Nomenclature of Night

  Chapter 716 Standing in the Sun

  Return countdown at 6:00:00.

  Gao Wen glanced at the time, it was time to get off work.

  After the "New World" article was released, he, who guarded the empty Hope Media Building, became the most famous reporter in the federation overnight.

   Under his personal account, there were tens of millions of fans for a while, and many people regarded him as a leader of public opinion.

  The people in the lower three districts were jubilant. Even today, Shendai and Kashima sent more soldiers to suppress the carnival in the lower three districts.

   Originally, the victory last night was enough to drive the people of the Lower Three Districts crazy, but under the call of the parents' association and Gao Wen, they gradually regained their senses.

  They did not rush out of the lower three districts to riot, nor did they attack the political centers and mental dojos of the Age of Gods and Kashima.

  Gao Wen said on his social account: "The real time has not come yet, we will continue to wait for the night to pass and the day to come."

   A double entendre.

  Kindai and Kashima marched their troops into the lower three districts to implement martial law and curfew, and continued to search for the whereabouts of the Parents' Association, but the day they bought was enough for the remaining family members to evacuate.

   At this moment, someone called Gao Wen: "Hello? Hello, is this Mr. Gao Wen from Hope Media?"

   "I am," Gao Wen looked at the 'unknown number' on the phone, and said calmly, "Who is it?"

  The voice of the person on the phone is cold: "I want to communicate with you about something, can you clarify on your social account, the parents' association is an out-and-out criminal organization, not the organization with justice in your writing."

"I'm sorry, I can't do it," Gao Wen said calmly, "I just wrote down what I saw, heard, and felt for the people. They have the right to know the truth, and I hope the media will do this." What I have done for many years is only to record the truth."

   "I hope the media didn't take such a radical stand before. You have gone beyond the scope of the truth. The truth has no stand, but you have," said the person on the phone.

  Gao Wen smiled and said: "Now, the world needs a stand."

   "Understood, I wish you a happy life."

  The phone hangs up.

  Gao Wen stood in the large, empty office, silent for a few minutes.

   A few minutes later, he seemed to have made all mental preparations, and took out the Prestige-11 pistol from the drawer.

  But he quickly smiled and said: "You are just a reporter, and you still want to fight with others? How naive."

   As he spoke, Gao Wen actually put the pistol back into the drawer.

   When he arrived at the lobby on the first floor, he looked at the names of the predecessors of Hope Media on the wall.

  In the most conspicuous place, there is a passage engraved: "Record the truth, even though you have died nine times, you have no regrets—Jiang Xu".

  Jiang Xu was the editor-in-chief of Hope Media more than a thousand years ago. He spoke out for injustice and was finally assassinated.

  At this moment, Gao Wen seemed to have crossed time and space for thousands of years and found a confidant for himself.

   Then he strutted out of the Hope Media building.

  The streets of city No. 10 have gradually gained popularity, and even the gorgeous neon lights are lit up again. People will also have leisure and entertainment in the city after work.

   The disaster is over, and the living should not remain in yesterday.

  Suddenly, Gao Wen felt as if there was someone behind him, but when he turned around, he found nothing.

  Gao Wen shook his head. Instead of looking back, he walked towards his home step by step, looking at the street seriously, as if saying goodbye.

  At the entrance of a certain alley ahead, someone stared at him coldly, and a voice came from the communication channel: "Prepare to do something, kill him and then evacuate."

  The next moment, in front of Gao Wen's road, two people came out from the alley, holding pistols.

   They raised their arms to shoot.

  However, at this moment, there was a roaring sound above the head, and a sniper bullet pierced the killer's chest.

  In the darkness, Xiao Qi jumped down from the room on the second floor by the roadside, strangled another killer by the neck, but did not kill him.

   Gunshots were also heard elsewhere, as if the fighting was happening in several places at the same time, but it was over quickly.

  Gao Wen watched in a daze as Xiao Qi knocked the killer unconscious and put him in handcuffs.

   "Are you..." Gao Wen asked in a low voice, still in shock.

  Xiaoqi grinned and said: "The parents said, once you publish the article, with Xiaori...Kamidai's character, maybe he will choose to assassinate you, and we must protect it well."

   "That parent guessed it, hasn't he been away for six days?" Gao Wen asked curiously.

   "Yes, I specifically explained it before I left," Xiao Qi explained with a smile, "Isn't it amazing? It's a plan!"

  Gao Wen knew that no one in this world could really plan everything, but the other party ordered Xiao Qi and others to protect him in advance, which is indeed very powerful...

  He thought he was going to die tonight.

Xiao Qi said with a smile: "We don't have any political wisdom, we rely entirely on recklessness, and all on the popular will. Jindai and Kashima actually don't have much political wisdom, they like to engage in assassination every day, and kill those who can't be controlled. Coincidentally, we have always suspected that there are intelligence personnel from the Age of Gods alive in City 10, so don’t worry about catching them out with your help.”

  A city survived six million people.

  Even if the parents do not want to admit that there are members of the Generation of Gods among the refugees who fought side by side, they must face the reality. Spies will inevitably exist objectively.

  At this time, a message came from the communication channel in his headset.

After listening for a while, Xiaoqi smiled and said to Gao Wen: "Okay, you are safe, all 12 agents from the Age of Gods have been arrested, and the parents will arrange special personnel to protect you. Don't worry, they will not violate you." Your privacy."

   "Will it be too much trouble for everyone?" Gao Wen said weakly.

   "No," Xiaoqi said with a smile, "After the new world comes, there is no need to do this. Don't worry, it won't be too long."

As he said that, Xiao Qi said loudly in the communication channel: "Close the team, everyone has worked hard to interrogate all night, I want to find out how many lovers they have. After getting the information network, tomorrow I will ask Everyone went to the fourth district to eat hot pot, and Xiaoying said that there is a hot pot there that is very delicious!"

   After speaking, the members of the Parents' Association assembled on the street, and then walked away with a few survivors shoulder to shoulder.

  On the way, some passers-by would ask curiously: "Brother Seven, who are these people?"

  Xiaoqi happily explained: "These grandsons are running dogs of the Age of Gods. They wanted to kill Mr. Gao Wen, but we caught them!"

  Warm applause erupted from both sides of the road, and some people praised Xiao Qi for being so good.

  In City No. 10, the family members no longer have to hide. They stand in the sun openly, doing the right thing, and being supported by the people.

  Gao Wen looked at the backs of Xiao Qi and the others from behind, and felt that the city had come alive.

   "This is already a new world," Gao Wen said with a smile.

  …

  Volume 4: Chapter 4 of Night, Rhapsody, End.

  I slept for 4 hours yesterday to add changes, and my head still hurts today. Today there are only seven thousand words.

  At the end of this volume, I originally wanted to write a little more, but I always feel that it is best to stop here, and then start a new journey. Simply stop here and take a short rest for a day.

  Still the same, if there are no natural or man-made disasters, try to ensure an average of 10,000 words per day per month, and follow-up will make up for what is missing today.

  (end of this chapter)