Chapter 676 [Chapter of the Fatal Game] One Hundred and Twenty-Five: Appearances of All Living Beings (2)

[There are still 25 hours before execution]

Shangcheng District, Jin Street.

It's already 10 o'clock in the evening, and it's already dark. The howling cold wind brings blizzards from the clouds, which are filled with large ice particles. These ice particles slap against people's faces, even on the roughest skin.

There will still be obvious red marks on it.

The exhausted marchers stopped here. They made simple shelters using wooden crates and plastic foam that they could find in the street garbage dumps, and used the giant circular corridor in the center of Golden Street to shield them from the blizzard.

In the past, no one expected that the giant circular corridor, which was originally built just for aesthetics, could have such an effect.

It can be regarded as putting tax money to practical use.

Even if there are people left behind, the parade is still huge. However, since there is no moon tonight and the snowstorm prevents the torches from being lit, it is pitch dark near the parade. Even standing on the ubiquitous high-rise office buildings on King Street, under the cover of the snowstorm, it is still dark.

It was unclear how long the queue on the ground was and how many people there were.

The small shops and office buildings on Jin Street have been sealed off. The door panels of the doors are welded with steel bars from the inside. Security forces with loaded guns are guarding the doors of each office building, ready to counterattack after a breakthrough.

Such defensive measures are many times stronger than those in the Old City and Lower City. It is not because the people in Jinjie are more concerned about their lives, but simply because they have enough money and resources to protect their property.

The mob in the parade may be able to use guns to smash the windows of the office building, but they will never be able to climb up the wall, because waiting for them in the window are also gunmen, and the marchers' numerical advantage does not exist at this moment.

Already.

At this moment, already stationed in the center of the parade in the Golden Street circular cloister, an old man with an unshaven beard stood in the shadows that could not be blown by the blizzard, not knowing which direction to turn his gaze.

Like him, most people in the parade were shocked by the results of the simulator and believed that the strike would definitely succeed.

They joined the team with enthusiasm, followed the team to the upper city because of the foremen's promise of wages and benefits, and had irresolvable hatred because of the deaths of friends, colleagues and family members in this day.

Most of them have run emulator programs on their mobile phones, but not everyone has the ability to associate numbers -

To them, the people who died during the simulator simulation process and the price they paid were just cold numbers.

They may know that "a lot of people are going to die," but their dull sense prevents them from realizing the cruelty of the strike itself through numbers, and for various reasons they are unable to associate "death" with themselves.

The old man grabbed a ball of snow from beside him and stuffed it into his dry mouth. This finally relieved some of the thirst caused by the long time of hiking and hard work, and at the same time he had an unbearable toothache.

It's worth it, he told himself.

He supports a family, and at first this family is just him - he is a farmer from the countryside around Yanan City, and he came to Yanan City with the money purchased by the William Adams Group for the land. At first he felt that he would

With this money, he can live a prosperous life, but who knows that things in the city are so expensive. Five shillings in the countryside can already afford to build a house, but in Yanan City it can only feed him for half a year.

He spent all his savings in confusion, helplessness and exhaustion from work, and had to live in a small room in a corner building with the new immigrants who couldn't even speak the imperial dialect, and ate every day.

After two meals, I had constant chest pain every night due to occupational diseases caused by work.

This situation lasted for three full years after he came to Yanan City.

People have to live, and life must go on. A person who lives in such a muddle-headed way would never think of committing suicide. When he is depressed, he will only exchange tomorrow's breakfast money for a glass of absinthe before going to bed, and then fall asleep with a tipsy and broken quilt.

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Fortunately, life soon took a turn for the better.

In the third year after coming to Yanan City, he met a girl from his hometown under very unexpected circumstances. The girl was tricked into the city by an agency. She wanted to find a stable job, but she was troubled by the difficulties of life.

Po became a corner girl.

When he met her, she was already eight months pregnant, had no way to receive customers, had no savings, and could hardly survive.

She told him that she had had too many abortions, and if she aborted this one again, she would not be able to get pregnant in the future, so she wanted to keep the child.

He didn't think about why he had to have so many abortions, or why she didn't take birth control measures. He just supported her life.

So, of course, she moved into his room in the corner building and was responsible for taking care of his life.

Most of the relationships between men and women in Xiacheng District are simple, supporting and being supported, needing and being needed. Everyone is working hard to survive. The excessive pressure to survive makes it impossible for morality to survive here.

