At this special juncture, people in Xiyuan clearly knew that the church case was committed by Ichiro Kawamoto, but they deliberately issued such a statement to excuse the Dongyi people. The intention was very clear, that is, Xiyuan could not afford to offend Dongyi.
People, but this matter cannot be forgotten, so He Qi, an amateur, has become the key point. He must "know the general", "know the interests", and take the initiative to testify against the Dongyi people.
Therefore, yesterday, Chief Ju invited He Qi to go to the police department, just to teach He Qi to "understand the general situation" and "know the interests". It is very interesting that Editor Shao stepped on the spot and came to interview. He Qi suddenly understood this point.
There was no more psychological baggage and he affirmed: "Yes, I went to the police station yesterday."
As if doing a routine interview, Editor Shao briefly recorded He Qi's answers, and then read the second question in the sketchbook: "So what is the result of the identification?"
Qian Xuan was serving tea and listening.
He Qi said: "I identified two human traffickers and Ichiro Kawamoto."
Qian Xuan put the tea cup on the table and said angrily: "It was clearly done by Dongyi people. The evidence is conclusive. What does this announcement from the Police Department mean?"
Editor Shao looked at He Qi for a moment, but saw He Qi give him a cryptic look at the right time. The two knew each other well, so they ignored Qian Xuan's question. Editor Shao continued to ask: "What are those two people?"
Did the individual trafficker admit it?"
He Qi shook his head and said, "I don't know about that."
Qian Xuan said angrily: "Fuck, it's obvious. The murderers of our Chinese children should be beheaded in the market to use their souls in heaven."
Editor Shao frowned and said, "De Qian, do you want me to record what you said?"
Qian Xuan's eyes were red, and he pointed at the sketchbook and said: "Remember! Don't change a word. If it appears in tomorrow's newspaper, just say it was me, Qian, who said it."
He Qi stopped him: "Editor-in-Chief Shao, just remember my words. De Qian didn't go to the police station. He doesn't know."
Editor Shao understood what He Qi meant and decisively stopped writing.
Qian Xuan snatched Editor Shao's pen and wrote three and two strokes. Then he put down the pen, rubbed his neck and said, "What's there to be afraid of? People who have committed crimes are not afraid.
The person who committed the crime was afraid. What kind of fallacy is this? The matter was obvious. Brother Qi identified the mastermind behind the scenes. Because he was from Dongyi, they were afraid and did not dare to do so, so they issued such an announcement.
Come to fool me and other common people. They ignore the bloody murder of dozens of children's lives. Are they still considered human beings? If I don't stand up and speak out, am I still considered a human being? Lao Shao, just do what I say and publish it in the newspaper. If you dare
If you delete a word, don’t blame me or someone for falling out with you.”
He Qiwu glanced at Editor Shao.
Editor Shao put away his pen, closed his book, packed his bag, glanced at He Qi, and said: "It's nothing, Mr. He, don't worry, in the past he would dare to say even the most outrageous things, as long as he says it, I will
Even if the sky is falling, we still need to speak a word of truth. If we don’t speak this truth for the common people, no one will speak anymore, and then there will really be no hope for this world.”
"Deqian, Mr. He, I have to go back and catch up on the manuscript." Editor Shao packed up, picked up his bag, and bowed.
"I won't leave you to eat, go ahead." Qian Xuan waved his hand.
This is another "Qian Xuan"-like figure. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is "similar". He Qi respects such a person from the bottom of his heart. The little grudge was instantly eliminated. He bowed and returned the greeting from the bottom of his heart. When he looked up,
Only the back of Editor Shao walking towards the door with his bag on his back could still be seen in his eyes.
"No wonder you are on good terms with Editor Shao!" He Qi sat down and took a sip of tea.
"Isn't it the same for you?" Qian Xuan asked sideways.
He Qi was stunned and couldn't help but smile awkwardly.
Brother Xun came after lunch and brought three pieces of news.
First, the embassies of many countries jointly condemned the thugs for committing the murder and urged China to bring the murderer to justice as soon as possible and make the truth known to the public.
