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"Click," "Click," "Click."

In an instant, several spotlights shot over, illuminating the area immediately.

The light shone directly on Vice Mayor Liu's face, like the sun shining on a rat in the gutter. He couldn't help squinting his eyes and waving his hands in panic before stabilizing himself.

"Clatter, clatter—" Urgent footsteps approached, and then, interview vehicles arrived one after another. Reporters jumped off the cars, and photographers rushed over with hefty black cameras.

The reporters' actions were extremely swift; in an instant, the displaced people and the Vice Mayor's glamorous appearance were all captured in the live broadcast cameras.

"Stop filming! No filming allowed!" Vice Mayor Liu shouted in panic. He had no idea that a television crew would conduct interviews today. This was an epidemic zone, and no outside reporters had come for a long time. He hadn't allowed any external interviews, which would expose many hidden matters.

—Why was a television crew here today?

—Hadn't everything been settled with the higher-ups? What's happening?

Vice Mayor Liu recognized this television station—it was the Old Sun TV! It was the world's most renowned and influential station, watched by tens of millions every day, and it was live!

This struck him completely off guard, revealing a look of panic on his face.

"Huh? Reporters actually came?" Han Han wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes. "Wasn't it said that no reporters had come for five years? But now suddenly..."

"Grandma Lin has been striving for five years, and no one would interview her." Shang Qi said in a low voice.

"The light has come in..." Wang Mingming kept murmuring this phrase.

Su Ming'an held the girl's hand, his expression calm.

The rain kept falling.

The residents looked up.

The cameras focused on this place, exposing everything without reserve.

"Just now, a building collapse occurred in the epidemic zone, reportedly caused by an elderly woman's negative emotions spilling over, leading to her mutation. The reporter has arrived on-site; now we will conduct random interviews with those present." The female reporter with a ponytail spoke rapidly and approached Su Ming'an with the microphone. "Hello, judging by your attire, you're a member of the City Guardian Department. The mutated old woman has been killed, right? Is this little girl someone you saved?"

The photographers immediately focused their lenses on Su Ming'an.

Su Ming'an looked at the camera lens so close, his heart as if soaked in cold rain.

Killed.

When Grandma Lin walked through the city with her daughter-in-law's corpse, seeking help from every TV station, no one paid attention to her. When Grandma Lin tirelessly called for justice over the past five years, trying every means to contact the media and seek help from the government, no one listened to her. No one gave her a platform to speak, no one wanted to put her case on camera, no one was willing to interview her.

But when she died, when she voluntarily ended her life as a mutant—the TV people swarmed eagerly, anxious to get her under their lens.

As if all her cries, all her pleas, all her struggles paled in comparison to her final death.

"Is this a live broadcast?" Su Ming'an asked.

"Yes, we are an independent station spanning fifty-eight governments. Recently, the first Dream Patrol Family has focused hot topics on the Black Mist Disease, so we came to the epidemic zone to gather information. You can share anything you wish." The female reporter nodded.

—So it was the influence of the first Dream Patrol Family.

When the first Dream Patrol Family stood atop the world's high platform, speaking out indignantly, everyone followed their lead.

Media, newspapers, TV stations, online forums, streamers...

It was they who brought sunlight to a world battered by tempests.

"She was a very good person," Su Ming'an said.

The female reporter was slightly stunned, "Could you elaborate?"

Under the camera, Su Ming'an spoke into the microphone, holding the little girl, a bright red umbrella shielding them from the torrential rain, sounding a pouring rhythm.

Beside him, Vice Mayor Liu desperately wanted Su Ming'an to keep silent, but the towering photographers blocked him out, like an iron wall guarding justice.

A glimmer of light flickered in the eyes of the young man with black hair, reflecting the studio lights.

"Her daughter-in-law was crushed to death by an unfinished building; she never gave up her call for justice."

"Her son was harmed by the Ark Project's vaccine; she ended his life with her own hands."

"In the end, she was overwhelmed by the emotional impact of the Citizen Honor Medal, recalling that sad memory, and she ended her life without any resistance. She never harmed anyone from start to finish."

"She is just a reflection of the countless families suffering from the Black Mist Disease."

"In places my naked eyes cannot see, such things have happened who knows how many times, again and again."

Raindrops pitter-pattered on the umbrella, sliding down slowly. The female journalist and photographers were very quiet. They came to the epidemic area to interview in order to expose such hidden and private matters.

—Although, justice has come too late.

The voice of the first Dream Patrol Family made it impossible for the government to suppress the Black Mist Disease any longer, and people finally began to focus their attention on this epidemic, showing concern for the countless suffering patients. That's why the television station came here.

