ut it was too late. It was as if the black business car had hit a stone flying from the sky.with a bang, the gangster leader was hit hard in the driver's seat, and the business car got out of control...gradually, people gathered around, and they watched the scene with indifference.

an uncle nearby advised: "you young people hurry up and disperse, they will not let you enter the upper three districts."

another aunt kindly said: "this deadlock in the ice and snow is going to freeze your body to death. Your parents have worked so hard to raise you. Don't you think about them when you do this kind of thing"

"it's impossible to overthrow the consortium in the Union. Don't make your parents lose their jobs."

at this time, some students suddenly noticed that there were marchers who had left earlier in the noisy crowd. One of them said, "in fact, we should not have launched this kind of parade. What is the use of education reform can we eat at school"

"and I didn't watch the weather forecast when I launched it, so I had to choose a parade on a snowy day!"

after these people leave, only if they try their best to prove that the march is wrong, can they show that their departure is correct.

Snow in the sky.

words on the street.

is like a knife with a handle blocking the way.

it's like what many adults have said to them: you can't succeed.

hundreds of students stood where they were, unable to move forward, but not reconciled to falling back.

some students began to cry in a low voice, and they didn't know what was going on. Obviously, they were just doing the right thing with their warm blood, and why they didn't understand.

they looked around blankly, at the onlookers and at the security committee agents in front of them.

the snow suddenly became heavier, and the manic wind whistled through the steel forest.

at this time, however, there was a thin song among the students, which was passed out against the snow and knife. It seemed that the weather was a little cold, and the song was still trembling slightly.

Young but fiery.

everyone looked and was surprised to see Zheng Yi, a silver-haired girl, standing weakly in the snow, singing softly.

"get up, cold and hungry slave."

"get up, people all over the world who suffer."

"the blood is boiling."

"fight for the truth."

at first, only one person sang.

soon, other students began to sing along.

in this cold wind, the song is no longer so thin, began to have strength.

I don't know who brought the Internationale from the outside world to the inner world, and simplified the lyrics to make it easier to remember.

students secretly learned the song before the parade, but they were afraid to sing it before because the lyrics were too sharp and exciting.

but at this moment, when the consortium asked the Security Committee to tear off the last layer of skin, the students felt that they had nothing to worry about.

students allow snowflakes to cover their heads and shoulders, they don't want to leave, they just sing stubbornly.

originally hoarse because of shouting slogans, he continued to overdraw for the song. The male classmate at the front of

looked at the front, looking magnanimously at the agents of the Security Council.

"there has never been a savior."

"nor does it depend on immortal emperors."

"to create human happiness."

"it's all on our own."

was singing, and the male students' eyes turned red and tears fell from the corners of their eyes.

he cried not because he felt aggrieved and miserable, but because he was in a chorus of hundreds of people, feeling inexplicably agitated.

they sang the Internationale over and over again and refused to leave.

something unexpected happened, and someone in the crowd outside began to sing along clumsily.

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at first only one or two people sang along, but gradually, one or two hundred people stopped to sing along.

the number of people in the procession, which already seemed a little lonely, began to grow slowly.

those onlookers don't know why they want to join in, but they just feel that their brains are hot and go in. The singing of

is getting louder and louder.

at this time, a man in a black coat came leisurely on the snow, still holding a document with an uncooled temperature in hand.

Heng she, Li Dongze.

many people recognized the man.

then, they watched Li Dongze come to the security committee agent and shove the documents into each other's hands, which was the legal parade taken away by the agent for approval.

Li Dongze looked at the agent and whispered, "remember not to use such dirty tricks on children next time."

the next moment, another box truck came around the corner, and two Hengshe members in black suits jumped out of the car. they opened the iron door of the box and there were pieces of red cloth inside.

then, dozens of Hengshe members rushed out of nowhere. They took red cloth from the box and distributed it to the students, saying, "it's too cold. This thing is used as a scarf around your neck. At least the wind won't pour it into your neck." And the food will be here soon, so don't worry. "

the students stared at the Hengshe members in front of them, whose tattoos spread all the way to their necks and even their cheeks.

this kind of people always feel a little weird when they hand out red scarves and say warm and kind words.

they found that these "scarves" even had "trouser legs", which looked like a red long johns cut in half and then turned into a scarf.

A member of Heng she scratched his head when he saw the student's complexion: "the boss insisted on asking for a red scarf and said it was so beautiful, but the bright red scarf was really hard to find. For the time being, only..."

A student took the scarf and said, "Thank you."

A member of the Hengshe Society covered with neck tattoos grinned: "how polite are you to be **ing with me" Ahem, you're welcome. "

Li Dongze looked at the students: "go on, no one dares to stop you today." Sooner or later, you will not be so embarrassed, I look forward to it. "

the parade started again, and the chorus soaring into the sky did not stop singing, but grew stronger.

it's dark.

is no longer cold.

.

.

in the secret prison, the middle-aged man suddenly became inexplicably anxious.

it was still a while before the scheduled secret execution, but the planned information, which was scheduled to take place every five minutes, never came again.

the middle-aged man paced back and forth in the empty space, and from time to time he turned to look at Cheng Xiao, who was dishevelled and shackled, but stood with an unstoppable pride.

just then, everyone heard a faint song above their heads.

the sound faded after it penetrated the thick wall, but even the faint chorus showed ardent and high-pitched enthusiasm all the time.

the middle-aged man suddenly looked up and wondered what song could penetrate here.

he knew very well that above them was Mi Lin Street, which was on the border between District 3 and District 5.

who would have thought that there was a secret prison hidden underground in such a prosperous place It is precisely because the secret prison is in this special location that Li Shutong has been looking for it for eight years but cannot find it.er, the real hyperamnesia only has the ability of memory, but not the ability of collation and analysis.those memories are stored in the brain like a running account, and if you want to extract them,...