Chapter 969 Chapter nine hundred and sixty-seven "The Hero Project."

   "Please vote yes, ma'am."

  Under the White Tower of the Asante Kingdom, Lu and the envoys of the Freedom Federation, a small border country, sat in front of Lord Reina, one of the rulers of the kingdom.

  Rina wore black double ponytails and drank tea with downcast eyes.

  The proposals concerning the Ark project and the first tower have been discussed for a long time. Members' evaluations, group discussions, voting... the members of the room have been sitting for twelve hours.

   "Since the first dream watcher wants to thoroughly investigate the Ark plan, it doesn't matter whether we oppose it or not." Rena smiled: "Don't worry, sir, even if there is no vote, the original plan of all countries is to vote for it."

   "The Kingdom of Asante chose to side with the No. 1 Dream Tourer. This is the right choice." Lu shook hands with Ruina: "You will not regret your choice today."

  Rina raised her eyebrows: "The new diplomat of the Murphy Federation. I heard that you were able to go to our country just after taking office. Who is your support?"

  Lu smiled, "It's me, ma'am. I'm just doing my job."

  He turned around and was about to leave.

  Rina drank her lipstick tea and suddenly said: "You have been obsessed with wanting a 'fairness'."

  Lu paused slightly.

  Rina said: "You are not the first group of people to pursue their ideals. Before you, there must have been countless predecessors who embarked on the journey with their ideals. But look at it now, has it changed? Why do you think they did not succeed? The history of those people's struggles for this has long been erased, and no one can remember it. If the Ark plan is really unreasonable, why has no one raised any objections to it so far?"

   Road to restart the pace.

  He said lightly: "It's always been like this, right?"

   "That's why Su Ming'an is needed."

  He didn't look back, only leaving behind a fading back. The scarf around his neck fluttered backwards in a quick step, casting a long shadow.

  …

  When the black VIP car arrived on the scene, everyone started to cheer, and people seemed to be caught in some unconscious frenzy, chanting the name of the first dream watcher.

   "Su Mingan! Su Mingan! Su Mingan!"

   "The No. 1 Dream Watcher! The No. 1 Dream Watcher!"

  The guards formed a circle and aimed their explosion-proof shields at the fanatical crowd to prevent them from rushing forward. The waiter bowed to open the door of the VIP car, and a young man in a black robe walked out of the car with a cigarette in his mouth, the skull pendant on his neck dangling slightly.

  He squinted, surrounded by cameras and spotlights, the edges and corners of his face were illuminated extremely sharply, his expression was indifferent, like a born emperor.

  When people saw him, the cheers became more and more harsh, and some even shouted, "The number one Dream Watcher! I will give you a monkey!"

  Ying raised her eyebrows. Everyone he saw had almost the same expression, as if something invisible had imprinted on their facial features, distorting them into such unconscious fanaticism. He knew that that intangible thing was called "faith".

  "First Dream Watcher, this is the Medal of Honor issued to you by the coalition government. Thank you for your contribution to mankind." Scripps, who was on stage, came down and held a small gold silk wooden box for the film, with a golden medal surrounded by black velvet.

  Dozens of cameras immediately came over like **** mouths who wanted to eat someone, aimed at the medal, and the sound of taking pictures clicked and clicked. People watched this scene with longing and anticipation, some even covered their faces and shed tears of emotion.

  —What a scene!

   Symbolizes the first dream watcher of human hope. Handover with representatives of the coalition government. Under the lights, in front of the background full of flowers, the young black-haired youth and the middle-aged man with the medal on his shoulder looked at each other. One side was once covered in blood in the Dream Tour game. One party had been signing papers around the clock.

   "Great, great..." I don't know who sighed with emotion.

   "That's the No. 1 Dream Watcher, it feels smaller than in the camera." Xinyue said.

   "It's already so strong at the age of school." Xiao Lanping from Beiqing University said in surprise.

   "Meddlers..." Duke Ezekiel whispered to himself.

  Shadow lowered his head. Under the spotlight, the reflection of the medal was very bright. At this moment, through the dazzling reflection, he saw the collapsed unfinished building, saw the sad and grateful last look of Grandma Lin, and saw a heavy rain covering the whole world.