But, it was already too late. The sheep that died in the rain would not stand up again, the high buildings had already collapsed, and the grandma who could make shrimp would no longer smile and invite Su Ming'an to eat. She only waited for her son to come back at the very end and had one last meal with him.

Justice has come too, too late.

But since the first Dream Patrol Family stood up, it will not be absent again.

"What is your relationship with that grandma? A relative? A friend across generations?" Seeing Su Ming'an speak like this, the female journalist thought—that Grandma Lin must have been very kind to Su Ming'an, which is why he would go to such lengths to speak for her, unafraid of the local government's silencing, unafraid of the career setbacks he might face.

"Me?" Su Ming'an held the girl's hand tightly, and facing the camera, he shook his head: "I'm just a passerby. I just met her today."

A passerby?

The female journalist was surprised—are there really such passersby who disregard their own safety just to vindicate a grandma?

Su Ming'an was silent.

His ears were filled with the cries of the residents, who, having lost their homes, had nowhere to go.

"Now, the first Dream Patrol Family has already brought the world's attention here, and we have seen the tragic situation of the epidemic area, with people being oppressed by the government and displaced. As a member of the City Guardian Department, how would you evaluate this situation? What would you want to say to all the people who suffer unjustly?" the female journalist asked.

If the first Dream Patrol Family's statement was the trigger, Grandma Lin's incident might completely ignite this fuse.

Previously, the public only thought the first Dream Patrol Family made sense, but they weren't yet clear on the suffering the people in the epidemic area endured. However, the plight of Grandma Lin's family, tied to the currently hottest Ark Project, would be enough to draw the world's attention, making the public realize the cruelty caused by the delayed distribution of the Special Medicine.

Grandma Lin's lifelong pursuit of justice… was finally achieved after her death.

Her story can save the thousands and thousands of reflections akin to her, the countless "Grandma Lins" like her.

But the three people who craved justice are already completely gone, disappearing with their five years of struggle in the cold rain.

Su Ming'an took over their cause.

The residents gradually gathered around. The camera clearly captured their emaciated faces, marked with black spots, and their thin, reed-like bodies.

In the torrential rain, they encircled Su Ming'an at the center as if he was their vocal cords, able to voice their hoarse and bitter cries, able to convey their long-suppressed clamor.

A halo focused on this place, like a rising sun.

The blood of the young man was still hot, his voice still bright and clear, still able to be heard across the world, in every direction.

Facing the camera, the black-haired young man spoke softly:

"I once met a child."

"He was only eight years old but very brave. He dared to oppose the injustices in the world, and when he saw authority oppressing students, he stood up without hesitation, breaking the decaying order, exposing darkness to the light."

"But he himself was persecuted by darkness, imprisoned within it. Yet in the end, he still grew into an outstanding person and still decided to continue saving people, saving them without stopping."

"He saved the 'next one', possibly many 'next ones who would appear in the classroom as victims', and maybe many others who, like him, didn't want to remain silent."

"He lit a flame."

"I also met a young man."

"In his heart, he harbored a grand prosperous era, never bowing to the decay around him, and would not give himself over to depravity for survival. He knew his destiny clearly and unafraid, fought against it until his death, never submitting to desire and darkness."

"I have also pondered over what this world should look like."

"The way we were before we were buried by history, before we fell into this repressive social order, before we became numb and embroiled in infighting."

The young man's voice was clear, rain poured down torrentially, and in a trance, people seemed to see a young man with a high ponytail, standing quietly in the rain, the jade pendant at his waist chiming musically.

"——That was an era when the great path prevailed, and the world was shared by the people."

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[The great path prevails, the world is public.]

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"People will elect those with virtue and talent to govern the country, and they will be honest and live in harmony with each other."

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[Select the virtuous and talented, be honest and foster harmony.]

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"Apart from honoring their own family and loving their children, people can ensure the elderly live peacefully, the able have work, the young grow healthily, and everyone receives care."

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[Thus people do not solely honor their parents, nor solely love their children, the elderly have peaceful ends, the able have work, the young grow healthily, and the widows, orphans, lonely, and sick are all cared for.]

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"Regarding wealth, people will not hide it in their homes; regarding public matters, people are willing to exert all efforts without necessarily seeking personal gain. Thus, there are few schemes and conflicts, and rarely any disturbances harming others."

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[Dislike wealth being discarded on the ground, not needed to be hidden; dislike effort not exerted from oneself, not needed for oneself. Therefore, schemes are closed and do not arise, thefts and disturbances do not occur.]

