Chapter 278 Five Floating 115 Beautiful

Hongjing Detention Center.

In the Huipupu interrogation room, the female anchor of Yongchuan Satellite TV's program of reciting the open letter came to an end.

The water in front of Lin Chen filled a glass again.

"Your government is more 'brave' than I imagined," she said with almost admiration. "I just can't tell who is a sociopath."

"Of course it's still you." Lin Chen could only say helplessly in a tone that didn't dare to fight with you.

"Next, what are you going to do?" Shen Lian asked curiously, and then smiled: "You are here, and you don't want to leave, which means that you have been prepared from the beginning?"

Lin Chen held the water cup, noncommittal.

"Wow, I guess, you are so hypocritical, is the next move to play sacrificialism?"

This is probably the most relaxed and exciting moment for this woman since Lin Chen and Shen Lian met again. When a woman is excited, her words become a lot easier, "I have an idea, do you want to hear it?"

"Please say."

"You are like this, taking into account factors such as economic population and other factors, choose the most convenient one to sacrifice and control in nearly 20 cities in the three provinces, manipulate the account to pretend that the local residents are willing to sacrifice, and induce everyone to vote for their poorest and most backward. As soon as the results came out, wow, human beings voluntarily sacrificed their spirits to defeat the sinister sociopaths and successfully broke the deadlock. Maybe they can write a brilliant report after the incident. It’s so beautiful, what do you think?”

Shen Lian asked him that.

Lin Chen held the water glass, looked at the lady in front of him who was rarely showing her teeth and claws, and said four words: "This is not beautiful."

he replied.

...

Not pretty.

It means that such means are not beautiful, such things are not beautiful, and such human nature is also not beautiful.

Lin Chen is an idealist, and this is a fact that Xing Conglian has clearly understood for a long time.

Therefore, Xing Conglian felt that he was being ridiculed badly when he heard the solution he had proposed from the mouth of the strategy expert.

He was speechless for a moment.

"Will this plan be considered as a compromise by the government to the anti-social elements?"

"I think it's feasible, you can turn him into an army."

"But when the vote is over, sociopaths won't jump over the wall?"

"If you destroy the rules of the game you set yourself, he will only become a laughing stock." The strategist said coldly, "I'm 70% sure."

The rest of the small glass room began to seriously discuss the plan.

Xing Cong understands the feasibility of the plan better than anyone else. Of course, only the great voluntary sacrifice can fight against selfishness and human nature.

Even if a batch of accounts is manipulated by Dynasty, they don't have to consider the possibility of leakage.

But Xing Conglian thought, this is really not beautiful.

He looked at the people in the glass room, and also looked at the people outside the glass room who seemed to perceive something and cast clear eyes at him. He felt as if he was back when he was the youngest, when he had never seen so much darkness. And bloody killing, bloody persistence, and full of trust in this world.

Trust, it's very important.

Xing Conglian finally made up his mind.

He raised his left hand, which was not high. Looking at everyone, he also solemnly said four words: "I disagree."

All the heated discussions in the glass room fell silent.

But probably, except for Minister Shen and a certain young man fiddling with a computer, the rest of the people could not fully understand the irresistibility of determination contained in this phrase.

Shen Heming fell silent.

But since the young man standing in front of the glass raised his hand, he must stop and listen carefully to the other party's words.

So he also raised his hand and said to the others in the glass room, "All go out, Xing Conglian stays."

...

National Yongchuan Television.

Rising ratings metrics and slamming doors go hand in hand.

Deputy Director Zhao Ren was standing in the general monitoring room outside the No. 1 studio.

In front of the main console, dozens of TVs were playing various programs, and the dense sound of electric current made people's brains hurt.

Zhaoren picked up the walkie-talkie on the table and shouted inside: "Tell the security guard not to knock JB blindly, I haven't been kidnapped!"

His irritable voice reached every staff member's ears through the headset.

Soon, Zhaoren heard one after another complaining from the earphones.

"Boss, are you menopausal?"

"I'm going to be deaf if it's a little louder."

Zhao Ren tried his best to respond to these offenders. He looked down at Yongchuan Satellite TV, which was broadcasting weather news, and then looked up at the clock at the top of the main console.

There were only five minutes left until the appointed time, but his mobile phone remained silent.

To add fuel to the fire, his assistant came over with the urgently produced video file and asked anxiously, "Everything that Consultant Lin asked for has been made, but the news hasn't been given yet, we really follow the original plan. Are you planning to come?"

"Otherwise?" Zhaoren said angrily.

"Although the satellite live broadcast vehicles and seats in Minjiang are all set up, if they don't work, let them withdraw?"

"Fuck off!" Zhaoren scolded.

His stubborn assistant refused to leave: "Boss, didn't Consultant Lin say that if they fail to convince their superiors, we can't make our own decisions. This is really a matter of great responsibility!"

