Chapter 233:

Fangallo and Song Rui sat quietly by the flower bed, saying nothing, just looking at the busy staff coming and going in the square. Some of them are doctors, some are policemen, some are soldiers, and some are government officials. Knowing that Ma You can lurking in any corner of the Beijing city and arbitrarily kill anyone, they still insist on their work bravely and fearlessly.
Are they not afraid? Of course, I am afraid that Van Goghro can sense the horror atmosphere that permeates the square without probing the magnetic field. However, none of them fled, just quietly doing their jobs. They are doing the right thing, and this is the source of power for the world to function, humanity to survive, and civilization to extend.
"I like this world very much, and I also like human beings." Fangallo said suddenly.
Song Rui glanced at him and seemed to inadvertently say: "Because of your existence, I also started to like this world."
Fanjia Luo's ear tip quietly climbed up a blush, but he did not answer the words, his eyes reflecting Chen Xi appeared so translucent.
Song Rui rubbed his hair and waved: "Go, hold on to your post, do what you think is right, I am here to wait for you."
Fangallo nodded and gave Dr. Song another deep look before moving to the soft chair placed in the center of the square. Around its invisible corners, Minister Yan arranged many commandos and snipers. Knowing that Ma You may not show up, they are also fully prepared.
Song Rui followed behind Van Gogh, stepped on his footsteps and walked slowly, but suddenly laughed lightly: "Your friends are here."
"Huh?" Fangallo looked at him, but he saw Song Nuanwen rushed over with Yuan Zhongzhou, Zhu Xiya, A Huo, He Jinglian, and Ding Puhang. At a time when everyone could not avoid it, at a time when Ma You was approaching and it was very likely that the killing ring was coming, they came rushing around.
When they saw Van Gogh, they raised their hands and waved, with no timidity on their faces, only eager: "Mr. Van, we saw your commercial, so we came over to help you! If you have anything, just command!"
Fangallo's eyes bent, and he smiled involuntarily. "Go help them open the formation and save the hostages." He pointed to the monks who gathered together, and he wasn't welcome to speak at all. But it was because of his rudeness that Yuan Zhongzhou and others who were still a little anxious immediately laughed easily.
"Good! Let's go!" Everyone agreed with full of energy, with excitement on their faces, as if not stepping into the dead, but coming to the paradise. They also have beliefs and things to guard in their hearts, so sacrifice and dedication become a pure joy.
Fangallo stood staring at them for a long time, and continued to walk towards the square after the morning light. Seeing that Minister Yan was directing the staff to remove the lights, radios and cameras, he blocked: "Don't take it off, continue the live broadcast."
Minister Yan looked at him in amazement.
Song Rui explained from the side: "Continuing the live broadcast is the best way to completely dispel the panic of the people. The existence of Ma You can't hide it, and let the people see him arrested with his own eyes. In the next two or three months, Everyone will live in fear and restlessness. If we want to restore normal social order as quickly as possible, we must publish the truth. "
Minister Yan thought for a moment and nodded deeply. Yes, public opinion can no longer be suppressed, it is better to expose the truth to the broad daylight and let it evaporate on its own. The more the government conceals, the more people who have no way of knowing the truth will make up for more terrible stories, and the whole society will be in long-term turmoil.
"Okay, let's continue the live broadcast." He immediately asked the staff to put the camera back in place.
Fangallo touched Dr. Song's arm and whispered: "When I come back, take good care of Yangyang."
"Good." Song Rui looked at him intently, with nostalgia in his eyes, but also restraint and understanding.
Fangallo walked back to the soft chair to sit down and made a gesture to continue the live broadcast, so the billboards in Beijing were all lit up by his handsome and abnormal face. He was still in a lazy sitting posture, his hands clasped and placed on his knees, and his two slender index fingers tapped the back of his hand a bit, as if waiting very boring.
He was luxuriously dressed, elegant in manners, mysterious in temperament, and there was a kind of indifference that could not be shaken between his brows and eyes. Just sitting there was the focus of thousands of people. He said that he was the only in the world, which sounded somewhat credible.
Seeing him reappear on the billboard, Zhou He couldn't help but stunned. At the same time, many people were stunned. They didn't understand why this person did such absurd things.