  【The First Dream Patrol World Medal of Honor】

  Clear words are engraved on the medal, shining with broken light.

  His gaze became even more silent. One second passed, three seconds passed, ten seconds passed... People were waiting for him to receive the medal.

  Scripps has been maintaining the posture of holding the medal in his hands, and the smile on his face is about to stiffen. The crowd's discussion became louder, and the photographers holding up their cameras began to sweat gradually, and everyone began to feel embarrassed—until this moment, Ying stretched out his hand and took the medal of honor.

   "Take the honor and fulfill the obligation." Ying said lightly: "I will still thoroughly investigate the Ark project, don't worry."

   Scripps sighed inwardly—why did you mention this on purpose.

  I award you the Medal of Honor just to hope that you will stop doing deviant things. The oracle of the past is still valid, how can you end up being so stubborn.

   "By the way, the number one dream patroller, there is something I need to inform you." Scripps said.

  Shadow walked in the direction of the tower, and he had already seen the towering first tower—it was large and tall, with an unknown light shining on the top, like a giant lighthouse, illuminating the entire night.

   "Because of the news of the alien king's awakening, now that we have entered a wartime period, the term 'coalition government' is no longer appropriate. We are no longer a 'government', but an organization that can accommodate the opinions of all forces and unite mankind wholeheartedly. Therefore, in order to announce the entry into the wartime era and the opening of a new era, the coalition government has changed its name." Scripps said.

   "Well, so what's your name now?" Shadow said indifferently.

  Scripps looked serious and replied:

   "United Regiment."

  At this moment, all the players present felt their hairs stand on end, and a sense of horror spread throughout their bodies.

  Shadow's eyes widened slightly. He glanced at Scripps and said with a smile, "Good name."

  This is not going to change.

   I don't know which unlucky player proposed to change the name, but Scripps accepted it.

   "Besides, after the proposal of some congressmen, we are about to launch a plan centered on you to publicize the actions of Dream Tour anchors, commend heroes, inspire the masses, continue the pioneering spirit, and establish a proper heroic image." Scripps said.

   "Oh? What kind of plan is this?" Shadow Eye smiled.

  Under the spotlight, Scripps said:

   "The Hero Project."

  Shadow almost laughed out loud.

   Interesting, very interesting.

   "'We need to make people believe that there are people who are always fighting, who are always trying to save them, and who are always fighting for them.'" Ying slowly said: "'As long as civilization lasts, there will be people who will never fall—so we need leaders on the bright side.'"

   "You're quite right, that's what we mean," said Scripps.

   "Okay! Then I will make full use of my influence!" Ying suddenly laughed. The faces of several congressmen sank.

  Shadow strode to the original high platform of Scripps, looking at the cheering crowd below, like an emperor reviewing the army.

   "Let me see... There are still ten minutes before the opening of the first tower, and everyone has nothing to do, so let's listen to the story!" Ying smiled brightly. He opened his arms to the billions of people outside the camera, and the skull pendant on his neck flickered:

   "I have fifty very interesting stories waiting to be told! Scripps, get the microphone!"

   At this moment, Scripps felt as if he was not the representative of the high-ranking coalition government, but a servant of the first dream patrol.

  His eyes were cold for a moment, then he quickly recovered his smile, and handed the microphone to Ying: "Pay attention to the time, there are only ten minutes left."

  He didn't care what Ying would say. Ying had been wandering around Ms. Su Li's former research institute for several hours, but found no clues at all. Besides, he himself doesn't dislike shadows, but he just hopes that human beings can have a leader who is more stable, bright, and aware of current affairs.

  Ying was holding the microphone, and just about to speak, suddenly a piercing voice came:

   "Don't listen to him!"

  The crowd moved out of the way, and Cardinal Narfas came, followed by a player.

  Ying does not know this player. This player is full of hostility towards him.

   "The No. 1 Dream Patrolman—the world doesn't know your identity, but I know it. You are not a dream patrolling dark horse with a mysterious background at all, nor are you a proud man from a hidden family!" The player pointed at Ying and shouted: "You, you are Su Wensheng from Daoya City, and your mother is a human traitor who destroyed special medicine! Your mother is a traitor who was convicted of crimes against humanity!"

