Chapter 118: It’s Too Late to Mend the Fence After the Sheep Have Been Lost (23)

Shen Minghuan is an SS-level talent who has just awakened his spiritual power!

As soon as this news came out, it was like a spark falling into an oil pan, instantly igniting the entire Star Network.

In the morning, they also built two high-rise buildings in the Alliance Square with blessings, and defended the rights of minors for Shen Minghuan in the comment area of ​​the official notice.

In the afternoon, this person changed from S-level to SS-level, from the Alliance Youth Genius to the second Tang Chaoyan?

Netizens looked at the Star Network for a long time, and finally gritted their teeth and shed tears, removing the words they had sent for Shen Minghuan word by word.

[I know it’s wrong to vent my anger, but I can’t help it. Is it a coincidence? Just a coincidence? Shen Minghuan and Tang Chaoyan have nothing to do with each other, right? ]

[Young people may not know that the border of the Alliance was lost sixteen years ago, and the Zerg even invaded near the seventh-magnitude star Wuxing. ]

[My father died in that battle. Because of Tang Chaoyan, I have no father. ]

[If the tool cannot be used by us, it is highly toxic! Our current technological level is not enough to have a deep enough understanding of mental power. Who can prove that SS is a gift rather than a curse? 】

[Hasn't the number of people who died in the past 16 years been enough? Please prohibit Shen Minghuan from going to the front line. Only people with evil minds can awaken the SS level, or the SS level has the risk of making people lose their minds and be assimilated into the Zerg. None of us can bear this responsibility. 】

[Commander Shen is not that kind of person. He is very popular in school. He is recognized as honest, kind and helpful. Why can't we trust him once? Don't forget that the SS level is currently the only hope to eliminate the Zerg queen. 】

[You are not very old, right? If you have experienced that period, you will know that Tang Chaoyan's reputation was even better than Shen Minghuan's. At that time, he was also a hero praised by everyone. 】

*

While the Star Network was in an uproar, there was also controversy within the alliance as to whether Shen Minghuan was still suitable for the front line.

Although they were a little angry at Xie Xu for hiding this man's true level, there was no law in the alliance that required it to be announced, so they could only curse.

To be fair, this was actually very unfair to Shen Minghuan. He did nothing wrong, but he was gifted with abilities beyond the reach of his time.

There was no way not to be wary. If this man also rebelled for no reason, no one in the alliance could easily stop him.

In the principal's office, Mo Sinian raised his head stubbornly, "You shouldn't push Ming Huan out, this matter has nothing to do with him."

"You think I want, Mo Sinian, if it's not for your father..."

Xie Xu took a deep breath and realized that his emotions were not right. He seemed to have a rage in his heart, gushing but didn't know how to vent, "Lu Zhiyi hacked into the surveillance system for you? Do you know that this is a crime! Since you have survived, why do you have to get involved in this matter? Do you know how many people you have implicated because of you!"

Mo Sinian stared with red eyes, "I didn't want to implicate others."

No one asked for his opinion, he didn't want to exchange fate with another baby, he didn't want to live in a family that resented each other with guilt, and he didn't want to bear such a heavy burden.

He has never been able to make his own choice.

Even when Xie Xu used Shen Minghuan to replace him, he didn't ask him if he was willing.

Xie Xu looked at the tears in Mo Sinian's eyes and closed his eyes dejectedly.

What the hell is this.

Xie Xu rubbed his forehead and angrily dialed Mo Hongxue's communication.

A miniature 3D image of Mo Hongxue was reflected above the open space in front. He was still wearing combat uniforms, and his face was faintly tired, but he was still gentle and calm.

Mo Sinian was also in Mo Hongxue's communication perspective. He didn't seem surprised to see this scene in front of him. He asked with a smile: "Principal, did Sinian get into trouble at school?"

Xie Xu was about to speak, but suddenly looked at the expression on the 3D image suspiciously. He was immediately furious: "Mo Hongxue, you are not going to care about this expression?"

