The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 240 Overture
Naturally, the mounted policeman was not ambiguous, took out his baton and handcuffs from his waist, and said calmly: "Sir, London has a curfew system. If there is no communication certificate, appearing on the street is an illegal act of interfering with public order.

Now please put your head in your hands and stand in the corner. "

Li Ang sighed, glanced at the rank of the mounted policeman, and said casually: "Okay, Officer Miller, I am willing to accept British legal sanctions.

But can you tell me what is on nightly TV in London right now? "

"Uh what?"

Officer Miller, who had never been asked this kind of question before, hesitated for a second, frowned and said, "It's nothing more than some late-night talk shows, boring soap operas, or TV commercials."

"Really? That's really boring."

Li Ang curled his lips indifferently. With the gradual tightening of entertainment programs by the British government, there are fewer and fewer channels for Londoners to enjoy joy. All talk shows have become flattering flattery to the British Empire. , Questioning and slandering Prime Minister Rachel Ross cannot exist.

"Okay, Officer Miller, let me tell you, next, there will be an unprecedented grand ceremony in London."

He raised a finger and pointed, far away, at the Crown Court of England and Wales on Barry Street.

That quaint, solemn and majestic Victorian-style building has stood there since the 15th century, and it can be said to be the birthplace of the judicial system in the whole of Britain and even in Europe.

At the top of the criminal court stands the golden "Statue of Justice". She holds a balance in her left hand and a sword in her right hand. She looks solemn and resolute, and overlooks the whole of London with her divine gaze carved by craftsmen.

"Fiat justitia ruat caelum."

Li Ang recited a sentence in Latin, and said with a smile under the puzzled eyes of the mounted policeman, "This is an ancient Greek proverb carved on the back of the Statue of Justice, which means 'in order to achieve justice, even if the world falls apart.'"

The mounted policeman, who had no time to receive re-education, smiled disdainfully, dismounted, and came to the other party with handcuffs, ready to arrest this nonsense young man.

"30 seconds."

Li Ang said calmly and gently: "In 30 seconds, the air defense sirens all over London will play the orchestral work "1880 Overture" composed by Tchaikovsky in 1812.
This piece of music is unique and deeply popular, like a steady wave, it resounds in every corner of the city, with a solemn and powerful posture, it holds every listener firmly, and stands above the times . "

"What?"

The mounted policeman hesitated for a moment, and he carefully looked at the other party again, not rushing to perform official duties.

"Forty-five seconds later, as the military band joins in and the music enters a majestic climax, the Criminal Court of England and Wales, a symbol of the European justice system, will explode and burst into flames, even in the furthest corners of the city. can be seen clearly.”

Li Ang laughed loudly and said: "The roar of the criminal court explosion echoes every drumbeat of "1812". The Londoners who were driven into the house by the curfew system will stick their heads out of the windows, with timidity, confusion, surprise, With stunned eyes, I watched this huge fireworks display."

The mounted policeman was a little uneasy, and his rationality told him to quickly perform his duties, handcuff the other party, and stop listening to these nonsense.However, a dark premonition told him that maybe he could wait for a while, and he should wait for a while, waiting for the time limit that the other party said.

The mounted policeman couldn't help but glanced at his watch, slowly raised the handcuffs, and used this moderate method to convince himself to spend this short period of time.

Tick, tick, the second hand turns, time flies by.

30 seconds, here we go.

The mounted policeman couldn't help but look up.

The broadcast horns that were originally used to sound air defense sirens during World War II have been continuously replaced and reduced in the long history. Now it is no longer a war era, and the people do not need to worry about the iron hooves of Japan coming again.

People, need entertainment, entertainment, and entertainment.

Therefore, there is no need for outdated radio speakers, these things are historical dust that should be swept into the garbage dump - only recently, in order to be able to broadcast speeches to London residents at any time, Prime Minister Ross ordered the relocation of speakers on various streets .

Involuntarily, the mounted policeman swallowed.

The loudspeakers stood quietly one after another, with their heads held high, facing the star-sparse night sky in Wudu.

Harry Potter in a cloak appeared on the upper floor of a residential building across Barry Street, and glanced at his watch indifferently.

Time is up.

A slight melody sounded like a hallucination,
The first is the solemn performance of the brass group, which is elegant, brilliant, majestic, full and loud.

Then there is the percussion, step by step, the composition evolves, like a wave after another pushing the majestic momentum upward.

The string group played here, and the violins, cellos, and double basses took firm steps one after another, walking towards the battlefield in a uniform order like teams of resolute soldiers.

Residents all over London opened their windows and looked out.

The Scotland Yard police officers patrolling the streets looked up.

The elite bureaucrats living on the top floor of the luxury building recovered from the feasting, and rushed to the window in amazement. With a glass in one hand and the window sill in the other, they looked down at the revived London with unbelievable eyes. city.

"Damn it! What's going on?!" The roar sounded from No. 10 Downing Street.

The mounted policeman on the side of the road trembled, and the handcuffs fell to the ground involuntarily.

He knows what to expect.

Finally, "1812 Overture" has reached its peak - bells and drums are roaring!The cannons sounded!

The statue of the Statue of Justice on the top floor of the Criminal Court suddenly split open, and the flames shot into the sky. The scales and sword in the statue's hands flew out, as if to divide London into two.

The stone building structure collapsed suddenly, the glass was suddenly stretched by the expanding hot air, and the crystal fragments reflected the dazzling fire, scattered and fell to the ground.

Fireworks, slowly rising from the collapsed structure of the criminal court,

Outline two arc-shaped trajectories, intertwined into a V-shaped structure, piercing the dark sky.

V, Prime Minister Churchill's favorite hand gesture, once again hovered over London with the gesture of bright fireworks.

The confused residents looked around and questioned each other, while the policemen on the street below shouted sharply, threatening them with batons in their hands, telling them to shrink back obediently.

"This is just a prelude."

Li Ang said slowly: "The explosion that happened in the criminal court, like a stone thrown into a pond, will cause ripples.

Layer after layer of ripples spread, expanded, and finally turned into raging waves, overwhelming all opposing voices. "

The mounted policeman turned around tremblingly, looked at Li Ang, and said awkwardly, "Who the hell are you?"

(End of this chapter)