A person could not be considered alive just because their physiological functions were still functioning normally. When a person was remembered by many people and could not be forgotten, his will had never actually died.
When Ren Xiaosu realized he could not summon Jiang Xu with the Temple of Martyrs, he knew there was no turning back.
However, he did not regret it. Perhaps Jiang Xu did not want to continue living as a spirit either.
Because at that time, Jiang Xu would have become Ren Xiaosu's subordinate. How could a clean person like Jiang Xu possibly accept such an outcome?
At some point, after Ren Xiaosu said those words, Luo Lan even felt Jiang Xu's golden figure would slowly appear.
Fortunately, Jiang Xu did not appear, so Luo Lan was still unaware that Ren Xiaosu had replicated the Temple of Martyrs.
At this moment, Ren Xiaosu sighed and looked at Yang Xiaojin. "Does your shoulder hurt?"
"It hurts." Yang Xiaojin said straightforwardly, "But I can still endure it and fight."
"Alright, let's make a trip to Hope Media first," Ren Xiaosu said. He looked at Luo Lan. "What do you guys think? Are you going to stay in Luoyang City or leave?"
"Of course we're staying. We have to give an explanation for Mr. Jiang Xu's death." Luo Lan narrowed his eyes and said, "Leave the assassin in your hands to us. I'll interrogate him."
"There's no need." Ren Xiaosu picked up the assassin's neck and broke it easily at the spot where Jiang Xu had died. "There's a type of bug in their hearts, so they can't be interrogated. I brought him here so that he can be used as an offering."
Zhou Qi looked at Ren Xiaosu's calm face and suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.
Other people used pig heads and apples as sacrifices to their relatives and friends, but Ren Xiaosu used a real human life.
Suddenly, a window on the fifth floor of a residential building opposite the intersection was pulled open, and a child shouted, "Guardian, please avenge Mr. Jiang Xu!"
Ren Xiaosu was stunned for a moment and looked at the child. He was only eight or nine years old, but his eyes were red and his face was sincere.
The adults in that family hurriedly covered the child's mouth and dragged him into the house, afraid that the child had offended someone he should not have offended.
What was happening in Luoyang City was no longer something ordinary people could participate in.
In a panic, the adults wanted to apologize to Ren Xiaosu. Although they did not know why they should apologize, they were afraid their children would offend Ren Xiaosu.
However, Ren Xiaosu suddenly said, "You're so young. Do you know who Jiang Xu is?"
The child broke free from his parents and leaned against the windowsill, shouting, "I know. Grandpa Jiang Xu used to be an investigative reporter, and he's now the chief editor of Hope Media. When the adults eat and drink, they always say that Grandpa Jiang Xu is the only one who dares to tell the truth."
Ren Xiaosu laughed. "Do you worship him?"
"Yes, I want to be an investigative reporter when I grow up!" the child shouted.
Ren Xiaosu nodded and said, "Remember your dream. If you still want to be an investigative reporter when you grow up, but you're worried that someone will threaten your safety, you can come to the Northwest to look for me. My name is Ren Xiaosu."
After saying that, Ren Xiaosu led Yang Xiaojin and the others to Hope Media.
The streets were still empty, except for the flowers that had been drenched by the rain and the corpses that were dripping with blood.
However, Ren Xiaosu's mood suddenly brightened a little.
Did you see that after you died, when the killer attacked, none of those who said they hated the killer dared to come forward to avenge you?
This is the real world we're in.
But all of this is not important. What's important is that you left some light behind.
Just like inheritance and reincarnation, time will give us the answer.
…
The building of Hope Media was dilapidated, and it looked even more desolate in the rain.
Ren Xiaosu walked in from the door, and the reporters and editors in the building stood up and looked at him silently.
He looked around at these panicked and sad people. Everyone's eyes were red, and he wondered how long they had been crying.
However, even after Jiang Xu left, they still stuck to their posts. Jiang Xu left a total of four letters. One was for Ren Xiaosu, and one was for all his colleagues.