However, without waiting for the public to figure out why, the Van Gogh on the billboard disappeared out of thin air. A hoarse male voice came from above the empty soft chair: "I'm here, hahaha! I'm here! I saw it! Is this the end of angering the gods! When I have enough play, I will cut the body of Van Gogh into countless pieces and throw it into the gutter to feed the mice, ha ha ha ha ... "The rampant laughter was caused by the soft chair It spreads from above to everywhere, as if everywhere.
This strange scene scared everyone, but even if the soft chair was empty, the live broadcast continued. Every billboard in Beijing shows such a wonderful scene. A chair is placed on a square in a lonely place. Every ten or twenty minutes, the camera will change its direction, or use a panoramic or close-up view. Shoot it.
Everyone has been arrested. What's the point of doing this? To deter people? In order to let everyone know how terrible Ma You is? These people are crazy, all crazy!
Zhou He was almost frightened by the scene where Vangaro disappeared out of thin air. After recovering, he began to beat the window sills, walls, and coffee tables to vent his boundless fear. Hearing the sound, Father Zhou ran out and asked tremblingly, "What's wrong with you?"
"No, it's nothing." Where did Zhou He dare to tell him this terrible thing, stepped stiffly into her daughter's bedroom, touched her high fevered forehead, and then the whole person collapsed on the bed.
He wanted to send his daughter to the hospital, but every major road in Beijing was banned. Even if he had a car, he could not drive out. If I go on like this, will my daughter burn her brain? With this thought in mind, Zhou He quickly got up to do physical cooling for her daughter.
"It's useless. I wiped it all night last night. Huihui's fever never went back. We have to go to the hospital!" Zhou father said hoarsely with a basin of warm water.
"I know I'm going to the hospital, but my car can't drive out! What can I do?" Zhou He growled with a red eyes.
The father and son quarreled over this, and in the same building, a similar voice came from every household. Some people are weeping, some are crying, some are calling for help, and others are standing on the balcony watching the fountain pool filled with blood.
In just one night's work, the world has turned from to hell.
When Zhou He and his father were arguing the most fiercely, the doorbell suddenly rang, and a faint voice came: "Are there any people, we are the staff of the military service station, we will send you materials."
Zhou He, who had no rice or no food at home, immediately raised his ears. Father Zhou ran three steps and ran to open the door. Even if they do n’t eat, children with high fever will always eat a little. Zhou He couldn't stop it, so he took a kitchen knife and went out. Fortunately, there were really two soldiers outside the house, both wearing straight military uniforms, and piled mineral water, rice, instant noodles, cooking oil, vegetables and other materials at their feet.
Zhou He quickly hid the kitchen knife behind him, gratefully greeted him.
The two soldiers helped them move things into their homes and asked gently: "Do you have any difficulties? Can you tell us first, we will help you later."
"Yes, my child has a high fever and I want to send her to the hospital!" Zhou He shouted excitedly.
"Let's see." The two soldiers walked into the bedroom to check on the child's condition, and then took out their phones to report the situation to their superiors. An instruction came quickly from there, and at a distance, Zhou He didn't hear it clearly, so the expression became more tense.
After a while, the soldier hung up the phone and explained: "We have to distribute the remaining supplies to your neighbors and come over in a few minutes. You put the children's things in order and we take her to the hospital."
As soon as Zhou He heard this, tears came down, and he gratefully said, "Thank you, thank you. At the critical moment, it is the comrades of the People's Liberation Army who are the most reliable, you are the great savior of the people! Hype, life-threatening things dare to be used as a joke. "
The soldier was shaking hands friendly with him, and when he heard this, his face was black, and his face was black. His companion asked unkindly: "Do you mean the teacher Vanga Luofan?"
"Who else besides him?" Zhou He regarded smearing Van Gogh as his homework, and now he used to say it habitually: "He is a lunatic, and he dares to rub any heat in order to become popular! The city is martial law, he is still Shooting advertisements outside, the waves are going to heaven! No, he was retaliated just now, and he was taken away by that Ma You. Damn, I was almost scared to death by him. He was just adding chaos to the people of the city. "
The two soldiers glanced at each other, their faces darkening. The soldier who shook hands with Zhou He suddenly increased his strength, so that he could not help howling: "Eh, eh, Comrade PLA, please click, you click! My hand hurts!"
