Chapter 944 Chapter nine hundred and forty-two · "Sheep in the rain (1

  【I often think that ugly women make beautiful people. 】

  【I often thought it was the fool who named the wise man. 】

  【I often think that cowards reflect heroes. 】

  【I often thought it was everyone who saved the Buddha. 】

  【Then, where is the road to redemption for all unfortunate destinies? If wisdom and understanding can lead us to the way of salvation, is it possible for all people to acquire such wisdom and understanding? 】

  【—"I and the Temple of Earth"】

  …

  The early spring of February was very cold, with great regional differences. Even though the City Protection Department was under the warm sunshine, the small cities near the northern lands were already engulfed by heavy rain.

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

   During the turbulence of the vehicle, the car radio broadcasts a voice:

"The first dream watcher, this is your meeting after all. The Ark Project is a plan jointly finalized by the coalition government, the Holy Alliance, forty-seven independent governments and the Church of God. It consists of thousands of research institutes and experimental institutions , you don't have to bother about it..."

   "I'm just curious about your progress. It's a great achievement to be able to treat the specific medicine for the black mist disease. I heard that the research has been quite effective. Can you let me see it? I also have a human heart."

  The clear voice of the No. 1 Dream Watcher came out along the car radio, making the raindrops on the car window sound like a tick-tock piano.

  Passengers closed their eyes slightly, listening to the voice on the car radio. The scenery outside the window flies by, gray buildings, dilapidated unfinished buildings, crooked relief stations, porridge businessmen, refugees begging in the rain...

  The bright red knot swayed in the car mirror, like the wagging tail of a goldfish.

   "Dream Watcher is very popular recently. There are news about him everywhere." The taxi driver held the steering wheel and couldn't help but say.

   "Yes." The passenger responded.

"It's really not easy to be young now. Before the first dream patroller appeared in this world, I thought he would be a mature and steady middle-aged man, but this time he appeared, he turned out to be a young man who just came of age. I'm like him He was still playing arcade games when he was growing up, but he turned out to be saving the world. How can there be such a big gap between people." The driver shook his head and sighed.

  The passenger laughed when he heard it: "A mature and stable middle-aged man? Did he give such an impression in the live broadcast?"

The driver said: "Yes. When "Lou Yue Guo" first started, people on the forum were guessing whether he was a middle-aged congressman or an old professor from a university, but he was actually a young man. I couldn't even figure it out. Why is he completely different online and offline.”

  The passenger narrowed his eyes and said in a low voice, "He used to be the same."

  The driver didn't hear the whispers of the passengers. As soon as he stepped on the accelerator, the vehicle sped away in the heavy rain, and the sound of the piano on the window became more and more melodious.

As he approached the destination, the driver had a flattering smile on his vicissitudes face. He pointed at the meter and said, "Twenty-six point four, do you see it for twenty-seven? It's raining too much." , it is not convenient to see the road..."

   "Life is not easy." Said the passenger.

  The driver's face showed a mixed expression of embarrassment and guilt, like a layer of window paper that was pierced by a middle-aged man.

   "Hey, hey... Yes, it was better in the early years. But since the recent alien riots, the black mist disease has spread, and the special medicine has not been used, life has become more and more difficult." The driver whispered.

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

"thanks, thanks…"

  The driver's grateful voice came from the rain.

  Passengers held up a bright red umbrella and walked in this gray and white city. He raised his head, revealing a still youthful face, his blue pupils seemed to reflect the desolate and rainy sky.

  Noel understands the difficulties in this world very well. If it was easy, who would be ashamed to ask for that one yuan, sweeping his face into the mud, who would shiver in the wet and heavy rain, even reluctant to turn on the car air conditioner.

  For him, this is just a game. But for the people who live here, it's their whole life.

  He held an umbrella and strode forward. This is one of the cities with the worst black mist disease, and almost everyone has more or less purple-black marks on their faces. The dilapidated buildings are like rotten vegetable leaves rooted in the ground, and insects and ants eat and rot everywhere.