Jiang Xu did not say any tragic words in his heart. He just calmly told them to work hard and not let the truth go unrecorded because of all the messy things that had happened.
He also remembered to remember to water the kaffir lily on the windowsill in his office. He did not want it to wither and die and suffer this unexpected disaster.
In addition, he also congratulated a female reporter on her upcoming marriage. It was a pity that he could not attend the wedding in person.
The letter was very trivial. It was like an old man holding a cup of hot tea by the stove and warmly greeting his juniors.
When Zhang Chentong read the letter in the building, everyone cried their eyes out.
Now that they knew what Ren Xiaosu had done in Luoyang City, they were deeply grateful to Ren Xiaosu for standing up for Hope Media and Jiang Xu again at this time.
Meanwhile, Ren Xiaosu quietly watched everything that was going on in Hope Media until he saw the wall filled with names. Then he walked up to it and seriously carved two words on it with a black saber: "Jiang Xu."
Sobbing began to sound in the building. Ren Xiaosu silently walked upstairs to Jiang Xu's office.
In front of the office, Zhang Chentong stuffed a letter into Ren Xiaosu's hands. "This is what the chief editor wrote to you before he left."
"Thank you." Ren Xiaosu nodded and entered Jiang Xu's office. The pot of kaffir lily on the windowsill looked like it had just been wiped.
Ren Xiaosu took a deep breath and opened the envelope. He stood by the window and quietly read the contents of the letter.
It turned out that Jiang Xu really had a premonition of his death in advance.
Looking at the words that were clearly a farewell, Ren Xiaosu suddenly felt a great sadness in his heart.
Before this, he did not cry when he heard the bad news about Jiang Xu.
He did not cry when he faced the wind and rain on the way here.
He did not cry when he failed to summon Jiang Xu on the streets of Luoyang City.
But at this moment, as he looked at the words that seemed like they were just idle chatter, tears suddenly fell from his eyes.
He had once told Yan Liuyuan not to cry and that the world did not believe in tears. But now, he could not suppress his own sadness.
Ren Xiaosu placed the letter in his hand into the palace and placed it in the most conspicuous position in the palace's display cabinet to tell himself that even before Jiang Xu died, he still hoped that he could be the other ray of light in this world.
He turned around and walked out. As he walked, he asked Luo Lan, "How many people does the Kyung Clan have in Luoyang City?"
Luo Lan replied calmly, "71 people. We can use them at any time."
Actually, it was taboo to ask this question, but Luo Lan was very happy because Ren Xiaosu's words meant that he trusted the Kyung Clan.
Ren Xiaosu said, "Get the Kyung Clan to retrieve the surveillance footage of the entire city for the past month and then send it to the Northwest for me and hand it over to Wang Yun."
"It'll be a little difficult. These 71 people don't have many weapons in their hands, and the Kyung Clan has never treated Luoyang City as a priority," Luo Lan said matter-of-factly.
There was no need for him to put on an act. If he wanted to obtain the surveillance footage of the entire city, he would have to take over a lot of places first. And this was the Qinghe Group's territory.
Ren Xiaosu did not say anything and walked straight out of the Hope Media building.
Luo Lan was stunned. He saw his maidservant, Wang Yuchi, and the others standing outside the door. Ren Xiaosu said to Zhou Yingxue, "The Kyung Clan has reported to you. Can you take them to take over Luoyang City?"
Wang Yuchi laughed. "Brother Xiaosu, don't worry. Even without Sister Yingxue, the eight of us can still do it."
With that, the eight students all materialized their armor. The eight sets of armor looked extremely sturdy. It was as though they had refined and improved the structure of the armor while they were in school.
In the early days, Ren Xiaosu had left behind a lot of nanomachines for them. Later on, Luo Lan sent over another batch of nanomachines. While Ren Xiaosu, Wang Fugui, and the others were working hard for their "home," these students did not stay idle either.
And now, they had all grown up.
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