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Chapter 944 Chapter 940 "Sheep in the Rain (1)"

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

[I often think that it is the fool who named the wise man. 】

[I often think that cowards reflect heroes. 】

[I often thought that everyone 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 Altar of Earth"】

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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 lights 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, a sound came from the car radio:

"First Dream Watcher, this is your meeting after all. The Ark Project is a plan jointly finalized by the coalition government, the Holy Alliance, 47 independent governments and the Church of Gods. You don't have to worry about it..."

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

The clear and clear voice of the No. [-] Dream Watcher came out along the car radio, making the raindrops on the car window like the sound of 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.

"The No. [-] 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.

"Hmm." The passenger responded.

"Before the first Dream Watcher appeared in this world, I thought he would be a mature and steady middle-aged man, but he turned out to be a young man who has just grown up. I was still playing arcade games when I was his age. It turned out that he was already saving the world." The driver shook his head and sighed.

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

The driver said, "That's right. When "Lou Yueguo" first started, people on the forum were guessing whether he was a middle-aged congressman, but who knew he was actually a young man."

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.

Approaching the destination, the driver put on a flattering smile on his vicissitudes of life, and pointed to the meter: "26 yuan, can you show it to 27? It's raining too much, and it's not convenient to see the road..."

"Life is not easy," said the passenger.

An expression of embarrassment and guilt appeared on the driver's face.

"Hey, hey...yes, the alien species riots recently, the black mist disease is rampant, and the special medicine has not been used yet. Life is getting more and more difficult." The driver murmured in a low voice.

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 of the world.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, and even reluctant to turn on the car air conditioner.

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

Holding an umbrella, he 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.The load-bearing columns in the corridor are skewed and 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!"

Suddenly, a little girl crashed into Noel's arms.Noel was stunned for a moment. Although he was 26 years old, he probably didn't have such a big child.

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

Noel's expression froze, and he sighed secretly.

He knows what happened here.Due to the rapid spread of the black mist disease, real estate developers ran away quickly, and the houses that residents had invested their entire lives immediately became unfinished buildings. Their life's hard work instantly became worthless. , all calls for help were sunk in the drowsy rain.

Some people lure the residents here with money, let the residents 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.

"..."

When Noel went upstairs, he almost stepped on a corpse. It was the corpse of an ordinary person. He was wearing a worn-out jacket and his face was covered with purple-black marks.

Noel reached out 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! I, I want to buy shrimp for my son. He usually eats boiled shrimp the most..." It 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 back 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 little more time. My granddaughter needs money to cure her illness. She is only seven years old. Please, everyone, she will die if she has no money. If it’s not possible, just take my organs and sell them. Kidneys, livers, hearts, spinal cords, blood... can be sold. I heard that these are all It can be sold!" The old woman replied tremblingly.

Noel went upstairs and saw the old granny.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.

The shrimp was dead, gray and with rolled eyes.

Noel looked at it, but he didn't feel like seeing a shrimp, but like seeing the city.

The crowd of debtors blocked the door of the grandmother's house, beating the gong in his hand loudly, and a yellow-haired young man pointed at the grandmother'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 cent! What a serious illness, it is impossible to live!"

The old grandma lowered her head, and 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...my son likes this best..."

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

"——The first dream watcher, we are already doing our best to promote the research on the special medicine for black mist disease. I believe that we will get satisfactory results in a short time." On the TV screen, wearing silver-rimmed glasses, the head behind The young man 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.

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

"——Then shall I show you the list of members who have delayed the Ark project and the communication letters, 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, perplexed, and skeptical gazes came from all directions, and the barrage was squeezed blurry like heavy snowflakes.

——Turning the table at the beginning.

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

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?

——Evelyn, member of the coalition government: 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 of 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.

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

People's eyes 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.

At this time, the old woman suddenly hugged the TV, her thin skin 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 this disease be cured, please, please... You are ten years younger than my son, I am 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.

With his hands on his chest, he could clearly hear his vivid heartbeat.

"Boom, boom, boom."

The human pattern has long since solidified, 58 regimes are in full swing, and the coalition government and the military are like a chain 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 dared.

Only the first dream patroller can.He is a newborn dark horse, an existence that suddenly appeared in this world, but he is the only one who is not under any control or involvement.

Disease can be cured.

People's hearts are difficult.

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

At this time, Noel made a move. He grabbed the old lady'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 torrential rain outside the screened window poured in endlessly, splashing his blond hair.

When driving 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)