   "According to the current information, the dark thread of the Ark project is buried here..." Noel held the tablet in his hand and approached an unfinished building. Rubble piled up in the corridor, and the load-bearing columns were skewed, which may collapse at any time. But even in such an extremely dangerous house, there are still a large group of people huddling together to keep warm.

   "Dad, Dad, are you back yet!"

  Suddenly, a little girl crashed into Noel's arms. Noel was stunned for a moment. Although he was twenty-six years old, he probably didn't have such a big child.

   "Hey... I read it wrong, it's not Dad." The little girl saw Noel's face, and backed away in disappointment, muttering: "When will Dad come back, he said he will come back after getting the vaccine..."

  Noel's expression turned cold, and he sighed secretly.

  He knows what happened here. Due to the rapid spread of the black mist disease, this originally peaceful and quiet city fell into chaos. The real estate developers quickly ran away, and the houses that the residents had devoted their entire lives to immediately became unfinished buildings. Their lifetime efforts were instantly worthless. Value, the people in power in the city colluded with each other, did not care about the cries of the people, and all the calls for help were sunk in the drowsy rain.

   No one cares about this city, it's too small. This area where the epidemic is rampant is like a garbage dump, which must be swept away by human civilization, and the residents living here have become stones that no one cares about. Any country wants to kick it away, and does not want to bear the responsibility here.

  Noel’s investigation found that some people used money to lure the residents here, allowing them to voluntarily accept human experiments and inject the medicine provided by the Ark Project. The little girl's father was probably also one of the subjects, and never came back.

   "..."

  Noel patted the little girl's head and continued upstairs. When going upstairs, he almost stepped on a corpse. It was the corpse of an ordinary person. He was wearing a worn-out jacket. His face and neck were covered with purple-black marks. Tiny tentacles spread from his mouth and nose. Vigorously drooping beside the eyelashes.

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

  He walked a few more steps, and someone was arguing in the corridor.

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

   "Old lady, we are not here to ask your son, but to ask for money. Your son owes hundreds of thousands, and he is missing now. You have to pay it for him." These were the voices of a group of men.

"It's all... It's all for the treatment of my granddaughter's congenital heart disease. Human life... human life is at stake. Please do me a favor and give it a while. My granddaughter needs money to treat her illness. Seven years old. Please everyone, she will die if she doesn’t have money. If she can’t, just sell my organs. Kidney, liver, heart, spinal cord, blood... can be sold, I heard that these can be sold !” The old grandma replied tremblingly.

  Noel went upstairs and saw the old lady. Her eye sockets are sunken, her light red skin is close to her cheekbones, her sparse silver threads look thin under the rain outside the window, the big red flowered jacket she is wearing is full of traces of mending, and she is holding a dead shrimp in her hand.

  Shrimp is dead, gray, with rolled eyes. Noel looked at it, but he didn't think he saw a shrimp, but like seeing the city and the heavy rain.

  The debtor crowd blocked the old grandma's house, beating the gong in his hand loudly, and a yellow-haired young man pointed at the old grandma's nose and threatened:

"I don't care if you get cured or not! I don't care if your granddaughter dies or not! Repay the debt! It's only right! Isn't it difficult for us? Our mother is still panting in bed. Without money, what can we use to buy black mist disease?" Retardant? Now there is no special medicine for black mist disease, and that thing is extremely expensive!"

"The lives of the poor are the least valuable, do you understand? The lives of the poor are the least valuable! All the money has gone to the group of people who made the anti-fog medicine, and we don't have a penny! Usually forget it, once it happens What a serious illness, it is impossible to live!"

  The old grandma lowered her head, the silver thread floated beside her red-spotted ears, she murmured, but kept repeating:

   "I'm going to buy shrimp, I'm going to buy shrimp... This is my son's favorite food..."

  Behind her, the TV set on the old sewing machine, came the sound of the world live broadcast.

"—First Dream Watcher, don't worry about the Ark project, we are already doing our best to promote the research on the special medicine for the black mist disease. I believe we will get satisfactory results in a short time." On the TV screen, Dai The middle-aged man with silver-rimmed glasses behind his head showed a proper smile, and his words were impeccable.