Instead of letting go, the soldier increased his strength a little, and his tone was very cold: "This comrade, we need to clarify one thing to you. Teacher Vatican is not rubbing the heat, nor to gain popularity, but to assist We arrested Ma You. We can tell you the truth, not only the billboards outside your house broadcast the live broadcast of Mr. Fan, but the billboards in the entire Beijing city, including TV channels and online media, are broadcast live by Mr. Fan.
Another soldier turned on Zhou He's TV set and changed channels frequently, allowing him to witness a wonderful scene with his own eyes. It turned out that every channel was playing the empty chair, and the hot news became subtitles sliding down.
"Besides the government, who can allow the national media to conduct such a live broadcast at the same time? Teacher Vatican is not rubbing the heat and advertising, but is using his own bait to cooperate with our arrests. You should know that the murderous generals of Ma You What kind of danger are you facing? Teacher Fan may never come back this time. You can not be grateful, understand, or remember what he has done for you, but please do not slander. He is a hero, not a madman . "
The soldier let go of Zhou He's hand, saluted a military salute, apologized, and carried the remaining supplies to the opposite door.
When they disappeared behind the door of the neighbor's house, Zhou He finally recovered. He looked at his sore hand, and then looked back at the lonely chair on the billboard, his cheeks suddenly red with blood. It turns out that Van Gogh is not rubbing the heat! In order to seize Ma You, he put his life and death out of sight, and the people who watched his martyrdom scolded him crazy.
When everyone cares about his own safety and his life and death, he bravely stands up and fights against evil. The world treats him with slander, slander, humiliation, and misunderstandings, but what he gives back to the world is protection, tolerance, sacrifice, and dedication. He had a loneliness, and he delivered all at the moment of crisis, never hesitating to retreat.
He will always be so unique and always so silent, and he will never justify his own motivation. And what are the people who hate him for? Is it because he is different from everyone? Just because he never speaks worldly words?
Zhou He walked to the balcony in a trance, looked at the empty chair, and thought that the person who might never come back couldn't stop crying and crying. Only today does he know how despicable and narrow he was. What else can this noble person hold? Does the go down?
Zhou He was very regretful, and also worried that the two PLA comrades refused to take his children to see a doctor because of his derogatory behavior. Fortunately, it turned out that his heart was narrow again. He always thought of people in bad ways. The two soldiers hurried back after they had finished supplies, hugged the children and left.
Zhou He was overjoyed and packed up a few clothes and followed. Father Zhou couldn't keep up with them, so he had to wait at home in distress.
He got into the military vehicle and drove silently for a while. Zhou Hecai, who was holding his child, whispered: "Two comrades of the People's Liberation Army, I'm really sorry just now. I misunderstood Mr. Fan and said many bad things."
"When the teacher Fan comes out of Ma You's space, you apologize to him personally." The soldier sitting in the passenger seat waved.
Zhou He froze for a while before asking: "Teacher Fan can still come out?"
"Of course, he is a very powerful psychic. Besides him, who can seize Ma You personally? In fact, Ma You's case was also helped by him, otherwise we may never know why the victims disappeared out of thin air. Why did it appear as a corpse out of thin air? "
"Yes, who wants this kind of thing? It is said outside that the murderer is a ghost, which is supposed to be a person." Zhou He wanted to ask why Ma You had such a weird ability, and was afraid to touch the military secrets and his lips wriggled. A few times, I finally dared not ask.
The soldier who drove seemed to be very esteemed by Van Gogh, and he said with added tone: "In fact, we can now drive your daughter to the hospital without worrying about meeting the ambush of Ma You on the road. . When he enters Ma You ’s space, he will try his best to contain the other party, so that he has no time to kill, and we are all safe. We can even rescue all the missing people. "
After hearing these words, Zhou He was greatly encouraged, but his inner guilt came like a tide. Thinking of the words that he once defiled Mr. Fan, he sent conscience torture to himself-Zhou He, are you still human?
At the same time, Van Gogh was standing in a narrow and green space, looking around with interest, spreading his arms, supporting two rusty walls, and releasing his vast magnetic field ferociously ... …
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