The red moon returns

Chapter 20 Crown Plaza Massacre
  Lin Qi sat on the bed, staring blankly at the rising sun outside the window, feeling extremely sad.

I didn't sleep well last night. I had several dreams throughout the night.

Well, this is inevitable. After all, the experience last night was a bit too exciting for his age and experience. He was too nervous at the time to feel anything. It was only after he fell asleep that the feeling came to his mind, making him dream of many incredible scenes. .

Especially the last dream before I woke up just now, it was really intense...

No, what am I thinking.

After lightly slapping himself, Lin Qi got up and made the bed.

The bedding was clean and smelled of sunshine. Even though he had seen what this smell was in his previous life, he still liked to smell it.

The room is also very clean. Mrs. Maggie cleans it every day, which is included in the one and a half pound meal fee, but Lynch prefers to tidy it up himself, which makes him feel like home.

It's past seven o'clock, just the right time to start running for life.

The five-pound note was rolled into a roll and stuffed into the inner pocket of the formal suit. The remaining one-pound notes and ten shilling coins were put into the money bag. The passion of the fiery lady was hidden in the pocket of the windbreaker, and she carefully checked the watchman's password one last time. After receiving the letter of introduction, he picked up his cane and left the room.

"Good morning, Mr. Leviv."

As soon as she got off the stairs, she saw Mrs. Maggie sticking her head out from the kitchen, showing a gentle smile. She looked soft and frail, but thinking of her ferocity and madness yesterday, Lin Qi always felt a little cold in the back.

"Please sit down for a moment. Breakfast will be ready soon. I haven't mastered your living habits yet, so I don't know what time to prepare breakfast for you. Fortunately, it's not too early."

Ah, I almost forgot, I will have breakfast in the future, how happy I am.

Lynch sat down at the dining table, thinking of the desolation he felt when he was looking for broken bread yesterday, and couldn't help but sigh that this is life.

"Breakfast is usually bread, sometimes there is butter, sometimes there is eggs, and every day there is jam and coffee. It's just daily food. I hope you don't mind. By the way, the coffee has been boiled and is in the pot. , pour it yourself."

Lynch nodded, and when he poured the coffee, he felt a little laugh when he thought about yesterday's experience. Mrs. Maggie must have thought of the same thing, as her face turned a little red and she continued to look after the oven.

There was today's newspaper next to the dining table, and Lynch opened it.

"Rheinland Investigator", although he always felt that this name was full of malice and ominousness, Lynch quickly flipped through it.

There is nothing mysterious about it, and if you think about it, if it is so easy for ordinary people to see, there is no need to call it mysterious.

The case of the Randall family did not last even a day and then disappeared. What is hotly discussed in the newspapers now is the tour of Her Royal Highness Princess Sofia of the Rose Family and the construction of the Best Tunnel, especially the construction of the tunnel. It is said that Best The mountain people in the mountains are afraid of new things like trains and rails, and desperately want to stop the progress of the times. They have instigated several strikes, and are said to have caused many incidents of sabotage and even killed people.

After breakfast, and after waving his hat to Mrs. Maggie in farewell, Lynch went out and headed straight to the Crown District.

There is only a Rand River across from the King's District, and it can be reached on foot in half an hour, but the situation is completely different. On one side is the dilapidated old city, and on the other side is the bustling city center.

The Crown Plaza, with the Governor's Palace and the Municipal Building as its dual core, is located in the center of the Crown District, surrounded by gorgeous and flamboyant Victorian-style buildings. Among these buildings, the four Gothic churches are particularly eye-catching.

They are also Lynch's goals on this trip.

The original owner of the body is not a believer and does not know anything about gods. He only knows that there are still twelve main gods in this world, and more than seventy countries in the world choose their own official beliefs from them.

For example, there are four official beliefs in the Kingdom of Rand: Tina, the Lord of Wealth, Fiona, the Lord of Suffering, Nyx, the Lord of Night, and Phil, the Lord of Fire and Craftsmen. These official faiths have churches in major cities in the country, while other unofficial faiths can only build chapels, which are much smaller in scale and influence.

But Lynch has little interest in these beliefs.

He does not insist on atheism. He has encountered evil gods, and he will not doubt the Lord God, but he only believes in their existence. As a newcomer to time travel, it is impossible to have faith at all.

Therefore, the goal of today is soul alienation. It is best to find a feasible direction. If you cannot find it, you must at least find out where your own way out is.

However, as he approached the Crown Plaza, he realized that he might have come to the wrong place today.

It was only half past eight in the morning, but thousands of people had already gathered in the square, not only occupying most of the square, but also making the surrounding roads extremely crowded, seriously hampering the traffic around the square.

Thousands of strong men, wearing blue coarse cloth uniforms, holding high slogans and banners, gathered in the square, their rough voices mixed together, and they shouted angrily. There was also a large group of spectators outside, blocking the area around the square.

"We also need to eat!"

"We want the tunnel, we want the business!"

"As soon as the train starts, the gold will come!"

"Severely punish the mountain people who sabotaged the project!"

"Severely punish the murderer!"

