The World is Sick

Satomi Rentaro's remodeled arm was pounding hard on the huge stone tablet, a little furious.

"They're human! Human! What have these children done wrong!"

"I'm going to find Tendo Kikunojo. He is the person in charge of the monolith proposal. He should come and see how these children are living!"

Cousin Kevin was surprised and shook his head slightly.

"Don't forget, his wife died in the Gastrea War, so he hated Gastrea and the cursed child for a long time."

"Besides, you want to impress such a hard-hearted politician with sadness? Is that what Tendo Kikunojo taught you?"

During his time as the adopted son of the Tendo family, Tendo Kikunojo wanted to train Rentaro into a politician and took him to various banquets.

At the same time, as a disciple of Kikunojo, he has been practicing as a Buddha statue maker.

Satomi Rentaro sighed deeply when he recalled the nature of that stubborn old man.

If justice and friendship were useful, Tendo Kisara's parents would not have been abandoned by Tendo Kikunojo.

"What if we propose to build an orphanage in the abandoned commercial area first, or recruit adopters from the society?"

Satomi Rentaro was a little unwilling, and after careful consideration, he thought of two other measures.

Kevin tapped his fingers on the huge stone tablet, his eyes were deep, as if he was independent of the chessboard.

"Do you really think that group of scumbags hate the Son of the Curse?"

"I'm afraid... afraid of the secrets buried in them!"

Chapter 502 Chapter [-] The Underage Angel of Judgment (Second Change)

The reason is simple, there are hundreds of infected orphans, even if they have inhuman power, it is not difficult to resettle them at the national level.

After all, the invasion of gastroenterology did not really shake the government's organizational and management capabilities.

If you are worried about their mutation, you should extract blood as soon as possible to develop a vaccine against the antigenic enterovirus.

Even if there is a small loss of control, it should not be a problem to mobilize the army to suppress it.

However, the operation of the Japanese government seems to be a little nervous. Not only did they build two huge stone monuments, but they basically refused to let any materials flow in here.

In addition, the streets of Tokyo yesterday were still full of feasting and feasting, and there were no broadcasts related to the son of the curse on various information webpages and news.

Even if some news circulated, it was all negative smears. These children were either forgotten or demonized, becoming symbols of fear and evil.

There is probably only one reason for the Japanese government to make such a big move-these sons of the curse have some kind of secret that cannot be revealed.

If you sit back and watch the children of the curse flow into the society, once someone with a heart tracks them down, even if they get some clues, it will cause severe social turmoil.

Seriously speaking, the national government may go bankrupt or even collapse directly!

Therefore, every insider is covering the cover, even if they are not the instigators, but after getting into the situation, they have to join forces.

Occasionally, some different voices will naturally be dismissed and rejected by the group, and eventually cited as absurd remarks.

Politics, in many cases, is not the judgment of right and wrong, and the distinction between good and evil, trade-offs and compromises are its true colors.

Secret... What is the big secret?Dare to let a group of politicians block information for three months, betting their own political career and what little conscience they have?

If this is pulled out, I am afraid that Japan will change the sky...

I don't know why, Kevin thought of this, hehe smiled, and there was an inexplicable sense of anticipation in his heart.

"What if we disclose information about these children? In the information age, they can't block all the roads, can they?"

"I believe that there will always be someone on the side of the Sons of the Damned!"

Satomi Rentaro's eyes lit up after hearing Kevin's horrifying guess.

"It seems that you are really not suitable to be a politician, Rentaro..."

Kevin glanced at the bustling construction site with a gloomy expression.

"You lived in the abandoned business district for a few months, how many times have you heard about the Son of the Damned?"

"Even the well-established Seventh Heaven bar on Midgar Avenue has no information about the Son of the Damned, let alone those social animals in Tokyo who enjoy a peaceful life."

"Although people have a sense of empathy, they have not become too indifferent to tragedies, and they can still shed tears and empathize with them."

"In times of crisis, people who can donate money and materials, or even stay neutral and add trouble, are already rare."

"Nearly 2 people commit suicide every year in Japan. The gastrulation invasion in the past few months also caused tens of thousands of deaths and hundreds of thousands of people waiting to be resettled."

"For most people, they may not even be able to completely overcome the pressure of their own life. How can they have time to meddle in the affairs of hundreds of children? Not to mention some rumors with unknown information."

"Even if your news is broadcast, it will be treated as a rumor, and it will even bring more trouble to Tiantongmu."