This matter involves Shen Minghuan, and it has made such a big fuss. How could Mo Hongxue not know? His pretending to be ignorant can only be a statement.

Mo Sinian, who had lowered his eyes and said nothing since he saw Mo Hongxue, suddenly looked up and exclaimed: "Father!"

Mo Hongxue sighed and patiently explained: "It's not that I don't want to care, but I can't care. You can see it, the front line..."

He was interrupted by a strong knock on the door halfway through his words.

Xie Xu's expression changed several times, and finally he pressed the door lock controller on the table with a guilty conscience.

The door was opened, and the person rushed to Xie Xu's table with footsteps like the wind, and his upper body almost crossed the table.

Shang Chi didn't even catch his breath, his eyes were full of panic, "Teacher, didn't Ming Huan leave with you? What happened!"

Xie Xu couldn't help but shrink back.

Mo Sinian stepped forward guiltily, "I'm sorry Shang Chi, it's all because of me..."

Shang Chi turned his head suddenly. When he entered the door, his mind was full of Shen Ming Huan, and he couldn't pay any attention to the surrounding environment, so he only saw a person and a shadow in the room now.

"What do you mean?" Shang Chi asked coldly.

Mo Hongxue frowned slowly, and had a vague sense of foreboding.

"He caused some trouble on the underground first floor of the school history museum, and I pushed Shen Minghuan."

Xie Xu's words were concise and vague. He looked at Mo Hongxue sarcastically, "The underground first floor of the First Military Academy History Museum, you should know what's inside."

Mo Hongxue frowned even more tightly.

Shang Chi didn't understand, but he didn't care either. He asked in disbelief: "Teacher, so what you mean is that it's obviously Mosnian's problem, but you use Ming Huan to pay for it?"

"I..." Xie Xu smiled bitterly, "Shang Chi, there is a reason for this."

This is admission.

Shang Chi's eyes suddenly changed, and all the warmth and trust he once had faded away in an instant. He took a step back, not hiding his wariness and resentment.

He turned to look at Mo Hongxue and said in a sad tone, "Do you even agree?"

This was a strange question, as if he and Shen Minghuan were very familiar.

A strange feeling flashed through Mo Hongxue's mind, which prevented him from answering immediately.

Of course, Shangchi understood it as acquiescence.

The hatred shown on the young man's face shocked everyone. Xie Xu had no doubt that if this man had a knife in his hand at this moment, he would be eager to stab them all to death.

Xie Xu hurriedly shouted: "Shang Chi, calm down!"

Shang Chi trembled. He seemed to realize that he was in a weak position and hurriedly carefully hid his anger.

He lowered his head, and his voice even sounded a bit flattering, "What are you going to do to let Ming Huan go? If you take the blame, I can do it. I will be more cooperative than Ming Huan."

This is his student, the student he brought back from Lanxing and carefully trained and cared for.

Shang Chi has a livelier personality than Shen Minghuan. Apart from being a little reserved when they first met, he has been very comfortable since then and will tell him jokes to make him happy.

How have you ever looked so cautious?

Xie Xu felt very uncomfortable.

Just saying "misunderstanding" would be too understated, but there was a deeper reason that he couldn't explain right now. After all, it involves loopholes in the alliance's legal system at a larger scale, and the current commander of the Blue Dragon Legion, who plays with the rules for personal gain, cannot escape at least a fifty-year prison sentence.

Xie Xu couldn't help but sigh in his heart. What Mo Hongxue did was so disgraceful, and it also implicated the former chief commander and a sinner of the alliance. Under the pressure of public opinion, death was simply not enough for the people to be angry.

Now that there are Zerg people watching from outside, it would be nice to have some peace inside.

There was no words for a moment, and the office fell into an eerie silence.

The optical brain on Shang Chi's wrist vibrated. He glanced at it absently, then stood up straight and pressed the button with trembling fingers.

The two people present also cast expectant glances.

"Ming Huan, are you okay?"

"Brother, are you okay?"

The two voices sounded at the same time, and even overlapped in the second half.

