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Chapter 89 The New God and the Old God (2)
After leaving the questioning meeting, the first thing Yakovsky did was to strip off his formal suit, as if there was something dirty on it.
He feels like vomiting, but can't.
He flipped over to a wine bottle in the corner at the fastest speed, unscrewed the lid, took two sips, thinking that the child looked a little familiar...He froze there and suddenly realized who it was.
That is the son of the old Minkov.
His head was blank for a few seconds, then he rushed to the bathroom and threw up severely.
He knew that what he experienced there was just a brain reaction, he didn't ingest anything, but at this moment he almost vomited out his stomach.
He retched for a long time, then left the bathroom and went to get the half-bottle of wine that could not be named on the cabinet, but his hands were shaking so badly that he didn't deliver it to his mouth for a long time.
He remembered the first time he saw little Minkov. At that time, he thought, this kid is crazy, and I hope I don't live until he is in power.
When he saw him just now, he wondered if he was a plaything of the powerful.
But he is not, he is a disaster.
There was information coming in from the headset, saying that the summer treatment would end within an hour. When he was asked to look at the media briefing, Yakovsky’s mind was still unable to come out of this matter.
He has never felt that Yingkong Lake's affairs will be too difficult to investigate. Shen Yihu is not a trivial matter. It requires the most advanced technology and core code. There are not many people who can do such things.
The police have found no results so far, so he has always felt that it was a powerful person-even if that kind of person caused trouble, his group would not be released to the outside world.
They...he felt nauseous again, so he drank two sips of wine to suppress it. He had just vomited, and the strong alcohol came into his stomach like a knife, making him feel better.
He transferred the picture to the main screen.
Summer Flames—now renamed the Resistance Army’s official website, so damn right—all talking about the third game. The website says that since An Xiaoyin's accident, the summer has dragged the entire event into chaos. They didn't understand, Yakovsky thought, that the planned arsenal of forces, Avengers, and airships... are not useless.
Summer stepped on all plans. This is the purpose of the plan.
He stared at the video of summer coronation, as if addicted.
In the playback time after time, he noticed Bai Jingan in the darkness beside him.
The man's eyes swept across the corpse, his gray pupils were not bottomed, he was thinking and observing, and there was a bitter night that he couldn't see through. When the bodyguard tried to raise the gun before, this person did not move, as if he knew what would happen, just watched it happen like this.
The light of summer's crown was reflected in his eyes, like the deadly reflection of gunfire. He was pretty sure that this person was bloodier and more angry than all his fans thought. More sad.
If he still doesn't understand, then, when he wakes up from the medical cabin, he will soon know what kind of bloody storm they set off and what position they are standing in.
Then make a judgment.
Bai Jingan is watching the news.
Fans from Uptown gather on pilgrimage to the sinking area of Yingkong Lake, and several stations are broadcasting special programs.
According to the news, the sunshine of the upper city and the lower city became one piece. Yingkong Lake is no longer exclusive to the powerful, it belongs to all believers, and everyone should worship here. It's just that sunlight and miracles are only available in limited quantities, so it will cost money.
On the floating city, the enthusiasm was aroused by this grand coronation and fall—they felt that they had found their faith—people who took various means of transportation to make pilgrimage to the "Temple Sea".
So now the hotels in the main city are full, and there are traffic jams every day. The TV station also promoted traffic jams as a grand event, and the city advertisements were almost all covered by fans, creating an atmosphere at the peak of carnival.
Many people in the lower city rushed to this place, rowing boats—mostly rafts made of door panels and debris—to watch the sun, but the upper city people could not use it.
It's just that their expressions also seem to come from this, they are so confused by what they are, they are completely unable to think.
In the fourth round, the planning team did that kind of disgusting thing for ratings, and they couldn't help resisting, but what the "God of Destiny" wanted was to follow their resistance and make more money.
In this place, all your anger, pain, and death will only turn into money in the sky.
Bai Jingan looked under the "sky", where the sun was shining on the surface of the water, bright and wide open and endless.
It is said that many people in Xiacheng decided to settle here-the water will always recede-Bai Lin's hometown is now, once again become full of people and lively.
In the lens, the dark and tragic world that he could never remember anymore turned into a sunny sea. As if no disaster had happened, water and sunlight covered the wound, like a miracle.
This city in the sky keeps talking about "the only light in the dark", "the salvation that I have been waiting for my whole life", and that Yingkong Lake remains an "eternal place", but this is no different from previous fan activities—— It was just scattered in the past, but concentrated this time.
Less than a year after the summer came to the city, they already knew all the "sins he had suffered", the people he couldn't save in his life, his decisions, every second of his suffering... They were used to fast forward and fast. Out, add ingredients to the wine, announce that everything is different and unique, how can you know what is eternal.
Uptown will eventually seal it up one day, he thought to himself, wait for them to be fresh. Or the summer is dead.
He watched silently. In the holographic image, the splendor of the water surface did not reflect in his eyes at all, but the dark and bloody lower city was still reflected in his eyes. There was so much blood, and no amount of water could wash it clean.
Bai Jingan looked at this for a while, getting upset, turned his head to look at Xia Xia.