Without asking others, Lin Qi realized what these people were doing and murmured to himself: "The demonstration is aimed at the Best Tunnel thing written in the newspaper. It seems to be to put pressure on the city government. The city government came out to crack down on the troublemaking mountain residents, but they just didn’t know who these people were.”

In fact, he just wanted to harass his traveling companions in his mind, but he muttered it unintentionally, and unexpectedly a response came from beside him: "Railway workers, at least on the surface, they are railway workers, and they wear railway workers' uniforms. Forget it. It’s not a demonstration, it’s just a protest, as you said, to put pressure on the government. It doesn’t matter if they make trouble, don’t choose now, it’s too much of a waste.”

Lin Qi was stunned, and when he turned his head, he saw a strange old man being pushed and squeezed beside him by the nearby crowd, with a look of helplessness on his face.

The old man was at least sixty or seventy years old. He was wearing loose house clothes and a big-brimmed hat that covered half of his face, but he stood out even more among a group of formal gentlemen. His face was rosy and he looked energetic, but his voice was a little anxious. It seemed that like Lynch, he was trapped by the crowded crowd and was in a dilemma.

"Good morning, old gentleman." Since he couldn't squeeze through anyway, Lynch simply started chatting with the old man, "You also want to go to the church opposite?"

"Yes, I am in a hurry to go to the Night Church. There is a prayer meeting and I will be late." The old man sighed helplessly, "You want to go there too? I see you are not in a hurry at all. Is there any way you can get there quickly?"

"Yes, set a fire on the spot to ensure that everyone is scared away, but it is estimated that half of them will be trampled to death. Maybe you and I are among them, so we'd better keep crowding." Lynch shrugged and said, "A hundred What on earth is going on at the Site Tunnel? Isn’t it just a railway?”       “It’s very complicated and involves so many issues, it’s hard to explain clearly.” The old man glanced at Lynch, shook his head and said nothing more.

Anyway, it has nothing to do with me. Lin Qi shrugged, tried his best to help the old man block the people around him, and squeezed forward together.

One meter, two meters... After finally squeezing for more than ten meters, it seemed that the front could relax a little, and a gentle female voice suddenly sounded in my mind.

[A strange object appears within the range of perception, William’s holiday surprise. I will do my best to exchange for the innocent smiling faces of the children. 】

Um?what's the situation?
  Lin Qi subconsciously looked around. There were too many people, so it was difficult to find anything unusual.

"What's wrong?" The old man next to him looked a little strange at his actions.

"It's nothing, I just feel something is wrong." Lin Qi was confused and asked subconsciously, "Old sir, what do holiday surprises generally mean? Something that can make the children happy."

"That's a lot, gifts, candies, games, um, and fireworks."

fireworks?

Lin Qi suddenly felt a chill running down his back.

If fireworks explode in this environment, wouldn't it be more serious than setting off a fire?

Is someone going to cause trouble, or are they like me who occasionally bring strange items?

Is there such a coincidence?

With his heart hanging, Lin Qi subconsciously looked around.

He doesn't want to be blown to death or trampled to death for no apparent reason. There is no place to run now.

My perception distance is three meters. I suddenly sensed a strange object just now, which means that the probability of it being in the direction I am going is relatively high, and it is not far away, ahead, ahead...

Fortunately, the front was a little looser. Lynch took two quick steps forward to get a wider view. Then he saw a passerby one meter away suddenly took out a box wrapped with colored paper and ribbons, and opened it casually. Ribbon, hand has already fastened the lid of the box.

it's him.

Seeing that the other party was about to open the lid of the box, Lynch took a cruel step forward, picked up his cane and hit him from behind.

Bang, right in the shoulder.

In fact, he aimed it at the head, but with his eyes closed, he hit it crookedly.

The opponent was hit unprepared, and with a scream, the box in his hand fell to the ground.

Lin Qi's pupils shrank and he reached out subconsciously, but he had no time to do anything. He could only watch the box fall to the ground, and the lid became looser and looser.

Snap, the moment before it landed, the box fell into a pair of hands, and they pressed the lid tightly.

The person who caught the box was the old man next to him just now. The old man's movements were much more flexible than Lynch. Not only did he catch the box lightly, he also kicked the man who took out the box over.

"I see that you look nervous, as if you have discovered something dangerous."

The old man stepped on the fallen man:
  "Is that this?"

Phew, Lin Qi let out a long breath, a female voice confirmed in his head, and finally smiled.

"Yes, fortunately you acted quickly, that's it..."

However, before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by several roars, and explosion sounds suddenly came from several other directions in the Crown Plaza at the same time.

For a time, there were flames, smoke, and roaring.

The square was quiet for a moment, and then there were screams of terror.

Amid the screams, thousands of people fled around frantically.

Lynch sighed deeply. It was such a pleasant morning. I hope he wouldn't be trampled to death.

However, the next moment, he felt like he was being pulled up into the air by his arms, and his whole body was hanging on the street lamp.

It was the old man just now, hanging on the street lamp with one hand and holding him with the other, showing a helpless expression on him.

"Fortunately, at least you don't have to worry about being late. Their prayer meeting will be postponed."

"Huh? Why the delay?"

"Their bishop is not here, so it can't be held."

"Where's their bishop?"

"Hanging from a streetlight."

(End of this chapter)