"Haha, my old friend, you finally spoke. Thomson laughed as he clapped.

The man had a brown face, gray hair that was somewhat disheveled, and a haggard face. His eyes were like pools, and he glared angrily, without the slightest timidity.

Bai Lotian gasped, "This, this, this old man with his head held high, this old man with strict words, is the 'Whisper of the Wind' professor he thought of countless times in his dreams! It must be him, he will not admit his mistake, his eyes are still like that." ”

Seeing this scene suddenly, Bai Letian's heart panicked, this feeling was like detaching from reality and entering a dream, he couldn't be sure, he breathed deeply, and let his brain wake up.

Although the Sixth Sense often told him that Professor Wind might still be alive, he was still stunned when this scene appeared in front of him. He felt the silence around him like a graveyard in the middle of the night, and his legs were shaking, perhaps too excited. He quietly stretched out his hand and twisted it his thigh, and the pain spread to his brain, indicating that he was still alive, this was a real world, and what he saw was a real scene.

Awesome, Professor Wind is alive, he's still alive!

Bai Lotian forcibly suppressed the excitement in his heart and resisted the urge to run over, he knew that the most important thing now was to remain silent, and the most important thing was to be calm and calm. Tears welled up in his eyes,

"Hey, buddy, are you scared?" Paul gently touched him on the shoulder.

"Thanks, how could it be. ”

"Thomson, you have changed, you have become a devil, a devil in every word. ”

"Wrong! Everyone has a devil in their heart, and you are just hypocritical and do not admit the devil in your heart. Isn't it, my dearest Professor Wind?"

"Thomson, I have long understood your demagogic tricks," the words of the wind stood awe-inspiringly, "It is undeniable that there are very few selfish and evil thoughts in everyone's heart, but not everyone is like you, who deliberately turns evil ideas into reality. People are only human beings, because in people's hearts, kindness is the greatest common divisor, the reason why the world is beautiful is related to everyone's goodness, and everyone's observance of public morality, you are just magnifying the small evil, so as to induce the selfish thoughts in the hearts of good people, control their actions, and achieve your ulterior purposes. ”

"Enough, Whisper of the Wind!" exclaimed Thomson, "don't think of the world as so good, it's evil, it's messy, you can't turn a blind eye. Not everyone, like you, can't see the new forces, can't accept the new world, is stubborn and stupid, and you're going to pay for it. ”

Professor Feng stepped forward and stared into Thomson's eyes, his hands trembling slightly. The men on either side of him also walked forward, trying to control Professor Wind, but were stopped by Thomson waving his hand.

The audience was a little quiet, and people's mania was like pouring a spoonful of cold water.

"Give up, Thomson, don't be a sinner of history, it's still too late, don't be a shameless destroyer. ”

"Sinners?" Thomson looked at him viciously and waved his right hand, "Those who cause the earth's ecology to the brink of collapse are not sinners, those who control resources for one country or one force are not sinners, and those who do whatever they want to make the climate continue to deteriorate? Do you understand, the language of the wind?"

"You're crazy! It's hard to understand that the purpose of your research is not to destroy or cause a greater catastrophe for a respected scientist. Think about it, Thomson, you are now a psychopath, a control freak, a slave to power. Wind Whisper sighed.

Thomson calmed down for a few seconds, looked up, and let out a sigh.

"Control, yes, is control, to control everything, including the earth, including human beings. I will no longer be cowardly, I will no longer be constrained by others, never!"

The entire hall was silent, and people's eyes were on Thomson, including Bai Lotte.

Wind whispered his hands and didn't speak, just looked at Thomson, as if waiting for him to continue.

Thomson went on to say, "Well, scientists are always curious and want to find out why, aren't they?"

He glanced at Professor Feng and then glanced around the audience, "In that case, Professor Feng, I want to tell you a story, and after listening to it, you will keep your mouth shut." ”

Without waiting for the Wind to answer, Thomson took two steps to him, crossed his hands over his chest, and began to tell his story.