Beavis narrowed his eyes and said with a smile, "Okay."

He stood up, the ruby ​​​​on his bow tie sparkled and looked particularly beautiful under the light.

Ying suddenly said: "Your ruby ​​​​is quite beautiful."

Bivis was startled: "This is the royal gem of the Lailuo Empire. It is only for the royal family. Of course it is beautiful."

Ying said: "In your eyes, which one is more noble, me or the royal family?"

Anger flashed in Beavis's eyes, but he quickly suppressed it. He looked down on the nouveau riche the most in his life. The first Dream Patrolman was a typical nouveau riche. He had no background and no etiquette. He could lift the table at every turn, but he had to

Holding.

"This... cannot be compared. In terms of contributions to mankind, of course you are number one." Christina responded with a smile.

"Then I want this ruby." Ying pointed to Beavis' bow tie and said with a smile, "Can you give it to me?"

People are as quiet as chickens.

At this time, the world live broadcast is still on. This is not because they want to start the live broadcast, but because Ying directly puts the camera on his shoulder and records their faces for a while, so that the whole world can see their expressions.

Duke Ezekiel winked at Beavis. It was just a gem, just give it. You must give face to the first Dream Patroller.

Beavis' face was almost turning green, but he could only pull off the ruby ​​​​from his tie and handed it to Ying's hand.

For the first time, he hoped that a person would disappear quickly.

...No. 1 Dream Patroller, you won't be proud for long. It's just a momentary moment, and when you really find out the core thing, you won't be able to survive.

When the time comes to die in front of the whole world, I don’t know what your expression will be.

…

Su Mingan and others went to the roof of the unfinished building and knocked on the door, but no one responded.

"There should be an old lady living here, isn't she here?" Han Han looked at the closed door.

Su Ming'an used Adu to call the surveillance camera and found that the grandmother had left home an hour ago. With the help of the surveillance track, they tracked all the way and finally found the grandmother in a nearby block. She was standing among the crowd.

This is the government area, with bright red banners hanging. People held loudspeakers and surrounded the high-rise government buildings, shouting:

“Reveal the progress of research on specific drugs!”

"Support the First Dream Patrol! Those involved in the Ark Project must apologize!"

"Greedy officials! You have to give an explanation to the people!"

The guards held anti-riot shields and blocked the angry people outside the high-rise government buildings. The people stood in the heavy rain, their hair and clothes were soaked, but they still shouted slogans hoarsely, like a group of people on the verge of death.

Dead black crow.

【——You don’t value the lives of civilians at all!!!】

The noise was so loud that Su Ming'an and others stood outside the crowd, and their intense emotions were like hot wind, blowing into their faces.

However, no one stepped forward, no one appeased the people, and no one responded to their anger.

It was as if the officials had closed their eyes and covered their ears, becoming deaf-mute people who no longer spoke.

Don't look at the suffering of the people, don't listen to the wailing and crying of the sheep.

Looking at this scene, Han Han's heart seemed to be tightened.

People were clearly about to faint from hunger, but they still tore their hoarse voices and vented their anger over and over again.

However, they had no means of resistance other than roaring.

At this time, the old lady came to the front of the crowd. People knew what happened at her home and made way for her.

She stretched out her dark-spotted hands, rummaged through the floral bag in her arms, and slowly and tremblingly took out a few photos and newspapers.

During the heavy rain, her silver hair was wet and stuck to her scalp. Her thin skin stretched taut on her face, and her eyes were filled with tears. The guards used explosion-proof shields against her, but she was obviously just a rickety old woman.

, but seems to be their enemy.

"For many years, I have written to the government countless times, made phone calls, and sent them to citizens' enthusiastic mailboxes. I have asked young people to help me post online posts, find media and newspapers to defend my rights, and even joined the protest team to stand in front of you."

The old woman's vicissitudes of voice echoed in the rain, and people became quiet, listening to her hoarse voice.

"But, it all came to nothing."

"The government colluded with real estate developers, leaving behind a large number of unfinished buildings and dilapidated buildings of substandard quality, which took away all my property. One day five years ago, I was cooking when the building suddenly collapsed and crushed me to death.

daughter-in-law."

