Chapter 433: Return of the Ghost Realm
Wei Donglai told everything about Su Ming and raised several very critical points.
1: The eight videos were most likely forged by someone to frame Su Ming.
2: According to Liu Lingshan's testimony, Su Ming can see people with the Mysterious Eye. There is no doubt that Su Ming is the person that the Mysterious Eye wants to eliminate. This can also be concluded from the actions of Wu Yixin and others.
Three: If Su Ming is there, screening will become a piece of cake, so there must be someone with a mysterious eye within the alliance who is promoting the order to arrest Su Ming, regardless of whether Su Ming is the murderer or not.
"There have always been two ways of sentencing powerful superpowers. One is to execute the criminal directly, and the other is to let the criminal solve deadly monsters. According to Su Ming's previous contributions on Dongyang Island, even if he was really a murderer before he lost his memory, from an objective point of view, he saved more people than he killed.
We should give him a chance instead of sentencing Su Ming to death directly.
Besides, he is now fully capable of helping us find the spies . Apart from him, even Liu Lingshan cannot detect the members of the Mysterious Eye who have activated their special abilities, but Su Ming can detect it. This is an irreplaceable ability.
The power of the mysterious eye is extraordinary. This ability will not be eliminated by the ineffective drug. It is of the same nature as the regeneration ability, and it is more dangerous than regeneration. It is definitely a dangerous ability that can interfere with the order of the world's operation and must be controlled by the alliance. "
Wei Yansheng looked at Wei Donglai deeply, then his eyes moved down to the smooth table top and he fell into deep thought.
Everyone else had their own thoughts in their minds, and among those present, some were members of the Mysterious Eye. When they heard that Wei Donglai was going to do such a thing, the hairs on their bodies stood up. At this moment, they recalled the scene when they were in the supernatural school and were called on by the professor to answer questions, but they had not reviewed at all.
Of course, the current situation is far more cruel than being named by the professor. In the past, being named by the professor would at most mean losing the promotion opportunity, but now being inspected by Weidong would mean a death sentence.
Different people have different ideas.
Some people have already decided that if Wei Donglai really wants to use the honest recorder to check, he will activate his supernatural powers now, smash the honest recorder, then run outside the headquarters, drive all the way to the edge of the island, take his own private airship to leave here, and flee directly to the ends of the earth.
Some people were thinking about whether they should kill everyone at the scene and then evacuate.
Of course, this idea of making a mess is no joke. Although those who can sit at this conference table now have their own weaknesses in character, their vision is much longer-term than that of ordinary people. Although killing whoever can be killed here and then escaping can indeed inflict heavy damage to the Seven Gods Alliance and preserve themselves, what is the point of doing that?
Liu Lingshan will definitely survive, there is no doubt about that.
And that kind of massacre will surely serve as a wake-up call to the Seven Gods Alliance and the other three alliances. The four alliances will simultaneously target the Mysterious Eye and make it the first target that must be eliminated.
In order to achieve this goal, it is easy to cancel the wanted warrant for a murderer. Su Ming will definitely return, and Su Ming is indeed deadly to the Mysterious Eye.
Once Su Ming returns and assists the four major alliances in the inspection, the foundation that Mysterious Eye has laid within the four major alliances over the years will surely fall apart. At that time, Mysterious Eye will lose almost four-fifths of the power of the organization and fall into an extremely disadvantaged situation.
As long as one thinks about this, anyone with a brain will not act rashly and hurt anyone present.
Even if they want to escape, they can just run away directly. They can even leave some notes to confuse the public, or kidnap some people who are not members of the Mysterious Eye so that they cannot issue a unified order to hunt down those who flee the scene.
In contrast to this approach, hurting other people at the meeting is clearly unwise!
No one in the room spoke. Liu Lingshan crossed his arms over his chest with his eyes slightly closed, as if he was dozing off, as if the meeting in front of him had nothing to do with him at all. Wei Donglai was tossing the Honest Recorder in his hand, standing behind the podium with an expression that said "I'll wait for you to make a decision", as if the recorder in his hand was a cheap toy.
"Cancel Su Ming's wanted notice on the free platform."
Wei Yansheng spoke.
