Mr. Melancholy Wants To Live A Peaceful Life

CHAPTER 102

"Awooo-awoo." Director Ha lay on the ground. 

Its back leg twitched twice. It emitted a mournful cry. With the blessings of the damp grass and the rain that had still been drizzling when they had just returned, the flames on its body had already been put out. But its fur was scorched, its whole body giving off the smell of burned fur. It had used too much of its strength to run. 

Its four paws were worn out. It had used up too much strength, making it starved and thirsty. Its belly undulated weakly. From time to time, it stuck out its tongue to lick leftover water droplets from the grass. Its whole body hurt. Was this how bad it felt to be burned? It swore that it would never again touch bombs, never.

"Awoooooo," it called quietly, hoping someone could help it.

Yu Hua gently put the tip of his foot onto Director Ha. The scorched fur slowly grew out, and Director Ha's paws healed. Its drooping ears instantly stuck up. It leapt up where it was and wanted to run around happily, but it saw Yu Hua's gaze, which seemed to be emitting death rays, and it instantly went down on the ground and didn't get up.

It opened its mouth, tongue hanging out, entirely playing a dead dog. The only evidence that it was still alive was its fluffy tail, placed on Junjun's belly, which stuck up from time to time. You Zhengping and Yu Hua had no choice but to separate. They couldn't even bear to take their eyes from each other's faces; they had been separated for so many, many years. But it had also only been a few minutes.

The real world had just gone through a great battle. The new complex where Huan Zixu had just bought an apartment had been destroyed and was now a total shambles, and it seemed that there was a crew over there filming Transformers—a giant mechanical skeleton had suddenly appeared inside the complex. There had been a pile-up by the lake on the outskirts. The recently repaired amusement park had grown a mountain. The central park, which was supposed to open tomorrow, had had a once-in-ten-thousand-years snowstorm in the beginning of autumn, freezing the whole park into a glacier and making everyone marvel.

Fortunately Director Xiao had notified the relevant departments in a timely manner to cut off the Xuyang District's internet and communications apparatus. Director Xiao wouldn't have disclosed anything to outsiders, but there were memories in the minds of countless people, and videos recorded on their phones. Even the faces of the ice sculpture auxiliary policemen You Zhengping and Cen Xiao had been photographed.

Of the over three million permanent residents of the Xuyang District, at least fifty to sixty hundred thousand had witnessed these scenes or heard about them. This mess was a large one. Even if Luo Huai could remove their memories, he still couldn't accomplish such a large workload in a short time.

And breaking off the internet and communications for the whole district was only a stop-gap. If it lasted over an hour, it would lead to losses for the whole area's finances, economy, and public safety. In half an hour at most, the internet and communications would have to be restored.

Even if all the members of Huaxia's Protection Organization were dispatched, and the government departments of the whole Xuyang District and its surrounding area, the administrative establishment of the public security authorities, the project, and the temporary staff all threw themselves into work after the event, they still would still be far from being able to resolve the problem in a short time.

"Captain You, Huan Zixu's special ability has awakened. He can put a mass brainwashing into action. The director has ordered us to take him to a police station to have the internet police department use internet groups to send out red packets as a means to change the 'impressions' of all those in the Xuyang District aware of these events. Have you arrived at the estate? Aren't you the closest? If you've found Junjun, then go meet Huan Zixu right away," Cen Xiao's voice sounded from the communications device.