He felt very satisfied. As a weather-beaten bachelor in his forties, he already looked like an old man in his fifties. Having a girl willing to follow him was already a gift from the Holy Light, not to mention that this girl was taller.

Yes, what if you have a child? Who despises whom?

After she gave birth, in order to prevent her from going back to her profession, he found a way to work an extra job. The money he earned not only covered the expenses of a family of three, but he was even able to save some.

The girl was very satisfied with this. She even began to look forward to her future life. After coming to Yanan City, her eyes had light for the first time.

The old man noticed the light in the girl's eyes. Although he didn't quite understand what she was thinking, his dull feeling at least told him one thing: because of his efforts, they had savings, so the girl was very happy.

This is the happiest moment in his life.

In fact, he knew that there were many men and women living together around him who did not reject the "job" of being a corner girl. There were even many men and women who encouraged their partners, both men and women, to do such work, and even stood by the door to guarantee

Don't be bothered by others because you can really make a lot of money.

Life is just a matter of patience.

If you were a little more confused, you wouldn't have to live so tiringly.

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As of today, the second child in this family is three years old.

The girl regarded this child as a gift from the Holy Light, took good care of the two children, and was unwilling to let them enter the factory to work with their father like most of their peers.

The girl often does odd jobs sewing clothes, but there are so many people who know how to mend clothes. Her work is sporadic, which is not enough to contribute to the family of four.

Because of the turmoil in Yanan City these days, as of today, all the savings they have saved through hard work and frugality have been spent.

The old man originally planned to find a way to get another job, but overnight, he lost his job - the factory where he worked purchased a batch of automation equipment, and the factory owner laid off people on a large scale, so people like him were no longer needed.

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Overnight, he fell into hell.

After despair comes uncontrollable anger.

At first, I didn’t know who started it. There was a dispute between those who were laid off and those who were not laid off. The dispute quickly evolved into a conflict. Soon violence broke out. Some workers who were laid off killed people and burned down.

Automation equipment purchased by factory owners.

Since he was present at the time and his face was photographed with a mobile phone, the Industrial Zone Police Department quickly found them.

The number of laid-off workers was so large that there was no chance of compromise in a desperate situation, and conflicts broke out again.

It just so happened that at that time, most of the workers had been exposed to the strike simulator and knew what to do to benefit themselves, so they did a great job - after sacrificing some people, they killed some police officers and left the rest

The people were imprisoned as capital for subsequent negotiations.

Unexpectedly, early the next morning, all the imprisoned police officers were dead.

Everything is irreversible from now on.

I don’t know if it was a coincidence, or the posts on the forum enlightened people, or some other reason... A large-scale strike began in the industrial area overnight.

Some radical workers stood up, organized everyone, and wanted to ask for an explanation from the factory owners. However, by that time, most of the factory owners in the industrial area had already fled after hearing the news, and the parliamentary department in the industrial area was completely empty.

The workers hit empty targets.

According to the most efficient, shortest, and most successful strike process on the simulator, the workers formed a temporary union and divided them into more than a dozen teams according to the factory areas they belonged to. Nearly half a million people gathered and marched toward Shangcheng City in a mighty manner.

Drive in the direction of Yharnam Municipal House.

As of this snowy night, the entire team has less than 100,000 left.

The old man huddled in a cardboard box he picked up from the trash. He couldn't sleep. He thought about his wife and children.

In a moment, a figure walked over from the snow not far away.

The old man and a few people around him immediately pulled him over and asked nervously:

"What did Charlie say?"

Charlie was one of the union organizers who led them.

The man who was shivering from the cold shivered when he spoke:

"Boss Charlie said there is no letter from the lower town yet, so we can only continue to move forward."

A grumpy co-worker immediately became anxious:

"Why is there no news? Aren't some of our people staying in the Lower City? What are they doing?"

The man replied:

"I heard it's because the lighthouse signals are blocked wherever we go, so we can't receive messages on our mobile phones... There's a guy over there with Charlie who is working on a radio, but I don't know if the radio signal can be sent out... Anyway, it's very bad.

Damn it, we can’t contact Xiacheng District now.”

When the old man spoke, he tried not to let others hear the despair hidden in his voice:

"I feel that he has lost confidence... He believes that the price we have paid cannot be compensated by the harvest."

The old man licked his chapped lips again:

"If he hadn't already marched here, I'm afraid Charlie would have left with his people. They all listened to him because he was usually nice to them, but they didn't know that good people can't succeed."

The grumpy voice almost became angry:

"Charlie can't do it, but if you can, go ahead!"
To be continued...