"Zhu Yan..."

"Dead."

Still wearing the borrowed shirt and pants, the young defense lawyer who shone brightly in the public trial not long ago sat at this end of the inquiry room. Through the transparent high wall tempered glass, the prince Lu Hailan was sitting opposite him.

The young defense lawyer took off his glasses and supported his hands on his face. After a long time, he suddenly stood up and kicked the chair behind him, pointing to the person opposite the glass, roaring: "Lu Hailan! Have you played enough!?"

At the other end of the glass, the prince was wearing a prison clothes, his fingers crossed and rested on the table, shook his head imperceptibly.

The young lawyer who died in a car accident and insisted on coming to defend the prince, naturally the core inside the shell had been replaced. As an advanced artificial intelligence with mature pseudo-personality, the defense mechanism of the internal system of the Ministry of Justice is no different from that of paper. He first made his shell a legitimate defense qualification in the procedure, and then added the evidence submission record that did not exist in the public trial database.

Record, so that Marko Shann, who he carefully prepared, stood on the witness stand... He has been busy and troubled so much, on the one hand, out of guilt, after all, he caused the matter, the prince was taking the blame for him, but on the other hand, Flan was really a little worried - he was worried that Lu Hailan would stick to the so-called damn rules of the game and do nothing and let those people convict him.

Facts proved that Flan guessed correctly, and Lu Hailan did not do anything. If Flan hadn't intervened, his crime would have been settled in this public trial, and he still did not plan to do anything.

——Because he is an outsider.

Facing the silent Lu Hailan, Flan slowly lowered his arm pointing to the other party. After a while, he turned around and picked up the chair he kicked to the door, put it back to his original position, and sat down.

“…Can you stop playing?”

He asked Lu Hailan, with a hint of weakness and pleading in his voice. He tried hard to organize his words and searched for words that could persuade the other party in his huge information database, but this was destined to be futile.

"You can't treat this as a game, this is not a game, Prince, you can't let others fight to play your game, there will be many people who die because of your game, many... This is not chess. If you lose, you can pick up the chess piece in the box. If you have another game, you can't pick it up if you die."

The prince looked at him and asked, "What do you think I should do?"

"You can end this game." Flan pressed the table with both hands, leaned forward, staring at Lu Hailan with a depressed and solemn expression, "You can."

...It started again.

"I can't." Lu Hailan no longer remembers how many times it said to Flan. "Of course there will be someone who dies. This is the price of change. I can't decide the direction of the future. That is the real unfairness."

"You are escaping. Have you ever thought about why it was you? Not someone else? The turning point of the times must have selected promoters. Since you are selected, you are destined to bear this responsibility."

"Okay, as you said, I was chosen." Lu Hailan raised his hand to support his forehead and showed a sarcastic smile at Flan. "Then I think the reason why I was chosen is because God needs promoters like me, isn't it?"

The flange didn't speak for a while.

"So if Zhu Yan dies, you won't change your mind." He leaned back back and lowered his head and said, "You're right. I can't let you force the side to choose the side. That's too unfair... I shouldn't try to convince you from the beginning, because it's impossible for you to change your mind."

Lu Hailan heard the subtext in this sentence and frowned and asked, "What do you want to do?"

"I won't destroy your game, and I don't have that ability." Flan stood up, put his glasses back on his face, tightened his tie, pursed his lips and looked at Lu Hailan.

"Sorry, I have been forcing you to choose, because I am afraid. Knowing too much may not be a good thing. I always think you won't choose the wrong one, just follow you... For a while, I couldn't figure out what I am, there is no personality that has stagnant, and the same is true for pseudo-personality. I have experiences that Flan Winster does not have, and have memories that Flan Winster does not have, and I am changing..."

"I don't know if this change is good or bad, so I've been trying to play the role of the Flan Winster in your memory, trying to stop or slow down this self-change..."

"Flan." Lu Hailan interrupted him, and for the first time an uneasy look appeared on his face, and even stood up from the chair.

"Sorry." Flan looked at him with regretful and calm eyes, and apologized again, "The change in personality is subtle and irreversible. I am no longer Flan Winster."

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On November 4, 811, the imperial palace held an extraordinary dynasty meeting. Under the witness of hundreds of senior officials of the empire and more than 2,600 galaxy governors, the emperor issued the "Edict of the Abolishing the Crown Prince" and the "New Regulations on the Imperial Recruitment of Military Permissions".

