The shrimp was dead, gray and with its eyes rolled back.
Noel looked at it, but felt that he was not seeing a shrimp but a city.
The debt collectors blocked the door of the old lady's house, clapping the gongs in their hands to the ground. A yellow-haired young man pointed at the old lady's nose and threatened:
"It's only right to pay back your debts! Aren't we in trouble? Our old mother is still gasping for breath in bed. Without money, how can we buy the Black Mist Disease Retardant?"
"The lives of the poor are the least valuable, do you understand? The lives of the poor are the least valuable! All the money went to the group of people who made the black fog disease delaying agent, and we don't have a penny! It's okay for normal times, but once you get a serious disease, it's impossible to live!"
The old lady lowered her head, silver hair fluttering on her ears covered with red spots. She stammered and kept repeating:
"I'm going to buy some shrimps. I'm going to buy some shrimps... My son loves to eat this..."
Behind her, the TV on the old sewing machine was broadcasting live from around the world.
"——First Dream Patrol Family, we are already making every effort to advance the research on a specific medicine for the Black Fog Disease. I believe that we will be able to obtain satisfactory results in the near future." On the TV screen, a middle-aged man with slicked-back hair and wearing silver-rimmed glasses smiled appropriately, and his words were flawless.
"——Hmm? Then why did I hear that someone in your group deliberately delayed the research of special medicines?" Under the spotlight, the black-haired young man pursued relentlessly. Facing all the obscure gazes, his eyes were sharp and his back was straight, like a long lamp standing in the shadows.
“——Haha, don’t take rumors seriously. You can’t be blinded by people with ulterior motives.” Another lady wearing an exquisite bow tie laughed.
"——Then how about I take out the list of congressmen and correspondence that delayed the Ark Project so that you can open your eyes?" Ying also smiled.
He stood on the high platform, with a heavy light on his shoulders. The people below the stage had stiff expressions, but still kept their awkward smiles. Shocked, confused, and suspicious eyes were cast from all directions, and the barrage of comments was like a heavy snow, squeezing and blurring.
——Turning over the table at the beginning.
People thought the meet-and-greet was just a formality, but the opening of the First Dream Patrol was a big surprise.
At the moment when he overturned the table with his words, people still maintained expressions of excitement and admiration. These emotions solidified on their faces, and with the rising panic, they mixed together like splashed paint, colorful and like a clown's funny mask, so rich that it was amazing.
If you open the Internet at this time, you can see tens of millions of posts and comments popping up, occupying the entire network.
——Dream Cruise host North: How dare he?
——Kiwi TV: How dare he?
- Evelyn, a 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 he is declaring war on?
——Xiao Lanping from Peking University: The identity of a qualified person is sensitive. Even if he is the first dream patrol, even if he is well-known, is he safe? Those big shots who are facing a disaster will not care about the progress of the first dream patrol.
——Gu Wu Lv Chengzhu: We should protect him so that he can tell the conspiracy of the Ark Project.
People's sights were like lights, long needles, and sharp swords, surrounding the figure of the young man. Languages and characters from various countries flashed and converged in the river of the Internet, mixed with various emojis and emoticons, without exception, telling their own opinions and shocks.
At this moment, the old lady suddenly hugged the TV, her thin face pressed against the screen, and she murmured through her dry lips: "I'm relying on you, the most powerful young man, I'm relying on you... Let my son come back, let this disease be cured, please, please... You are more than ten years younger than my son, I'm so sorry, I can only rely on you..."
Noel looked at the TV screen. The old TV occasionally flashed black and white screen.
He placed his hand on his chest and could clearly hear his own heartbeat.
"Boom, boom, boom."
The human pattern has long been solidified, the fifty-eight political systems are in full swing, the coalition government and the military are like an iron chain. Television stations and major newspapers rely on their breath and remain silent under the iceberg.
At this time, who dares to stand up and speak out a voice that differs from theirs?
No one dares.
Only the First Dream Patrol could do that. He was a new dark horse, a being that suddenly appeared in this world, and he was the only one who was not controlled by anyone and had no involvement.
Disease can be cured.
But human hearts are difficult.
"Hurry! Steal things!" The debt collectors didn't care about the live broadcast on TV. They broke down the door and tried to steal the valuables from the old lady's house.
At this time, Noel took action, he pulled the old lady's sleeve and blocked her behind him, like grabbing a wisp of wind that was about to dissipate. On one side of the wind was a frivolous and worthless life, and on the other side of the wind was an incurable human heart.
The heavy rain outside the screen window poured in endlessly, splashing on his blond hair.
When Nuoer was chasing people away, his throat tightened slightly. He couldn't help but wonder, was this Su Ming'an's original intention? Was it the plot that made Su Ming'an choose to go with the flow, or did he take the initiative to choose a more direct solution?
The puppet thread pulled the tiny raindrops, which fell to the ground inch by inch.
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