Rule Strange: Urban Legends That Don't Exist

Chapter 676 [Chapter of the Game of Death] 120 Five: All Beings (2)

[There are still 25 hours before the execution]
Uptown, King Street.

It is now 10 o'clock in the evening, it is already dark, and the blizzard brought by the howling wind from the clouds is full of large ice particles, which slap on the face of people, even on the roughest skin There will still be obvious red marks on the face.

The exhausted marchers stopped here. They used wooden crates and plastic foam that they could find in the garbage dumps on the street to make simple shelters, and used the giant circular corridor in the center of King Street to shelter from the snowstorm.

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

It can be regarded as the actual use of taxes.

Even if some people left behind, the parade was still huge, but because there was no moon tonight and the snowstorm prevented the torches from being lit, the vicinity of the parade was pitch black. It is not clear how long the line on the ground is and how many people there are.

The small shops and office buildings on Jin Street have been sealed off. The door panels of the gates are welded with steel bars from the inside. The security forces with live ammunition are guarding behind the gates of each office building, ready to break through and counterattack at any time.

Such defensive measures are many times stronger than those in the Old Town and Lower Town, not because the people on King Street are more willing to take their lives, but because they have enough money and resources to protect their property.

The mob in the parade may be able to smash the windows of the office building with guns, but it is absolutely impossible to climb up the wall, because there are also gunmen waiting for them in the windows, and the number advantage of the marchers does not exist at this moment up.

At this moment, in the middle of the parade stationed in the circular corridor of Golden Street, an old man with a beard was standing in the shadow of the snowstorm, not knowing where to turn his gaze.

Like him, most of the people in the parade were stunned by the simulation results of the simulator, thinking that as long as they went on strike, they would be successful.

They joined the ranks with blood, followed them uptown because of the foremen's promises of wages and benefits, and had an irresolvable hatred for the deaths of friends, colleagues, and family members throughout the day.

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

For them, the price paid by the people who died during the simulator simulation is just a cold number.

They may know that "a lot of people will die", but their dull sense prevents them from realizing the cruelty of the strike itself through numbers, and for various reasons, they cannot associate "death" with themselves.

The old man grabbed a lump of snow from his side and stuffed it into his parched mouth, finally relieving some of the thirst caused by the long walk and hard work, and at the same time had an unbearable toothache.

It's worth it, he told himself.

He was supporting a family that at first was just himself—a farmer from the countryside around Yharnam, who had come to Yharnam with money from the William Adams Group's purchase of fields, and at first he thought he would because With this money, he lived a rich life. Who knew that things in the city were terribly expensive, and 5 shillings in the countryside were enough to build a house, but in Yanan City, it could only provide him with meals for the first half of the year.

He spent all his savings in a daze, helplessness, and exhaustion from work, and had to live in a small room in a corner building with those new immigrants who couldn't even speak the Imperial language, eating and drinking every day. Two meals, chest pains every night due to occupational diseases caused by work.

After he came to Yanan City, this situation lasted for three full years.

People have to live, and life has to go on. People like him who live in a daze would never think of committing suicide. He would just exchange tomorrow's breakfast money for a glass of absinthe before going to bed when he is depressed, and then fall asleep with a little drunk and a broken quilt. .

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 by a very unexpected situation. The girl was deceived by an intermediary to the city. Po became a corner girl.

When he met her, she was already eight months pregnant, unable to receive guests, and had no savings, and could barely survive.

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

He didn't think about why he had to have so many abortions, nor did he think about why she didn't take contraceptive measures, he just funded her life.

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

Most of the relationships between men and women in the lower urban area are simple, providing for and being supported, needing and being needed, and everyone is working hard to survive. Excessive pressure to survive makes morality have no soil for survival here.

He felt very satisfied. As a weather-beaten bachelor in his 40s, he already looked like an old man in his 50s. It was a gift from the Holy Light to have a girl who was willing to follow him, not to mention that the girl was not bad. So what if you have a child?Who hates whom?
After she gave birth, in order not to let her go back to her job, he found a way to do another job, and the money he earned was not only enough for the family of three, but he could even save some.

The girl was very satisfied with this, and 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, the dull feeling told him at least one thing: because of his hard work, they had savings, so the girl was very happy.

This is the happiest moment of his life.

In fact, he knows that there are many men and women who live together around him, and he does not reject the "job" of the corner girl. Many men and women even encourage their partners—whether men or women, to do such a job, and even stand by the door to guarantee Don't be disturbed, because you can really make a lot of money.

Life, bear with it and live on.

If you are a little more confused, you don't have to live so tired.

……

To this day, the second child in the family is three years old.

The girl regarded this child as a gift from the Holy Light, and took good care of the two children, not willing to let them enter the factory to work with their father like most of their peers.