Shen Minghuan chuckled immediately, "I'm fine, the alliance is not some strange evil organization."

"I couldn't contact you just now." Shang Chi couldn't laugh, and he spoke with a cry.

"Ah." Shen Minghuan comforted, "I was cooperating with the questioning just now, so I couldn't bring a bare brain with me. Didn't I contact you now? Don't worry, brother."

He did not choose the projection, only the voice with a slight smile slowly flowed out from the optical brain.

Xie Xu's conscience, which was tortured by guilt, found some comfort. He breathed a long sigh of relief and said with a smile: "Ming Huan, why did you only look for your brother in the first place?"

Shen Minghuan seemed to pause for a second, "So the teacher is here too."

His tone remained unchanged, his smile remained unchanged, and he was still as polite and well-behaved as he remembered, but...

A trace of confusion flashed in Xie Xu's eyes, and he always felt that something was different.

Shang Chi glanced at them warily, covered his head and ran out.

"Ming Huan, when can you come back?" Shang Chi waited until no one was around before letting go of Guang Nao, his voice still choked with fear.

He was really scared today. How could an eighteen-year-old boy have ever seen a scene where everyone on the Star Network was the enemy?

Later, I found out that the teacher I had always trusted and loved was the culprit, and I was completely exhausted.

"Hurry, go through some formalities and come back." Shen Minghuan said helplessly: "I'm just afraid that you will be impulsive if you are too worried."

He was more solemn and said, "Shang Chi, brother, you are the only one who knows my life experience. Promise me not to tell anyone, not at any time."

"Why?" Shang Chi asked.

Shen Minghuan thought for a while, "After I go back, I will find a time to explain to you in person."

"Okay!" Shang Chi nodded heavily.

*

"You said your biological father is Tang Chaoyan?!" Lu Zhiyi exclaimed and quickly covered his mouth.

He looked dazed and muttered to himself: "No wonder you had to go to the first floor yesterday."

"That's not right," he couldn't help shouting again, "You are here, and the person on the destroyer sixteen years ago was..."

Seeing Mosnian's expression of no rebuttal, he took a breath and said with difficulty, "Is it really what I thought? Is Uncle Mo's biological son the one who died?"

"I..." Lu Zhiyi jumped up from his chair and paced around the room anxiously. The well-educated young master from a wealthy family suppressed his blush, and it took him a long time to utter one word: "Fuck."

"How can you do this? You are killing people!"

However, as he spoke, his voice became smaller and smaller, and his momentum weakened.

"Si Nian, that's not what I meant." Lu Zhiyi explained hesitantly in a low voice.

He suddenly realized that no matter what he said at this moment, it was inappropriate. Firstly, Mosnian was just an ignorant baby who was assigned to do it. Secondly...if that person didn't die, it would be Mosnian who would die.

Mosnian looked gloomy, "Zhiyi, believe it or not, I am really not that despicable. If possible, I would rather die."

But as a beneficiary, he couldn't express this sense of guilt to the insider, otherwise it would be more or less full of the complacency and unspeakable hypocrisy of the beneficiary.

"Of course I believe you." Lu Zhiyi expressed his position without hesitation, and then his tone became slightly complicated. He asked: "You want to redress Tang...? Did you gain anything on the negative first floor?"

Mo Sinian then showed some relief and joy. He carefully took out a small chip from his pocket, "When I was born, my father... He was preparing to go to war. He was worried that he would not be able to come back in a short time, so he recorded a lot of videos for me."

When Mo Hongxue told him about his life experience, he also gave him all the gifts prepared by Tang Chaoyan and Shao Kunli for him.

Mo Sinian briefly introduced the transformation that Tang Chaoyan made to the mecha, "He also installed a camera, saying that the video data can be used to enlighten me about the mecha in the future. I think I may be able to record some clues."

He only said in the office that he went to try his luck, but unfortunately he got nothing, and did not reveal the existence of the chip.

Mo Hongxue is a true gentleman. He would not take the initiative to look through the video that Tang Chaoyan left for his son, so he did not know about this.

