Chapter 139 Principles of Civilization

Bella took a few deep breaths, the ability of the spiritual shield was reinforced to the maximum, and the spiritual energy ran quickly, suppressing the negative emotions again.

In order to divert her attention, she looked down at the short story of the day after tomorrow.

There is indeed a touching scene in the New York Public Library, as well as the influence of some negative emotions in my own heart.

"Sorry, there have been a lot of things recently. This short story is indeed derived from some thoughts in my heart, but I use the cold to describe some people and things." She explained the previous gaffe.

"Can you accompany me out for a walk? You know, I'm an old man, and I enjoy walking in the evening." The old bald man did not go further into the topic of the end of the world.

Bella still hasn't found any trace of the other party's existence in her own mind detection, which shows that the old bald head also has similar anti-mind reading and anti-detection methods.

But this is also normal. As the most powerful psionic power user in the world, it would be a strange thing if he did not know the inner secret of protecting himself.

"Of course." Bella packed her things, put her bag on her back, and pushed Professor Charles out of the library.

After leaving the library, she was a little confused. The old man didn't say where her home was, and she didn't even know. Could it be pushed to the New York Police Department? Say I found a lonely old man on the road, can you help contact his family?

Seemingly guessing her thoughts, the bald-headed old man smiled and said, "Just walking around, in fact, I haven't come out for a long time... That street over there, I remember there was a restaurant back then, and it tasted good. Now it's turned into a high-rise building..."

Like a competent tour guide, the old bald man told her some New York's past from time to time.

"Orolo told me about you, do you want to know what she thinks of you?" The old bald head suddenly showed a pure smile like a child.

Storm's evaluation of herself? Bella thought for a moment. "Well, of course."

"Orolo said you were smart and brave, but I saw your fragility and hesitation."

The old man's tone was ordinary, not a compliment or abusive, Bella nodded in approval of the evaluation.

"You're right, I do have a sense of crisis, and I always wrap myself up, from start to finish, it's always been like this."

Her mind shield, which is completely integrated with the soul, is the proof. It is open 24 hours a day, preventing mind reading and mind control.

It's all cost-effective now.

This is the habitual alert of her predecessor Bella, and it is also some kind of protection that finally forms after her crossing over, all kinds of uneasy emotions.

"There's nothing wrong with protecting yourself. You don't have to hesitate because of it. The most important thing is behavior, how to define your role in the world."

The old man suddenly looked into the distance, and a long black Lincoln drove slowly: "Ah, it seems that my student has come to pick me up. Well, it was a pleasure chatting with you, goodbye, Miss Swan."

Bella once offered to let the old man call herself 'Bella', but the old man still stubbornly called her 'Miss Swan'.

"Goodbye, Professor."

Lengthening Lincoln stopped in front of the two, a man and a woman came down.

The woman was an acquaintance, and she was the Storm woman mentioned earlier.

The male Bella has never been seen before. He looks tall and thin, with a tough face and quartz glasses. He should be the famous Cyclops in the mutant circle.

"Hi Bella."

"Hi, Aurora."

After a brief greeting, the tall man pushed the old man into the car, and Storm waved goodbye to Bella and went around to the left to drive.

Professor Charles asked pointedly, before Extending Lincoln left.

"Miss Swan, if you're done writing your short story, can you email me and let me see how it ends?"

"sure."

"Okay, goodbye."

"goodbye."

The encounter with Professor Charles was just a small episode in New York life, and the negative emotions were gradually resolved. Bella was not affected much and still played in New York at her own pace.

Go to the library to read, go shopping, go shopping, and when the interest comes, continue to code.

She wrote the short story "The Day After Tomorrow" in three days. After polishing and revising it, she entered it into an electronic version and emailed it to Professor Charles.

Humanity was not destroyed, but the northern hemisphere was frozen, and the survivors were evacuated to the southern hemisphere, which is now the third world country in the American population.

Hegemony has completely disappeared, proud and arrogant Americans have become guests of other countries, oil is no longer the fuse of war, and the prosperous past has become history.

In the book, the newly-appointed President of the United States delivered a speech, hoping that all survivors will unite and continue to struggle for survival and for the continuation of civilization!

Old man Charles was very satisfied with the ending of the story. He didn't know that the original ending of the story was like this. He thought it was his persuasion that made Bella change his mind. He thought the ending was more meaningful than he expected.

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"The gap between races is actually language and deeper values. To eliminate hatred, in my opinion, it is difficult to rely on the efforts of one or two people. It takes time and requires more sacrifices. To break in..."

In the library, Bella chats with a new friend of hers.

This is a middle-aged man in his forties, with all his hair falling out, a pair of large glasses on the bridge of his nose, and a modest smile on the corner of his mouth.

Carl Elijah is a high school history teacher with many Russian students.

Russians get along very badly in the United States, stealing, robbing, and creating all kinds of social events. Most Russians can only join gangs when they come here.

The teacher Karl Elijah patiently taught the Russian children history, hoping that they would find their own way in history.

Whenever he sees his students in the library, he encourages them to study hard.

The history teacher was just chatting at first, Bella didn't feel any malice. Seeing that this forty-something-year-old single history teacher didn't look like a power user or a magician, she said a few words casually.

Unexpectedly, many of the two people's views are very similar, and soon they talked about the Paris human trafficking incident that has recently spread.

"You can't hurt women and children. I think even gangsters should abide by this most basic bottom line." The history teacher Elijah had a hint of indignation in his tone.

As a witness, Bella has too much right to speak. She can't say that the blood stained the street was done by herself, but she also expressed her own point of view, that is, those traffickers deserve to die!

"The principle of civilization is that we treat criminals more kindly than they treat victims, and we cannot be reduced to the level of criminals..."

History teacher Carl Elijah's words were very sharp, and Bella couldn't help but look at him twice.