I heard the familiar voice on the other end of the phone again.
Director Song frowned and was about to hang up, but suddenly, he stopped again.
"I want to make a deal with you."
"trade?"
Director Song immediately asked, "Why do you think I would trade with a guy who even has to disguise his voice?"
"Both parties to the transaction are equal. But it seems that we have never been equal from the beginning. Mr. Descartes, what kind of deal is this?"
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while, then laughter suddenly came: "The director is right, I didn't think carefully."
Its voice finally became normal and became a powerful baritone.
"As you can see, I have shown my sincerity. Now, can you please listen to my request?"
With a "clang" sound, the ward door opened.
Xiao Tang, the technician accompanying him next door, was hurriedly pulled over by Tan Yan and pressed down in front of his laptop.
Director Song handed over a recording pen and turned to the phone: "Please speak."
"My condition is very simple. On New Year's Eve, fireworks controls in the East China Sea will be relaxed."
In the ward, everyone looked at each other in confusion, completely confused as to what the other party was trying to do. The previous phone call was talking about the Lord of Dreams, and the next phone call asked for fireworks restrictions to be lifted.
Is this here to cause trouble?
Director Song also shook his head and laughed: "Then you have found the wrong person. This is not under my management. You can try calling the department to see if they will make this deal with you."
"Hahaha."
Everyone else in the ward also laughed together.
"No."
On the hands-free end, the voice became more sinister: "You can do it."
"Aren't you very happy to eat the credit I gave you? What? Now that you are about to be promoted, you have forgotten me as your benefactor?"
Director Song's smile froze on his face.
"Who are you?"
"who I am?"
On the other end of the phone, Descartes laughed loudly: "Haven't you seen me a long time ago? Have you forgotten?"
"You are... the person standing on the siren's head!" Director Song's tone became much more solemn.
The dark figure that appeared on Christmas Eve could be said to be one of the most shocking scenes in his life.
The siren that rang through the night sky and the city plunged into darkness that night was completely left in my mind.
"uh-huh."
On the other end of the phone, Descartes did not deny it.
Exposing Mr. Gao too early will have no effect, so it is better to take his place first and prepare for the appearance of the real Mr. Gao in the future.
Director Song asked: "What do you want to do?"
"I said, lift the fireworks control for that day."
Descartes knocked on the armrest and made a beeping sound: "I can grant you full authority to fabricate our intelligence and cooperate with you. Using these, whether it is deception or abduction, I just want to hear a voice coming from the East China Sea tomorrow."
“Announcing the lifting of the ban on New Year’s Eve fireworks.”
"This kind of thing that belongs to the environment, just one night, I think it shouldn't be very difficult, right?" Descartes pretended to be confused.
"Why should I trust you?"
"You have to believe me."
Descartes's slow voice came: "Have you forgotten the real whistleblower that night? He is exposed within easy reach. You have to think clearly about the consequences of rejection."
"..."
Director Song did not speak for a long time.
"Don't believe it? Gao..."
Descartes was about to call out his name, but was finally stopped by Director Song.
"Okay, I promise you. But you must also cooperate with me, otherwise I will not be able to submit a request to the director."
“A pleasure to work with.”
beep--
"What bullshit cooperation! This is a naked threat!"
Director Song looked gloomy.
He couldn't figure out how the other party knew everything about that night, even the identity of the earliest whistleblower.
He deliberately threatened himself and tried every possible means to get the ban on fireworks to be lifted. What was the ulterior motive behind this?
"Director, the audio library matching results are out."
Xiao Tang suddenly pulled off the headset, with a look of surprise on his face: "There are hundreds of similar candidates for this voice, but no one is more than 50% similar."
"Is it possible that it was forged twice?"
"I'm testing."
…
Walking through the noisy crowd, Descartes came to an uninhabited corner, instantly blocked the surveillance equipment around him, shrank in size, and turned into a snow-white Samoyed. He ran home with a huff.
.
Wiping its paws, it rushed into Gao Yi's room.
At this time, Gao Yi had just used the excuse of a nosebleed to get past Teacher Ma. When he saw Xiao Di coming back, he quickly asked: "Is it done?"
"It's a deal, it's a deal."
Xiao Di lay down directly on the ground: "But since we are so similar to villains, I don't think he will just accept his fate."
"When it comes to his own destiny, he will compromise even if he doesn't want to accept his fate."
Gao Yi stared at his homework and turned to write: "At extraordinary times, extraordinary things must be done. Now we are pressing hard, and coercion with a big stick is indispensable."
"But if it goes through, the sweet dates he will get as a result of this decision will be more than he can imagine. Only in this way will Director Song and us have the opportunity to continue to cooperate in the future."
"By the way, Xiao Gao."
Xiaodi Youran turned around: "Tell me what you want to do? There seems to be no necessary connection between lifting the ban on fireworks and fighting against the Lord of Dreams?"
"Don't you understand this? Fireworks are just a carrier."
Gao Yi crossed his arms and glanced at it: "What can really resist the gods is the cultural heritage of mankind for thousands of years. That is, human principles."
"Human philosophy, as an ideology, is elusive. In reality, it is also illusory."
"But what if it's in a dream?"
"In a dream?"
Xiao Di was suddenly stunned.
"Just think about it."
Gao Yi grabbed the draft paper and drew a soul composition on it: "On New Year's Eve, the entire East China Sea will be turned upside down and entered into a dream."
"But I have informed the citizens in advance. In the sky over the East China Sea that night, there will be a virtual projection test of the Nian Beast, and it will also be interactive with the fireworks..."
Xiao Di raised his head and immediately answered: "Because the ban on fireworks has been lifted, there are a lot of fireworks..."
"That's right."
The pen drew dense lines and "swished" toward the spider above. Before long, the entire spider was blackened.
Snap.
Gao Yi capped his pen: "Humanities are our roots, and human principles are our leaves. Every firework that night is carried by undeniable human principles, and will embody people's faith in the past and future!"
"
"And each of these blows will burn brightly in the dream, truly becoming a weapon capable of wounding the gods!"
Gao Yi waved his hand and said, "Knock it down again and again!"
"But in the dreamland, it's impossible for the master of the dreamland to just let us attack, right?" Xiao Di asked.
Gao Yi waved his cane: "Don't forget, this also contains the authority energy separated from the Lord of Dreams. He has fallen for a long time, and was hit by Mr. Ke again. He must be extremely weak. He should be able to balance it in a short time.
To Him.”
"In this case..."
Xiao Di's eyes widened: "Is this the Spring Festival beast?"
Ah, if the public knows that Nian Beast has been transformed into a big spider by you, shouldn't they just "refund the money"?
"That's understandable."
Gao Yi's expression became cautious: "But in the final analysis, we still don't know who will win.
"But at least...I've done my best."
Is it the gods who are more powerful and sweep dreams across the world?
Or is human reason better and will the gods be shot down again?