Ronin: Start with the cotton

Chapter 61

The head of the dark house is called Li Lidong, a standard Northeast guy, about 1.9 meters tall.

He is a descendant of the old warriors.

Learning Japanese is his own decision. What he told his roommate before was his sincere words. He really wanted to study and understand this despicable national ideology and find out the weaknesses of the Fuso race.

He has a simple patriotic spirit and has set lofty goals for himself.

But he is also a staunch atheist.

But now...

……

Standing in front of the gate of the divine toilet.Seeing the falling cannonballs flashing high in the sky, Li Lidong's already dark complexion became even darker now!

His voice was no longer calm and calm, he swallowed and said:

"I...why do I feel like I'm dreaming?"

"Third brother, haven't we come to Fusang yet? Third child, second child, kidney! Where are you? I'm dreaming! Wake me up!"

A thin boy behind him said in a trembling voice, "Boss...we are all here."

Li Lidong's eyes were wide open, he stared at the palaces that were smashed under the shells, and said seriously: "I didn't call you, I called you in reality, you don't care about me in my dream! "

"Boss...boss, this doesn't seem to be a dream..."

Another male classmate said, he fell while running away just now, and now his arm is still hurting!
"That's right, Boss, this is not a dream. If this is a dream, how can the people around react so real?"

"I don't think it's a dream either..."

There were many people standing in front of the toilet. Most tourists were scared and ran away, but some stayed.At this moment, seeing the strange scene of shells falling only above the sacred toilet, some people knelt down in place, terrified.Some people were clapping and applauding, spitting national curses.

Some people are pinching their thighs.

Some people are pinching other people's thighs.

Li Lidong looked at the magical scene in front of him, turned his head, and said in a low tone: "If I wasn't dreaming, how could my dream come true..."

……

Three 4 minutes later,
The panic in the crowd disappeared a lot. Some people were tired of standing and began to sit on the ground, looking up and continuing to watch the "violent demolition" performance in the divine toilet in front of them.

Someone else has set up a professional video camera, and the flash is crackling.

Some people couldn't help but yawned.

This person is Qiao Shan.

……

"If this is really not a dream... then something big will happen! It will break the sky!"

"Until now, these shells appeared suddenly from mid-air, and then smashed into the toilet. How did this technology work? Is it optically invisible? An average of 26 shells per minute, this kind of attack is already a world war level!"

"But why didn't these shells explode? Also, I seem to see a shell disappear out of thin air. Is it an illusion? If it's not an illusion...then this shell is made of the latest air-degradable material?"

"No explosion, is the material not allowed, or is this just a threat? Warning? Deterrence?"

"Which country's black technology is this?"

"Can the current science and technology really do this?"

"It can't really be an alien, can it?"

Li Lidong thought a lot in this short period of time. He firmly believed that the world is scientific, and there must be scientific laws behind the things that are talked about by gods and gods.

Just like many strange people and strange things back then, with the rise of camera photography, it was discovered that it was just a trick to deceive people.

There are no ghosts under the camera!
The scenes at the scene are amazing, even reminiscent of ghosts.But Li Lidong firmly believes that the technological content behind this scene may be even more astonishing!
No!

I need to get the word out!

The Fuso government will definitely block the news!
Before Fusang blocks the news, it must be sent back to China!

……

"Waist! The second! The third! Let's contact the country together and pass the situation back to the motherland!" Li Lidong came back to his senses, and hurriedly took out his mobile phone to make a call.

"Boss, no need." His roommate said to be calm.

"Ok?"

Li Lidong suddenly sensed something was wrong, turned around, followed the direction of his roommate's fingers, and under his shocked gaze, Qiao Shan shook his phone at him, smiled honestly, and chatted to the audience pouring into the live broadcast room. Said to heaven:

"Oh, in just a short while, the number of people has exceeded 30! It's amazing!"

"Don't tip, say it again, don't tip!"

"There are newcomers who don't know what's going on, go to the introduction and comment area."

"It's not a special effect."

"Everyone look at the surrounding environment, I am just an ordinary tourist. Again, this is not a special effect!"

"Look at the aunt next to me, she is making a video call to her family. Come on, aunt, say hello to the friends in the live broadcast room."

"I'm in Chiyoda-ku, Tokyo, and I just want to tell you. You guys, have witnessed history."

"It's over! The ghost soldiers from Fusang seem to be here. Damn, he actually snatched my phone!"

"Hey, what are you doing!..."

……

Thousands of miles away in the motherland, tens of 10 people are displaying the same live broadcast on their mobile phones.

With the arrival of the Fusang Self-Defense Forces and the men in black who broke into the live broadcast, as well as the soldiers of the Ugly Country who were filmed from a distance, the crowd at the scene began to be controlled, and all electronic equipment was confiscated one after another.

After the camera shakes for a while,
An ugly soldier appeared on the screen in the live broadcast room. Following the classic "Faker", the ugly soldier's face changed drastically, and then the live broadcast was cut off.

Once the live broadcast is over,

boom!
Domestic Internet public opinion exploded!
"It's fake! It must be fake, right?!"

"May I ask what happened? People who have no information are trembling..."

"This is a movie, right? The real scene is very realistic, but this is a Fusang-style building. The current director can't tell the difference between a Japanese-style building and a Chinese-style building. It's obviously not good enough!"

"The one above, this is the Fusang Divine Toilet..."

"For those who don't understand, please watch the recording, and come back and shout 'Wo 屮' with me after watching it!"

"My pussy!"

"I... I'm shocked!"

"Mom! It's World War!"

"Excuse me, is the anchor okay? If this is true, is the anchor in danger?"

"How could it be true? I suspect it's a documentary!"

"I can tell you with certainty that this is true, because my mother was also at the scene, and she even made a video call to me and my father. But now my mother can no longer be contacted, and it is suspected that it has been controlled by the Fusang government. I just came out of the police station after calling the police."

"..."

……

The people were buzzing, and governments around the world took notice.

quickly,

Prime Minister Fuso's phone started ringing...

For three days in a row,
The incident intensified, and people at all levels around the world began to discuss this matter from various aspects. The sacred toilet has been surrounded by martial law, and the scene is in ruins.

A small foreign religion stood up and claimed that it was done by their omnipotent beetle god,

Then, they disappeared...

……

night sky,

The plane passes through the clouds.

Looking through the window, Qiao Shan looked at the bright lights of the city below, and couldn't help showing a happy smile.

Although he only did one thing in the past seven days, he didn't even have a chance to practice his kung fu.
but,

Grandpa is happy!

……

As the time approached twelve o'clock in the night, Qiao Shan closed his eyes.

Tonight, time travel.

(End of this chapter)