Zombies don't need to rest

The execution ground designated by Fan Zishan is near a piece of farmland. It was originally a temporary military camp, but after renovation, the playground of the military camp was turned into a execution ground.

The live broadcast on the TV has already started, and there is silence in the Wufeng Tavern, and everyone is silently watching Cai Wuen who was carried down and tied to the table.

The first death penalty since the establishment of the Pan-Asian Federation, it is conceivable that at this moment, the attention of the entire Federation is focused on this place.

Sitting in his seat, Fan Zishan was thankful again that it was thanks to Jiang Yang that he beat Cai Wuen half to death in advance, otherwise, if the opponent violently hurt someone in this situation, the No. 11 base city would be ashamed.

There were two soldiers walking by, "Mayor, everything is ready"

Cai Wuen's instrument of torture is a laser weapon that was once equipped on the sixth-generation mecha. After adjustment, it becomes a torture instrument, which can directly incinerate Cai Wuen into ashes.

Fan Zishan nodded, "Check again, and start on time after making sure there is no problem."

He doesn't intend to speak on stage again.

The controversy caused by this matter in the Federation has just begun, and as a staunch supporter of the death penalty, he may become the target of the other party's attack if he runs up to speak at this time.

But he didn't intend to take advantage of this time to feel that Jiang Yang had withstood the pressure of public opinion.

In fact, he originally planned to think so, but when he thought that he only owed a favor, he couldn't help but dismiss his thoughts, looked firmly at the judge in charge of execution and said, "Let's begin."

The judge nodded, and walked onto the stage with a blank expression, announcing Cai Wuen's charges and the final decision of No. 11 base city, and at the same time showing the permission of the Federal Council.

At [-]:[-] in the morning, the sun leaped above the horizon.

The flash of the laser weapon was covered by the sun, and when people looked at Cai Wuen on the stand, they only saw a piece of gray-black ash.

In the TV screen, the judge who had previously announced the execution stepped onto the stage again and said, "The execution is complete."

Sign it, stamp it, turn off the laser, and sweep the ashes into the box.

Finally, the logos of the Pan-Asian Federation and the NO.11 base city were affixed, and there was only such a small box left for Cai Wuen.

In the windless tavern, the huge cheers almost lifted the ceiling.

Pei Bin turned his head blankly, "Cai Wuen was executed, are they so happy?"

Jiang Yang shook his head and patted him on the shoulder, "Why do you have such superficial thoughts?"

Under Pei Bin's incomprehensible gaze, Jiang Yang stood up and raised the cup in his hand high.

More than ten thousand zombies in the entire tavern stood up at the same time.

Jiang Yang glanced at Pei Bin who was still ignorant in his seat.

Did he want to execute Cai Wuen in public?

No, it was too easy for him to kill him.

What he wants is to reopen the death penalty?

Nor is it.

From the very beginning, Jiang Yang's purpose was for what Luo Jincheng said yesterday on the flower square.

That sentence has been written into the Federal Supreme Law 110 for five years.

But the chairman of the Pan-Asian Federation, known as the savior of mankind, Luo Dasheng, must repeat his words in the public.

When that sentence was uttered from Luo Jincheng's mouth, and transmitted to the entire Pan-Asian Federation through countless receivers and speakers, this sentence has become an ironclad fact.

No one dares to ignore it anymore, and no one will simply regard it as an official document.

[Life is priceless, and the awakened zombies and humans are equal] ——Pan-Asian Federation, Chairman Luo Jincheng (published in No.215 Base City Flower Square in 11 of the Cataclysm Era)

This sentence will be recorded forever in the history books of the Pan-Asian Federation.

People in the Pan-Asian Federation don't need to read the articles of law to know this sentence.

Even if Luo Jincheng doesn't agree, even if the system doesn't think so, it doesn't matter anymore.

The words have been exported, and the water is hard to take back.

Looking at the zombies in Wufeng Tavern, Jiang Yang raised his cup and shouted: "To the Pan-Asian Federation!"

All the zombies responded: "Respect the Pan-Asian Federation!"

Jiang Yang shouted again: "Respect, Chairman!"

All the zombies shouted: "Brother Jingyang!"

cheers! ! !

26 Tavern (×) study class (√)

In the Windless Tavern, all the zombies were cheering, and hearing their words, Pei Bin's expression gradually changed from bewilderment to shock.

He turned his head and looked at Jiang Yang, who was sitting back on the chair, and said, "So you have already figured it out from the beginning? Is this your purpose?"

Jiang Yang nodded, "A law has a different effect when it is written in the text and when it is spoken by the highest authority."

Pei Bin's hands trembled, "Then just in case..."

