Editor-in-chief Bob watched the young students wearing black masks pass by outside the window, smiled at Xu Le and said, "Although no one knows the truth of the incident now, but there are so many people who support you without asking why, I think you should Feeling a little bit proud and proud."
Xu Le lowered his head and stirred the black coffee in the cup slowly and seriously until the burnt smell he didn't like came out. He said softly, "I'm touched, but it's hard to be proud or proud."
He raised his head, and the straight eyebrows under the shadow of the hat looked very calm: "The reason is because you said that you don't ask the reason. People in the Federation still believe that I am a hero of the Federation, so they support me regardless of the reason, but What if I'm really a criminal masking evil with a heroic mask?"
Editor-in-chief Bob frowned, not understanding why he felt this way.
"The picture just now reminded me of the scene of the Medellin project. When we tried very hard to bring that Mr. Congressman to court, angry young students were running on the streets of the federation."
Xu Le looked at the editor-in-chief and said, "Wood should have already told you that the guy who sent the evidence to the newspaper at that time was the attacker who broke into Parliament Hill a few days ago. He is also my best friend."
"I also know that this person named Shi Qinghai once participated in the assassination against Medellin with you. Of course, the federal government's acquiescence was obtained afterwards. The so-called assassination became a clearing operation." Editor-in-chief Bob is still wrinkled. He frowned and asked, "But why did you think of this?"
"People who take to the streets may support the wrong side because they perceive the wrong relationship, but I have always insisted that they are not responsible for these things, because the federal government, parliament and those big figures at the top have never given the public a chance to understand. The really important information, like the evidence in the Medellin case, ended up just being a bargaining chip between the government and those families.”
"You're trying to say this is George Carlin's message..." Bob editor-in-chief said.
"Information asymmetry will inevitably lead to social injustice." Xu Le was still stirring the black coffee in the cup slowly, but he didn't mean to drink it, and said: "I haven't read many articles on this topic, but I know that in knowledge There seems to be an argument in the world that people who are prone to fall into the collective unconscious frenzy are not a good thing once they are exposed to too much information that is too complex and difficult to distinguish."
"Although I've always been considered a libertarian concierge, I agree with certain statements that there is no absolute freedom in the universe, and there can be no absolute disclosure of information."
Editor-in-chief Bob picked up the porcelain cup in front of him, looked at Xu Le and said seriously, "For example, what if the people of the Empire find out about the confidential information related to federal security?"
"The problem is that the power to judge whether this information compromises federal security has been in the hands of a very small number of people who, if they so choose, can even treat federal tax budget details as important economic secrets."
Xu Le shrugged slightly and said, "Before the 37th Constitutional Calendar, the Federation had no enemies in the universe at all, so naturally there would not be any information that would endanger the security of the Federation, but could there be real information at that time? public?"
Editor-in-chief Bob tilted his head for a brief moment, then shook his head with a smile, took a sip of the slightly hot coffee, wiped the sweat from his cheeks, and said solemnly, "I took such a big risk today and The meeting with a federally wanted criminal is not to relive the heated discussions on campus that year."
After a short pause, the editor-in-chief looked at the rippling coffee in the cup, and asked thoughtfully: "The last interview I did before the death of the military god, the main purpose of that interview was not to create a monument or to build a monument for his old man. It's a statue, but using the fact that shocked the whole universe to wash away the accusation of having an affair with a traitor, it is obvious that the military god is indeed trying to make you his successor, and Mr. President's appreciation for you is even more It is known to the whole world, but according to what our newspaper has learned, it is the actions of Mr. President and General Lee Jae-do that are directly targeting you this time."
"The military god trusts our newspaper and gives us the honor of the last interview. In addition to the Medellin case, which we have never met and cooperated with, I think it should be able to explain my professional reputation. Colonel Xu Le, about the ancient bell you are referring to. You can tell me directly about the case and the story that happened in the mansion that night without hesitation."
Without hesitation, Xu Le took off the military watch on his wrist, entered the password, and started the relevant program. In an instant, the evidence obtained by Gongzi Shi and his years of investigation appeared on the stretched light curtain, and appeared in Bob's editor-in-chief. in front of you.
These evidences in the form of video pictures and documents directly point several ugly incidents in the Federation over the years, even the truth of the explosion of the ancient bell, to a secret organization under the cover of the Trinity Association, and the members of this organization include The current president and vice president of the federal government, as well as countless powerful generals in the military...
An ordinary cafe on the street, the twilight illuminates the earth, the night gradually stretches the waist at the end of the sky, and is about to flex its muscles. The dim and psychedelic light shines on the seats in the corner through the floor-to-ceiling windows, reflecting on the light curtain. The dim light reflected on Bob's face.
The waiter and the guests at the next table didn't notice the movement on the table, and naturally they didn't know what the faint light meant for the entire Federation.