"I have seen it, Zhiyi, I think something is wrong, but I can't see it clearly." He couldn't even tell whether it was an illusion that he subconsciously wanted to exonerate Tang Chaoyan.

Mo Sinian pushed the chip to Lu Zhiyi, "Now I have nothing to hide from you. No one else knows about this chip except you and me. Please keep it a secret for me."

"I will do it even if you don't say it." Lu Zhiyi pointed at the chip, "Can I see it?"

After getting consent, he pressed the chip on the optical brain.

The video started playing, and he pulled the progress to the end in one breath, starting from the day of the rebellion.

The live broadcast of that year can still be found on Xingwang. Although the perspective is different, Lu Zhiyi can still easily compare and analyze the current picture with the one on Xingwang in his mind.

It was a critical moment at that time. As the chief commander, Tang Chaoyan could take turns to rest for a while, but he stayed up all day for three days.

The image recorded by the chip was facing him. Tang Chaoyan sat in the operating chair in the mecha, with his back straight, as if he had a great fighting spirit.

His mental power connected to the mecha through the helmet on the chair, and accurately controlled the Hope to chop at a very fast Zerg.

He had not closed his eyes for three days, and his eyes were full of bloodshot, but the words he gave orders were still sonorous and powerful, without revealing any fatigue.

The rest of the soldiers followed the instructions and launched attacks and defenses in an orderly manner, even without thinking. Their trust in Tang Chaoyan was almost blind.

Lu Zhiyi could feel that they regarded Tang Chaoyan as a pillar, as if as long as this person was there, they would have the confidence to win and the courage to create miracles in desperate situations.

The accident happened at this time.

Tang Chaoyan suddenly stood up from the operating chair, the mecha lost control and stopped abruptly in the center of the battlefield, but he was unaware of the danger, but sent a coordinate to the rear and ordered the missile to be launched.

No one doubted it.

But the missile exploded among the alliance soldiers.

If they could still comfort themselves that the marshal was too tired and gave the wrong order, everything that followed would completely ruin their expectations.

Tang Chaoyan jumped down from the mecha, and his adjutant thought that the Hope had a malfunction and planned to give his mecha to him.

As a result, as soon as the adjutant left the mecha, Tang Chaoyan raised his lightsaber, a cold light flashed, and the blade pierced his chest.

The adjutant never set up defenses against Tang Chaoyan until his death.

Leaving the mecha on the battlefield is a dead end, and the adjutant had no intention of living since making this decision.

He wanted to leave the chance of life to his commander.

But he didn't expect that he would die in the hands of the person he risked his life to save.

As a soldier of the alliance, he didn't die in the fight with the Zerg.

What a pity, how ironic.

Lu Zhiyi's other hand heavily covered the optical brain to block the tragic video being played.

He closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembling, and felt as if his heart was pierced by fine needles, and the pain was sent to his bone marrow with every breath he took.

"Lu Zhiyi, are you okay?" Mosinian said worriedly.

The higher the mental power, the stronger the perception, and the more empathy. He and Lu Zhiyi are both A-level. He experienced a heart-wrenching pain when he watched it for the first time, and his persistence for more than ten years was almost shaken.

Lu Zhiyi still closed his eyes and did not move, only the sound of heavy and rapid breathing. After a long time, he said three words in a hoarse voice: "I'm fine."

He opened his eyes, resolutely removed his hand covering the light brain, pulled the progress bar, and watched it over and over again like a self-torture.

"Lu Zhiyi?"

"You're right." Lu Zhiyi let out a tired breath and said sullenly, "There are indeed doubts. The marshal is most likely under control. He didn't do those things."

Mosinian was stunned, his pupils suddenly dilated, his eyes were scattered, and he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time, "It turned out... it was really... a misunderstanding..."

Although he had long since determined that Tang Chaoyan was innocent, when this matter was truly recognized, the shock and grievance still came surging, making him burst into tears instantly.