No one raised any objections, and Wei Donglai knew that the matter was finalized.
"Do you know where Su Ming is now?" Wei Yansheng asked, staring into Wei Donglai's eyes.
"Flora refuses to say." Wei Dong replied.
He added, "But I think as long as we release the news that the wanted order has been lifted, we should be able to contact him."
"Then, we won't conduct an inspection this time and lift the wanted warrant for Su Ming. That's it." Wei Yansheng said.
This large-scale meeting ended in just a few words. It seemed that no results were discussed, but in fact, the significance it produced was extremely far-reaching. To those mysterious eyes lurking within the Alliance of the Seven Gods, this meeting was like a warning to others.
Liu Lingshan and Wei Donglai took the elevator down, preparing to leave the headquarters and return to the Investigation Bureau. While riding the elevator, Liu Lingshan asked again the questions he had asked before.
"What if someone really did do something to you? I can't stop that kind of power."
"From various angles, they will not attack me. Now is not the time for both sides to declare war. The larger the organization, the less flexible it is in action. Those behemoths will either not move or cause trouble if they do move." Wei Donglai said concisely and clearly.
"It seems that you are very wary of the Mystical Eye."
"Yeah, I hate this kind of sneaky organization the most." Wei Donglai scratched his hair that hadn't been washed for a long time, and dandruff floated in the air.
Liu Lingshan took a step aside calmly without saying anything.
…
Ever since a large area of land in the rich area, slums, and civilian area was swallowed up by the devil's territory, the royal family of the Molten Iron City sent investigators and sheriffs to take turns guarding this vacant land.
Their purpose of guarding this open space was simple, which was to control the thirteen monsters that ran out from it.
This kind of thing hasn't happened in more than ten years, so there aren't many people with the experience to command this kind of thing, but with the inheritance of information, the current sheriffs can also follow certain routines to stably suppress the monsters that escape from the devil's land.
However, this is the truth known only to the royal family. They announced another story to the common people, a story beautified by faith.
If it were any other island, it would certainly not be possible to suppress the enemy simply by relying on numbers, but this is the City of Molten Iron, the birthplace of Sacred Steel. An ordinary soldier fully covered in armor forged with Sacred Steel can completely fight against a B-level psychic. By increasing the number of these soldiers, combined with various tactics and the assistance of psychics, even an S-level psychic can be suppressed.
"You say... when will the people inside come out?" A soldier wearing armor and sitting on a chair asked his companion.
In order to be on combat readiness around the clock, they must wear heavy armor all the time during their duty. In order to maintain their combat effectiveness, they must conserve their energy, so all soldiers ready to go into battle can sit in chairs and rest.
From a distance, these rows of soldiers sitting on chairs would give people the illusion that they were all slacking off.
"I don't know. I asked the captain, and he said that the fastest one would be ready in a few months, and the slowest one would take half a year."
"The captain said that as long as you have a devout faith, you can survive in there. But if your faith is not firm, you will be tempted by the devil and degenerate into a monster." The soldier muttered to himself.
"Let's talk about something else. We have talked about the ghost realm so many times that I can recite it by heart. It makes me sleepy just listening to ! Can you tell me about your daughter? I heard that your daughter fell in love with a blacksmith?"
"Damn it, don't mention it. It makes me angry. That guy is just a toad wanting to eat swan meat. He is not even a blacksmith, just an apprentice!"
Just as he finished speaking, a sharp and piercing high-frequency noise suddenly came from behind. Everyone who heard the noise was startled and stood up from their chairs.
As soon as the armored soldiers stood up, two or three quick-moving and nimble logistics personnel flew through the gap between the two rows of soldiers behind them and folded up all the chairs. This was to prevent the chairs from becoming obstacles and hindering the change of formation after the battle started.
The soldiers opened their eyes wide and looked out through the vertical slits on their helmets, only to see that the air on the originally empty flat ground suddenly began to fluctuate. The fluctuation was like the air on the ground baked by high temperatures in midsummer, shaking slightly, but over a large area, covering almost everything in front of them.
As the air was shaking, all sorts of random colors appeared out of thin air, spreading and scattering in the air like ink. The scene was extremely wonderful.
