After the black moonlight washed the white, all the crematoriums [Transmigration Book]

Song Mingxin pursed her lips, "Ming Ran, I really didn't expect it to develop..."

"Enough." Song Mingran held his temper, "That fan, ask her how many fans she has activated in total, and quickly withdraw them all."

Song Mingxin nodded, called Fantou, and turned on the speakerphone.

After the other party answered the phone, he couldn't wait to ask for credit: "Sister Xin, the military department has accepted all the objections, and there are more than 100 copies. Now Lin Xingcheng..."

Song Mingxin's hand shook, not knowing whether it was panic or carelessness, she hung up the phone.

"More than 100 people, do you want him to die? Then I will die after my ruin?" As he spoke, he suddenly grabbed her chin, narrowed his eyes and said, "Do you want to possess me? After I die, you will be mine." As the legal owner of the body, whether you hold it to sleep or the dead body... you can do whatever you want."

"Ming Ran, don't say these things..." Song Mingxin was a little frightened by him.

Song Mingran stared at her, and then shook his hand violently after a few seconds, "You call the military department yourself and ask them how to handle the situation."

Song Mingxin dialed the phone obediently.After the phone rang a few times, someone picked it up and asked her what she wanted.

"I want to ask about Lin Xingcheng's case. It's like this. Recently, I wrote a letter of protest and wanted to know about the situation."

The other end of the phone was silent for a while, and then said: "You want to ask, Lin Xingcheng? The former major general Lin Xingcheng?"

Song Mingxin: "Yes. I heard that you have accepted the protest. How do you plan to deal with it?"

The person on the other side didn't answer, but instead asked, "What is your name?"

"Song Mingxin."

"Ms. Song Mingxin, you proposed to impose additional punishment on our former major general. What do you want us to do?"

Song Mingxin froze for a moment, looked at Song Mingran, and just when he didn't know what to say, a slightly deep voice came from the phone, "Let me tell them."

"Okay, Admiral."

Song Mingran frowned instantly.

Sure enough, the next second the familiar voice came again, "Is Song Mingran over there?"

Song Mingran: "...Yes."

Opposite: "Long time no see, I'm Qi Yue."

Qi Yue, the general of the alliance, the number two figure in the military department, is also a high school classmate of Lin Xingcheng and Song Mingran.

The handler of more than 100 protest letters reported the matter directly after seeing the words "Lin Xingcheng", but his boss couldn't make up his mind, and finally reported the matter to Qi Yue step by step—— The military department, this is a name that cannot be easily mentioned.

Song Mingran: "Why are you?"

"I happened to come here to have a look and heard your sister's name. It's a coincidence."

Qi Yue received a report from his superiors about the pending military affairs yesterday.There were nearly a hundred protest emails, and he rarely took the time to read them carefully one by one.There is no actual evidence to prove that the military's punishment is too light, and all of them are angry speeches from someone's fans.

The secretary silently waited for his opinion on how to deal with it, thinking that Lin Xingcheng might be on the verge of death, after all, the two had a grudge back then...

As a result, Qi Yue only said one sentence after reading it, "I have read the protest email. The original opinion is maintained, the protest is dismissed, and no additional punishment will be imposed."

The secretary paused.

Then he heard the boss say, "Just put my name on the payment, and don't need to write the military department."

The secretary's pen nib paused again.

For mass collective protests like this, the handling opinions are generally issued by an agency of the military department, so as to prevent the decision-makers from being attacked by public opinion...

Song Mingran: "I haven't contacted you for a long time, but I forgot that you are also in the military department."

Qi Yue smiled: "I haven't forgotten you. If you have any questions today, just ask me. Maybe I can help you."

Song Mingran fought secretly with Qi Yue when he was in high school, and this feeling has always been engraved in his memory. He never expected that he would ask for help from the other party today... He took a breath and forced himself to calm down, "Some of my fans are disobedient and wrote a report Xin, how did you deal with it, is it too late for me to let them withdraw it?"

The other end was silent for a while, and asked, "You organized them to send it out together?"

"of course not……"

Before Song Mingran finished speaking, Song Mingxin continued, "It's me. I'm Song Mingxin."

"That's it... Hello, senior, long time no see." After greeting Qi Yue, he asked again, "Why did senior organize so many people to complain against him? Why did Lin Xingcheng make senior angry?"

"Okay, Qi Yue." Song Mingran snatched the words impatiently, "Is there any point in asking these questions now? We are just asking you about the results of your handling, whether you can withdraw it..."

"So, after organizing this, do you regret it?"

Song Mingran: "You can say whatever you want. I just hope you don't give him extra punishment just because he is Lin Xingcheng..."

As a result, he was interrupted by Qi Yue before he finished speaking, "There is no need to withdraw, because I have already dealt with it."

"It's over? Isn't the normal process 7 days? Just because he is Lin Xingcheng, are you going to target him like this?"

On the other end of the phone, the operator's voice came: "Mr. Song, our general's instructions on handling this matter are to maintain the original opinion and dismiss the protest. Your fans should have received a reply by now."

Song Mingran was taken aback, "Rejected?"

Just as he was talking, Song Mingxin's communicator also received the processing result from Fenfa, and the payment was obviously signed by Qi Yue himself.

"You...why?" Song Mingran was puzzled.

Don't you want to see Lin Xingcheng? Qi Yue was the first to take him in and then drive him away.How could he let Lin Xingcheng go so easily?

