Chapter 949 Chapter 947 "Sheep in the Rain (6

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

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

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

Bevis was startled: "This is the royal gem of the Lailuo Empire. It is only for the use of 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 Bivis's eyes, but he was quickly suppressed. He looked down upon the nouveau riche the most in his life, and No. 1 Meng Xunjia was a typical nouveau riche. There is no background and no etiquette. He lifts the table at every turn but has to hold it.

"This... can't 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 the film directly puts the camera on their shoulders and records their faces for a while, so that the whole world can see their expressions.

Duke Ezekiel gave Beavis a wink. It's just a gem, just give it, you must give face to the No. 1 Dream Patroller.

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

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

 …The first dream patrolman, you won’t be proud for long. It's just a momentary moment, but 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 there?” Han Han looked at the closed door.

Su Mingan used Adu to call the surveillance camera and found that the old woman had left home an hour ago. With the help of surveillance tracks, they tracked all the way and finally found the old woman in a nearby block, standing among the crowd.

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

 “Reveal the progress of research on specific drugs!”

“Support the First Dream Patroller! Those involved in the Ark Project must apologize!”

 “Greedy officials! You have to give an explanation to the people!”

The guards held riot shields to keep the angry people away from the high-rise government buildings. People stood in the heavy rain, their hair and clothes soaked through, but they still shouted slogans with hoarse voices, like a group of dying black crows.

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

 The noise was so loud that Su Mingan and others stood outside the crowd.

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

 It is as if the officials have closed their eyes, covered their ears, and become deaf-mute who no longer speak.

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

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

Even though the people were about to faint from hunger, they still tore their hoarse voices and vented their anger over and over again.

However, they had no means of resistance except roaring.

 At this time, among the crowd, the old lady came to the front of the crowd.

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

 In the heavy rain, her silver hair was wet and stuck to her scalp. The thin skin stretched taut on his face, and his eyes were filled with tears. The guards pointed their blast shields at her. She was obviously just a stooped old woman, but she seemed 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 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 fell silent, listening to her hoarse voice.

 “However, 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’s eyes were filled with tears:

“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.”

“Until a week ago, in order to pay for my granddaughter’s heart disease, my son left home to get vaccinated with Project Ark. He never came back, with no money and no one.”

“Until today, the No. 1 Dream Patrolman spoke out on the world live broadcast. He is a brave child. 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 lady wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and said in a tearful voice:

 “Can you give us a response?”

"Tell me - tell me, this old woman 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 my granddaughter should live!"

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

 “Tell us...how on earth should we live...”

In the photo, the happy and smiling family of three seems 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 shaking in the rain.

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

 “No gatherings! Get out of here!”

 “No gatherings! Get out of here!”

The guards were shouting and pushing people around, as if a flood had broken a dam. They picked up water cannons and pepper spray and pointed them at people.

 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 is upright, stubborn, and kind. He always thinks that as long as he helps enough people, he can gain support from others.

"Tell me what happened at your house." Su Ming'an bowed slightly and looked at the old lady at eye level: "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 on, 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 woman was temporarily ill and mistakenly thought he was her son.

This house is dilapidated and dilapidated, crumbling everywhere, and the walls are covered with cracked white ash.

The old lady invited a few people to sit down. She was still wearing a soaking flower jacket and started busying herself. She tidied the sofa, wiped the table, and made tea... It was getting dark, so she went into the kitchen, put on her apron, and lit the stove.

“Sit down first, son, you wait for a while and chat with your friends while I cook for you.” She shouted.

 The blue fire was swaying, green vegetables were poured into the iron pot, and the earthy-yellow oil was mixed with it, making a sizzling sound. Su Mingan stood outside the kitchen curtain, breathing in the moist rain, looking at the old woman's thin body and the bulging purple veins on her arms.

This scene overlapped somewhat with his memory. He recalled that when he was very young, his grandma wore an apron like this and cooked food behind the kitchen curtain. At that time, he always thought that grandma was doing magic. As long as people came in, steaming hot dishes would be served in less than half an hour.