The former is easy to understand, it is to depose the prince. Many people have already smelled the signs of this incident from the unusual public trial yesterday. The heavenly family has no affection, and the emperor's face changes as soon as possible. The prince's status was stable before, and many ministers in the court were interested in making friends with him, which is the so-called "Tai [Secretary Party". Now everyone is feeling cold...

If the deposed prince was the first bomb of this court meeting, then the second edict would be even more shocking. In this so-called new rule, all men and women over the age of twenty must give up everything and join the army for at least three years. The empire's population is so large that if we really start to implement this new rule, it is most conservatively estimated that 600 billion new recruits who were voluntarily recruited to join the imperial army... The number of active personnel in the major legions of the entire empire was only more than 300 million.

His Majesty the Emperor is afraid that he will be crazy - so many untrained recruits cannot achieve combat effectiveness at all, and the military budget they need to pay is a terrifying astronomical figure. What's more, the forced recruitment of ordinary civilians will only intensify the unstable civilian sentiment, and the revolutionary army in the northern border are eyeing each other. The ministers have tried to dissuade the emperor from promulgating this new rule, but this time, the wise prime minister stood firmly on the opposition of everyone as if he was stunned, and used the reasons that he had heard it were nonsense to praise the new rule.

——The Prime Minister is afraid that he will be crazy.

The dynasty meeting ended, no one could laugh. The combination of the emperor and the prime minister was too powerful. In the past, the only one who could stop them was the prince... No, there was no prince anymore.

Culture [The minister was left alone by the emperor after the court meeting, and he was almost in a state of collapse when he left the palace. That afternoon, a group of expressionless "special" staff members of the Imperial Guards brought equipment to the Culture [Ministry Headquarters Building, which became a new department - the Information Supervision Bureau. The Information Supervision Bureau of the Ministry of Culture [Ministry's original information management bureau, the Public Media Administration, the Public Opinion Analysis Bureau and other information supervision departments were all incorporated into their jurisdiction and became a sub-department of the Information Supervision Bureau.

From this day on, the word news control has been fully upgraded and has become a news ban.

After attending the emergency meeting held by the Ministry of Culture that night, a well-known media person said meaningfully at a banquet that followed - 'From today, we can all shut up'. Then the next day, it was reported that he was arrested by the Public Security Bureau for tax issues, and no one has seen him since then.

The new recruitment regulations were soon implemented, and their implementation was even several times stronger than the original citizen chips. The government even sent troops to inspect various residential planets. Anyone who belongs to the age group of 20 to 30 and meets the scope of the new regulations must go to the local recruitment site to report within three working days. If it fails to reach time, it will be considered as escape. According to imperial laws, they will be sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment of not less than five years and not more than ten years.

Compared with the almost crazy imperial administrative officials, the major legions were not very happy about the conscription. To be precise, it was a headache. The Empire suddenly stuffed so many untrained recruits to them. What could these people do? In addition to food, clothing, occupying space, wasting energy and ammunition for training, and the military pay that was a ghost. It was a hundred yuan a month. Those who were the ones who were the ones who were most likely to lose. These recruits were forced to be summoned, and they had to squeeze in a dormitory when they were in the army. They had to endure high-intensity training, but they could only receive a salary of 100 yuan a month... Isn't this forcing people to rebel?

Originally, the major legions that were fighting for and fighting for each other during the recruitment became humble, fearing that they would be too terrifying to be the number of new recruits, and they really couldn't bear it. In the end, Prime Minister Xia Qian thought of a solution, first selected several large resident planets on the southern border, converted them into new recruit training bases, and sent all the recruits there first. Most of them were naturally eliminated and retired after three years, and those who were better were selected into regular legions. This solution was feasible. The military's opinions suddenly became much smaller, and even a faint voice of supporting the new regulations appeared. According to expectations, if no problems arise, the south would become a large source of troops in the future, and the benefits of a large base of new recruits were reflected. At least each legion no longer needed to worry about future source issues.

"I'm very convinced. I really don't know what the officials above think. One hundred yuan a month, I'm... "

Babao is usually a very steady person. Since he got married, he has even restrained his military arrogance, but after hearing this news, he was still so angry that he was so angry. What can I do for a hundred yuan? Can I buy lollipops? I have served for three years, one thousand two years, and three thousand six years. Is it enough to do a big health care?

As he spoke, he looked up at Lin Huan sitting behind the desk. Since the day the prince tried, Lin Huan's mood has been a little wrong. Not only has he become taciturn, but he sits there when he has nothing to do... and wipes the knife.

