The spirit looked at him with a sad, respectful look.
Su Mingan saw respect in the eyes of the gods. It was not the gods looking down on humans, but equal respect.
"You can trust many people, so why can't you trust me once? I want to help you and I expressed my affection for you since the first time I met you." said the god.
The god's eyes were extremely sincere, and Su Mingan watched the time getting closer and closer.
By agreeing to become an archangel of the gods, he would be given a full day of free investigation time, and he really needed the time.
"The gods know a lot of things, and we have been led by others, Su Mingan." Changge's voice sounded: "If you are afraid of being controlled by the gods, I, as an independent individual, can help you. I am not controlled."
Su Mingan listened to the ticking of the second hand, which was getting closer and closer to twelve o'clock.
He can't gamble.
He didn't dare to gamble whether the gods were really afraid that he would miss the first tower.
This was a trap within a trap between the two parties. Su Mingan believed that the gods were using the fake Noel to provoke him, but who knew if the gods were deliberately inducing him to think so.
"God. Can you simulate anyone's ending?" Su Mingan said.
"Yes." The spirit nodded.
"What kind of power is this? Can I use it?" Su Mingan said.
"Through constant observation and analysis of billions of possibilities, we can finally come up with the most likely outcome." The spirit said, "If you want to use it, I can give you a brief experience."
The god held Su Mingan's hand.
The pure white light was transmitted to Su Mingan's hands, and his eyes suddenly went blank. Spider-web-like causal lines spread all over his body. He felt like a weaver on the edge of the long river of time, able to pull the silk thread and guide anyone's fate in any direction.
…He can see anyone’s ending, even if it’s just a possibility.
He looked in a random direction and saw a heavy snowfall. He saw a blond boy stumbling in the snow, with red blood flowing continuously. The boy was laughing as he walked, and the blood flowed more and more, and finally, the boy fell in the snow.
Su Mingan then realized what he had seen—it was Noel. Was it Noel's end? Noel died in the snow.
Su Mingan quickly looked in the next direction, trying to see more endings.
He saw the white-haired tramp wandering between the bridge arches in a daze, with no light in his eyes.
He saw Yueyue turn the sword around and point the tip at himself.
He saw Su Luoluo laughing and jumping off a tall building in the heavy rain.
He saw Chao Yan being burned to death by flames on the cross.
He saw Xiao Jingsan covering his chest with blood flowing out of his heart.
He even saw... Su Lin lying in a canoe on the sea, like a broken leaf that could sink at any time, blood constantly flowing from his body and dissipating in the sea water.
He also saw a strange white-haired young man turned into ashes amidst the overlapping illusions.
The second hand on the wall clicked, clicked, and pointed to twelve o'clock. He had a strong premonition -
"I agree." Su Mingan said.
The spirit had always given him a sense of déjà vu. Although he believed that the spirit's actions could never be justified, the two sides were not completely mortal enemies. Otherwise, the spirit would not have been so polite all the time, and he would have just kept him locked up.
The god smiled. This was the first time Su Mingan saw him smile so genuinely.
"Okay. Then you take a rest for a night. I will come to you tomorrow morning to perform the ceremony." The spirit smiled and said, "Do you like me to call you an angel or the Son of God?"
"Call me the Lighthouse Master."
Su Mingan choked the spirit and returned to the room. The spirit made him some black tea and sweet biscuits, and gave him a dream patrol helmet. This made Su Mingan feel a little relieved.
He put on the Dream Patrol helmet.
…
The square was silent.
The people were in a state of shock beyond words. The black-haired young man on the platform was still telling the story of how fifty people passed on the flame, which overwhelmed people's three perspectives.
"...Later, the Holy Alliance accused Ms. Su Lixian of crimes against humanity, not knowing that she was the savior of mankind."
"The government covered up the deeds of the Firebringer. It launched the 'Ark Project' to create a 'castrated special medicine that cannot awaken history' to curb the spread of the Black Mist Disease."
"Ms. Su Lixian and the researchers are heroes, but they are considered criminals. The ideals are overshadowed by the Holy League and those who do nothing."
"at last……"
Shadows tell stories of the past.
Scripps did not stop Ying from speaking because he himself was in deep shock. Most of these things happened decades ago and many officials were unaware of them.
In the world live broadcast, the barrage of comments kept on flashing:
Is this true?
[I was also very confused at the time. Ms. Su Lixian was obviously an outstanding person, how come she suddenly became a target of public criticism?]
[A 19-year-old kid tells a few stories and wants to deny the truth that has already been established? ]
[I heard that his mother never loved him since he was a child, and maybe even abused him. How kind can a child born out of domestic violence be?]
[Can those who want to be slaves just die? Are you still speaking for the Holy Alliance at this time? I believe in the First Dream Patrol. ]
[Society has been stable for so long, and everyone is living well. Why did he suddenly come out to spread alarmist rhetoric? What is his intention? Isn't he just trying to stir up conflicts among humanity?]
[His intention is to save humanity!!!]
…
Ying smiled slightly.
He finished the rest of the story, and judging by people's expressions, many believed it.
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