I Built the Ancient Organization of Salvation

　　When the car arrived at the destination, he got out of the car and stepped into the hotel, and immediately saw a middle-aged man and a young girl on the sofa on the side of the hall.

　　Loft asked with some doubts: "John, Sharon, why are you here?"

　　The middle-aged man known as John had anger on his face, but he was worried about being in the crowd, so he barely suppressed his emotions and asked, "Why are we here? Don't you understand?"

　　"You graduated from university before, and you didn't work well, you didn't start a family, and you went to join some humanitarian relief organization, and you stayed there for several years."

　　"The politicians in the western world who promote humanism, environmental protection, and ideology all day long are actually doing business behind the scenes. You actually believe it stupidly."

　　"That's all. Although I think your brain is stupid, at least you still have three basic concepts that can be saved."

　　Loft pursed his lips hard and explained: "Of course I understand this. I am participating in a real humanitarian relief organization, and it has nothing to do with those politicians."

　　"And... these things have to be done by someone, right? If so, why can't it be me?"

　　The middle-aged John shouted angrily, "Don't interrupt!"

　　The voice was so loud that Sharon, the girl in overalls, had been standing beside her all the time, engrossed in fiddling with the antique film camera, but she was taken aback.

　　The rest of the people in the hotel lobby also looked over.

　　"Look at what you're doing now, you're just like a lunatic! It's been wrong since a few months ago, talking all day long, saying that you want to find the truth of the family and the truth of the world."

　　"You've spent all your savings, but you even sold the assets that your father gave you. I went to see you a few days ago, and I saw someone from the bank showing clients old houses and plantations."

　　"You complete bastard!"

　　Speaking of this, John's face flushed with anger, and he uttered foul language: "Dad is dead, I raised you, if I don't come, aren't you going to sell yourself?"

　　Seeing that the crowd around him were looking at him and others, Loft quickly pulled the two of them and said, "This is a public place. Let's go back to the house if there is anything else."

　　John looked around and realized something was wrong.

　　The three took the elevator upstairs.

　　In the elevator, John saw his daughter Sharon completely immersed in his own world, as if only the antique film camera was left in his eyes, and he felt a myocardial infarction:

　　"And you, Sharon, a teenage girl, don't go into a serious relationship, or study hard and get into a good university, and you know how to play with your films all day long."

　　"You actually use the old method to develop the film yourself, so that the smell of chemicals is everywhere in the yard. If you continue like this, how will you support yourself in the future, not to mention marrying?"

　　Sharon glanced at him and complained, "Dad, I'm a professional photographer. Last month, my income for taking pictures and videos was higher than your salary."

　　John felt that a knife was stabbed straight into his heart, and was so choked that he couldn't say a word, so he could only keep his face straight, and walked across the long corridor with his brother Loft and returned to the place he had reserved.

　　At this time, John's mood finally calmed down a lot: "Loft, stop, our family has no secrets, and the world is normal. Those guys are just ordinary antiques."

　　"If you think about it carefully, anyone in Blue Star can live to the present. If you look back carefully, which one doesn't have a history of millions of years, our family is just a few items left by our ancestors, and there is nothing special about the others."

　　If the real estate and farmland handed down from the ancestors are removed, the Farrell family today is indeed an ordinary working class.

　　Up to now, Loft is also ready to be open and honest, and have a good talk with his brother: "John, I understand that you are doing it for my own good, but please believe that I am not crazy."

　　"On October 10 last year, I remember this day very clearly. When I woke up from the bed, I felt that there was something missing in my brain, and it was empty."

　　"Partners of the rescue organization called and asked when I could go back. I have already taken a full seven-day vacation, and I have not contacted anyone in between."

　　Loft looked at John with a bit of confusion on his face: "I was like, 'I took seven days off? But I don't remember it at all.'"

