Chapter 114 The Crown of Thorns (3)

Good guy, Jiang Jianming didn't dare to let the old teacher go on talking nonsense any more, so he hurriedly stuffed him a cup of new coffee and sent him away.

He pondered for a while by himself, took out the small notebook and pen he had taken with him from his chest pocket, and habitually began to write, draw, and sort out scattered information.

The things that are known now are as follows: First of all, the Great Emperor Kaios and His Royal Highness Lean took the initiative to go to the Crystal Nest to die.

Secondly, neither the Great Emperor nor the Younger Highness did not explain the reasons to the public. His Majesty the Emperor and the leader, plus perhaps Old Marshal Chen, they should have known the reason, but they also chose to hide it.

From this, two inferences can be drawn: First, the secret hidden in the crystal nest is likely to be a truth that will cause turmoil in the hearts of the people, and it may be directly related to the safety of the empire and even human beings. The "too early exposure to something is bad" corresponds to it.

Second, either the time is not ripe, or they still have a choice. In short, Yin Beidou's policy can still be swayed, and His Majesty the emperor can still pull the leader to eat melon seeds every day, which shows that things have not yet reached the level of burning eyebrows.

Jiang Jianming tapped the corner of the table silently.

In any case, he is going to settle the crystal nest. So now what he most hopes to prove is the importance of the expedition to the crystal nest, in order to convince the military, not to turn Yin Beidou's strategy into contraction, it is best to continue to send expedition fleets.

The wind chimes rang again, and the guests in the cafe came and went. Jiang Jianming came back to his senses, it was already late, and the window did not know when the setting sun reflected the red clouds.

He knew that he was "recovering from a serious illness" and that His Royal Highness the Prince would be anxious after walking outside for a long time. He quickly cleaned up, and sent Diana a message with his wrist phone, asking her to help pay attention to the sacred battle—

Especially during the fourth and fifth sacred battles, were there any special changes in crystal particles or alien creatures?

When it was over, Jiang Jianming walked out of the cafe.

On the street with gray and white floor tiles, there are not many pedestrians, and occasionally an aircraft gallops overhead.

As he walked, he took out the mask from his pocket, ready to hang it back in the White Jade Palace.

Suddenly, a figure flashed in front of him. A young woman in a plaid skirt trotted a few steps diagonally behind and called out, "Wait, please take a step."

Jiang Jianming turned his head sideways: "You are..."

"Your Excellency Jiang! You are Colonel Jiang Jianming, right?"

The young woman's eyes were wide open, her simple ponytail was a little messy, and she was also black at the moment.

She hurriedly said: "I, I am a member of the Amorphous Race Protection Association and a reporter, that, my name is Yang Xiaozhen..."

Jiang Jianming immediately remembered that he had seen this girl on TV last time. She was active and bright in the interview, which was very different from her current appearance.

He glanced at the two men holding a miniature camera not far away with equally tense expressions, and vaguely realized something, "Sorry, I don't have time right now..."

"Your Excellency Jiang!!" Yang Xiaozhen interrupted him hastily, with a look of panic on the girl's face, "I, we have heard some... rumors. Could you give us a little time..."

Jiang Jianming raised his legs and wanted to leave, but when he heard this, he sighed inwardly and stopped.

He looked at a remote street corner: "Is it okay to go over there?"

Several people went to nowhere. Just standing still, Yang Xiaozhen asked timidly:

"Are you really a chronic crystal disorder patient?"

A gust of cold wind blew between the two of them, and the dead leaves rolled up on the road were rustled away.

The color of Jiang Jianming's eyes was condensed like iron.

He suffers from chronic crystal disorder and has never made any public statements about it. Even close friends like Tang Zhen, Beiman'er, Diana, and reliable deputy like Zheng Yue don't know that Yang Xiaozhen is just an ordinary citizen of the empire, what's the matter?

Looking at her panicked reaction, she probably didn't know it when she was interviewed a few days ago, but she only learned about it recently.

It is impossible for the General Hospital of the Military Department to leak the patient's information, that is, when he was taken out by His Highness, 80% of the time it was a general or entourage who was at the military headquarters at that time. who spread...

... No, Jiang Jianming pursed his lips and thought to himself, who is not important anymore. This is the fact that there are no impervious walls in the world.

"Please answer me!!" Yang Xiaozhen raised her voice, but was trembling.