Editor-in-chief Bob was silent for a long time, during which he would occasionally open his mouth in shock, looking at Xu Le and wanted to say something or ask something, but in the end he just looked down again, closing his lips tightly, leaving only his face. The rapid changes in the expression on his face proved the violent mental shock these contents had caused to the best journalist in the Federation.
During this process, Xu Le also kept silent all the time. He watched the expression of the editor-in-chief, and he was stirring the black galette slowly and evenly with the metal spoon in his fingers.
"incredible."
The editor-in-chief held Xu Le's mobile phone tightly in his right hand, his brows furrowed, and he let out a normal sigh. It's always quiet across the table. After a while he laughed at himself and muttered to himself, "But I can't believe it."
After being silent for a long time again, the editor-in-chief Bob frowned deeply and seemed to have used a lot of strength to suppress an impulse. He looked at Xu Le and said in a low voice, "At this time, I suddenly regret coming to see you, and I regret seeing you. these things."
"Why?" Xu Le asked.
"I admire Mr. President, and you can even say that I am one of his staunch supporters. In the confrontation between the government and those families, I did not hesitate to stand by his side and be willing to cheer for him. In my opinion Come on, the first five years of President Pabble's first term are definitely the best five years in the history of the Commonwealth. I know his ambitions and can feel his ideals..."
Editor-in-chief Bob's expression gradually calmed down, with complicated emotions flashing in his eyes, and he said, "And the phone you handed over destroyed my last imagination of the beautiful and rare, and I even thought that you might Destroy all the efforts of Mr. President and this administration."
Xu Le can understand, or more precisely, he is more likely than anyone to understand the feeling of being lost and slightly disappointed at the moment by the editor-in-chief.
Before that night, like the editor-in-chief, he placed all his imagination and hope for the bright future of the Federation on the dark-faced middle-aged man in the official residence. When these imaginations and hopes suddenly came to nothing, the feeling of being betrayed It is very uncomfortable, and even makes people subconsciously refuse to accept it.
Even the editor-in-chief Bob, after seeing these evidences, would probably have countless violent struggles and struggles in his heart. He would rather not see them, or destroy all these evidences, as if these things never happened
Xu Le did not want the editor-in-chief across the table to make such a choice, because in a federal society with tens of billions of people, he was already very lonely. Even if the students wearing black masks said that he would not be alone, he was still lonely. He didn't want his last companion to leave him.
Suddenly, he stopped stirring the black coffee, raised his head to look at the opposite side, and whispered a famous speech of the Federation.
"This is a great era in which a vast fleet expeditions to the splendid universe, countless heroic warriors follow each other, strong survival and glorious sacrifice add radiance to each other, which makes it look incomparably magnificent. Behind the great era, the price of protein meat has risen again, the uncle next door is unemployed, The business of the underground casino has deteriorated, the number of yawns by the doorman has increased, the aunt next door has increased her salary, and her daughter is worried about her poor grades in the spring exam and worried about the loss of pocket money."
"Whether it is a big era or a small day, there are actually brave people and cowardly people. They will be happy because of victory, sad because of failure, and angry because of many things. The only difference between the two is to face difficulties. Attitude when it comes to power."
A low and flat voice sounded slowly in the corner of the coffee shop, and Editor-in-Chief Bob, who was listening carefully, gradually stretched his deep frown, thinking in a calm and thoughtful manner.
"This is the award speech you wrote for the Nebula Award. I felt honored to receive the award at that time, and I have always carried it in my heart."
Xu Le squinted his eyes and said, "I won't doubt your firm belief in fighting against power, but what I want to say is that if power is clothed with perfect idealism, even idealism itself, we still have to resist to the end. ."
"These five years may really be the best five years in the history of the Federation, the best big era, but for the waitresses in the Linhaizhou gymnasium, for the Xilin soldiers on the ancient bell, and for the families of these innocent dead , In the past five years, they have lived the worst life."
Editor-in-chief Bob's face returned to a calm smile, he took a sip of his cool coffee, and after a moment of silence he asked harmoniously, "Okay, what do you need our newspaper to do? I'll start right away with Wood. In-depth reporting on this, but... the gentleman in the mansion has countless pairs of white gloves, and we can't charge him."
"No, you misunderstood me, I didn't want the Capital District Daily to risk the government's wrath by reporting that, as Schiller said, a gun is always more powerful than a pen."
Editor-in-chief Bob frowned slightly and asked inexplicably, "Then why do you want to see me today and give me this evidence?"
Xu Le looked at the undrinked black coffee in front of him, and said after a long silence, "I just hope that even if I die, things like truth can still stay."
"If I really die this time, no matter if it's five or ten years or more, you and your newspaper will have the opportunity to tell this true story to everyone in its entirety."