From time to time, the girl does some odd jobs of mending clothes, but there are too many people who can mend clothes, and her work is intermittent, which is not enough to contribute to the family of four.

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

The old man originally planned to find a way to get another job, but overnight, he lost his job - the factory he worked in purchased a batch of automation equipment, and the factory owner laid off workers on a large scale, and there was no need for people like him .

Overnight, he fell into hell.

Despair is followed by 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 turned into a conflict. Soon violence broke out. Automation equipment purchased by factory owners.

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

The number of workers who were laid off, in a desperate situation with no chance of compromise, clashes broke out again.

At that time, most of the workers had been exposed to strike simulators 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, the next morning, all the imprisoned police officers died.

Everything has been irreversible since then.

I don't know if it was a coincidence, or the enlightenment of those posts on the forum, or some other reason... A large-scale strike in the industrial area started overnight.

Some radical workers stood up, organized the group, and wanted to ask the factory owners for an explanation, but at that time, most of the factory owners in the industrial zone had already fled after hearing the news, and the parliamentary department in the industrial zone was completely empty. Workers hit empty targets.

According to the strike process with the highest efficiency, the shortest time, and the highest probability of success on the simulator, the workers formed a temporary union, divided into more than a dozen teams according to the factory area they belonged to, and gathered nearly 50 people. Drive in the direction of Nan City Council.

Until the current snowy night, there were less than 10 left in the entire team.

The old man curled up in a cardboard box he picked up from the garbage, unable to sleep, thinking about his wife and children.

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

The old man and a few people around him immediately pulled him over, and asked nervously:
"What about Charlie?"

Charlie was one of the union organizers who led them in the first place.

People who were shivering from the cold trembled when they spoke:

"Boss Charlie said we haven't heard from downtown yet, so we can only keep going."

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 was because the lighthouse signal was blocked everywhere we went, so the mobile phone couldn't receive the news... There is a guy working on the radio at Boss Charlie's side, but I don't know if the radio signal can be sent out... Anyway, it's very bad Come on, we can't contact the upper and lower districts now."

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

"I feel like he's lost confidence...he thinks the price we paid can't be compensated by the harvest."

The old man licked his chapped lips again:
"If he hadn't marched here, I'm afraid Charlie would have left with his people. They all listened to him, because he usually treats them well, but they don't know that good people can't do things."

The irritable voice was almost angry:

"Charlie can't, you can do it!"

old man:
"I fuck you XXXX."

The owner of the irritable voice suddenly got up, and the people around him immediately stopped him, dissuading him:
"Now is not the time for internal strife. You have exhausted your strength in a fight. What about the tough battle after you arrive in the House tomorrow?"

The owner of the grumpy voice snorted and sat back in his Styrofoam-filled cardboard box.

The conflict that failed to break out made the morale of this small area even lower. People were confused and began to use their mobile phones to read those articles downloaded from the forum.

Most of them are semi-literate and do not know a few big characters. It is very difficult to read just one article. They have to guess and ask to read the article. Even so, they never get tired of it——

Because only these articles tell them that what they did was right, that it was right to resist for the sake of their lives, and that it was right to gather in Uptown now.

The process is tortuous, but the future is bright. Most of them don't care about all the sufferings they suffered during the parade, and even a considerable number of them are not afraid of death, because their lives are so bad that only desperate efforts can change them.

What is recorded in these articles is their motivation for this march, and it is also their hope that they can have a bright light in their despair.

Although the organizers of the union did not have time to compare the contents of these articles with the running process of the simulator, but fortunately, most people who have played the simulator know the general process of the strike, so the whole process of marches and demonstrations Still can still command.

Their mobile phones are not electronic biological devices like Chen Yan's mobile phone, and cannot be charged with bioelectricity. Coupled with the impact of such cold weather on mobile phone batteries, more and more people's mobile phones are dead.

People began to gather together to look at the mobile phones that still had power.

A person beside the old man suddenly said:
"You say, how is the Asian who posted this article now?"

After talking here, everyone came to the spirit.

"Didn't you say he was arrested and put in prison?"

"How is it possible, how could he post videos in prison, how could he update the game."

"You don't know this. My brother-in-law once spent a period of time in the Yanan City Public Prison for committing crimes. He came back and said that there is actually no difference between the inside and the outside. As long as you have money, you can buy anything. Computers must be No problem."

"I don't know how long that person has been locked up, and I don't know if he will be released in the future. In the video, he said that he will die in two days. Isn't that tomorrow? He is a death row prisoner..."

"What's wrong with the death row inmates? People who can be imprisoned and sentenced to death must be very good people!"

Everyone nodded in unison.

"I do know this. After his post was posted, someone picked up his identity information based on his face, and learned that his execution time is tomorrow at 11 o'clock in the evening."

"Didn't you say that someone was going to save him? What happened?"

(End of this chapter)