　　"It was as if I slept and seven days passed, but when I think about it carefully, the memory of these seven days is unmistakable, everything is detailed, and everything is normal. But for some reason, I always feel that this memory is so Not really."

　　"When I returned to the humanitarian aid organization, I was in a trance. I always felt like I forgot something important, but I couldn't remember anything."

　　"So, my buddies let me continue on vacation and adjust my status."

　　"I trained in my dad's house, but I was always restless, so I decided to get myself to do something distracting. I cleaned the whole house in and out, and that's where the turning point came."

　　Loft said, walked to the bed, dragged out the box hidden underneath, and opened it to reveal the stick-shaped stone sculpture.

　　When he picked it up and displayed it from all angles, the other two could clearly see that this was the style of an ancient scroll, but there was a square gap in the middle.

　　"I found this in a pile of old stuff."

　　Loft's eyes were fixed on the scroll stone sculpture, with obsession in his eyes:

　　"The moment I touched it, many pictures appeared in my mind. Although I couldn't see it clearly, I had a strong premonition that it was something I had forgotten!"

　　After this series of words, even Sharon, who had been playing with the film camera, raised her head in horror, and her eyes just met her father John, and both sides could clearly see the same meaning in each other's eyes.

　　"Uncle, you are actually a mental patient!" The girl in overalls said nothing.

　　John patted her head immediately, then turned his head, and said with guilt and sincerity, "Loft, I'm wrong on you, maybe you need a psychiatrist, relax, in modern society, there's nothing to be ashamed of."

　　Loft looked at his brother, then at his niece who looked sympathetic, and let out a helpless sigh: "My brain is normal, this world is not as simple as you think, the deeper the investigation, the more I will The more you realize that.”

　　"In some seemingly normal news, there are actually a lot of tricks hidden."

　　"The officials have been trying their best to hide something. Look at the changes in Blue Star's structure in the last six months, and look at the changes in the direction of social investment. There is definitely a problem."

　　Sharon's eyes showed a glimpse, just when Loft thought that someone finally understood, she heard the girl say: "I understand, uncle, you are not mentally ill, but... In neon words, it is the late stage of secondary school disease. "

　　Loft patted his head: "Forget it, I can't explain it clearly, I will prove it to you."

　　As he said that, he was about to open another box and prepare to restore the stone carving scroll. Suddenly, the lights in the room flickered twice, then completely misfired, and the environment fell into darkness.

　　"Power outage?" Sharon tried to 087.

　　Loft straightened up a little bit and looked out the window. The city lights that lit up early in the dim sky were like ripples spreading, and they were extinguished in large areas.

　　He suddenly felt that the stone carving of the scroll in his hand was hot, and there seemed to be gray-black lines in the sky that flashed away.

　　At that moment, it seemed like an illusion.

　　"No, no, very wrong!"

　　Loft swallowed his saliva, his whole body froze, and a strong sense of crisis rose in his mind inexplicably, but he couldn't find the source, only that there seemed to be beasts peeping at him in all directions.

　　Looking at his younger brother's suspicious appearance, John couldn't help lamenting: This is a disease in front of him!No, I have to get him a psychiatrist.

　　Outside the hotel.

　　At this moment, in the streets and alleys, in the office buildings, whether it is passers-by with mobile phones to scan videos, or employees who use computers to work, they all find that the network signal display has become a striking red cross.

　　"Matsuoka-kun, I can't pass the documents on my computer. Can our company's fax machine still work? What? It can't be used anymore, so what should we do when we work?"

　　"Hey? Why is the signal gone? I just saw the wonderful plot, and the cute platelet is about to appear, but I can't watch it. Is the network provider serious?"

　　Passers-by complained.

　　Just at this moment, a moving car on the road stopped without warning. The following car did not have time to brake, and slammed into it directly, rolling in the air twice and smashing into the storefront on the street.

　　"boom!"

　　During the huge earthquake, fragments shot out, and one of the sawdust slashed the faces of passers-by.