Even though he deliberately went around the corner, it was of no use. With such a loud shout, someone soon noticed this.

People poked their heads to look inside, pointing with different expressions.

"It's Colonel Jiang."

"It's Your Excellency the Inspector."

After a few seconds of silence, I don't know who said something: "That's Miss Yang from the Wujing Association, she...she must be asking...that thing."

Obviously, more than one person knows about the chronic crystal disorder.

"..."

Jiang Jianming looked back at Yang Xiaozhen. This girl is beautiful, she should be about the same age as him, in her early twenties, and she is in a good youth when any kind of passion is allowed.

The two men behind her, who were only in their twenties and thirties, were looking in their direction with an indescribably complex gaze.

"Yes." Jiang Jianming nodded calmly and admitted.

"I do get sick."

In the twilight, the wind picked up again. Yang Xiaozhen seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer on the head, and she showed a hollow expression.

After two or three seconds, the woman said bitterly: "So, you were able to join the army because of chronic crystal disorder, right? It's not the power of the crystalless race itself?"

Jiang Jianming's brows twitched, and the corners of his lips inadvertently revealed a wry smile.

He actually guessed that the girl would react like this, but... this person is real, can't he just pretend and care for the terminally ill patient?

Don't the young people today know what a tragic disease chronic crystal disorder is?

Jiang Jianming was not polite to her, and said in a flat tone: "You should also know that the crystalless race does have a natural disadvantage in terms of being interfered by crystal particles."

Yang Xiaozhen opened her eyes again, unable to believe that four words were written in her pupils.

The two men in the back looked at each other, and then saw Jiang Jianming... As if this person said this sentence, it was like a red rain in the sky.

Jiang Jianming took a deep look at the camera, and then looked away recklessly.

"You might expect me to say something inspiring," he said slowly, "but you are wrong, I do not recommend Amorphs to join the army in the distant stars... Let Amorphs go to the battlefield, whether it is right or wrong. He himself is still very unfriendly to his comrades."

A stone stirred up a thousand waves. Countless low and broken voices, which were indistinguishable from what they were saying, poured heavily from the crowd not far away.

"You..." Yang Xiaozhen's fingers were trembling, "How can you... say such..."

"However," Jiang Jianming continued, his calm tone did not change at all, "Humans are creatures with free will, if an crystalless human is really eager to go to the battlefield, he will naturally find a way to overcome his own disadvantage. ,Until then……"

Yang Xiaozhen's eyes reddened and she said loudly, "Is the solution you said is crystal chaos!? Do we have to sacrifice our lives to fill this natural gully?"

Jiang Jianming didn't speak. He pulled up the collar of his coat in the cold wind and set his eyes on somewhere in the void.

For a time, he remembered the tactical training room of the military academy in his youth, and the red crosses on the model symbolizing "failure".

How much does it take to cross this bright red gap. How deep is it? Does it go deeper and deeper?

But as long as he can go, he thought.

Just go on...

Yang Xiaozhen suddenly raised her face, she was panting, the expression on her face was like anger, pain, and deep sadness.

"Why hide the condition." She used an almost accusatory tone. "Why not let the public know! We always thought..."

...but no one has come to ask me. If you ask, I will say it? Jiang Jianming retracted his gaze and thought helplessly.

The man behind persuaded her: "A Yang, forget it."

Yang Xiaozhen's emotions were out of control, she stopped in front of Jiang Jianming reluctantly: "How did you get sick!? Crystal disorder is contagious, and it is illegal to hold real crystal mines privately—"

Jiang Jianming: "Sorry, someone at home is waiting, I should go."

"So," Yang Xiaozhen's eyes were red, she glared at Jiang Jianming and roared, "You were promoted so quickly because of the power of the nobles. This rumor is also true, isn't it!?"

Jiang Jianming thought about it and thought it was true.

He nodded. "I think so."

There were some more voices in the crowd, as if a young man scolded a swear word. Tears slid down Yang Xiaozhen's cheeks at this moment.

She looked at Jiang Jianming with trembling shoulders, and choked: "We used to regard you as a belief, as a light of hope for the crystalless race-but now, now..."

The girl wiped her face and sniffed: "Don't you want to say something? To everyone?"

Jiang Jianming: "I don't understand."

"Don't pretend to be confused!" Yang Xiaozhen cried with tears in her eyes, "Since these days, all the Amorphous races have regarded you as a hero, they worship you, admire you and even believe in you!!"

