"Heh..."

Looking at the young man's frightened appearance, the middle-aged man smiled a little sarcastically and withdrew the awakening object.

"Kill you, get my hands dirty."

The middle-aged man turned around, looked in the direction of Yu Mo, bent down slightly, and saluted: "My ancestors are fortunate to have killed the enemy with Yu Xianxian, including my grandfather and father, all of whom entered the reserve and died in battle. ”

"Now I'm in the reserves."

"This time, what I asked for was just an obsession in my heart, whether I should kill the demon or not, and whether our family's persistence over the years was wrong."

"Now, my heart is enlightened."

"But in the end, we still have to come up with real evidence to prove that Atai's heart is good."

"As long as I can prove it, I can apologize for all my previous words and deeds, and even slash me twice, it's no problem."

"But I can't prove it, then I still think that Atai needs to be executed."

"Because since my ancestors, all the demons I have experienced, there is not a single good kind, I would rather kill by mistake than let go."

"This move is for the stability of the human race."

This middle-aged man has a solemn expression, resolute eyes, and a touch of respect in his eyes when he looks at Yu Mo.

As if thinking of something, the middle-aged man looked at the young man on the stone pillar again, and sneered again: "But I am not a person from the same road with him, and he is not worthy." ”

After adding a word, the middle-aged retreated into the crowd.

There was silence all the time, and most of the people who were watching nodded slightly.

Obviously, what they do in their hearts is consistent with that of middle age.

This is the logic of normal people's thinking.

But again, it gets to the heart of the matter.

Evidence!

How to prove!

Is it just the story of a few people in the Ink Academy?

"This son's temperament, my ink academy guarantees, is it enough?"

An old voice sounded, and the vice principal of the Mo Academy stepped into the air, landed on the stone platform, stood in front of several students, looked at the people in the audience, and also looked at the camera not far away, and said lightly.

Several students, who were already tired, looked at this back and were stunned for a moment.

They looked at each other with complicated expressions.

Atai buried his head lower, helpless, like a child in trouble, his eyes were ruddy.

"Senior, Mo Academy, we believe."

"But..."

"It's about the position of the human race, the demon race, we... Trust only the evidence. ”

In the end, a somewhat tangled voice sounded in the crowd, and it was the middle-aged man from before, who bowed deeply to the vice principal.

"The Ink Academy has done a lot of hard work for the human race."

"I'm grateful."

"But... Our family, the belief passed down from generation to generation, also needs to be adhered to. ”

"If I can't prove that Atay is kind, I will still insist..."

"Atay should be killed."

The middle-aged voice gradually regained firmness, and he didn't get up for a long time.

Bowing, salute the hard work of the Mo Academy for a hundred years.

Firm, in order to pass on the belief from generation to generation.

Those who were not standing on the stone pillars all slowly bent down and saluted the vice-principal.

Although silent, he has already expressed his own ideas.

Or most of those who abstained from voting were this idea.

The vice-principal looked at this scene, sighed lightly, and opened his mouth to say something more.

"Seniors, everyone, it's not as good as us..."

"Wait?"

"Maybe there's something new."

Yu Mo suddenly spoke, interrupting the vice principal, and at the same time looked at everyone in the audience: "Don't worry, God... It's not dark yet. ”

Raising his head and looking at the sunset that was gradually setting, Yu Mo smiled at the corner of his mouth.

Exceptionally calm.

The crowd in the square looked at each other and eventually fell silent.

Only those who stand on a high platform.

With everyone's silence, it was highlighted at once, nondescript and a little embarrassing.

I even want to jump.

Minutes and seconds passed.

The sun sets.

The moon rises into the sky.

There was a chill in the air.

"Hurry up, there's no evidence!"

"I'm going home!"

"It's just cold and hungry!"

"That's right, we don't have blankets!"

The people on the stone pillar shouted impatiently, especially the few half-demons who came over from the city, and they kept fanning the flames.

"Oh?"

Yu Mo frowned lightly, a little playful, and slowly lifted the blanket on his knees, and put it aside casually, revealing his lower body.

"Now, we're the same."

"Can I bear it, heroes, can't I bear it?"

Yu Mo was still smiling at the people on the stone pillar, but his slightly squinted eyes were a little cold.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and the words were blocked.

"Brother Yu, put it on!"

"What's going on with your legs, who did it!"

The eyes of several reservists in the audience who were straight-up suddenly turned red, and their breathing became heavy.

Yu Mo shook his head lightly and did not respond.

The square fell silent again.

Until a violent engine sounded, and an off-road vehicle engraved with the three words of Demon Town Pass came at a crooked speed, and finally...

It's about to hit the crowd.

Eventually, the car turned around and crashed into a wall.

Cart...

Stopped.

Smoke was billowing from the engine, and it took a long time for the door to slowly open.

A bloodied arm pushed the car door, but the blood on the arm had dried up, and it looked a little alarming under the streetlight.

Yu Sheng slowly walked out of the car, his face pale and terrifying.

He staggered to the stone platform, raised his head, saw Atai, and after making sure that he was still alive, he barely showed a smile.

"I said..."

"There's... There I am. ”

opened the schoolbag that was running all the way, and took out a hard disk with a trembling arm, and slowly put it on the stone platform.

Silently lowered his head and looked at the words on the school bag...

and the brown medal in the backpack.

"Guard... Someone worth guarding. ”

"I did it..."

"Sure enough... Very happy. ”

In the murmur, Yu Sheng leaned on the edge of the stone platform a little weakly, closed his eyes tiredly, and fell asleep.

The back covered with claw marks and the torn clothes were just like that.

However, the wound that had just scabbed over was still faintly oozing blood.

Including near the wound, the rest of the skin, there are old scars.

It looks very hideous.

"Now..."

"What you wanted, here you are."

Yu Mo looked at the figure of Yu Sheng, breathed a sigh of relief, and returned a smile on his face.

Pushing the wheelchair over, he bent down to pick up the hard drive, and his eyes fell on everyone: "The night is long, we... Let's look at a story. ”

Hand the hard drive to a staff member.

The man took the hard drive and turned away.

A moment later.

The large screen in the center of the square suddenly dimmed, and a picture appeared.

And the whole network is played synchronously.

The picture is a little blurry due to its age.