　　The driver who was further behind saw the situation ahead, and in panic, he stepped on the brakes and turned the steering wheel. As a result, he drew an arc and smashed the fire hydrant on the street.

　　"puff……"

　　The water column rose into the sky, and then split and fell in all directions, making the surrounding seem to usher in a torrential rain.The passer-by had been doused in the face before, staring blankly at this scene, and the mobile phone fell to the ground.

　　"what!!!"

　　Only then did the survivors in the smashed store come back to their senses, and suddenly screamed in shock.

　　the other side.

　　7-1, Nagata-cho, Chiyoda-ku, Neon Parliament Building...

　　.......

Chapter 327

　　The main body is white, but the Western-style building with the brown-gray spires in the middle houses the Senate and House of Representatives of the Neon Kingdom.

　　In one of the offices, Daisuke Mashimo, a member of the House of Representatives, sat behind a table and discussed the follow-up investment plan with his retainer Ryota.In addition to his official status, he is also the head of a family with many assets.

　　Although the retainer system passed down from ancient times has died out, but in a neon society with serious class solidification, for a family like them, retainers still exist, but they have changed their names, such as...Secretary.

　　"The focus of the future will be placed on the Yan Kingdom's side."

　　Hearing this, the retainer was immediately puzzled. Since he was also an aide at some point, he didn't take it too seriously, so he bluntly stated his doubts: "Patriarch, this doesn't seem to be in line with our past strategy."

　　The real next family is not a wealthy family, otherwise they would not have accumulated so many years and only got a corner seat in the House of Representatives.

　　The real top families of Neon are all in rotation to sit in the position of the commander.

　　As long as you pay attention to the neon main altar, you will find that the people at the top are always close to each other, and the gate valve has monopolized the top position.For ordinary people, there is not much difference between changing people or not.

　　Because of this, Zhen Xiajia has only recently learned some incredible news.

　　"Do as I say, Ryuta." Daisuke Mashima closed his eyes slightly, with indescribable emotions in his heart: "This world is no longer the world it used to be, and investing early can give the family a way out."

　　"To be precise, it's not too early, and there are people who are more decisive than us, whether it's Europa, Magnesia, or the oil region of China..."

　　"Fortunately, we have never been an anti-inflammatory rightist, but have been very close to the leftist and even the Marxist Party in China, otherwise we would never have had a chance."

　　Long Tai can climb to this position, obviously not stupid.Although the head of the family didn't say it clearly, he had already revealed a lot of information inside and out, enough for him to piece together a vague framework.

　　"Neon is facing some kind of crisis, and the owner of the family is pessimistic because he knows certain things, but friendship with the Yan Kingdom can alleviate the risk of this crisis."

　　"Also, our country is obviously closer to the United States, but the owner of the family made such a decision because the Yan Kingdom is stronger in this regard, or..."

　　"What the hell is going on here!"

　　Long Tai was more and more frightened the more she thought about it.

　　Daisuke Mashima looked at the clock, stood up and walked out: "It's time for the meeting, you can deal with the investment, don't wait for me here."

　　After he arrived at the venue, people were already sparsely seated. Since the issue was not very important, not all of them were present, and it was just a process.

　　Watching the thin and thin man with sparse hair come to the stage and speak eloquently with a manuscript, Daisuke Mashima's mind has drifted to contact with Yan Guo and try to obtain nationality in Xiangjiang.

　　After all, the so-called meeting of Neon is nothing but a performance whose result is already doomed.

　　However, only halfway through the meeting, the lights in the venue suddenly went out.Originally, for safety reasons, there were no windows when it was designed and built, so the entire site immediately fell into complete darkness.

　　In a place with such a high level and such complete facilities, even the emergency lights are not on!

　　"Did the circuit fail?"

　　"Let the staff quickly fix it."

　　"How long does it take to repair it? Everyone's time is very precious. I think it's better to end it like this."