"You enjoy these auras without a word, and take advantage of our expectations to become a little lord who is praised by everyone!! But these are all fake, you are simply selfish—"

"A Yang!" The man who had just spoken out to dissuade reprimanded, "Don't talk too much... A Yang!"

He hurriedly gave Jiang Jianming an apologetic look, "Colonel Jiang, I'm sorry, our girl...you, go away, there may be troubles if there are too many people..."

Jiang Jianming was silent, and he looked at Yang Xiaozhen with resentment and tears.

Of course he knew what the girl was expecting from him.

Some words of encouragement, words that acknowledge the possibility of the amorphous race; and add your hard work and perseverance along the way to express how much you care about the issue of racial equality.

He knew how to say those words, and it was not that he could prove his merits.

As long as he said it well, he is still the hero in the eyes of everyone. And when this little girl calms down and thinks about it, and realizes the hardships of the chronic crystal disorder patient joining the army, she will definitely feel sorry for him in turn, and then deify him even more.

Jiang Jianming thought for a while, then he walked to another man with a camera, and noticed that the other man had a recording microphone in his hand.

It's very small, and it looks like a cufflink, which is actually more like a bug. He pointed to the cufflink, and gestured for the man to take it down and give it to him with his eyes: "Then let me say a few words."

The man was temporarily deterred by the officer's bearing, and hurriedly picked it up to him.

Jiang Jianming tapped and tried the sound. Then he looked up and looked at the backlit street corner at dusk. There were people standing there, and many people were looking at him.

"you."

He lowered his eyes and said slowly, "Did you give me money?"

"..."

Echoes reverberated on street corners.

"...?"

Yang Xiaozhen paused for two seconds before raising her head in amazement.

"what?"

For a moment she thought her ears were broken, or her brain was broken, or she was daydreaming.

Maybe all the pain and confusion in the past two days was a nightmare, and when she woke up, she was still the Yang Xiaozhen who could fight for her dream. That would be great, but someone would not let her go.

Jiang Jianming: "Do you know how much I spent and how much I owe my friends in order to go to the stars?"

Jiang Jianming: "Do you know how much for a sedative injection, how much for a military treatment cabin, and how much for a box of new crystal bullets?"

Jiang Jianming: "You didn't even donate a single coin to me, so what use is your worship, admiration and belief to me?"

"People from the ancient Blue Star Era believe in gods and Buddhas and know how to donate some incense money. Today's Jingli believers will also raise money to repair churches and build statues. Without my permission, you take me as a belief—"

The young officer raised his eyebrows coldly and said every word: "Give, me, money, is it?"

"Give, me, money, is it?"

In the picture, on the street corner in the twilight, the black-haired and pale young man has cold eyebrows, and uses an extremely serious tone and pressing aura, speaking indifferent words.

The chandelier of the White Emerald Palace shines light on the corners of the wrist phone and the big bed in the bedroom.

Jiang Jianming just came out of the shower, with half-wet water vapor around him, laughing so hard that he was shaking under the quilt, playing with his wrist phone repeatedly.

"I didn't join the army to improve the rights and interests of the Amorphous Race, nor did I join the army to prove how heroic the Amorphous Race is."

The young man in the picture remained motionless, "Everything I do stems from my selfish desires."

"As for the rights and interests of other amorphous races, I don't have the energy to care, it's up to everyone."

"I'm not the savior you expect. To this, I feel..."

A normal person would say "I'm sorry" here.

But what the officer said calmly was: "It's a pity."

After that, the officer returned the mic to the stunned man, turned and left here.

The screen freezes and the video ends. The number of comments below is still growing rapidly.

Jiang Jianming didn't swipe down the comment area. He was happy for a long time and looked up to the side: "...Your Highness, please don't put on that fierce face, don't you think it's funny?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a harsh "click".

His Highness the Crown Prince had his back turned to him, leaning against the window to blow the cold wind, his hands gripping the edge of the window like a vent, his blue veins bursting out.

But as soon as Jiang Jianming spoke, the red gold crystal bone exploded from his wrist uncontrollably, smashing the alloy glass window of the palace.

"……why."

Garcia turned around panting, eyes sullen, and said hoarsely, "You don't care so much about yourself."

The author has something to say: what is cognitive difference...

Jiang: I bullied people again, happy.

Lai: He was bullied again and became furious.