Chapter 943 Nine hundred and forty-one·“Silence.”

The cloaked man led Su Mingan forward until they reached a quiet construction area, when a scream rang out.

"ah-!"

Su Mingan looked towards the source of the sound. A woman with disheveled hair stumbled out of the hospital. She was wearing a blue and white hospital gown, and her face was covered with dark marks.

"The patient ran away! Her terminal black fog disease has attacked! She is going to mutate!" The nurse behind screamed, unable to stop the woman.

 When the woman saw Su Ming'an, a desire for flesh and blood emerged in her eyes, and she wanted to bite Su Ming'an's neck.

Su Mingan’s eyes moved slightly and his fingers curled—

"boom!"

 A shot from the guard.

 Blood flowers suddenly burst from the woman's chest. Su Ming'an didn't hold her, her black hair brushed against Su Ming'an's shoulder, and her heavy body fell to the ground.

 When the woman fell down, Su Mingan met her eyes.

 —Reddish eyes, eyes blackened by black fog, eyes of despair and sadness.

 “I…don’t want…to die.”

Her throat squeezed out broken words, and then no more words came out.

Su Mingan stood there, but the cloaked man took his hand and led him around the body: "This is the condition of patients with advanced black fog disease. Let's go."

 The two of them went deeper and deeper.

After passing through many password doors, the cloaked man took him to a giant computer: "I would also like to thank you for the many decisions you made before you lost your memory. Let us rush to propose the 'Ark Project' bill to the coalition government before it is passed. The objections caused great trouble to the anti-war congressmen. To express its gratitude to you, Congress sent you a letter of thanks."

Su Mingan was a little confused: "Ark plan?"

The cloaked man said: "It's a plan to research a special medicine for black fog disease."

Su Mingan said: "Research on specific medicines, so why should we oppose it?"

The cloaked man entered the password and called up the file. In an instant, the document with black and white text appeared on the huge screen.

 …

 【Vice Minister His Excellency Su Shize:

 In order to ensure the stability of the world structure and allow the major chaebols to enjoy sufficient benefits, please remain silent when discussing issues related to the "Ark Project".

Please sign the attached contract to delay the development of specific drugs for black fog disease.

 Coalition Government Mr. Patal]

 …

“Slowing down the development of special drugs for black fog disease?” Su Mingan suspected that he was wrong.

He thought of a soldier named "Ming Luo" whom he had killed - Min Luo's daughter died of black fog disease.

　　When his daughter was wailing in pain, Mingluo could only stand by the bed helplessly and watch. No medicine could cure his suffering. In the end, the church people forcibly burned his daughter to death, but he was helpless.

　　Black fog has destroyed so many families and destroyed so many people’s happiness.

 But now—he saw the words "Special medicine for delaying black fog disease"?

"You can understand that the emergence of the special medicine must be delayed so that the upper management can have enough time to connect with organizations such as the Zaibatsu and the Kotake family and give them space to divest and invest." The cloaked man said: "Once the special medicine is available soon, If it appears, it will instantly crush the financial circle with the "Black Mist" as its core. At that time, once the chaebol collapses, hundreds of millions of families will be affected. Unemployment, mortgages, relief funds, and stock prices are enough to destroy the entire fragile financial system. Only by delaying the research on specific drugs can the people slowly adapt to the times and prevent themselves from being overwhelmed by drastic changes."

 He took out an electronic pen and handed it to Su Mingan.

“So, Deputy Minister, please sign your name and approve this contract for the ‘Special Drug to Delay Black Mist Disease’.”

Su Mingan thought of the painful woman just now.

 …So those patients who are already in the advanced stages of black fog disease can only watch themselves die.

 …It is clear that there is already a prototype of the first generation of special medicine that can save their lives.

Su Mingan was silent for a moment and put down his pen.

 He does not understand what the emergence of specific medicines will bring, nor does he understand the structure of social and economic operations, which require years of study.

 But he knew that maybe he shouldn't sign.

At this time, Chaoyan held his hand and motioned him to pick up the pen again.

"If you don't sign, thousands of people will still sign." Chaoyan said: "The turmoil of a world does not depend on one person's will, unless you are as powerful as a god. Otherwise, even if you are today If they don’t sign this contract, the fifty-eight political systems will already know what they should do.”

 “You know what to do, right?”

“After the White Sand Paradise in the Sixth World, tens of millions of mentally ill patients appeared in the Lord God’s World. They also did not receive good help. At that time, there were also people who you couldn’t see who made choices for them.”

Su Ming'an became alert and looked at Chao Yan.

 …She even knows this.

Su Mingan looked at his pen. His hand once held the lives of hundreds of millions of people. Now, signing a name can also affect the fate of others.

Chaoyan held his hand, the tip of the pen touched the tablet, and Su Mingan released his fingers.

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 The electronic pen fell to the ground, leaving a dark mark on the screen.

Su Mingan turned around and left in large strides.

Since the situation would not change whether he signed or not, he chose to follow his own heart and not sign.

 …

Ying opened the door, and what he saw was a huge meeting. Tens of thousands of people were sitting in the seats. When Ying entered the door, an overwhelming applause sounded at this moment, warmly welcoming the arrival of the first Dream Tourist. .

The light shone on Ying's body, and he listened to the roar of the mountain and the tsunami, as if he was in the extreme fanaticism of the crowd.

“The number one Dream Patroller! The number one Dream Patroller!”

 “I like you! I like you! The number one Dream Patroller! Marry me!”

 “Look at me! Look at me! Look at me!”

Ying pursed her lips, stepped onto the high platform, raised her hand, and lowered it slightly.

 For a moment, the whole place was silent.

 Shadow looks directly into the camera.

As early as the moment he appeared on behalf of his true body, Shadow was prepared to stand in the spotlight—this is a whole world.

Although there were tens of thousands of people sitting at the venue, it was still densely packed as far as the eye could see, not to mention the billions of people behind the live broadcast.

Ying looked at the excited people and said with a smile: "Hello everyone."

 In an instant, the violent cheers seemed to lift off the ceiling. People held up the light signs in their hands, and some even held tablets and scrolled the emoticons of No. 1 Dream Patroller.

Ying suddenly heard the order from Su Mingan. He said with a smile: "This is the first time I'm meeting you publicly. I want to ask you a question."

 “Say it!” The reporter in the front row held up the microphone and the camera clicked.

"We will try our best to answer!" The envoys sitting behind the red silk table were eagerly waiting.

 Players including Lu Meng, Higurashi and others were also sitting in the seats, watching the "number one player".

Ying pressed his hands, and the scene suddenly became quiet.

 He spoke into the microphone and said softly:

“—May I know something about the ‘Ark Project’ and Mizushima Kawakora?”

 (End of this chapter)