There was a slight smile over there, "There is no reason."

"Oh, by the way, do you still call him brother now? Maybe he will know about it soon. Think about how to explain it to him. "

"Thank you."

After speaking, the other party terminated the call.

Thank you for these two words, Song Mingran was taken aback for a moment, and a sense of powerlessness surged through his body again——

Yes, Lin Xingcheng will know soon.

My fans wrote more than 100 new letters to be punished, but Qi Yue personally rejected it with his signature, what is this?Making wedding dresses for others, but I became a clown myself.

Song Mingxin: "Ming Ran, it's a good thing that Lin Xingcheng didn't get punished, why don't I call him and beg him..."

"You begged him?" Song Mingran snorted coldly, "Burning "Flowers" was blamed on him, even the forum incident back then was done by you, why do you have the face to beg him?"

Song Mingxin was taken aback, "You..."

"I don't want to hear any sophistry anymore. I checked the backup server information of the forum back then." Song Mingran continued, dejected and self-defeating, "The two of us have done so many wrong things, how dare we expect him to help you?" Me? Huh?"

"...No matter what, try anyway, maybe he will soften his heart."

While the two were talking, Assistant Song Mingxin made a phone call and brought even worse news - Mi Shan, the author of the "plagiarized" original painting, had publicly asked him on the Internet whether he had embezzled the work to express his creativity.

Mi Shan is not considered popular in the league and doesn't have that many fans, but he is Song Mingran's senior and is quite popular in the industry.His words sparked a wave of waves, and caused many painters to boycott Song Mingran—there are some people who just talk about the matter, and some people who would never see him bring the fan circle to the painting circle.

Song Mingran's fans were angry, and going to argue with these people made the situation even more chaotic, causing many passers-by to dislike some brainless remarks, and their perception of Song Mingran turned dark—water can carry a boat , can also overturn the boat.

Song Mingran's career has been smooth since he was a child, and he has never experienced any setbacks. This is the first time he has encountered such a thing.Watching the screen filled with abusive remarks towards him, he suddenly became a frost-beaten eggplant, curled up on the sofa and slumped.

"I'll call Lin Xingcheng right away..." Song Mingxin didn't know how to comfort her, and only hoped to find someone to solve the matter as soon as possible.

However, the phone rang more than ten times, but no one answered.

She dialed again, and waited for 2 minutes, but still no one answered...

The beeping sound of the connection brings hope but makes people despair every time.

Song Mingxin was a little flustered, "Yes, or if you call yourself, he may not have saved my phone number, so he doesn't know who I am."

Song Mingran huddled on the sofa somewhat resignedly, motionless and silent.He didn't know how to react anymore, and he didn't have the face to call Lin Xingcheng, begging him to help him, and begging him to take a look at himself who had become so virtuous.

The communicator was forced into his hand, Song Mingxin said: "Just make a phone call, maybe you can save it by making a phone call. If you give up now, you will not be qualified to pursue Lin Xingcheng at all..."

Song Mingran's ears moved slightly.

Holding the communicator, he found Lin Xingcheng's number, stared at the string of numbers for a while, and dialed... Unfortunately, the other party still didn't answer.

He thought that if he had overcome the obstacle in his heart, the other party would stand there and reach out to him, but the hope was quickly shattered.

No one stood there waiting for him.No.

"He won't help me..."

Seeing him murmuring absently, Song Mingxin simply took his communicator and was about to dial it, but her own communicator rang first.

She thought it was Lin Xingcheng who called back, and picked it up excitedly, but the assistant's voice came from the opposite side:

"Sister Xin, I don't know how the objection letter was leaked, and it's all on the hot search. Now the whole network knows that our fans demanded to punish Lin Xingcheng, and it will be withdrawn after a few days. Netizens are saying... that we want to The reason for the withdrawal is that I want Lin Xingcheng to help clear up the plagiarism..."

"At this time, if Lin Xingcheng is asked to come forward to help clarify, netizens may not believe it, they will feel that he is threatened... Public opinion has the opportunity, we have lost..."

Song Mingxin closed his eyes in despair, and hung up the phone.

The air was dead silent.

Song Mingran on the sofa suddenly said, "I have completely lost everything now, right?"

On the other side, Lin Xingcheng had just finished a mech training match.

When he stepped off the stage, he glanced casually and saw a very familiar figure——Lan Yichuan.

The one who used his body for experiments.

Just as he was wondering, a male cleaner suddenly fell to the ground not far away.Discussions rang out from the crowd:

"Ah, what's going on."

"Oh my god, it's scary."

"Is there a doctor here???"

The people on the training ground were in a mess. Lin Xingcheng had learned some first aid knowledge in the military academy before, and was about to help the man with first aid, but there was another person who also pushed through the crowd.

He raised his eyes and saw that it was Lan Yichuan.

A professor at the Alliance Medical University, owns the most advanced laboratory in the Alliance, and his family is second to none in the fields of biomedicine, medical care, etc...

Simply put, this guy is more professional than he is.

After Lin Xingcheng looked at each other for a second, he immediately made a "please" gesture.

Lan Yichuan was also looking at him, his dark eyes narrowed quickly, and he said concisely: "Help me on the sidelines."

Not in a commanding tone, but in the most efficient way of speaking against the god of death.

Lin Xingcheng nodded.

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