He didn't say anything later, but Jiang Yang turned his head and looked at him, "We can sit with new humans, but it's never because of that law."

Jiang Yang has observed Luo Jincheng and that system for more than 200 years. Because of this, he will bear such a high price to join forces with Fan Zishan and others, and finally brew a good show on the Flower Square.

Now, Cai Wuen is really dead, and the death sentence has been officially executed. He doesn't care what happens next. The goal was achieved when Luo Jincheng said that sentence yesterday.

Some zombies were toasting to celebrate, Jiang Yang also raised his hand and drank another glass of red liquid, then turned to look at Pei Bin and said, "Tell me about you, do you really want to go to the moon so much? Or do you just want to go to the moon?" don't want to live anymore"

Pei Bin looked at the wine glass in his hand and fell silent.

Before he came here, he really hoped that Jiang Yang would do him a favor and send him to the moon to have a look, but now he hesitated again.

Jiang Yang reached out and took the West Wind wine basket in the counter and handed it to Pei Bin, "You can't always live in your memory. Indulging in the past will only make you live an unhappy life. People, you have to look forward."

Looking at Pei Bin who was in a daze, Jiang Yang put the wine crate in Pei Bin's hands, "The work in the factory is already boring enough, let's open our eyes occasionally to see this new era."

Pei Bin looked at the familiar wine crate in his hand, and the tip of his nose was filled with the faint smell of his hometown.

Jiang Yang suddenly turned his head and asked, "Do you think the Pan-Asian Federation will reopen the death penalty? I'm not talking about a single case, but the official permission of the federal court to impose the death penalty."

Pei Bin hesitated for a moment, "I think that with the character of the chairman, I probably wouldn't agree. Those, uh, didn't the new human beings say that things like the death penalty are the dirt of the old era?"

Jiang Yang pointed to the two pots in the middle of the hall, "Do you want to take a gamble?"

Pei Bin shook his head, "I have no money"

Jiang Yang also shook his head, "Everyone has no money."

With that he took a biscuit from his plate "we bet this"

Pei Bin looked at the funny bear pattern on the biscuit, and couldn't keep up with Jiang Yang's train of thought, but he still nodded, "If this is the case, then okay."

Jiang Yang patted him on the shoulder, got up and stood on the chair and said loudly, "Brothers, this new friend said that he wants to bet a bear biscuit that the Pan-Asian Federation will not restart the death penalty."

Immediately someone below shouted, "Luo Shengren can agree this time because the one who died was brother Ji. If another human came over, he would have vetoed it by one vote."

Jiang Yang didn't speak, but held the bear biscuit high in his hand, "Will you bet or not?"

The shouting zombie took a biscuit and threw it into the red jar in the middle of the hall, "I don't believe it"

Jiang Yang also threw Pei Bin's piece in, and then took a piece and threw it into another green jar, "I believe that killing people doesn't pay for life, how can there be such a good thing in the world?"

Immediately there were zombies who objected, "Impossible, it is impossible for the Great Sage Luo to pass the motion to sentence humans to death."

The nearest zombie threw the biscuit into the red jar and made a "dang" sound, and at the same time said loudly, "It's a bet, he can't agree"

Another zombie put the biscuit into the green jar next to it. "It depends on the situation. If he agrees to execute Brother Ji today, even if the hole is opened, maybe someone else will be executed tomorrow."

Immediately, someone retorted, "Fart, you think that amending the law is something that can be done with just a few words? Look at it, you can't pass the poll alone. Didn't you read what the media said? They call it civilized whether to impose the death penalty or not."

The zombies threw biscuits into the jar noisily.

After everyone put it away, Feng Wenbin closed the jar with a smile and said loudly, "I've decided to leave, I can't go back on my word from now on."

The number of biscuits in the two jars seemed to be about the same, that is to say, about half of the zombies present felt that it was impossible for Luo Jincheng to agree to the Federation's implementation of the death penalty.

Watching the zombies who were still celebrating before start to quarrel over a biscuit bet, and even two guys even pulled their hair and fought when they disagreed.

Pei Bin scratched his head in doubt. Don't these people belong to the same group?

Jiang Yang laughed and looked at the two guys who were fighting, "If you two break the cup, remember to pay it back when you get paid next month."

Looking at Feng Wenbin, who was watching eagerly from the side, the two had no choice but to change to Wendou again, and greeted each other after arranging and combining.

Pei Bin sat on the chair blankly and looked at the bustling tavern. Jiang Yang patted him on the shoulder with a smile: "The one who scolded the ancestors, the one who studied history, the one who scolded genitals, and the one who studied biology, you can go back and read Look through the earliest batch of federal university textbooks, there are their names on it."