Satomi Rentaro's teeth were chattering, he wanted to refute, and thought carefully, but he had to admit that the white-haired Shota in front of him hit the point of the question with every sentence.

Kevin paused, pointed to the high wall of the huge stone tablet behind him, and raised the corners of his lips.

"Rentaro, why did you go to great lengths to build two giant stone monuments and high walls as a government?"

"The first and second giant stone monuments block not only gastroenterology, but more importantly, isolate the truth!"

"Furthermore, these specially selected scum guards are vicious dogs baring their teeth at passers-by, stifling everyone's curiosity with viciousness."

"I promise, your news, let alone the second one, won't even get out of the first huge stone tablet!"

Satomi Rentaro was silent for a moment, with a bitter expression on his face.

"So, we can only hang the lives of these children with supplies? And then watch them be consumed in the second wave of gastrulation invasion in the future?"

Kevin rolled his eyes and frowned coldly.

"You still want to give them a quiet life now? It's too late!"

"Let's not talk about coming in next time, it's not that easy..."

"Although you have made such a big move, although you are kind to the children of the curse, you have gone too far. You have already disturbed the mastermind who wanted to block the news."

"If things get serious, before the gastroenterology comes, these cursed children will disappear early, do you believe it?"

"Maybe, we can see a good show tonight."

Satomi Rentaro's face was startled, he grabbed Kevin's shoulder with a gloomy expression.

"how do you know?"

"Guess..."

Kevin tapped his temples, responded angrily, and then pushed Satomi Rentaro's arm away, but he was somewhat determined in his heart.

As soon as Leiden Mei, the eldest lady of the ME club, expressed her intention to condolences to the cursed son in person, she was warned by Hiruko Yingyin's father and daughter to assassinate her.

This is enough to prove that the group of people on the opposite side are well aware of their actions, and they are even more secretive about the secrets of the Cursed Son, and will never allow anyone who wants to discover it.

If you want to see the secret clearly, many times, you will die...

Moreover, many people will die...

"What should I do?"

Satomi Rentaro seriously asked people who might know the remedial measures. Although he didn't learn much about political methods, the people who might be favored by the Assistant Minister Tendo Kikunojo were definitely not stupid.

From the moment he saw this angel rising from the deep sea, Satomi Rentaro knew that Kevin should not be treated as an ordinary child.

It's just that this little guy surprised him too much. He didn't look like a holy angel at all, but a devil who wanted to understand people's hearts.

"Eat and sleep, if you are not in a hurry to go back, stay and watch the theater together at night..."

Kevin waved his hands indifferently, yawned and wandered along the deserted streets, Satomi Rentaro nodded thoughtfully.

As long as the ME club doesn't leave for a day and there are no radical actions, these cursed children will be safe for the time being.

However, no one knows how long Raiden Ryoma can last.

Moreover, according to a certain white-haired fox's guess, as long as someone hangs around here, there will definitely be some tricks over there.

The shady scene that shakes a country... God knows what is coming, you really can hold your breath.

Satomi Rentaro looked at the back of Kevin going away, his mood gradually calmed down, and he secretly stroked his forehead and complained.

Although I believe in local Shintoism and have practiced as a Buddha statue maker, as long as you can save these children, I can convert to Christ.

I hope that you, an angel, can not only bring salvation, but also...judgment!

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Chapter 503 Chapter [-] It's a pity not to kill people in this weather (third update)

Kevin's recent actions basically have a certain purpose, and the so-called "hanging out" is the same.

He had some doubts in his heart that he hadn't solved, and he wanted to see if there was any breakthrough on Gilhera's side, so he was looking for the code left by the wild snake lady all the way.

After several turnarounds, Kevin saw a lonely figure sitting on a reef at the beach, swimming towards the sea.

After shaking hands dozens of times, Gilhera kept entertaining herself, and turned around to pick up some more stones from nearby to throw, repeating that childish and childish game.

However, a hand protruded from behind her, and the palm was full of picked stones.

Gilhera froze for a moment, gave Kevin a blank look, picked up a stone, threw a beautiful splash, and then hummed softly to laugh at herself.

"If you don't play house with those little girls, how can you come to me to care for the empty-nest elderly when you have time?"

Kevin looked at the calm sea, looking calm.

"Didn't you track down the whereabouts of your adoptive mother Mina?"

Gilhera nodded helplessly, and took the initiative to share some information she had obtained.