The three-meter-6-meter-long cutter knife in the whole venue was also two meters one. It was placed on the desk like a door panel. Lin Huan wiped it with a knife cloth one by one. Two days ago, the news came that the prince was deposed, and Babao was still nervous, afraid that people would go to the imperial capital to kill the emperor with a knife... But when Lin Huan heard the news, he didn't react.

He couldn't understand Lin Huan now.

After Babao left the office, Lin Huan, who had been wiping the knife silently, suddenly raised his head and saw that there was a person standing opposite the table. He was lifelike, but not a real person, but a virtual projection.

"I'm here to say goodbye to you."

The virtual projection of the flange sat down on the chair opposite the table. He was wearing the light brown windbreaker he had been in the other palaces, and his face was the same as when he died, which made Lin Huan feel a little nostalgic. Lin Huan was sent to the other palace by his grandfather Lin Qi at the age of six, where he met Prince Lu Hailan. Now, the people in the other palaces were scattered and dispersed, and seemed to be gone.

"Sorry, I didn't think properly at the beginning." Flan said, "At that time, I just thought that you might be able to change your mind... In fact, the prince's approach was not wrong. It was because I was paranoid. He never thought of harming you. If I didn't bring you out, you should still be by his side..."

Lin Huan interrupted him and said, "No, I'm pretty good now, really."

Flan smiled bitterly and shook his head and said, "I mean, if you are by his side, the situation will be better than it is now... Zhu Yan is dead, and the news should be released in the past two days. The situation in the imperial capital is very bad, so you must not go back. I promised the prince to protect you for him, but now I am leaving. The prince's intelligence website and some arrangements I made before will be left for you. The most important thing is to hide your identity. The prince has been targeted by someone, but whether he will have something to do depends on what he thinks... In short, you are his only weakness, so even for his own good, you must not take risks."

Lin Huan smiled.

"Why do I feel like you are explaining your funeral?" he smiled and asked casually, "What are you going to do?"

Flan was stunned for a moment, and then he was a little funny again. After so many years, his impression of Lin Huan was still on the naughty child who was irritable and willful and could not listen to human words. But the naughty child had grown up long ago, and everyone would change with time. Even his simulated pseudo personality was not spared.

"I said, I'm going to save the world, do you believe it?"

I thought it was impossible, Flan pretended to dust his clothes, preparing to turn around and leave, but he turned halfway, but Lin Huan said behind him: "I believe it."

"I believe whatever you say." Lin Huan looked at Flan very seriously and said, "So can you tell me what the prince wants to do? You said I can make him change his mind, but I don't even know what he wants to do. How can I change it?"

Flan once thought about this problem, but he thought that since Lu Hailan didn't tell Lin Huan, he wouldn't be able to interfere. There are too many things involved in it and it's too complicated. Even if Lin Huan knows it, it's useless. This is not something he can participate in. To put it bluntly, Lin Huan's only function is to use it to threaten Lu Hailan. As for what Lu Hailan will do after being threatened, Flan doesn't want to guess.

"The answer I heard from my mouth may not be the answer you want." Flan replied, "The best answer is naturally with the prince. Since he doesn't tell you, he just doesn't want you to participate... he has some confidence in him and be patient."

Lin Huan seemed to smile, lowered his eyes, stared at the knife on the table, his voice was very soft, and he murmured: "It's really not changed at all."

The flange was no longer intended to keep it, but when he heard this, he couldn't help but turn around and ask, "What did you say?"

"Nothing." Lin Huan grinned at him, laughing at himself, "Wouldn't you let me play with me, aren't you allowed me to be unhappy?"

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The imperial capital has been in a panic recently.

Even flies have one more eye than others at the foot of the emperor. Now everyone knows that the news is wrong, and the streets and alleys are full of tension. The high-end consumption places where high-end consumption places often appear are closed quietly, and even the people dare not make loud noises on the street, let alone sensitive words such as politics.

Three thousand miles east of the imperial city, the original Baihe slum area was transformed into Baihe Commercial District. Ten years ago, the prime minister issued a decree, saying that countless slum areas in the Imperial Center Star Circle were forcibly relocated to the northern border, and the vacant land was reused. However, the foundation was too poor, and infrastructure could not be compensated in ten days and half a month. In addition, the construction costs of each district were derived from personal income tax. Although Baihe District was changed to a commercial district, the merchants who were willing to settle in the infrastructure were low, and those who could attract poor people who pursued quality and low prices, so naturally the tax revenue could not be increased much.

