There was no returning to seats, no auspicious words, and no birthday greetings. None of the hundreds of people present had expected such a bizarre development.
Over the past decade, the impression Wencheng left on people most was his calmness and a pair of eyes that were always deep no matter what happened.
He never shouted and seldom spoke, but every word he said could determine the life or death of countless people or monsters.
He seldom smiles and his facial expression almost always remains the same, but when he handles matters, his severity always brings a hint of humanity.
And it was such a respected senior executive who made such a request at such a time and in such an occasion.
Some people who were closer had noticed that although Wencheng was wearing a military uniform today, he was not wearing epaulettes or anything else to prove his identity.
He just stood there below the Speaker and the members of the House, more like a civilian with a grievance but nowhere to seek redress than a soldier.
Sitting in the middle of the eleven people was of course the blond Arthur. His convincing looks and calm style made Sharma, who was also blond and sitting not far away, look like he was in the late stage of albinism.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the supreme speaker cast his gaze towards Wen Cheng below, as if a god was looking down at an ant:
"I heard it, and I'll say it here."
Without interrupting the live broadcast, under the gaze of millions of people, Arthur signaled Wen Cheng to make his report public.
The congressmen were either confused or thought there must be something strange about this matter. Some even thought that the live broadcast signal should be cut off first when encountering such an embarrassing emergency.
But they didn’t have the permission to cut off live streaming last time, and they won’t have it this time either.
Wen Cheng received a positive answer, so he took a deep breath and continued to shout in a voice that everyone could hear:
"I, the city resident Wencheng, hereby report that ten people, including members of the parliament, Matthew, Yang Suyan, Hines, etc., maliciously created an alien biological leakage accident 52 years ago, which caused a total of 19 people to be infected, 25 people to die, and a large amount of old era data to be lost, which indirectly caused the interruption of civilization inheritance."
He remembered!
Although the expressions of the congressmen sitting in the high-backed chairs hardly changed, they were all shocked by this fact.
Because of a backdoor left behind by a long-dead researcher, all of their memories were a blur for a short period of time.
Even after so many years, they can only vaguely remember what they did, but they can't remember the specific operations, the number of deaths, etc.
But how could Wen Cheng, who was conspired by them and had his memory erased once, know something so clearly that even they could not remember?
Could it be that he just remembered it, so he got so excited that he took this rare opportunity to self-destruct?
But didn't he remember that the person who executed those infected people was actually Wen Cheng himself!
How could he bring himself along with him? !
The congressmen tried their best to remain calm, while the auditorium below fell into complete silence.
It was a silence so shocking that even breathing disappeared. As people listened to Wencheng's fantastic stories, they couldn't help but wonder when did this general become a madman?
An obvious fact is that Wencheng is not even 52 years old this year. How could he report a murder case that happened 52 years ago? Did he see it with his own eyes?
Just as everyone was busy digesting this heavy news that only comes once in a hundred years, no, fifty years, Wen Cheng spoke again:
"I report that in the 31st year of the New Era, ten people including Hope Council members Matthew, Yang Suyan, etc. maliciously cut off wartime communications, causing the southern outer city wall to be lost for six hours, directly resulting in the deaths of 1,800 soldiers, the complete destruction of three blocks, and nearly 10,000 civilian casualties."
Having said this, he still felt it was not enough and continued:
"I report that in the 31st year of the New Era, the members of the Parliament of Hope ... murdered former member Vladimir and carried out a purge in the army, which resulted in ..."
The information one after another almost made the people present have their brains explode, and millions of Hope City residents were also caught in a brainstorm.
Thanks to the publicity that started a week ago, more people are watching and listening to this speech than the last awarding ceremony, and... the gossip this time is also incomparable to the last time.
To put it bluntly, the last time the Speaker just returned from outside the city, and people had a series of misunderstandings because they had never seen him before. In the final analysis, it was just an old-fashioned show of pretense.
But now, no one can refuse to watch a fight, especially one involving high-level officials!
The usually bored civilians seemed to be given a shot of chicken blood, and gathered around the nearest radio station or public projection, pricked up their ears and widened their eyes waiting for the next big news.
In the auditorium, Wencheng's eyes were bloodshot, and it was unclear whether it was because of the hoarse roar or the excitement of knowing that everything was finally over.
But he wasn't done yet.
Facing Arthur's gaze, and the murderous looks of those congressmen, he shouted out his last words:
"I report! All members of the Hope Council have tampered with and erased the memories of Hope City residents, concealed the truth about the Old Era, silenced relevant insiders, and occupied the Old Era heritage for their own use in the past 52 years—"
Finally, he took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and spoke word by word:
"Betraying humanity!"
The whole audience was in an uproar, and the entire Hope City was boiling at this moment——
I have no right to interfere in the grudges between you and the congressman, but why are you now the one being burned?
Wencheng spoke the common language of mankind, so of course everyone could understand what he meant.
The moment the words fell, hundreds of thousands or even millions of people began to fall into instinctive panic.
Memory is one of the bases of a person's existence. If even memory is false, then what else is real?
They wanted to scream, to roar, to rush into the inner city and confront the lawmakers to demand an explanation.
But they could not refuse the truth that was within their reach. It seemed that as long as they continued to listen to Wencheng's shouting, the mystery that had been bothering them would be solved.
Wen Cheng's body seemed to be weakened as all the anger that had been pent up for decades burst out.
But he still maintained his previous posture, glaring at all the congressmen.
In this tense atmosphere, Congressman Kant suddenly stood up from his high-back chair. This congressman, who had been sitting on the chair for who knows how many years, stood up tremblingly.
He stretched out his old hand and pointed at Wencheng, not caring at all that the IV tube buried in his wrist had been pulled out.
With his cloudy eyes he looked down at the eyes that were almost shedding tears of blood, and he asked sternly:
"What evidence do you have?"
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