Chapter 143: Sorting out the report (10,000 words today, ask for subscription)

At home, Yorkham Jones put down the newspaper and got up to look outside.

In the city, countless lights were shining so brightly that everyone seemed to have forgotten the faith of the night, and it was an unusual night, and Yorkham Jones even heard a burst of crying.

Not far downstairs, a circle of candles burned in the shape of a heart.

It seems that everyone is honoring the memory of their dead compatriots, of these compatriots whom they never knew.

"Who remembers you..."

With a sigh, Yorkham Jones stepped aside and picked up a photo of Hornby and his companions.

Horn in the photo is very young and looks like a shy teenager.

"At least you have what you want..."

With a whisper, Yorkham Jones fetched a lighter and lit the picture.

As the fire ignited, Yorkham Jones threw the photograph out of the window, and at the same time, countless paper lamps flew out of the city.

At this moment, a breeze blew, and the photo of the flame suddenly chased towards the countless paper lamps.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Yorkham Jones couldn't help laughing:

"Hah..."

After a few sighs of relief, Yorkham Jones took a pen and paper and began to write.

"Your Excellency the Great 'Daya Light Saint Maiden Knight King Justice Star Spirit', I am a light devotee, maybe this world no longer needs the real truth, maybe it is already a very good result at present, but where the light looks, there must be light. ”

After writing the first paragraph, Yorkham Jones pondered, and he began to retrace every detail of the explosion in his head.

After a while, he wrote:

"Hornby Ike, a great idealist and a criminal against humanity, a graduate of St. Cotine's College, and when I first met him, he was humming in St. Cotin's Square, and his song was like a free white gull flying in the sea breeze..."

“...”

"'Angel Zone', it's a good name, the house they live in really flies in the sky, if it hadn't been born in the 'slum', maybe it would have been the design of the Honorary Continent, in addition, the song there is very good, like a flower in the morning sun, every life is growing towards the light, and waiting to bloom..."

"The 'House of Hope', I have never understood such hope, the food that countless animals do not eat is made into delicious dishes, although it is rotten and stinky, it can at least make people 'live'..."

“...”

"A polluted world..."

"The Hidden Truth..."

"Lilith the Witch of Pleasure'..."

"Puppet Town... World-shakers..."

Yorkham Jones didn't hide anything, even his relationship with Dale was written on it, and it was a full five or six pages before he stopped.

"Light can be witnessed. ”

Write the last sentence, and Yorkham Jones snaps it up and sets it aside.

As the thick aroma of meat wafted, Yorkham Jones, Ching, and Yomi enjoyed their food quietly.

It was still noisy outside, and the clamor of crying and emotion was almost the only theme of the days, in stark contrast to Yorkham Jones's home.

After dinner, after a few hours of teaching Jingqing with Yomi, the city finally quieted down.

Taking advantage of today's rare quiet, the two of them looked at the starry sky for a while and fell asleep.

...

At night, there is no shortage of people watching the night sky.

On the roof of a house, a pure white girl is clubbing her chin, holding a book called "The Awakening of the Machine", on which the protagonists are two mechanical girls, and the supporting characters are abstract images of Yorkham Jones and Dale.

In the book, two cute dolls are watching the starry sky with a pure white girl.

"Is this the real world?" one of them asked suddenly.

"Yes. The pure white girl nodded back.

"It must be the same as the world before me. Another puppet muttered.

"What will happen to us after that?" asked the puppet who asked the question earlier.

The pure white girl smiled and replied:

"I created both of you, so of course you follow me!"

"I'll design your real body, but none of your previous identities can be used, because those names belong to someone else. ”

"So, before you do that, you have to think about who you are, not who you are going to play..."

"But don't worry, I won't imprison you all the time, and when you learn to understand yourself and learn to live in this world safely, I will let you go. ”

"Is it true to yourself?" muttered to the two puppets at the same time, and then quietly looked at the paper lanterns flying in the night sky.

...

The next day, at eight o'clock in the morning, at breakfast, Yorkham Jones picked up the latest issue of the Ace of Hearts.

After folding it into violets, Yorkham Jones watched carefully.

"'Joy' awakens. ”

"In the past two days, something big has happened to love Johnson again!"

"Of course, I'm not saying love the Jonson Big Bang, after all, it's so famous. ”

"Ladies and gentlemen, in the days of the Big Bang, the demon representing 'Joy' came to the real world..."

"Another great demigod, it seems that the great era is really coming!"

"Also, I'm telling you a secret. ”

"The Ijonson bombing is not as simple as it is in the newspapers. (Although I'm also a newspaper)"

"This matter, there are three sons of fate involved, as for which profession, I won't go into details, because this is a secret, if you are interested, you can go out of Huaer to buy, I will be happy to sell it for a good price. ”

Then, in a different handwriting, it was written:

"The Endless Sea has changed, and the Poseidon Vortex has appeared. ”

"The 'Treasure Emperor', the 'Mysterious Empress', the 'Immortal Emperor', and the 'Straw Hat Emperor' are all involved. ”

"Because of the accident, the great Holy Maiden of Light is likely to be out of trouble in the next few days..."

"Everyone, if you are still in the kingdom of Nockland, if you are not a normal person, I will send you a piece of advice, and leave quickly..."

"Also, the identity of the Morning Star Spirit has been confirmed, and he is a child..."

"Yes, you read that right, the new Dawn Star Spirit is only three years old, and his mind is completely immature, and he knows almost nothing but play and make a person..."

"I can't judge Morninglight's choice, but right now, the kingdom around him has been made a mess by Him... You can even see a war going on, and countless weapons are turned into toys and lollipops..."

"I think someone urgently needs to educate him right now, but who can educate the demigods?"

"Ouch!

"Do you think I'm crazy? Actually, it's not, it's just that as soon as I finished writing it, my pen and paper became toys..."

"I'm going to write it again..."

“...”

"I advise you not to complain about the demigod, even if he's just a child, because I've written it 100 times, and I'm still rewriting it..."

Seeing this, Yorkham Jones couldn't help but laugh:

"It's funny... An immature demigod with a chaotic zone of wars is a good configuration..."

PS: Chapter 5 is presented, and this month should be able to end the first volume...

The second volume has two lines of thought, which are currently being decided.

If you're watching the story, you can comment to tell me you like that idea.

One: Ocean, as a pirate to explore the treasure as the bright line, each time a legendary treasure is followed by a team mission.

2: Map conversion, go to different countries, start with the branch, and then converge the bus, and each map opens a team task.