Lu Zhiyi felt that his whole body was drained of his spirit. He seemed to be floating in the air, watching his mouth open and close: "The missile landed in the wrong place. If I were the marshal, I would choose 300 miles in the southeast direction, where there are the most elites in the alliance."

"The west side is a safe battlefield that has been cleared. It was also the main venue for the alliance's live broadcast that year. Choosing that location is more like a provocation."

"The most important thing is that the SS-level mecha alliance is unique. If the marshal really wants to betray, he should not give up the mecha, but in the end he just used a lightsaber to kill people, as if he couldn't operate the mecha."

Lu Zhiyi sniffed and was a little confused again: "I also suspected that someone was impersonating the marshal at the beginning, but the footage was very complete. The marshal became abnormal after he stood up from the chair."

"Yes, yes," Mo Sinian suddenly became excited, "This is what I think is wrong, the eyes! His eyes changed when he stood up!"

Lu Zhiyi hurriedly pulled the progress bar, enlarged the picture, and looked at it carefully for a long time, "This seems to be... the eyes that only dead people can have..."

Mo Sinian was shocked: "What do you mean?"

"I..." Lu Zhiyi swallowed his saliva and said bitterly: "I'll think about it again."

The news received today was too shocking. Lu Zhiyi couldn't recover for a while. His brain had stopped thinking and his fingers moved unconsciously on the light brain.

He accidentally saw a piece of news and instinctively read it out: "Tang Chaoyan..."

He raised his head stiffly and looked at Mo Sinian, and said dully: "Aren't you the son of Tang Chaoyan? Why did it become Shen Minghuan?"

*

A video quickly circulated on the Star Internet.

The publisher's grandfather was a waste recycling business. Some time ago, his grandfather passed away. He helped to sort out the waste that had not been disposed of, and accidentally found a starship recorder in the corner.

He recognized that the recorder was a military product. Out of curiosity, he spent two days repairing it and barely exported a video from it.

Of course, this behavior is illegal. The publisher only planned to watch it secretly, but the content of the video made him so angry that he made it public in a rage, and then went to surrender.

The video is incomplete, but it is enough for people to recognize this starship-the destroyer that disappeared in the turbulence of time and space sixteen years ago.

At the end of the video, the baby cried loudly, and a ragged old man happened to pass by and was attracted by the crying.

He picked up the baby and limped away.

It was a pale sky, with a corner of the red sun in the distance.

The old man held the baby and walked towards the light. The morning sun stretched their shadows, quiet and beautiful.

The picture was beautiful, and netizens were very angry.

[Tang Chaoyan's son of the devil is actually alive? God is really blind! ]

[The son of the devil is also a little devil! ]

[Since the destroyer encountered an accident, the person should be found and the original sentence should be continued, depriving his citizenship and expelling him from the alliance. ]

[His father killed so many heroes. If he is reasonable, he should die to apologize! ]

With the popularity of Tang Chaoyan, this video caused an uproar on the Star Network, and people could be seen discussing it in any area.

The related insulting and cursing posts occupied all public squares in ten minutes, and the suggestions to the alliance were still increasing at a rate of thousands per second.

Until a certain netizen posted a comment, people finally found the precise target to attack.

[The place in the video is Lanxing, right? I lived there when I was a kid before I moved. I have also seen the old man. I remember that he did pick up a baby sixteen years ago. If I remember correctly, he also named the baby Shen Minghuan. ]

Shen Minghuan is also an Internet celebrity. Everyone knows that he comes from a garbage planet and is an orphan.

With the double popularity, if every word of everyone can turn into a hammer, it can smash Shen Minghuan from the nine clouds into the eighteen layers of hell.

[No wonder he always wears a mask, afraid of being recognized? It turns out that he also feels guilty, which is ridiculous. ]

[I said how could it be such a coincidence that there is another SS-level. I suggest that he be tied up for research to see what kind of dirty genes can awaken such a talent. ]

Shen Minghuan was in a very good mood. If there were no surveillance in this room, he would have almost laughed.

The system has nodded thoughtfully and felt that it can start to choose the next world.