Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 217 Ishua Groden
When Song Shi left the underground hall and walked onto the street, it had already become completely dark.

Although the word "black" is not accurate, the daytime on the Rockal Plain is always dark, and the rare sunlight that escapes penetrates the clouds and shines onto the pale and dirty earth below.

"It is reported that Ishua Groden recently officially announced his candidacy for the next Supreme Court Justice seat. Considering Fubo Energy's recent failure in the geothermal power plant, we have reason to suspect that there is a relationship between Ishua Groden and the Groden family that goes far beyond what they have shown in the past."

On the ceiling wall of the distant building, the host kept chattering on and on.

As the only designated contractor of the "Municipal Energy Supply Bureau", [Fubo Energy] firmly maintains the energy supply of the entire Zhuguang City and clearly marks the price.

Most people living in the outer suburbs are still struggling to make ends meet. The money they manage to save is not even enough to cover virtual network fees and various subscription services, let alone waste it on "turning on the lights."

Except for those factories and office buildings that operate all night long, most of the outer city areas become dead silent after dark.

——This skylight wall, which is hung in the fifth district and broadcasts around the clock and seems out of place with its surroundings, is one of the public welfare construction projects of the municipal government.

It is said that the mayor strongly promoted it.

"Eshua Groden."

Hearing the host's voice floating from above, Song Shi raised his head, but the thick ice spikes hanging on the edge of the iron roof blocked his view. He took another step forward before he could truly see the skylight wall.

A picture pops up next to the host at the appropriate time.

On the podium where cameras were pointed at, a man in his forties in a suit and tie had a serious expression on his face. Behind him, a holographic slogan "Speak for your dignity, fight for others" was extremely eye-catching.

Screen switching.

It was still the same man, standing at the lawyer's seat, facing the eyes of the people in the court, with an excited expression, as if he was scolding something.

The screen keeps switching.

Most of the scenes take place in the court, where there are factory workers with ill-fitting prosthetic limbs, ragged vagrants, and corporate people with decadent faces and bruised noses and swollen faces. Only in the lawyer's seat does the man's figure never leave, and there is never a trace of fear on his face.

Song Shi chewed on the name, he had an impression of it.

No, it’s more like “familiarity” than an impression.

Because this man was quite famous, he had heard a lot about him during the past few months in Zhuguang City.

"The Protester," Ishua Groden.

Obviously, he was a member of the Groden family and was even awarded the supreme honor of "Whole Man". He should have enjoyed a wonderful life as a super person, but he resolutely gave up all of the above and turned to the profession of voluntary lawyer.

——He even dyed Groden’s iconic and proud bright red hair brown!

His past support as "Groden" allowed him to have an extremely luxurious job in the judicial industry. Therefore, when he abandoned his identity as Groden and became a volunteer lawyer, it was a dimensionality reduction blow to the latter.

When it comes to those lower-class people who need legal assistance, Ishua only charges extremely low fees each time, but is willing to spend a lot of energy, running around for them and doing his best to realize their demands.

Even when faced with a huge and complex community of interests formed by companies and courts, Ishua could only regrettably fail despite his best efforts. However, at such times, he could usually strive for a result that was not so "disastrous" - by relying on the identity of "Groden".

After all, even though he had announced his separation from the Groden family, the others still did not want to take the risk themselves and were more or less willing to give in a little.

But this "slight" concession is enough to allow those who struggle all day to breathe a sigh of relief.

Thanks to these persistent efforts, the name "Ishua" has accumulated great fame in the past few years. Many people have high hopes for him, believing that he can change everything now and perhaps find a new way out for the Light Forging City and the Rockal Plains.

".Protesters?" Then, Song Shi sneered: "In order to bring the judicial system under control and regain the monopoly of the municipal government, Fubo Energy really has a long-term plan and has put in a lot of effort."

Song Shi withdrew his gaze and never looked at him again.

