In the dead silence of the office, Michael sat in a state of discouragement, and soon after, he received Paul again. Ron called.

"Big news!" Ron in the hologram looks shocked, but Michael knows where his shock is coming from.

Shen Yuehe...... Temporary Speaker, he, gave up his veto power, and the war bill against the Walken Bald system passed! "Paul. Ron was shocked to announce the ending, he was surprised that Michael was just looking at him coldly, and he didn't understand why he wasn't as shocked as he was.

"Anything else?" Michael asked, somewhat weakly.

"It's war, Haydn! A war authorized by the government of the Silver Alliance! This is the first time in hundreds of years, and you only have one sentence: Is there anything else? Oh my God, what age are we living in? I mean, waging war against aliens behind the backs of hundreds of millions of Silver Alliance citizens? Is this still a democracy......" Ron could go on and on, but was cut off by Michael.

For the sake of their own desires and the interests of a very small number of people, they used the money they extracted from the people and the rights granted by the citizens to ignite a deadly war for an unknowable and uncertain future under this deliberate but flawed outrageous lie, and they succeeded!

They weave a huge net, forming a party at the peak of power, performing in front of people, colluding behind the stage, deceiving his trust with lies and scheming, but no matter how cautious they are, they eventually become a part of being used and indirectly become an accomplice in their conspiracy!

Thinking of this, Michael was angry, but he was also annoyed.

It can't be like that! That's not right! Shen Yuehe lied to me! Bun Chung took advantage of me! He only felt his blood surging and his whole body trembling, but in an instant, a sense of confusion, a grievance, and a sense of frustrated powerlessness made him sit down in his chair, and Michael looked up to the sky and sighed.

At this moment, York's mind suddenly flashed. Alex's young, handsome face, and the intern was smiling softly at him at this time, as if to say, "You are not to blame for all this......

But he immediately recalled the funeral that haunted him to this day, a small mound of graves, reddish-brown coffins, and grieving parents among the green pine and cypress...... They are white-haired people sending black-haired people, and their hearts must be heartbroken.

Michael remembered Alex's father, a retired colonel from the Silver Alliance Navy, who wore an old-fashioned blue and white army uniform and saluted his son...... He noticed that the father's trembling lips, full of tears, and trembling military posture had been maintained for a long, long time.

And Alex's mother, the kind-looking old woman, with the strength of her son's character, endured her grief, but eventually cried several times before the grave and passed out. In front of everyone who came to mourn, she tore up the condolence check of the "Better Tomorrow" company and the large insurance documents, and rushed straight to the special representative who came to mourn despite everyone's obstruction.

"Take your money and give me my son back!" She yelled at the group of insurance brokers and representatives.

That literally roared in Michael's heart......

It wasn't an accident, it was the conspirators who drove the Shadowless Man to kill your son, and I was the one behind it! He shouted frantically in his heart, but on the surface he pretended that nothing had happened, and in the gratitude of the two parents, he sprinkled a handful of dirt on Alex's grave.

Just a job during an internship, they took time out of their busy schedules to attend the funeral as a conscientious politician, but the reality was ......

I killed your children!

He mourned so much that he wept incessantly at Alex's grave, which touched the hearts and minds of all the relatives and friends who came to mourn, and they comforted Michael again and again, and the family became comforting the guests, but the more they comforted, the more Michael burst into tears, and finally it was Alex's mother's words that stopped him from sobbing.

"Our son has followed the right man." She said at the time.

A good guy? Am I? The thought of this was once again in tears on Michael's cheeks.

But I can be one from now on! He secretly made a decision in his heart at the moment.

Wiping away his tears and opening the memory pad, he began to face the miniature lens of the black hole, and after a long silence, he called up the program and began to record.

…… When you see this one, it means that I am dead......

Michael smiled at the camera and said that he had completely let go of the shackles in his heart, and for the first time in many days, he felt so relaxed.

……

The rocky mountains, the gurgling streams, and the sparse bamboo branches grow horizontally in the black-brown soil, which may seem messy and casual, but will pick out a curtain of doors in the cobblestone path.

Michael. Haydn strides from trail to trail. But when he arrived at the small grass house that was famous in Yinmeng, he couldn't help but slow down his pace, he hesitated and stared at the withered yellow closed bamboo door, felt the hardness of the cobblestone under his feet, and then took a deep breath, walked a few steps and pushed the door in.

The pattern of the grass house remains unchanged for eternity, with a table, a chair, an inkstone, several brushes, a few pieces of rough paper, and calligraphy and paintings hanging on two grass gray walls.

As soon as he entered the door, Michael immediately felt a trace of warmth, and compared to the cold realistic environment outside, he couldn't help but bring him a relief that he hadn't felt for a long time.

He saw Wen Zhong, who was hailed by the Kander as 'a wise man who knows the way', who was in the room at this time, dressed in plain white Taoist clothes, standing with his hands behind his back, admiring the ink Milky Way on the wall.

"You're here?" The old man said to Michael. His eyes did not take his eyes off the scroll, but he reached out and stroked the silver beard slowly.

"Well, here we are." Michael nodded with a wry smile, his mind was in turmoil, and in a moment of silence, he slowly stretched his hand to his chest.

"What do you think about that?" Wen Zhong asked suddenly.

"What?" Slightly surprised, Michael immediately understood that he was asking himself what he thought about the painting, and he lowered his arm and walked over to Wen Zhong, beginning to scrutinize the gold-trimmed ink scroll for the first time

It was only at this moment that Michael noticed that this painting was slightly different from the other scrolls hanging between the walls, it was a large pattern, the width of the paper was several times that of an ordinary painting, the ink on it was like a star, the pen was splashed into clouds, and the large blank space had been faintly yellowed, indicating that the painting was very old.