Zhao Ren raised his eyebrows and said coldly, "Responsibility? I like to shoulder it the most."

...

People retreat quickly.

There were also some doubts during the period, but both his and Xing Conglian's faces made people dare not speak.

The glass door closed again, Shen Heming looked at Xing Conglian and asked, "Conglian, what's the matter, are you still standing and talking to my old man?"

Xing Conglian didn't sit down for the first time, he felt in his pocket at will, took out a box of squashed cigarettes, then walked to him and sat down, handing out the cigarettes.

Shen Heming didn't care about the whole row of "wooden stakes" standing outside the glass room.

Then Xing Conglian began to speak in a low voice, speaking quickly and in a well-organized manner, and Shen Heming kept listening silently.

After 15 seconds, Xing Conglian stopped narrating.

15 seconds is really short.

However, during this period of time, Shen Heming felt the ups and downs of life for the first time.

At first, he felt that Lin Chen's plan was really neat, avoiding traps and minimizing losses, so he should agree without hesitation.

Then, he felt terrified. At his age, there were very few moments when he was instantly overwhelmed by the feeling of pondering and terrifying.

He then continued to speculate on the possible results, and then realized the reason for his panic. He found that neither the child who just engaged in the strategy nor him fundamentally lacked the deepest sense of trust in people.

This is the biggest difference between them and Lin Chen.

Shen Heming took a deep breath, and in the end there was an inexplicable shock.

He didn't know why this shock came, but he hoped that Lin Chen was right.

After Shen Heming exhaled the smoke ring, Xing Conglian looked at him with burning eyes, as if looking forward to his answer.

"Isn't that the cigarette?"

He squeezed the cigarette butt and turned the cigarette around slowly, it was empty, just a very white and normal cigarette.

Xing Conglian was stunned, as if he didn't expect that he wouldn't lift any pot, so he said angrily, "That's very expensive."

The young man has moss green eyes, deep and quiet, this is how Shen Heming felt when he saw him for the first time.

At that time, Xing Conglian was still very young, and of course he is not too old now.

He made a request for assistance to the international organization represented by Xing Conglian for the evacuation of overseas Chinese, and the other party easily completed the liaison work that required countless manpower and material resources to complete.

He boarded the return ferry, and in front of him was the devastated territory of another country, and behind him were his fellow countrymen who were cuddling on the ferry.

Twenty-year-old Xing Conglian stood on the shore and waved at him.

He still can't forget the scene at that time.

In the blue sea and blue sky, the handsome mixed-race youth stood in the wind. Although his body was stained and his face was tired, his green eyes were deep and quiet, like mountains and seas.

He was thinking then that although humans are always fighting each other, there is still goodwill between them.

Maliciousness is real, and kindness is real.

When he recalled that, Xing Conglian interrupted him: "What do you think?"

He said: "Logically, I should trust your judgment. After all, you have a lot of experience in dealing with difficult problems. But your plan seems to be less sacrificed, but in reality, a little carelessness will lead to death. I can ask, why would you agree?"

"I agree with you for the same reasons." Xing Conglian said simply.

Shen Heming sneered: "Really?"

Xing Conglian seemed to be looking for words, he thought for a while, but still said: "According to Lin Chen's words, his plan has less losses, and it is easier for a superior like you to accept it."

"Why do I feel uncomfortable listening to what you said?" Shen Heming asked rhetorically.

"You feel uncomfortable because you disapprove of the word 'superior' in your bones. It often means a lot of ruthlessness and trade-offs, and it means deception and the use of state coercion to maintain social stability. In short, it is not a very good word." Xing Zilian paused, "This sentence was also said by Lin Chen."

"What else did Lin Chen say?" Shen Heming asked angrily.

"He said, if you're uncomfortable hearing the word 'superior', it means that deep down you don't agree with another solution. You're an idealist at heart, and you have this huge trust and kindness in the world, because trust, So you dare to give it a shot. Of course I don't quite agree with what he thinks of you, but whatever he says is right with me."

Shen Heming frowned: "He does speak better than you."

Xing Conglian nodded earnestly: "He also asked me to tell you, you don't have to doubt that the sociopath will not agree with his plan, because he knows him better than you. The one who wants is neither killing nor blood. , all he wants is to open up the ugly side of everyone's heart and expose people to despair of human nature, then a game that is more just and better able to achieve his goals will definitely be accepted."

Shen Heming fell into deep thought, what Lin Chen said was actually enough but not enough to convince him.

He turned his head and saw the dynasty who was ready and was standing outside with his notebook in his hands. He saw the excited, earnest, worried, or determined faces beside the young man. He suddenly realized that he really I want to find something on top of "benefit" and "benefit".

Thinking of this, Shen Heming finally asked Xing Conglian: "You have finished speaking, what else can I say?"

Xing Conglian stared at him, smiled slowly, and said firmly: "You can say, just do it."