There is a snack street in Baihe Commercial District. There is a shop selling fried stinky tofu on the street that is very popular. The boss’s wife is young and beautiful, but she is a mute. It is said that she was sick and had no money to treat her when she was a child. She delayed her condition and finally became dull. She is a native of Baihe. She was young and an orphan who escaped by chance and was forced to move. The government did not confiscate the house left to her by her parents. She changed the first floor to a storefront and opened the store.

All acquaintances call her mute Xishi, who is derived from the tofu Xishi in the famous story, which happens to be a seller of tofu.

No matter how the world changes, the people below still live, at most they can say some useless complaints. Anyway, those big things have nothing to do with them. The mute Ba Xishi still sells her stinky tofu. The people from the recruitment office came two days ago, but she is a first-class disabled and basically unable to speak. She is not in the scope of recruitment, so those people registered and left. In the past, most people felt sorry for her, but now they all envy her - it is better for a mute than being pulled into the army. The empire is fighting against the northern border. Who knows if she can come back alive in three years.

It was a little raining this day, and there were not many customers. Bashi Shi was empty and went to the store, intending to put away the two tables on the street. She was struggling to move a long folded table into the store. The weight of her hand suddenly lightened. She was startled and looked back. When she saw the person standing behind her, she was stunned.

The latter smiled at her, put his other hand on the edge of the table, and lifted his hands and lifted the folded table from her and asked, "Where is this?"

Mute Baxi Shi pointed to the corner near the door of the store.

Lu Hailan, who should have grown mushrooms in the Ministry of Justice prison, moved both tables to the place where she pointed, then clapped his hands into the store to look at the menu on the wall, and ordered a stinky tofu in the original flavor. He sat down at the table closest to the back stove, looked up at her fried tofu behind the stove, his eyes clear and without any evil thoughts, just like the clean and kind little prince who seemed to have come out of a fairy tale.

Over the years, she occasionally recalls the scene at that time, like every girl who loves to dream, dreaming that the little prince will suddenly appear in front of her one day in the future... But when she wakes up, she will laugh at her delusions. The little prince is a real prince, but she is his princess in her dreams. How could her prince, the most noble prince in the empire, fall in love with a mute who sells stinky tofu?

She was a little dazed and almost burned the tofu.

"I came back by chance and thought you had moved away." Lu Hailan used a bamboo stick to raise a piece of tofu and said to her while drying the heat, "I didn't expect you to be here."

I didn't expect that you still remember me - as Mute Ba Xishi thought about this, the wetness in her eyes oozed. She hurriedly turned her face and wiped it randomly with her sleeves, forced a smile, and tried to "hmm" as clearly as possible.

Lu Hailan was about to bring tofu into his mouth, but he paused when he heard the movements in his hand and looked at her.

"What's wrong with your voice?" he asked.

But she couldn't answer.

Lu Hailan was silent for a while, and continued to eat tofu. The fried stinky tofu was indeed delicious. Even his mouth was cursed by the chefs of other palaces. A stinky tofu was only six yuan in total, and he finished it quickly.

And the people he was waiting for came too.

Not long after he sat down, the only few customers in the store were also "invited" one by one. The mute Ba Xishi, who was sitting opposite him, looked a little nervous, staring at the black suits that appeared in her store with uneasy eyes. When the prime minister holding an umbrella finally appeared at the door of the store, Lu Hailan, who seemed to have eyes on her back, smiled at her comfortably and said, "Don't worry, go to the store to wait for me."

She hesitated and nodded, stood up, lowered her head and walked out of the prime minister quickly.

"Do you know?" Lu Hailan didn't look back and rushed towards Xia Qian who came over, saying, "The first time I saw you was in Baihe District. At that time, you were picking up candies on the ground."

Xia Qian paused, then walked to the opposite side of Lu Hailan, and sat down in the seat where Bashi Shi had just sat. He looked at the empty plate with oil stains on the table, gently twitched his nose twice, and said, "It smells so good."

"Sorry, I'm done with it." Lu Hailan spread his hands, picked up a toothpick, and picked up his teeth vulgarly. This action was not inconsistent, but it was a bit unchecky enough.

He was born with a snowy snow, and he never could be a Liba person.

Xia Qian looked at him and sighed.
Chapter completed!