28: To keep innocence in the world! 2/4

"If you don't have his number, find it. Contact his family in Long Country, or anyone who knows him!"

"Quickly get this message to him!"

Li Xiangzhe looked anxious.

Even the beautiful woman standing beside him showed a hint of panic.

"...Yes!"

Wu Feng nodded.

Sweating, he turned and left the conference room, constantly dialing numbers, using all his connections to find Wu Tian's contact information... A Su-57 fighter jet!

This is one of the most advanced fighter jets in the world, used to eliminate a Host!

It shows how ruthless Gatilov is!

At the same time, it also indirectly proves that... Gatilov is now cornered!

"It seems Sinikov was telling the truth. This Gatilov is indeed the culprit of the disaster back then, and also the indirect murderer of so many people who died after the disaster!"

"Yes..."

Zhang Meng nodded.

"Back then, I didn't understand why father insisted on going to that cursed place."

"Turns out..."

"He was also after this truth."

"Haha..."

Li Xiangzhe was stunned for a moment, then smiled gently.

He reached out and stroked Zhang Meng's hair.

"Let the past be the past. At least now, this young man named Wu Tian has successfully found the truth in Chernobyl."

"It can also be considered..."

"Fulfilling your grandfather's wish."

"Giving the victims of that year a truth. Don't worry about it!"

"Mm..."

Zhang Meng smiled and nodded.

She looked at Wu Tian in the live broadcast, her eyes sparkling with a glimmer of light, a restless eagerness to follow Wu Tian to explore began to brew in her heart!

..."Fatty!"

"Hand me the stuff!"

After firmly tamping down the soil with a shovel, Wu Tian waved to the Fatty behind him without looking back.

"Hey..."

"That... Boss..."

"Wait a moment, it's a bit heavy."

The Fatty's voice was slightly pained. At this moment, he was carrying a long, half-section of a floor slab with both hands, moving with difficulty towards Sinikov's grave.

He said 'carrying'... but in fact, this half-section of the floor slab weighed several hundred catties. The Fatty was only barely lifting one corner of the slab.

He dragged it with difficulty towards Wu Tian.

"Sha..."

"Sha..."

The Fatty took a breath.

"Phew... Boss, I'm almost there, just over a meter left."

"Let me try harder!"

"..."

"Can't lift it?"

Wu Tian turned his head and glanced at the Fatty, whose face was flushed.

"If you couldn't lift it, why didn't you say so earlier? I could have just helped out, and it would have been done."

Having said that.

Wu Tian reached out towards the half-section of the floor slab in the Fatty's hands, ready to take it.

"Ah, haha..."

"No need, Boss!"

"This thing is too heavy, whether it's one person or two, it's the same. Besides, haven't I arrived?"

"Come, lend a hand, let's stand it up..."

Whoosh!

Under the Fatty's bewildered expression, Wu Tian calmly used only his right hand to easily take the two to three hundred jin solid half-section floor slab from his hands.

And he even inserted it steadily into Sinikov's grave.

Boom!

"St... stood it up?"

"Mm."

Wu Tian nodded.

"We are leaving, but the story of this place must remain, and Sinikov's spirit must live on."

"Wait a moment, I'll engrave a monument for him!"

"..."

"No..."

The Fatty was stunned.

"Boss, what are we going to use to engrave a monument? There are no tools or electricity here. Let's just stick the floor slab in as a marker for now, and later, when we come back, we can properly compose an inscription for her. I'm telling you, I'm best at writing eulogies..."

"Too long..."

Crack... crack crack!

The sound of stone cracking echoed in front of Wu Tian.

The Fatty's mouth gaped open.

Wu Tian was seen using one end of the lamp post to forcefully press against the half-section of the floor slab, his hands moving slowly, and half-finger deep carvings appeared so easily.

Cement fragments rustled down from the half-section solid floor slab!

It was as easy and comfortable as scraping chocolate with a wire.

The Fatty rubbed his eyes, wondering if the floor slab had been soaked in water.

He quickly poked the half-section solid floor slab with his finger... Holy crap!

The Fatty was bewildered.

This was clearly a proper solid cement floor slab, so why could Boss so easily scrape off such a thick layer with a lamp post?

Could it be... The Fatty's eyes darted.

He understood!

"Boss!"

"This must be your Long Country Kung Fu, right?"

"Even after seeing it so many times, I'm still amazed!"

"When do you think I'll reach your level? I'm really looking forward to it!"

"..."

Wu Tian had just outlined the uneven border on the stone tablet and was still thinking about what to draw on it. Hearing the Fatty babbling beside him, he perfunctorily said to the latter.

"Mm."

"Simple!"

"Poke cement with your finger every day!"

"Poke for two or three years, and you'll be there!"

"Really?"

The Fatty was stunned, then his eyes lit up. He waddled over to the nearby ruins, found a few cement pillars, and started poking them wildly!

Bang bang!

Bang!

Crack... "Ow!"

...Sinikov was a survivor of the Chernobyl incident and the only one who knew the truth. He lived so that this truth could one day be revealed.

But in the end, he also died for it.

How should his life be described?

Wu Tian pursed his lips.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered an ancient poem.

Perhaps this ancient poem from Long Country is the most appropriate to describe Sinikov's life?

"Swish swish..."

"Swish!"

After more than ten seconds, fourteen large characters, like iron hooks and silver paintings, appeared on the huge stone tablet made from the half-section of the floor slab!

"Though my body may shatter, I will leave my innocence in the human world!"

"..."

The people in front of the live broadcast screen all saw these fourteen characters, like iron hooks and silver paintings. Amidst waves of surprise, they seemed to have reached some kind of consensus in the dark.

They all started flooding the public screen with this poem!

"Though my body may shatter, I will leave my innocence in the human world!"

"Though my body may shatter, I will leave my innocence in the human world!"

"Though my body may shatter, I will leave my innocence in the human world!"

"..."

These fourteen characters, perhaps, are the best affirmation of Sinikov's life...

...Wu Tian, who had just erected the stone tablet, stood up, a hint of coldness flashing across his lips.

He still had to continue exploring!

Continue discovering!

He wanted to search all of Pripyat and show everyone in the live broadcast room!

How desolate the once prosperous metropolis is now!

"Boss..."

Suddenly, Rice's resentful voice sounded behind Wu Tian.

"What's wrong?"

Wu Tian was stunned.

"My middle finger hurts a lot, I feel very bad right now. It seems like I have a contusion of the soft tissue in my finger joint!"

"Huh?"

Wu Tian was even more bewildered.

"What does your contusion have to do with me? I didn't do it, did I?"

"..."

The Fatty's mouth fell open.

"You told me to poke the cement, Boss!"

"You believed me when I was talking nonsense?"

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