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"So, doors need only be closed from the outside, without needing to be locked."

"Thus, justice can be expanded and need not be hidden."

"Therefore, the rosy glow will arise, and deep-rooted darkness will be shaken."

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[Thus, outer doors may be closed without locking.]

[——This is called Datong.]

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"I want to see such a world."

"I feel this is its original appearance."

The youth finished speaking, and the world was very quiet.

The girl under the umbrella was very quiet, the people outside the umbrella were very quiet, and the reporter holding the microphone, along with the surrounding photographers, were all very quiet.

Under the spotlight, the black-haired youth's whole body was soaked by rain. Even while holding an umbrella, the umbrella was tilted towards the little girl beside him. The slanting raindrops beat against him; both his black hair and clothes were wet through, the white fabric clinging to his arms like a sheep drenched in rain.

Yet he did not fall, merely calmly facing the camera, speaking words at a neither high nor low volume.

——But enough to awaken the world.

Deputy Mayor Liu continued jumping around beside him, someone stepped forward to press his shoulder down.

"Deputy Mayor Liu, the influence of the first Dream Patrol Family is too great, above has already started investigating your actions, please come with us," the guard said.

"You, you all——why is the first Dream Patrol Family concerned with this matter of Black Mist Disease!" Deputy Mayor Liu's eyes widened angrily.

His loud cries did not cause any ripples, his voice grew further and further away, leaving only the silent sound of rain in the world. Beneath the visible realm, the waves of public opinion online grew larger, and larger.

Men of justice finally dared to raise their arms and shout, announcing the need to thoroughly investigate the Ark Project——with such a leader as the first Dream Patrol Family, with this live broadcast by Su Ming'an, having heard Lin grandma's incident, they were no longer able to endure the darkness.

The Lighthouse ahead, light beneath, with many followers.

Amidst the pouring rain, a faint glow pierced through, like a scorching sharp sword.

——I once thought blind followers highlighted awakener.

Su Ming'an held the umbrella, led the little girl's hand, slowly turned.

Reporters and photographers watched his figure, the people in the ruins also gazed at him. As night approached, the streetlights lit up, casting his and the little girl's shadows long and longer.

——I once thought the small-minded highlighted the great.

——I once thought the foolish highlighted Wisdom.

"Big Brother, where are we going?" The little girl raised her head, looking at Su Ming'an under the umbrella.

Su Ming'an lowered his head, speaking softly:

"To reveal the truth, then, offer flowers to your grandma, your father, your mother, alright?"

"Alright!" The little girl nodded heavily, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes, yet finally showing a smile.

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——I once thought Darkness brewed daylight.

He held her hand, step by step, walking through the ruins, past shattered ceramic plates and lobsters buried underground, toward a place without rain, step by step.

——I once thought Eternal Night highlighted the Lighthouse.

The spotlight still gathered behind him, as if it wanted to illuminate his steps.

Norse, Yi Zhongyu, the Human Self-Rescue Alliance's Xin Yue, Li Yanghao, the City Guardian Department's Li Yuxuan, Ji Puyu and others... all voiced online, demanding a thorough investigation of the Ark Project.

Grandma Lin's incident had thoroughly enraged the public.

The elderly's bright red blood in their eyes became a heavy color. Her five-year struggle, as described in this television broadcast, became known to the public until——the whole world knew her past struggle. The government was forced to agree to a thorough investigation, certified by the Guardian Department.

Her lifetime grievances finally entered the eyes of the world.

After the flames had burnt out, embers still held temperature.

When someone sparked a flame, in an instant, a fierce wind arose, and likewise, Starfire scorched the plains.

——If the night will not light up, then let him ignite the wick.

The significance of the Lighthouse is to guide more people like him who are lost rather than let more pretend to be lost to highlight the Lighthouse.

——If Dawn will not arrive, then let him awaken.

The long night unending, yet there is still an eight-year-old child standing up, yet an elderly over seventy consistently crying out for justice for five years, becoming faint candlelight amidst Darkness.

And Su Ming'an held the bright red umbrella, held the child's hand, walked over this stormy land.

He raised his head.

In the distance, where the glow first appeared.

Clouds parted and rain ceased, brilliant colors illuminated the area.

Fragmented golden light softly caressed this site full of scars, the coming sunny day might truly be the end of the rainy season.

Numerous sheep raised their heads, shook off raindrops, slowly stood up, despite this process being long and difficult...

But perhaps, there really will be a day——

[Son, son...]

[Mom finally found you...]

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——Sheep, no longer die, in, rain.