A few days ago, this face might have been unknown to many people, but after the awarding ceremony, this big golden guy has become synonymous with hope in everyone's heart.
Due to official duties, Wencheng did not attend the awarding ceremony that day, but he did not miss the wonderful torture.
It was after seeing this guy who called himself Speaker in the playback that the seal on his memory began to be lifted more quickly.
However……
He would never have thought that the Speaker would appear in front of him. Even though his memory had been restored and even though it was confirmed that such a human being did not exist, the strength he had demonstrated and his officially certified identity had already earned Wen Cheng's basic respect.
Wen Cheng, with some graying temples, suddenly felt like he was back in his youth. He saw the expression of his former strict instructor on the face of the big blond guy.
This made his mood, which had been calm before, start to fluctuate again.
Wencheng looked at the approaching man, and his throat moved:
"Are you the..."
The big blond guy nodded, and Lin Qingliu, who had changed his vest, was very satisfied with the other person's expression.
The so-called mastermind likes to see the undisguised astonishment on the other person's face.
How would you feel if you found out that the psychologist you had always trusted was actually your boss's boss?
"Are you Dr. Lin's backer?"
“…”
The big blond guy was silent.
I'm playing open cards with you, and you say you're blind?
For a moment, he didn't know whether the other party was really stupid or just pretending to be stupid. Maybe he really didn't react, or maybe he didn't want to break the last layer of window paper, leaving more room for the subsequent negotiations between the two sides.
Anyway, Lin Qingliu didn't see the expression he wanted, so his tone began to become kind, intending to at least take advantage of the other party:
"Kid, you seem to be lost."
His hand rested gently on Wencheng's shoulder, and the heavy warmth made him feel at ease.
Although Wencheng is also a human who has undergone transformation and military training, his size cannot be compared with the golden giant model specially prepared for this purpose.
Under the heavy pressure of Arthur's palm, he was as weak, pitiful and helpless as a primary school student facing his class teacher.
"Child, tell me your troubles. I am listening."
The big guy, as gentle as the sun, pushed Wen Cheng back to the bed, sat on the chair where Lin Qingliu had sat before, and began to wait for the other party to make a statement.
Although he had seen those scenes, for Wencheng, only a true confession could temporarily relieve the depression in his heart.
This is also part of psychotherapy.
Under Arthur's guidance, Wencheng personally recounted the past that he had just recovered.
Unlike watching the scene in person, no matter how many times he watched it, Lin Qingliu could not personally feel the torment and pain in Wen Zheng's heart when he made each decision, and there was no way to fully understand the other party's almost foolish loyalty to humans.
But right now, this is exactly the quality he needs.
After Wencheng vented all the pain in his heart, the big golden guy looked into his eyes and asked:
"Tell me, child, what do you want to do most now?"
Wencheng's eyes were still as firm as ever, and he said very seriously:
"All traitors must die, myself included."
"You still think so?"
"Yes, even if you are not affected by emotions, the only way for someone to pay for such a sin is death."
"In that case, I will give you this opportunity."
Arthur stood up, his tall stature making even this single room seem a little small.
"I promise you that all the sins of the old era will be resolved in my hands. The guilty will receive the due punishment, and you will also get what you wish for."
"grateful."
"No need, everything is for humanity."
"Yes, everything is for humanity."
The door closed and Wen Cheng slumped down on the bed, lost in thought.
He did not regret his decision, but when he calmed down, he had more time to think deeply.
There is no need to think too much about who the other party is. Whether it is a psychologist whose abilities are far beyond one's imagination, or a powerful warrior who can fight with the fifth-level beast, they will only bring benefits and no harm to the human side.
But why had I never heard of such a secretive organization before?
Or maybe he had heard of it, but hadn't put the two together...
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So far, Lin Qingliu has a very comprehensive understanding of the history of Hope City.
The glorious old era, the unexpected crash of a colonial spaceship, the expected internal strife and conspiracy...
As for who gave Wencheng the confidential documents and let him know the truth of the matter, it goes without saying that it was the "Wanjuan" who had been lurking in the dark for decades and had not been discovered.
With a clear understanding of the past, his ideas for future development will naturally become clearer.
This night was particularly long for Lin Qingliu. Even though his mind was very flexible, he was still used to writing and drawing on white paper when making short-term and long-term plans for the future.
But the more he summarized, the angrier he became.
After a few days of getting along, he had roughly figured out the councillors' views on the current management of Hope City.
That is there is no management situation.
These ten hanged men have almost completely lost their ambition, and five of them are old and immortal, relying on the nutrient solution that was supposed to be used to cultivate frozen embryos to stay alive every day.
The enthusiasm of the five newcomers was also fading rapidly. Although they still maintained a certain enthusiasm for the governance of Hope City, all of them were too internally oriented.
The "death language" left by the old era researcher through the "No. 1" instrument is still affecting this group of congressmen.
Their hearts were still in chaos and disorder. They always felt that the strange beasts outside the city were invincible. The exploration teams they sent out from time to time were like the snorts of a terminally ill person trying to prove that he was not dead. They were meaningless except to cause ridicule.
Oh, it's not meaningless. Now the will of mycelium begins to try to analyze superpowers...
The best time for external exploration has long passed. The longer humans drag on with late-stage forces like mycelial life, the more passive they will become.
Lin Qingliu’s plan now is “I want them all”.
For the city, we need to find a way to smoothly transfer power, and then hang up and liquidate the old guys.
As for outside the city, we must find a way to gain further advantage before the Mycelial Will recovers from this failure.
But Lin Qingliu always felt that he seemed to have overlooked something...
The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became. He sighed from the bottom of his heart in his single room:
"How can we build Hope City with these insects?"
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