Seeing his unbelievable expression, Jiang Yang didn't pay any attention to it, and went directly to the fire with a cup. The whole Wufeng Tavern seemed to be a scene of "neighborhood harmony is thriving".

Feng Wenbin returned to the bar with a smile, Pei Bin turned to him with the wine crate and asked him, "How much?"

"It's your first time here, and you're still drinking hometown wine, Brother Yang treats you"

"Oh, then, thank you"

Pei Bin stopped talking, Feng Wenbin leaned on the counter and looked at Jiang Yang who made the two of them come up with some new words, "Brother Yang said, there is no need to live so tired, what has happened, let it go."

After speaking, he took out a pen and paper and asked Pei Bin, "By the way, have you ever studied in a federal school in these years?"

Pei Bin nodded and said, "65 years ago, I got a doctorate in aerospace engineering from the Federal Institute of Technology."

Feng Wenbin wrote it down seriously, and after waiting for a long time without hearing a sound, he raised his head curiously and asked, "Just this one?"

Pei Bin felt as if he was being despised because of his low education.

But he did go to school just once, an evening school after work each day.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Feng Wenbin was silent for a while and asked, "Then do you have any idea of ​​further study? After all, your major has been turned upside down for more than 60 years."

Pei Bin nodded, but he just wanted to say that the purpose of his coming to Wufeng Tavern was to let Jiang Yang get him to the moon, and it would be best to die there.

Feng Wenbin took out a computer from under the counter, "Well, I think it's necessary for you to revisit your previous major, and then you'd better expand it a bit. How about aircraft design?"

Seeing that he seemed to be really helping him plan his next study, Pei Bin blinked suspiciously.

And Feng Wenbin continued to say, "Let me take a look, Aircraft Design of Federal Institute of Technology, please show me your identity."

Pei Bin took out his ID card in a daze, and watched Feng Wenbin operate a few times skillfully.

Not long after that, I raised my head with a smile and said, "Okay, I have already applied for you to retake the doctorate degree major in aerospace engineering, and there is also an undergraduate education major in aircraft design. Classes will start tomorrow night. get a Ph.D."

The continuous vibration of the mobile phone brought Pei Bin back to his senses. Looking at the welcome registration and course schedule sent by the school, he said at a loss, "Uh, um, I'm here... to be like Zhou Yu."

Before he finished speaking, Feng Wenbin interrupted him directly, "You are different from Zhou Yu, you just can't find your target for a while, don't worry, Brother Yang said, in your time there was a great man who taught everyone to Study hard and improve every day, right?"

Pei Bin nodded.

Feng Wenbin smiled and spread his hands, "That's right, if you don't know what to do, then come and study, there is your senior in the tavern, you can ask if you don't understand, but you'd better apply for a full scholarship, Otherwise, I can only help you pay the tuition first.”

He looked at Pei Bin pitifully and said, "Don't look at me as the boss now, but you also know how bad the economic situation of the Federation is now. I'm really poor, but I can't support you for too long."

Seeing Feng Wenbin's appearance, Pei Bin had no choice but to nod again.

Jiang Yang walked over with an empty cup, looked at the majors displayed on the computer screen, turned around and waved and shouted, "Come to the eighth group, and take your people away!"

Then he patted Pei Bin on the shoulder and said, "Welcome to Wufeng, don't worry, I promise to send you to the moon, then I will definitely let you go there."

A zombie walked over from the hall, and enthusiastically dragged Pei Bin to one of the booths.

Feng Wenbin asked softly, "Is he alright?"

Jiang Yang shook his head, "That's where he is, that is, he can not be affected here, and when he goes out, the idea will come again."

Pei Bin's problem can't be solved in a day or two, Jiang Yang took the computer "I'll go down for a while, you can watch it here"

He was very curious about what would be in the hard drive that Cai Wuen treasured.

27 Fan Father Training Son

Pei Bin walked out of the Wufeng Tavern in a daze, looked down at the thick pile of books and papers in his arms, and muttered dumbfoundingly: "What is this?"

Looking at the tavern again, the zombie who claimed to be Dong Quanyun, the leader of Wufeng Group Eight, was waving goodbye to him, and at the same time made a gesture of cheering with his fists.

The team leader has a full twelve doctorate degrees, and Pei Bin, who was crushed into scum after just a simple discussion, could only grin and make an ugly smile at the other party, then turned and went home silently.

I can't take so many books to the factory, I just don't know when I can catch up with him.

Walking on the road, Pei Bin didn't realize that as he gradually moved away from the Windless Tavern, the idea of ​​going to the moon became more and more clear in his mind.

When he got home and put the books on the table, the strong desire made him unable to put the books into the bookcase by category.