Second, some angry people spontaneously gathered a petition, asking the National Police Agency to execute the two traffickers and Ichiro Kawamoto, and demanding an apology and compensation from the Toyi people.
Third, the Dongyi Embassy issued an announcement, refusing to admit that the church case was related to the Dongyi people, sternly demanding that the Chinese side investigate clearly and clear their names, and in the name of protecting overseas Chinese, demanded the handing over of Ichiro Kawamoto, and refused to apologize.
and compensation.
Early the next morning, the latest "Beijing News" was released. The article in the first issue caused an uproar in all walks of life. Editor Shao was worthy of being a generation's "iron pen". In the article, he made a comprehensive analysis of the church case and sorted out the ins and outs of the case.
It was highlighted that the Dongyi people privately asked the Chinese side to return to the negotiating table on Article 21. This can also explain the reason for the church case. It was that the Dongyi people wanted to take advantage of the Western countries to fight each other, and Wuxia had no regard for the East.
At this time, they wanted to use despicable means such as the church case to create a gap between China and Western countries, thereby achieving the purpose of isolating China. In this way, the Dongyi people could pressure the Chinese to restart Article 21 negotiations.
Only then did He Qi understand that the Dongyi people had this idea.
Driven by some people intentionally or unintentionally, the public's emotions are like a rising tide, constantly hitting the coast. The number of people gathered today is many times more than yesterday. The patrols of the Police Department received orders from above.
, all mobilized to guard the various entrances leading to the Dongyi Legation, forming a human wall with their bodies to resist the progress of the people.
Both ends of Dongjiaomin Lane were blocked. People inside could not get out, and people outside could not get out. The foreign patrols also increased their manpower today. The foreign soldiers faced the angry people, and they all felt like they were facing a formidable enemy.
Dozens of dark gun muzzles stood ready.
The police patrols formed a human wall in front of them, with the guns of foreign soldiers behind them. There was a vacuum zone in the middle. As more and more people gathered, the anger accumulated, and this vacuum zone was slowly shrinking.
.
Although it was the end of September and the weather was clear and crisp, Ju Chang, who was on the front line, was sweating profusely. He took off his hat and fanned the wind while shouting: "Zini!"
Damn it! Adjutant Zhang, get over here quickly."
An adjutant in a gray military uniform, red epaulettes, a belt on his waist, and leather shoes put one hand on the guy on his waist, and kept wiping the sweat from his head with the other hand, and ran over in a panic, panting.
: "Ju Chang, what's going on?"
"Those who are riding horses are useless at the critical moment, and even a few common people can't stop them." Ju Chang glared, his face fell, he pointed at the retreating wall of people and shouted: "Go tell these losers
, if anyone dares to take a step back, labor and management will kill him immediately."
Originally, things like suppressing unruly people were very simple. Just fire a few shots and catch a few of the troublemakers, and you would be able to deal with it. However, things are different from the past. Juzhang ordered that neither shooting nor fighting back was allowed.
As a result, he was very passive. Adjutant Zhang looked at the black mass of heads and could not count them. He felt helpless and complained: "How about you let me fire a few shots to scare you, and I guarantee that no one will be hurt."
"Open your horse's pen!" Ju Chang was furious when he heard this, and his face was frighteningly ugly. He took out the gun from Adjutant Zhang's waist, loaded the gun and removed the safety, and finished it in one go. He stared at a pair of murderous eyes and pressed the black muzzle of the gun.
Adjutant Zhang's forehead: "Let you do something, Mad. It's going to be windy or raining. Even a few people can't stop you. Labor and management will kill you first, you idiot."
Adjutant Zhang felt the coolness on his forehead, and his whole body trembled with coldness. He gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "I got it, I'll go right now, I'm sure I'll block you."
Despite Adjutant Zhang's assurance, it is not a problem after all. People will bully the weak and fear the strong. The more they do not take measures to stop them, the more they will push further, and bloodshed will happen soon. Ju Chang looks away from the crowd of people.
Moving to the foreigners' side, the row of black gun muzzles showed no mercy.