The First Order

A person is not alive if his physiological functions are still running normally. When he is remembered by many people and will not forget it, in fact his will never died.

When Ren Xiaosu found that he could not summon Jiang Xu with the Heroic Spirit Temple, he knew that the matter was irreversible.

But he did not regret it, maybe Jiang Xu was not willing to continue to live in the heroic way.

Because, at that time, Jiang Xu became a vassal of Ren Xiaosu alone. How can a person as clean as Jiang Xu accept such a result?

At a certain moment, after Ren Xiaosu finished his remarks, Luo Lan even felt that Jiang Xu's golden figure would slowly emerge.

Fortunately, Jiang Xu did not appear, so Ren Xiaosu re-engraved the matter of the Heroic Spirit Temple, Luo Lan did not know yet...

At this time, Ren Xiaosu looked at Yang Xiaojin with a sigh: "Does the shoulder hurt?"

"It hurts," Yang Xiaojin said directly, "but he can bear it, and he can fight."

"Okay, let's go to Hope Media first," Ren Xiaosu said. He looked at Luo Lan: "What do you say, do you want to stay in Luocheng or leave?"

"Of course we stayed. Mr. Jiang Xu's death must have a statement," Luo Lan said, squinting. "Leave the killer in your hand to us. I will interrogate him."

"No," Ren Xiaosu picked up the other person's neck bone, and easily broke it where Jiang Xu died: "They all have a bug in their heart, and they can't be interrogated. I brought him here to make him a sacrifice. Quality."

Zhou Qi looked at Ren Xiaosu's calm face, and suddenly a chill came from behind.

People used to commemorate relatives and friends with pig heads, apples and the like. Ren Xiaosu lived his life.

Suddenly, a house on the opposite side of the crossroads was upstairs, and a window on the fifth floor was pulled open. A child shouted, "Guardian, please avenge Mr. Jiang Xu!"

Ren Xiaosu stared at the child for a moment. The other party was only eight or nine years old, but his eyes were red and his face was sincere.

The grown-up in that household hurriedly covered the child's mouth and ripped the child into the house, fearing that the child would provoke someone who shouldn't.

What is happening in Los Angeles today is not something ordinary people can participate in.

The adults wanted to apologize to Ren Xiaosu in a panic. Although they did not know why they apologized, they always felt afraid that their children would offend Ren Xiaosu.

However, Ren Xiaosu suddenly said: "You are so young, do you know who Jiang Xu is?"

The child broke away from his parents and shouted: "I know, Grandpa Jiang Xu used to be an investigative reporter. Now he is the editor-in-chief of Hope Media. When people eat and drink, they always say that only Jiang Grandpa Xu dare to tell the truth."

Ren Xiaosu laughed: "Do you adore him?"

"Worship, I will be an investigative reporter when I grow up!" the child shouted.

Ren Xiaosu nodded and said, "Remember your dream. If you want to be an investigative reporter that day when you grow up, but you are worried that someone threatens your personal safety, then you can come to the northwest to find me. My name is Ren Xiaosu."

After talking, Ren Xiaosu took Yang Xiaojin to the Hope Media.

The street was still empty, with only flowers and corpses bleeding in the rain.

However, Ren Xiaosu's mood suddenly brightened a little.

Did you see that after your death, when the killer struck, those who said they hated the murderer, no one dared to stand up and avenge you.

This is the real world we are in.

But all this is not important, what is important is that your light always leaves some behind.

Like inheritance and reincarnation, time will give us the answer.

...

I hope that the media building is already dilapidated, and it looks even more depressed in the rain.

Ren Xiaosu walked in from outside the gate, and reporters and editors in the building got up and looked at it silently.

He looked around these sorrowful and sad people, everyone's eyes were flushed, I don't know how long they cried.

However, even after Jiang Xu left, they remained in this position. Jiang Xu left a total of four letters, one for Ren Xiaosu and one for all colleagues.

Jiang Xu didn't say so tragic words in his heart, but just plainly told them to work hard, and don't let no one record the truth because of messy things.

Also remember that the gentleman of his office windowsill must remember to water, but don’t let it die and suffer this indiscriminate disaster.

In addition, he congratulated a female reporter about to marry in advance, but unfortunately he could not go to the wedding in person.

The letter was very trivial, like an old man holding a cup of hot tea on the edge of the hearth, and greeted his juniors cordially.

When Zhang Chentong read the letter in the building, everyone cried into tears.

Now, they have also learned what Ren Xiaosu came to Luocheng to do, and they are deeply grateful to Ren Xiaosu for being able to stand up again at this time for the hope that the media and Jiang Xu.

And Ren Xiaosu silently looked at everything in the hope media until he looked at the wall full of names, and then stepped forward, with a black knife carefully carved two words: Jiang Xu.

The building began to sob, and Ren Xiaosu walked upstairs to the Jiang Xu office silently.

In front of the office, Zhang Chentong put a letter into Ren Xiaosu's hand: "This was written by the editor in chief before leaving."

"Thank you," Ren Xiaosu nodded into Jiang Xu's office. The pot of gentleman orchid on the window sill seemed to have just been wiped.

Ren Xiaosu took a deep breath and opened the envelope, standing by the window silently looking at the contents of the letter.

It turned out that Jiang Xu really anticipated his death in advance.

Seeing that the paragraphs were clearly farewell words, Ren Xiaosu suddenly burst into great sadness in his heart.

Before that, he didn't cry when he learned of Jiang Xu's bad news.

He didn't cry on the way to the wind and rain.

He did not cry even if he failed to summon Jiang Xu in the Long Street of Luocheng.

But at this moment he looked at the words like gossip and home, but suddenly a drop of tears fell.

He once said to Yan Liuyuan that he should not cry. This world does not believe in tears. Now, he cannot restrain his sadness.

Ren Xiaosu put the letter paper in the palace and placed it in the most prominent place in the palace display, to tell himself that Jiang Xu hoped he could be another light of this world before he died.

He turned and walked outside, asking Luo Lan while walking: "How many people are there in the Qing family?"

Luo Lan calmly replied: "Seventy-one people are always available."

Actually, it’s taboo to ask this, but Luo Lan is very happy, because Ren Xiaosu said that it means that the other party trusted Qing.

Ren Xiaosu said: "Let the Qing's people take the surveillance video of the whole city for nearly a month, and then help me send it to the northwest and hand it to Wang Yun."

"It's a little difficult. These 71 people don't have many weapons in their hands. Before that, the Qings didn't take Luocheng as the key point," Luo Lan said realistically.

He didn't have to fight a swollen face to become a fat man. If he wanted to be monitored by the whole city, he had to take over many places. This is Qinghe's territory.

Ren Xiaosu did not speak, but walked straight out of the Hope Media Building.

At this time, Luo Lan suddenly froze, and saw the big maid and Wang Yuchi standing outside the door. Ren Xiaosu said to Zhou Yingxue: "The Qing people asked you to report, you can take them to take over Luocheng, can you do it?"

Wang Yuchi laughed: "Brother Xiaosu, rest assured, even if there is no Yingxue sister, we can do eight."

It is said that all the eight students showed the outer armor. The eight outer armor looked very strict and abnormal. It seemed that they had refined and improved the structure of the outer armor during school.

Ren Xiaosu had left a lot of nano robots to them earlier, and Luo Lan sent a batch later. When Ren Xiaosu and Wang Fugui worked hard for that "home", these students were not idle.

Today, they have grown up.

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Goodnight everybody