   "—Huh? Then how did I hear that some of you deliberately delayed the research on specific medicines?" Under the spotlight, the black-haired young man chased after him. Facing all the hidden sights, his eyes are sharp and his back is straight, like a long lamp standing in the shadows.

   "—Hehe, rumors can't be taken seriously, and you can't be blinded by someone with a heart." Another lady wearing a delicate bow tie laughed.

   "—Then shall I take out the list of members and correspondence letters that delayed the Ark project, so that you can open your eyes?" Ying also smiled.

  He stood on a high platform, with a heavy light gathering on his shoulders. The people in the audience looked stiff, but they still kept awkward smiles. Shocked, puzzled, and suspicious gazes came from all directions, intertwined and scattered, and the bullet screen was squeezed blurred like heavy snowflakes.

  —Turn the table at the beginning.

  People thought that the meeting was just a formality, but the opening of the first dream tourer was a big surprise.

At the moment when his words lifted the table, people still maintained expressions of excitement and admiration. These emotions froze on their faces, and as the panic gradually rose, they mixed together like splashed paint, colorful, like the funny mask of a clown , rich and amazing.

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

  —Dream Tour anchor North: How dare he?

  —Kiwi TV: How dare he?

  —Coalition Government Member Evelyn: Where does his evidence come from, why is his voice so steady, does he know what he is questioning, and what is he declaring war on?

  —Xiao Lanping, Beiqing University: The identity of a qualified person is inherently sensitive. Even if he is the number one dream patroller, even if he is well-known, is he sure to be safe? Those big people who are in trouble don't care about the progress of the first dream patroller. If the first dream patroller threatens their lives, they absolutely want the first dream patroller to die.

  —Guwu Lu Chengzhu: We should protect him so that he can tell the conspiracy of the Ark Project.

  People's sights are like lights, like long needles, like sharp swords, surrounding the figure of the young man. The languages ​​and characters of various countries converge in the river of the Internet, mixed with all kinds of emojis and emoticons, without exception, telling their own views and shocks.

  The water dripped into a river, gathered into a sea, and then ran continuously, and the waves hit the shore, rushing towards the coast.

At this time, the old woman suddenly hugged the TV, her thin skin was pressed against the screen, and her dry lips whispered: "It's up to you, the most powerful young man, it's all up to you... Let my son come back, let me come back!" Get cured of this disease, please, please... You are ten years younger than my son, I'm so sorry, I can only rely on you..."

  Noel looked at the TV screen, and the old TV occasionally flashed a black and white screen.

  His hand was pressed against his chest, and he could clearly hear his vivid heartbeat.

   "Boom, boom, boom."

  The human structure has long since solidified, fifty-eight regimes are in full swing, and the coalition government and the military are like chains of iron chains. TV stations and major newspapers rely on their noses to keep silent under the iceberg.

  At a time like this, who dares to stand up and speak a voice that is different from theirs?

  No one dares.

  Only the first dream patroller can. He has no background, no worries, he is a newborn dark horse, an existence that suddenly appeared in this world, only he is not controlled by any, and has no involvement.

   Diseases can be cured.

   People's hearts are very difficult.

   "Hurry up! Grab things!" The debtors didn't care about the live broadcast on TV. They broke open the door, trying to **** the valuables from the grandma's house.

   At this time, Noel made a move. He grabbed the old woman's sleeve and blocked her behind, like holding a ray of wind that was about to dissipate. This side of the wind is a frivolous and worthless life, and the other side of the wind is an incurable heart.

  The rainstorm outside the screened window poured in endlessly, splashing his blond hair.

   While chasing people away, Noel's throat tightened slightly, and he couldn't help thinking, could this be Su Mingan's original intention? Did the plot make Su Mingan choose to push the boat along the way, or did he take the initiative to choose a more direct solution?

   The puppet silk dragged the fine raindrops and fell to the ground inch by inch.

  (end of this chapter)