At that time, my mother was always playing the piano outside and would never come back. So grandma will teach him many things. Grandma will teach him how to fold paper stars. Grandma will make delicious cabbage stew soup. Grandma will teach him how to read pictures. The first book he read was the fairy tale Peter Pan. Due to the limitations of the times, grandma was not very literate and could not use a Nokia mobile phone. She knitted in the house all day long. She would keep her bankbook and one dollar and fifty-cent coins in an iron box and lock them, treating them like treasures. Usually he is not even willing to pour out a basin of water, and even the most unpalatable parts of the vegetable leaves are left behind.

Normally, she would keep some plum wine. When she opened the lid of the wine, the aroma would emanate. However, she always hid the plum wine in a place where he could not find it to prevent him from drinking it if he was too young. He had tried to look for it before, like a brave man looking for the jewels hidden by the evil dragon. He crawled under the bed, stood on a stool and went through the cabinets on the ceiling. He also dug through the cracks of the sewing machine, but he never found it.

 At that time, grandma would smile and say to him, you can only drink it when you are older. If you get married one day, I will take out all the plum wine I have hidden and give it to you.

　　　…”

 Later, plum wine was no longer there, and so was grandma.

He never found the plum wine she hid again, as if he quietly hid in the small box with her and went to a place where he could not find it.

 Later, he lived alone at home and searched every corner of the house, but could not find any trace of her.

 Actually, he didn’t really want to drink that plum wine.

 He just wanted to prove to her that he would be obedient and would not drink secretly even if he found her.

 But grandma can no longer hear it.

Su Mingan was standing in the living room. The rain outside the window was getting heavier and heavier. He looked at the back of the old lady in a daze and the sound of cooking.

He thought of her floral coat, her sewing machine, her one-dollar and five-cent coins, and the torn fairy tale book. He felt sad in his heart and his nose was sore, as if she was still in his possession. In front of him, she was cooking in the kitchen less than three steps away from him. Through the curtain was her familiar face. As long as he called "grandma", she would turn around, call him by his nickname, and hold his hand. hand.

 But he clearly knew that the deceased was no longer there, no matter how many times he recalled it.

This sadness made him feel strange...as if the person who missed his grandma was not him, but a freshman named "Su Ming'an".

 …And he doesn’t seem to be this person.

The person behind the curtain is not his grandmother, but an old grandmother who is far away from his hometown and is not familiar with him. She was even separated from him by a whole world.

 He sees civilization too clearly, his vision is vast and there are no fireworks.

 When he lowered his head from the survival of mankind and the decline of the universe, he could hardly even see his past clearly.

 “Here it comes!”

 The curtain was lifted, and the old lady walked out, carrying steaming dishes. Wang Mingming and the other three, who had been hungry for a long time, immediately ate their food. Su Mingan quickly put down her chopsticks after moving them.

"Why don't you want to eat? These are your favorite dishes. Look, braised pork is very expensive. Eat more." Seeing that Su Ming'an didn't want to eat, the old lady immediately gave him some vegetables and wanted to stuff them all. Into his bowl.

 “Wait a moment.” Su Mingan lowered his head and looked at Ah Du’s watch. A Du is sending him a message.

 “An Jiang, I found a death record.” A Du said.

 “Yeah.” Su Mingan said.

 “It’s a bit...amazing.” Ah Du said.

 “Take it out.” Su Mingan said.

 No matter whose death is recorded, there is always some information. Could it be the death record of Su Wensheng’s mother?

 Ah Du was silent for a while and projected a file.

 …

  【Autopsy report:

Name of the deceased: Su Wensheng

Sex: Male

Identity: Daoyacheng No. 1 High School, high school student

 Date of death: February 1, 827

 Cause of death: drowning

 Place of death: East Lake of Daoya City

 Whether it was homicide: No

 Note: Suicide due to excessive mental stress.

 File level: SS level (top secret)]

 …

Su Mingan glanced at the date in surprise. Today is February 7, 827.

 He has been dead for six days.

 (End of this chapter)