The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 264 Letters
It was late at night, and Wang Qinian, a senior intern of the Meme Industry Group London Branch, pulled the blanket on his body, got up and walked to the window.

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The glass window was pulled open by his hand, and the cold night breeze slipped in, lifting the letter paper pressed by the ink bottle on the desk.

The bustling streets of London in the past are now silent, few lights are on, and the unclaimed newspaper of the day is lying on the concrete floor. Unanimous, overcoming difficulties together" was soaked in sewage, making it particularly conspicuous.

The buzzing armored vehicle passed by the corner of the street, and a heavily armed British soldier stood on the roof of the vehicle with a machine gun in his hand, and an infrared eyepiece extending from the helmet, like a one-eyed robot described in cyberpunk.

According to the assessment of relevant agencies, Scotland Yard may not be up to the important task of maintaining law and order in London. After a period of struggle, Prime Minister Ross finally agreed to let the army station in London.

A stocky armored vehicle like a giant steel beast disappeared at the corner of the street. Wang Qinian closed the curtains and carefully turned sideways to dim the bedside lamp to prevent the light from projecting out of the window.

The investigations of those London secret police have become more and more severe, and they will even break into people's houses in the middle of the night, arresting those who spread rumors on the Internet that are "harmful to the national interests of the British Empire".

Like the Great Purge of the Soviets.

Thinking so, Wang Qinian went to the desk and sat down, picked up the pen, and continued writing on the paper.

"January 11, sunny."

"Britain today is as calm as ever,"

"The House of Commons finally passed the Policing Regulations Bill yesterday, in which any gathering of more than 10 people would need to be approved by the UK government, and that approval would largely not be granted."

"At the beginning, everyone couldn't believe that the UK, which has always advertised human rights, freedom, and democracy, did not respect the right of assembly and personal freedom so much,"

"Some British university students my age were the first to take to the streets, holding signs and marching in protest, but what awaited them was a baton beating by the Scotland Yard police," he said.

"After being beaten, they were placed in Scotland Yard cells for 'disturbing the public order' - it was a wonder how many prisoners could be accommodated in London's prisons, but on second thought, the answer was quite surprising. shudder."

He raised his head and stared blankly at the reproduction of "The Death of Marat" on the wall, his eyes were full of confusion,
"Those who were taken away were never seen again, and although the British Empire government repeatedly repeated that these people would be released after a month's imprisonment, everyone knew that they were just trying to avoid November 11. No. This damn day."

Wang Qinian wrote vigorously, and the lines of Chinese characters were densely engraved on the red horizontal line.
"This time, the British government is not joking. As November 11 approaches, the city is in an unspeakable depression."

"No, not restlessness, more accurately the calm before the storm"

"Do the blood races really exist? Is the British Empire government agency a prop to help the blood races lead the cannibalism?

No one can answer that question, even if Prime Minister Ross repeats it a thousand and ten thousand times on TV, it can't stop her approval ratings from plummeting."

Wang Qinian put down the pen with a snap, and listened to the sound of footsteps coming from the corridor.

Stepping, stepping, the sound of footsteps gradually receding, Wang Qinian heaved a sigh of relief, picked up the pen again,
"London, which has the most troops stationed, can barely maintain law and order, while in other cities, such as Manchester, Birmingham, and Edinburgh, protests have already broken out first."

"Tear gas, water cannons, explosion-proof shields, rubber batons, the well-equipped British police and army stood in front of the parade without hesitation,"

"Tanks and armored vehicles drove into the city majesticly, armed helicopters hovered over the city, barbed wire blocked off the intersections, and even the machine gun towers were urgently poured with cement."

"In the face of the black guns and the loudspeakers of the military to persuade them to retreat, the angry people still returned home. They still love this country in their hearts.

Even though she is riddled with diseases, even though she is rotten, the people are still willing to give it another chance. They still believe in the self-sufficiency of democracy, and believe in the dream of free democracy that has been repeated for countless years. "

"After all network operators stopped providing services to individual users, all entertainment programs on TV stations were also stopped. Monotonous news documentary programs occupied the living room, and children could only hide in the bedroom and play stand-alone games that were not connected to the Internet."

"Factories are closed, schools are closed, shops are closed, and except for power plants and water plants that are still struggling, production operations across the UK are almost at a standstill."

"In other cities, armed police have blocked all arteries, supermarkets have been shut down, and everyone who wants to eat has to walk to a food distribution station - fortunately, this is not the case in London, we only have a few You can drink clean mineral water."

He didn't know what to think of, a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth,

"...the extreme left and the extreme right are just a difference of thought, those V for Vendetta simply planted a seed, and it easily germinated in the hearts of these unequally treated Anglo-Saxons,

Equality of human rights, democracy and freedom are all bullshit!

In the past, London residents who needed to avoid the Middle East and 'respect' the living customs of the Middle East had had enough of these grandpas from thousands of miles away, and even political speculators shouted the extreme slogan of 'establishing concentration camps' to win over for themselves public opinion.

"How ironic, the British Empire was the overlord of the blue planet a hundred years ago. Her strong ships opened the door to China, and her roaring factories provided industrial products for the whole world.

But now, Britain, which has stagnated, let alone its hegemony, even its own citizens are difficult to appease. "

"Sturdy fortresses are usually not breached by the enemy from the outside, and internal crises are often more deadly. Just like the Qing Dynasty in 1911, it seemed that flowers were cooking with a fire, but in fact they collapsed at the first touch."

Wang Qinian stretched his waist, yawned and wrote, "Tomorrow I will take the Huaguo Ferry to return to my hometown and leave this land of right and wrong."

"Will the fig leaf that the British Empire hastily pulled up be lifted in four days? Will the so-called blood race reveal their true colors in front of the world?
For all these questions, I would rather watch that never-ending news program at 07:30 in the night in my hometown of Huaguo to get the corresponding answers. "

"However, I can foresee blood and conflict, I can foresee death and riots, and for the people of this land, the next four days will be extremely difficult."

The sound of tapping footsteps sounded downstairs, Wang Qinian walked to the window, and saw a thin figure in a black hoodie spraying something on the wall with red spray paint through the cracks in the beige curtains.

There is a circle on the outside of the pattern, and a big V in the middle, which is the symbol of the rebels.

After the thin figure sprayed the pattern, he took two steps back to look at it, but the armed patrol car on the street corner had already turned its searchlight on him.

"Run."

Wang Qinian shouted in a low voice.

The hoodie put the spray paint in his pocket, turned and ran into the building, and the sound of kicking footsteps sounded in the corridor.

Wang Qinian turned around and quickly stuffed the letter to his parents far away into the corner of the desk.

Dong dong dong, the knock on the door sounded like thunder. Wang Qinian swallowed and stood where he was.

Dong dong dong dong, the knock on the door became more urgent.

Wang Qinian gritted his teeth, stepped forward quickly, and opened the door.

Under the black hoodie was a thin girl with long light blonde hair and blue crystal eyes.She stood timidly at the door of Wang Qinian, and the heavy footsteps of armed policemen could be heard in the corridor.

Wang Qinian scratched his head. At this moment, he had already thought about the name of the child he would have with this girl for the rest of his life.

"Then what, do you want to come in and sit down?"

(End of this chapter)