Xia Xia was sitting cross-legged on the hospital bed, accessing the virtual screen, and Bai Jingan cut directly into his terminal.
Both of them had just got out of the treatment cabin-Eric and Wei Xi hadn't finished their treatment yet-if it was the last round, they would immediately go out for an interview. But now the people around are respectful. When Bai Jingan came out, he just asked to look for summer, and the doctor in charge came to him and told him that the summer treatment was over in one hour. If he wanted to, he would arrange them in the same ward.
At this moment, they were huddled in the room and swiping their mobile phones, and no one came to urge them, as if they had really turned the room into a private place with a word.
——Of course, this has a lot to do with Huitian's car being stuck on the road.
Summer is in the Temple of War.
The super-large sacrifice of Yingkong Lake has changed the pattern of the temple. The desert scenery here has now become an endless water. However, it is still empty and desolate, as if from the depths of time, transcending fashion and hustle and bustle, and always located here.
Now, the setting sun was sinking, reflected on the water, shattered gold shone, and the water was full of bones.
Xia Xia was looking down at the body.
The seven people in the honey sugar pavilion lined up neatly. Anger was on the right hand side. After the game, they died the night after the game—a popular prey for everyone to fight for—the corpse appeared in the temple.
He was looking at another dead body.
Bai Jingan assigned the authority of Xia Jia to see what he was looking at.
Only then did he realize that he knew this person, and he mentioned it in the summer. This person was called Senlan, the son of the N21 chief executive, who killed his sister, killed his friends, and ruined everything about him, but it seemed like a game.
In the video, he had a thin and cold face before his death, always smiling but not smiling. Xia Xia said that he always put on a posture that could see through the world.
Now, his body is in the temple. Before that, he had gone through a very long and terrible torture, more than twenty-four hours, extremely meticulous, clear goals, and endless-in order to ensure that he survived, several times in between. treatment.
In addition to Senlan, there was his father beside him, and the bodies of the entire security team were also there, neatly arranged for the God of War to inspect.
Xia Xia reached out to turn off the video and looked at the pile of corpses with a cold face.
"I never knew where to provoke him." Xia Xia said, "He puts on a damn,'my noble idea is not understandable by your dull mind.' I always think, I kill He must ask beforehand."
He laughed, mocking and a little nervous, and then a holographic screen popped up.
The image of Sunland appeared, in a small room that resembled a prison, with a face full of fear and torture to the utmost inhumanity.
"I don't know, I always say it as if I know it, but—" he begged, painful and hoarse, "I...I once drove down Luoyang Street when I saw him talking to someone and smiled happily. I thought to myself, I... don't like the way he smiles, no one should laugh like that in this shabby place! I have nothing else to do, so I just thought--"
Summer reached out and turned off the video.
"He goes to see me in jail every day... for a week." He gritted his teeth and said, "With a smile but not a smile, he kept saying that he wanted to make me miserable, and asked me to plead that I had to cry. Sometimes he gets drunk from the banquet and comes over in a formal dress, as if it means something to him!"
He stared at the water, Bai Jingan pressed his hand on his wrist, and he was shaking all over.
"If it wasn't for his dad who wanted to transfer me back to the city, he would have to send me up, I won't survive the seventh day. He...has been laughing..." Summer said, "Now he said that he just doesn't like the way I laugh. And then it just happens to be okay!"
Bai Jingan pressed his hand to tighten it unconsciously, feeling a little trembling.
He thought of the man staring at the camera and talking about the way he was in summer, his face was crazy and delirious... with a crazy stubbornness.
Judging from the sacrificial record, Senlan also kept all the videos of the torture, and it was okay to show them to enjoy... That's why the sacrificial person could try all the tricks.
Bai Jingan checked it and found that he hadn't even skipped the punishment chip.
That's not something that you can buy online, and there are people who perform surgery on him. This is definitely not a general power.
This person must have checked all of Senlan's videos, and never missed every frame. He has also studied carefully before he can imagine such a way of execution-and has become more serious, adding full personal creation with unimaginable detail.
But it didn't seem to be interesting, but that Senlan should suffer the crime.
At this moment, he suddenly discovered that this video is only open to summer, that is, only the "God of War" can be watched... Bai Jingan felt a horror, and immediately checked the privacy permissions and made sure that no one was staring at them.
No, it's just presented to summer. But the chill still lingered.
Although this is a "sacrifice," Bai Jingan can feel something similar to Senlan in the focus of torture and torture.
All the punishments revealed an extremely empty, so terrible persistence.
Bai Jingan stretched out his hand to cut out his vision, and they returned to the beautiful temple.
It is empty here, with a statue of the God of War standing on the water, with moss and low aquatic plants growing at its feet, which looks alive at first glance. But looking down, there are countless bones piled up under its feet, bottomless.
He knew that countless people were on the line at the moment, watching the dead bodies under the water. In the virtual field of vision, the sacrifices kept repeating the process of death and decay, as if offending the gods and falling into hell to be tortured souls.
No matter how many theories of god-making marketing have been heard, Bai Jingan always thinks these people are crazy.
Such a large swath of unreliable fanaticism.