Ford was unexpectedly calm at this time: "Ordinary residents were stunned by the roar of the giant. It is normal for them to misunderstand. Has the surveillance system recorded the video information at that time?"

"The machines were interfered with by high-frequency sound waves, and even the reconnaissance flying saucer could not be activated. The monitor was also... awarded the title to hold a public ceremony. If the public objected so much, it would probably be hindered."

"He is Flan's benefactor! If it weren't for him, how many people would have died in Flan? No matter who opposes or how many people oppose it, he deserves this title! You can arrange this matter..." Ford didn't want to say much and walked away.

Sighing, Sherlock also walked away.

Room... Zhuo Fan crawled back to the bed. "So that's the case. I said that when I heard about the title just now, the city lord acted so abnormally..."

He fiddled with his mobile phone, and there were 3 unread text messages on the screen of zombie financial management. After reading the text message, Zhuo Fan laughed: "The income in three days is 59. Last time he transferred money to Zhuo Ying, this time he transferred some money to his parents..."

My parents also quickly replied to the text message. "I have seen the transfer. Xiaofan is really promising. What good job has he found?"

...

Half a day passed in a flash.

Under Sherlock's guidance, passing through the broken corridor, Zhuo Fan came to a room full of recording equipment.

As soon as he entered the house, Ford called Sherlock away. Ford whispered: "God of Gabriel has agreed to the title. Let's prepare for the start. The broadcast will explain it to the public, and then officially start awarding the title."

"Hey! Hey!" Sherlock finally tested the microphone, and then showed that there was no problem with his eyes. Zhuo Fan glanced at his phone. It was exactly 16:30 in the afternoon. Ford sat in front of the microphone, wiping his sweat while starting his speech: "Dear Flange residents, good afternoon..."

The sound of the broadcast echoed in the streets and alleys of Flange.

Zhuo Fan listened very seriously on the side, and the process of the talk was basically to help him clarify the facts. He also knew that things often became darker and darker the more they were described.

"Next, please invite Zhuo Fan himself to explain to you why he sat on the shoulder of the ice giant." After Ford said that, he let Zhuo Fan go to the microphone.

"That's right! I'm sitting on the shoulder of the giant..." Zhuo Fan paused for a long time, so long that all the residents stopped shouting and cursing, and began to wonder if the speaker on the radio was broken again. Finally, Zhuo Fan's voice sounded. "That's right! I'm sitting on the shoulder of the giant because the ice and snow giant saved my life!"

The people who were originally going to scold Zhuo Fan after explanation were stunned.

He actually admitted... the cold wind blew, and the streets were so quiet that the sound of falling leaves sliding on the ground could be heard.

"My speech is over, thank you!" After saying that, Zhuo Fan stood up.

At this time, the Ford City Lord finally woke up and cursed: "Are you an idiot? You might as well just say that you are in the same group as the Ice and Snow Giant..."

Because Ford's voice was too high, the loudspeaker "buzzed!" The high-frequency electronic noise sounded, causing the residents of Flan to cover their ears. Zhuo Fan did not explain and quickly left the recording studio. Sherlock looked at him deeply, and then whispered to Ford who was already crazy: "Master Lord, since this is the case, just imprison Zhuo Fan... This public anger will definitely calm down."

Ford covered his lips: "No... absolutely not..."

After a conversation, Ford announced on the radio again: "Zhuo Fan has admitted his actions, and his life and death will be judged by Lord Nice. If there are any objections, you can contact the official flange to assist in supervision!"

...

The sky gradually became darker.

On the second floor, Zhuo Fan enjoyed all the space alone. He fiddled with his cell phone in the room, occasionally glanced out the window, and in the courtyard where the sunset shone, guards in military uniform patroled by.

"Are you being monitored? It should be the proposal of those residents..." Zhuo Fan didn't care. There were a lot of books in the building. After meditating, he found some books that he was interested in. He is now reading a book called "Middle Reading of Intermediate Mentalists". There are many contents in the book introducing the secret patterns of mind power that transforms mind power. Zhuo Fan was fascinated by it and read all the contents of this part of the chapter in one breath.

After closing the book, Zhuo Fan was still imagining the materialization of the mind power he used.

"You can only use it after your mental power reaches L8.0... When the chemistry of mind is deep, there are two development directions. One is to develop towards the [subtle] control direction. Such psychics are welcomed by many large machinery companies. Such senior employees have even comparable control accuracy to cutting-edge machinery, and are more flexible... As for the other direction, it is [attack type]. In addition to magicians and warriors, they are also active on the front-line battlefield, sweeping the enemy with invisible psychic weapons..."

The vibrating message of "buzz!" interrupted his thoughts. Zhuo Fan took out his cell phone and it turned out to be a text message from Royxue. Zhuo Fan was a little surprised.

"Brother Zhuo Fan, I exchanged the city contribution value for a bicycle, but I can't ride it... You come out and teach me, it's in the old place."

Zhuo Fan took a look at the time. It was already past nine o'clock in the evening. He lay on the window and looked out. Patrol guards kept passing by the window. He sighed and replied. "You should know my current situation. You really can't get out... classmate."

Although I was unwilling to do so, I still pressed to send it to confirm. In a few seconds, there was another text message, which was only a few simple words.

"It's okay, I'll wait for you!"

Zhuo Fan looked at the text message until the screen became dark, and he suddenly stood up and walked out of the door. He left the second-story building, and there were a few unrecognizable guards standing at the door. "Several guard brothers, I have to go out if I have something to do, can I..."

Several guards seemed to have not seen or heard it. One of the top soldiers suddenly interrupted Zhuo Fan: "Brother, go to the room to check if Mr. Zhuo Fan is asleep, and then inform me!"

Zhuo Fan was standing in front of them...

"Yes!" The recruiter had a rough face, a little like Johnson. Although the recruiter didn't look at Zhuo Fan, he showed a proud smile on his face. He passed by Zhuo Fan's voice and whispered: "Thank you..."

Zhuo Fan felt a little moved, and the recruit soon came out to report: "Report to the captain, I have checked it over and over again. Mr. Zhuo Fan has indeed fallen asleep."

The Soldier looked serious: "Has he really checked?"

The new recruit saluted Zhuo Fan and replied loudly: "Really!"

"Okay! Then you go and check the path leaving the city lord's mansion. This path is rugged and dangerous. I hope you don't go back..." His meaningfulness.
Chapter completed!