letters, so that you can open your eyes?" Ying also smiled.

He stood on a high platform, with heavy light gathering on his shoulders. The people in the audience had stiff expressions, but still maintained awkward smiles. Looks of shock, confusion, and suspicion came from all directions, intertwined, and the barrage was like falling snow.

Squeezed until blurry.

——Kick the table at the beginning.

People thought that the meeting was just a formality, but the first Dream Tourist made a big splash at the beginning.

The moment he lifted the table with his words, people still maintained expressions of excitement and admiration. These emotions were solidified on their faces, and as the panic gradually increased, they mixed together like splashing paint, colorful, like a clown's funny mask.

, the richness is amazing.

If you open the Internet at this time, you will see tens of millions of posts and comments popping up, occupying the entire network.

——Dream Patrol anchor North: How dare he?

——Kiwi TV: How dare he?

——Coalition Government Member of Parliament Evelyn: Where does his evidence come from? Why can his voice be so steady? Does he know what he is questioning and what he is declaring war on?

——Xiao Lanping, Beiqing University: The identity of a qualified person is inherently sensitive. Even if he is the No. 1 Dream Patroller, even if he is famous and well-known, will he be safe? Those big shots who are facing a disaster will not care about the No. 1 Dream Patroller.

The progress of the patrol's clearance, if the first dream patrol threatens their lives, they definitely want the first dream patrol to die.
To be continued...