The old lady opened the newspaper. The newspaper, which had been rolled countless times, was wrinkled, but the ink characters were very clear, as if she had touched it countless times.

Above, there are several large characters with ink marks, the time is five years ago:

[Many buildings in the community collapsed, and many residents were crushed! Xincheng City did not respond to this!]

The old woman had tears in her eyes:

"I carried my daughter-in-law's body throughout the city and went to the headquarters of every TV station and newspaper. No one paid attention to me."

"I asked my son to write letters, submit them to forums, and post posts, but those words quickly disappeared without a trace. I don't know who deleted them, as if they had never appeared."

"No one listened to my voice, no one responded to me. Until a week ago, in order to pay for my granddaughter's heart disease, my son left home to get injected with some Ark Project vaccine. He never came back, and there was no money.

No one is here anymore."

"Until today, the No. 1 Dream Patrolman spoke out on the world live broadcast. He is a brave child. Only then did we dare to use this power of public opinion to come before you and demand a response."

In the silent rain, there was nothing but the patter of rain.

The old woman wiped the tears from her eyes and said in a tearful voice:

"Can you give us a response?"

"Tell me - tell me, this old lady who is about to die, what should I do? Tell me why my daughter-in-law died, tell me where my son went, tell me - how should my granddaughter live!

"

She rolled up the newspaper, picked up a photo, and said in a trembling voice:

"Tell us... how on earth we can survive..."

In the photo, the happy and smiling family of three seemed to be stained with blood. The faces of the man and the woman became blurred, leaving only the little girl holding a bear toy.

The gray-haired old man stood in the rain, shivering.

People looked at her in silence, the banners in their hands trembling in the rain.

At this time, the guards received the order to expel the people. They immediately raised their explosion-proof shields and pressed towards the people.

"No gatherings! Get out of here!"

"No gatherings! Get out of here!"

The guards shouted and pushed people as if a flood had broken a dam. They picked up water cannons and pepper spray and pointed them at people.

We can no longer allow people to shout like this. Resistance is contagious.

The old lady was pushed so hard that she staggered and fell backward.

A red umbrella was placed on her head.

Then, a hand held her shoulder.

The old woman looked up with tears in her eyes. Under the bright red umbrella, the black-haired young man lowered his eyes slightly. The heavy rain blew past his side, as if it could not invade under the umbrella. His eyes were clear, reflecting her silver hair.

For a moment, she almost thought her son was back.

Her son was upright, stubborn, and kind. He always thought that as long as he helped enough people, he would gain support from others. But in the end, five years later, even he was gone.

"Tell me about what happened in your family." Su Ming'an bowed slightly and looked level with the old lady: "I will help you."

The old lady clenched the photo in her hand and cried louder and louder.

…

"Granddaughter! Look who's back!"

Stepping into the dilapidated room, the old lady dragged Su Mingan and shouted into the house:

"Granddaughter, your father is back! Come quickly and take a look!"

A little girl holding a bear doll came out. She glanced at Su Mingan warily and shrank back.

Su Ming'an knew that people suffering from black fog disease would have some mental problems. It seemed that the old lady was temporarily ill and mistakenly thought he was her son.

"This child doesn't even recognize his father." The old woman shook her head.

The house was dilapidated and dilapidated, with crumbling walls everywhere and cracked white ash on the walls.

The rain outside the window was getting heavier and heavier. Wang Mingming tried to close the window and pulled the window rail, but the entire glass fell downwards. He quickly looked down, but fortunately the glass did not hit anyone.

"This quality..." Wang Mingming muttered and could only close the curtains to block the wind.

The old lady invited a few people to sit down. She was still wearing a soaking flower jacket, and she started to do things. She arranged the sofa, wiped the table, made tea... It was getting dark, and the lights came on one by one. She entered

In the kitchen, put on an apron and light the stove.

"Sit down first, son. You wait for a while and chat with your friends. I will cook food for you." She shouted.
To be continued...