They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 185 Under the Streetlight
Riya pushed the rusty wheelchair and pulled out Ivan, who was trapped in the house and couldn't go anywhere. Although the current wheelchair was rusty, it could still be used after a few hard pushes.

The only bad thing is probably that this wheelchair always makes weird noises.

As soon as it rang, it kept shaking, making Evander wonder if it would fall apart in the next second.

"Kercha, what happened here!?"

Evander looked extremely shocked when he returned outside. He watched the two people jumping around "bang bang bang", and one of them was still shouting "Help", and he couldn't help but start to be stunned.

But overall, he was very satisfied with the scene and even couldn't help laughing: "Did they change their career to comedians? Why did they suddenly start tap dancing?"

"I don't know." Ria waved her hand.

The two people were still dancing to themselves. Suddenly, they began to move quickly in one direction, and other workers naturally followed them and ran.

The two people in front were jumping and running, and a group of people behind them were following closely. They didn't know why they wanted to follow, but they were right as long as they followed the people in front.

"My shoes! My shoes!"

Someone lost his shoes, but no one cared about his voice.

Soon, the two people who were dancing ran under a street lamp.

For some reason, the father and son started to climb the street lamp like monkeys, and the crowd's attention followed them higher and higher -

Finally, the two men climbed to the top of the street lamp, stood up hard, and even continued to tap dance on the dangerous pole.

The old man kept jumping and was on the verge of emotional collapse. His son Baldwin took out a rope from his arms and said, "Dad, stop jumping. I will tie you up now and we will go down right away."

He wanted to tie his father with a rope, but the old man's body was out of control at all. In their haste, their necks were tightly tightened, and a knot was tied underneath to the stick.

"Zi!"

The two fell onto the street lamp and struggled hard in front of all the workers. Their pupils rolled up and the whites of their eyes became bloodshot, and they couldn't even speak.

"hiss--"

I don't know who took a breath.

"Papa-papa!" I don't know who is applauding.

Riya clapped softly, while Evander looked shocked.

"What do you think, Mr. Detective?"

The young man turned his head and looked at the man: "I have already said that these people should all hang on the street lamps."

"When did you say that?" Evander didn't understand, but that didn't stop him from thinking that this phenomenon was extremely satisfying.

"Do you want to save them?"

"Only an idiot would save it."

Evander also clapped happily along with Riya, and he felt extremely relieved.

"Although I don't know how this is done, it is really shocking. Kercha, do you have some supernatural power?"

"This is a secret." Riya made a silent gesture, then spread his arms and walked out of the crowd, standing under the streetlight, like a natural interpreter.

"Everyone, you are free."

He raised his hands high, and everyone seemed to be gradually infected by his emotions. Soon, some people clenched their fists and waved their fists hard.

"Kill, kill them!"

"They all deserve to die! These bandits who have no regard for human rights!"

"Freedom! Free! Free!"

The workers shouted and cheered with all their strength.

They applaud, they celebrate.

They hugged each other and burst into tears.

Emotions were running high.

But soon, some people began to feel confused.

"Then do you still want to continue working today?" "Of course not."

"But if we don't work, where will our wages come from? What else can we do?"

The reality is always cruel. After a short period of cheering, people begin to become depressed. If they continue to ignore it, they will even resent someone for killing the original factory owner.

Human nature is a fluid, twisted, and complex thing.

Evander listened to the questioning voices from the crowd: "What should we do now? Kercha."

"Don't put the problem on others, Mr. Evander, I think I did my job perfectly.

The transformation of society is destined to eliminate a group of people and the fittest will survive. Although we have not reached that great stage and they have not been truly liberated, we are already great.

One person cannot do everything or distort everyone's thinking, as long as he tries his best, there is no need to feel ashamed. "

Riya said this to Evander on this day, and Evander's emotions were aroused for a moment.

“Yes, survival of the fittest.

You are amazing, Kercha, more than many people I have ever met. "

Riya nodded: "Of course, I think so too."

Evander: "..."

He found that Riya didn't seem to know how to be modest at this time.

"So are we going to persuade them to go back?"

"No, we can't persuade them to leave."

The external chains have been broken, but the chains built by oneself are difficult to cut off.

Ria asked workers to set up a long ladder and lowered Baldwin from the rope. He was still breathing, and his father was still alive. Being connected to the extraordinary might make him extraordinarily tenacious. I don't know if this is a good thing or not. bad thing.

"Your father can't die anyway, so he can just hang up there. As for you...you continue to be your factory owner."

"it is good."

Baldwin has been completely controlled by Riya, and he has no intention of resisting at this time.

And Riya's purpose is not that simple. He wants to use Birdwin's hand to control the factory and take the opportunity to find the nobles who are behind the factory. For example, "that person" mentioned by the old man is worthy of attention.

Of course, the difference between him and these people is that he allows vacations, does not delay wages, and does not kill workers' lives at will.

Workers can stay if they want to, and they can leave if they don't want to.

The result was as he expected. Except for some family members of workers who were hospitalized, no one chose to leave.

"You have to be nice to them so that they will work for you sincerely. Of course, the rules and regulations cannot be ignored. Buy them insurance."

Riya told Birdwin that he thought it was better for black merchants to be evil to their enemies and be kind to themselves, otherwise they would easily end up like the old man on the street lamp.

He would hang there forever, and when he was dying, Baldwin could explain the situation to the Society of Order, and they would come and dispose of the body.

The rest of the time, don't worry about this person and just pretend he doesn't exist.

"You should make your own judgment about what you should do and what you shouldn't do."

Riya patted Baldwin on the shoulder and glanced at the blood-red marks on his neck.

"Remember to heal their injuries before starting work. Do you have any other questions?"

"……Have."

Baldwin raised his head hesitantly, looked at Riya, and spoke word by word.

“I can’t remove the pollution from those workers.

Now that the black smoke restraining them disappears, they will soon be infected by the bacteria attached to the burn pus, completely lose control, and turn into extraordinary creatures and run into the city. "

"It's too late."

(End of this chapter)