The man who broke in before shook Joel's shoulders vigorously and said loudly: "Look at me, Joel, can you recognize who I am?"
Joel's panicked expression eased slightly, he gasped for air, shook his head and said: "Henry, Henry Arizona, of course I recognize you, my friend."
He looked up again at the little lady standing in the doorway, struggling to stand up.
"Ms. Abigail, what time is it?"
"At around seven o'clock in the evening, with half an hour left, the Business Federation is preparing to broadcast a speech to the whole city to explain today's unexpected situation."
Henry said unceremoniously: "These businessmen are a bunch of scum. They only have money in their eyes. The so-called explanation is just another method!"
Abigail ignored him and asked Joel: "What is the situation you just mentioned?"
"My Origin Stone skills are very special. I can enter deep dreams. The Great Knight Territory is a special place. It can actually form group dreams..."
When Joel said this, his face changed slightly, as if the experience in the dream was very bad.
"You don't have to tell me everything, just tell me the result."
"Those lunatics plan to open the door to the outside world and welcome their Lord during tomorrow's finals. I only know this much."
Abigail frowned: "Do you know what kind of existence their Lord is?"
"I haven't seen it. It only exists in the words of those people. They should have never seen it, but they firmly believe it."
Joel supported the bed and reluctantly stood up. Although his face was pale, he had regained a lot of energy: "We should tell Mr. Fourth about this news. I didn't expect that he turned out to be a doctor from Rhode Island..."
"I'm afraid not."
Henry's words poured cold water on him.
"Why?"
The man showed his mobile phone screen to his two companions: "I don't know why, but the signal is interrupted. This is not good news."
The intercity network of the Great Knight Territory connects everyone together. People have become accustomed to using the Internet. For ordinary people, a signal interruption is just a matter of changing places, but for the three people in this apartment, it means This means that they are very likely to be within the enemy's observation line of sight.
Boom, boom, boom.
One slow and two urgent sounds, a very polite knock on the door.
Abigail walked to the door with a cold face, opened the door without even looking through the peephole, and found a cyan-haired man holding a bow standing at the door.
With a smile on his face, he said, "Hi, good evening, ma'am."
…
Chamber of Commerce Building.
The man standing in front of the mirror looked at his face. He was once an unknown ordinary employee. Just because he answered one more phone call, he suddenly became the spokesperson of the Cavaliers Competition and entered a company as a department head. Countless people envied him. of luck and desires everything he gets.
Putting on the work tag placed by the sink, the man arranged his clothes again, turned around and walked out of the bathroom. When he appeared in the sight of the staff, those longing awe eyes gathered again.
"Mr. Markowitz, here is your speech."
"Thank you for your hard work."
After a short break, Markowitz returned to the Grand Knights and stood on the stage that belonged to him.
Holding the speech script in his hand and flipping through two pages at random, the speaker had a clear understanding of the next work content.
In fact, he had been notified a few hours ago and understood what happened.
The true leader of the Infected Knights, the Blood Knight Dicaeopolis, abstained from the game, and the Shining Knights won without a fight.
Angry infected people and citizens occupied the streets to protest against the behind-the-scenes manipulation of the Business Federation and wantonly trampling on glory.
When Markowitz saw the loudest voice on the intercity network, he was stunned for two seconds. He did not expect that the focus of the protesters was glory, only glory, and only glory.
A seemingly massive protest can be settled with just one promotion. The memory of the intercity network is only three days at most. Even if someone still remembers it after three days, no one will care.
"Mr. Markowitz, please come and touch up your makeup. The speech will begin in twenty minutes."
"OK."
The makeup artist carefully took care of the speaker's appearance. Out of curiosity and respect for the speaker, she asked in a low voice: "Sir, you seem to like vacationing in that small village very much. Is there anything unique about it?"
Markowitz smiled as always: "No, it's nothing special. I just want to experience another living environment."
"That's it..."
The makeup artist was a little disappointed.
Her income is enough to stand in a position that many people can only look up to, but taking a vacation is really too luxurious, especially in the high-speed and ever-changing Grand Knights. If you take one day off, you may be replaced by someone else.
This is also a portrayal of the lives of many people. They keep moving forward, dare not ask for leave, dare not take a break, and live a mechanical life, turning themselves into a part of the mechanical equipment of the mobile city until it wears out, becomes scrap, and is discarded. by the road.
This is called the prosperity of civilization.
…
Zhou Jinru went to bed very early. He neither listened to the so-called speech nor played with the operators in the hall. When he woke up, it was already seven o'clock in the morning the next day.
"you're awake?"
The dark blue haired angel sat beside his bed.
Zhou Jinru blinked, feeling that this scene seemed familiar.
He asked: "How did you get into my room?"
"Window, door, or whatever, there's always a way."
It seems that the fallen angel doesn't want to say anything.
Zhou Jinru put his head on his hands and raised his chin: "Let me tell you in advance, you'd better stay away from me."
Mostima asked in confusion: "Why?"
"I'm serious. Leave this bed no less than five meters away from me. I'm doing it for your own good."
Mostima did so.
She looked at the man lying on the bed with great curiosity.
Zhou Jinru gently lifted the quilt, revealing pajamas with a rabbit pattern on them. However, in Mostima's view, everything from changing clothes to going into the bathroom to wash up seemed fine, but it gave people a very weird feeling.
It's like...a deliberate performance.
The fallen angel suddenly remembered something he said accidentally in the chat group.
Ever since the doctor stayed behind closed doors and then went out again, he had not made any intimate move with any of the operators. Even when he was alone, he kept a certain distance.
"What’s wrong with you?"
"I am fine."
Zhou Jinru bit his toothbrush.
"It couldn't be better."
Snapped.
Only the toothbrush handle was left in his hand and the other half was in his mouth.
Mostima tilted his head and looked at him.
Zhou Jinru got into the bathroom again, and a few minutes later, he reappeared in front of the fallen angel, waving his hand: "Let's go get something to eat."