"Get ready!" The commander's orders came from the loudspeaker behind him.
The guards took a step forward with their right feet and held their spears horizontally at their waists.
"This is the first time I've seen this. Is this what a mirage is like?" a soldier asked excitedly.
"This kind of scenery is not something that everyone can see. Maybe you can only see it once in your lifetime, and you can brag about it for the rest of your life when you go back."
"Don't let your guard down. I heard that those fallen traitors will become very powerful monsters."
The soldiers were whispering to each other, feeling a little nervous, because this was the first time they had seen this scene.
But they were not afraid, because their superiors repeatedly emphasized that the crackdown would be simple and would not result in too many casualties if carried out properly.
But no one noticed that among the neatly-organized guards, a nimble and agile figure quickly passed by and ran quickly to the rear of the position.
Xia Xiaoyu ran to the back of the position, pushed the commander sitting in front of the command desk away, sat in the command position herself, said "Hello" a few times into the microphone, then turned up the volume and shouted: "Su Ming! Su Ming, can you hear me! Are you in there!"
Xia Xiaoyu's hand holding the microphone trembled slightly. At this moment, she had only one thought in her mind, that Su Ming could come out like a normal person.
It doesn't matter if he loses limbs or something, she can support him anyway, but if his brain becomes abnormal, then it's all over.
But...if he really is mentally ill, that's okay...it's better than being dead anyway!
In front of thousands of guards , a large area of air was still shaking violently. An invisible force was spreading outward. The messy colors gradually took on outlines and shapes, and slowly people could distinguish that it was a building.
As time passed, maybe five minutes, maybe ten minutes, no one noticed the passage of time because the scene before them attracted everyone's attention.
For Xia Xiaoyu, these few minutes felt like a year. The excessive tension made her brain need a lot of oxygen, so she couldn't help but take deep breaths to relieve the chest tightness caused by the rapid heart rate.
Finally, the changes stabilized!
This is a wealthy area, and everyone was waiting for the thirteen people to come out. However, it was not just thirteen people who came out!
“This…what’s going on?!”
"Why are there so many people? Are all those who come out devout believers?"
"There don't seem to be any monsters. They all look like ordinary people."
The guards were chattering and clamoring, and the commander was also surprised when he saw this scene. His mouth opened wide and his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
This is different from what we agreed before. Aren’t there only thirteen people coming out of the ghost realm? Why are there so many people?
In just one villa in the rich area, there were hundreds of people gathered, and those people seemed to have no idea of their situation. Some were crying loudly, as if they had survived a disaster; some were standing there in a daze, touching the back of their heads and looking around curiously, as if they didn't know where they were.
And above the wealthy area, a hoarse voice kept roaring .
"Su Ming! Su Ming where are you! Su Ming! Su Ming!!!"
No one responded to her. Even when she turned up the volume of the loudspeaker to the maximum, no one responded. In an instant, the feeling of loneliness of being isolated from the world once again gripped Xia Xiaoyu... She hadn't felt that kind of loneliness for a long time.
After meeting Su Ming, she was no longer lonely. Even if she and Su Ming were separated and could not contact each other, she would not feel lonely. No matter when and where, she felt that there was a thread connecting her to the world...that thread was Su Ming.
And now, he felt that the line was broken.
Everything familiar around me is becoming strange, and it's becoming strange very quickly.
The meaning that was created with great difficulty suddenly evaporated and disappeared.
In a trance, Xia Xiaoyu had an illusion that her body was evaporating, like transparent bubbles in the sun.
"Su Ming...where are you?"
The roar turned into crying. Xia Xiaoyu wiped her tears and looked at the crowd below, hoping to find the familiar figure in the crowd.
Her tear-blurred eyes made it difficult for her to see the faces of hundreds of people. Strange faces flashed quickly before her eyes one by one, without any one stopping.
She put down the microphone, ran down the podium, pushed the guards aside rudely and violently, and ran into the crowd in front.
She pushed and shoved her way through the tumultuous crowd, screaming his name.
She was panic-stricken, terrified and confused. Sometimes she reached out to grab a suspicious figure from behind, but found that it was not him.
"Su Ming." Xia Xiaoyu murmured absentmindedly.
…
I can't find you.