  His voice was sharp, amplified through the microphone, and shot straight into the sky.

  As soon as these words came out, everyone in the world was shocked.

  Shadow narrowed her eyes in surprise. He thought that since the development of the world game, there should be no such brain damage who dared to provoke the first player. But this player may not be the real owner, it should be a knife being used by someone. After all, normal people wouldn't make a fool of themselves in front of him.

   The player's reasoning makes sense. After all, Su Luoluo wears the "Please call me Miss Demon King" anchor medal. As long as you observe Su Luoluo's height, weight, accent, and skin color, you can quickly determine that she is from Ubang Kingdom. After careful investigation, it is not difficult to locate Su Luoluo in Daoya City. After all, Su Luoluo's only friend is Su Wensheng, and "Please call me Miss Demon King" has only had in-depth communication with the "Number One Dream Patrolman".

  Although this inference may not be true, the perspective of the player and the npc is different. As long as the player notices a little bit of clues, from the perspective of the plot, the player will soon realize that Su Mingan is Su Wensheng.

   "Su Wensheng, who is it?" People whispered.

   "I seem to have read the news before, saying that there is a student named Su Wensheng in Daoya City, Ubang Country. He was exposed as a foreign species during the college entrance examination, so he fled into the black mist."

   "The number one Dream Watcher is Su Wensheng? Are you kidding me?"

   "Su Wensheng is also nineteen years old...the age is right, and the hair color and complexion are also right. But, no, the time of appearance is not right."

   "I'm an insider. Su Wensheng's mother was the one who destroyed the special medicine. So he is so anxious to investigate the Ark Project. Could it be that he wants to vindicate his mother?"

  "The oracle said that Su Li was guilty first, she must not have been wronged."

   "If the No. 1 Dream Watcher is really Su Wensheng, the mother should pay the debt. His mother committed such a big crime and killed countless patients with black mist disease. He should clear the Dream Watch game to atone for mankind."

   "What are you talking about! Can you die!"

   "..."

  Scripps was shocked. The Holy Allied Forces were getting more and more arrogant. This was obviously an occasion for the coalition government, but Narfas directly brought people up to question the first dream patroller. Is this plausible?

  People did not fully believe that the number one dream patroller was Su Wensheng, but most of them believed that Su Lixian was guilty. Their expressions were loyal and solemn, as if they believed that they were conducting an extremely just trial.

  Ying's throat was itchy, and he wanted to laugh a little.

  God, you are really amazing.

  There are so many things I have done, none of them can compare to your oracle. There are so many words I have spoken, nothing can compare to the sharp words of your disciples.

  —so he always felt,

  The insistence on ontology is meaningless.

  These people... These human beings who obey some unknown, stubborn, and dull power, constantly revealing their selfishness and timidity, what is there to save them?

  But he was silent for a moment, and suddenly thought of Li Yuxuan, the fifty fire spreaders, Li Mingyue and Su Luoluo. At this time, he seemed to understand the idea of ​​the ontology.

   "Number One Dream Watcher, I understand your eagerness to be rehabilitated as the son of a sinner..." Narfas said with a solemn expression.

  Er Ying suddenly raised his hand.

  Before Narfas had time to finish speaking, the space vibration instantly tore the player apart. A huge amount of blood separated from the bones and flew in the air. The scene was extremely terrifying.

  In an instant, everyone fell silent, their faces pale.

"Shut up."

  Ying stepped on one foot, stepped on the railing of the high platform, and looked at everyone coldly.

   "Listen to the end of my story."

  …

  【To the loving God. 】

  【As long as we act righteously and show mercy, you will sprinkle the light of happiness into the earth. 】

  【May justice roll like a great river, and may your mercy fall like fine rain. 】

  【We will be your creeping lambs, praise you and obey you! 】

  【I would also like to be one of your shepherds, offering you the fur of the lamb, the devout blood of the lamb, and the sharpest horn of the lamb as your sword. 】

【so,】

  【Dear Lord God,】

  【Can you... favor me a little more? We promise to tame your lamb properly for you! 】

  【Praise you again! 】

  【Dear Lord God! 】

  —Esquier II, Grand Duchy of José, Prince Bivis, Lello Empire... (including thirty-seven national representatives)

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  (end of this chapter)