He walked forward, throwing all this aside and thinking about what Chakoro had said not long ago.

No matter how you look at it, "Yao Xing San", the leader of the intelligent machines who once led the Freedom Revolution, should have fallen completely.

During these days of contact, although Lapis Lazuli still looked confused about memory, but based on his intuition, he felt that the other party should be related to "Yao Xing San", but it was unlikely to be the real him.

Even if we put aside our intuition for the moment, and just look at what Chakoro said - given his current status and strength, since he said "die too early", Yaoxing San will not survive. If we think about it this way, if we want to find out the identity of Lapis Lazuli, it seems that we can start with the intelligent machines around "Yaoxing San" back then.

The Enlightened Ones should have the information saved. I will ask them for a copy later.
Song Shi suddenly stopped.

On the side of a street formed by solidified sewage and covered with frost, a skinny young man knelt on the ground and forced himself to put his palms together - both of his hands had been replaced with prosthetic limbs, most likely second-hand goods from a black clinic. The mechanical palms of different sizes put together looked a bit funny.

But there was nothing funny about the boy's expression.

He knelt on the ground, bowing devoutly towards the sky wall in the distance, praying for the man above.

".What are you doing?"

After a long time, when the boy finally finished the simple prayer ceremony and heard the sound of insertion, he was stunned at first, and then he saw the gun on the other party's waist. He subconsciously jumped up and tried to rush into the alley next to him.

A sharp blast of air suddenly cut through.

The boy's movements suddenly stopped. He looked carefully and saw a black coin card deeply inserted into the wall in front of him, and the exposed end was still vibrating.

"Let's chat." The other party said briefly.

The young man swallowed and after a long while, he slowly spoke.

Perhaps because he was too nervous, or perhaps because he was clumsy in speaking, the boy spoke haltingly, but the other party said nothing, did not interrupt or ask, and waited until he finished speaking.

"Ishua, a good man." The young man said with a strong accent, clenching his teeth: "My mother was exposed to radiation at the energy storage battery factory and became sick. He helped my mother get the compensation back. Now she is rich! She was cured!"

After saying this, he looked at the person in front of him cautiously.

Mainly stare at the other person's hands.

The other party still didn't speak, but just raised his head and looked at the sky.

It is difficult to see the stars in the city.

The neon forest singing all night long shines into the atmosphere, creating a haze that brightens the night sky and makes it difficult to see stars that are not bright enough.

In this case, the outer city area is obviously an exception. One of the famous tourist attractions in Zhuguang City is to take a shuttle at night, starting from the inner city, circling the outer city area, lying on the open-air balcony, and admiring the vast and magnificent starry sky.

The stars are shining brightly tonight.

The setting moon is looming among the clouds, and the dim and twinkling stars turn into a long river, like smooth white satin across the sky, dragging a very long flow mark, slowly rotating with the wind.

Finally, Song Shi withdrew his gaze.

He ejected a few data cards with black coins and threw them to the still uneasy man: "The Fifth District will not be peaceful in the future. Take these, take your mother to live in the Second District, find someone to replace you, and find a job for yourself."

"I have already moved to the second district." The young man hesitated for a long time before slowly picking up the data card and saying, "I came here to deliver goods. Now, I am preparing to go home."

Then, the boy said forcefully: "The Enlightened One used the compensation to help find a good doctor! He is a good man! My mother is now working in a beverage assembly factory!"

His voice gradually became quieter, and he raised his head with some fear and looked at the person in front of him.

Because the other person suddenly laughed.

"what"

His laughter was quite loud, as if he had heard something refreshing and joyful.

When the laughter disappeared, the boy's pupils suddenly shrank. He looked around, but did not see any figure - just now, in a moment of distraction, the other person disappeared.

He stayed there for a long time, then picked up the data card in a state of anxiety, stuffed it tightly into the innermost layer of his clothes, and ran away from the scene in a few steps.

(End of this chapter)