A Weird Theater That Started In London

I look out from the earth,

Bone gleaming.

The edges of the coffin boards are ragged,

This is the work of bugs.

A smooth round skull rolls,

Like a football rolling on a rock...

This poem was born six months ago and was widely sung by refugees in the East District.

If I could choose, I would rather be a savage, bring my children, and hunt for a living in a place with abundant water and grass, than be a resident of the fog city in the Christian world.

A man cried bitterly. He decided to abandon his faith and the Savior he had always believed in, because He seemed to be dead, and he watched the wicked plunder and oppress the poor...

Christ? Zhou Tian held the weeping man tightly with his backhand, and said in a deep voice, There is no savior in this world, everything depends on ourselves.

Sir, what should I do?

Most men don't want to cry, they just want to take action, break the unfair system, and vent their anger on the predators.

Amid dozens of fanatical eyes, Zhou Tian slowly uttered a word: Wait.

Then, he explained: Our small group of people alone are not strong enough. The most elite musket brigade in the empire is stationed in the city, as well as thousands of police officers and royal guards...

When will it be? Someone asked impatiently, without a trace of fear in their eyes.

Love of licking a calf.

This is the greatest power in the world, and they are willing to sacrifice so that future generations will no longer be oppressed.

You must know that people living in the Eastern District are used to life and death. Poverty, air full of chemicals, and even daily water sources polluted to varying degrees erode life all the time.

Two months at the latest.

Zhou Tian's tone was extremely firm.

He had had enough of being a villain so many times, and doing so was undoubtedly a kind act.

Although it is foreseeable that some people will sacrifice for this in the future, these pioneers will not regret it, because after they leave, black-hearted capitalists will build schools and hospitals for children, raise wages, and abolish the sixteen-hour working system.

In fact, this is not because the bad people have found out their conscience, let alone that they have become good people, but because the exploiters feel afraid and dare not act oppressively.

good.

I'm going to bring a few brothers over here, tell them to listen carefully, to wake up, and can't sleep like this anymore...

For children!

The fire of thought will continue to spread outward through this tavern. In two months, tens of thousands of people are enough to complete their awakening. Everyone shoulder to shoulder and attack together like a palace, creating a big event that shocked the world.

Of course, this requires a lot of external force, not to mention a detailed and reliable plan, but Zhou Tian and Du Quan have the confidence to plan everything well.

Because of the mark on my shoulder, because of the scars left by the steel that clings to my body.

The singing sounded.

Du Quan looked up and saw a sturdy dwarf, less than 1.55 meters tall, but with distinct facial features. Due to long-term labor and exposure to wind and sun, his skin was as rough as leather.

Obviously, this is a sailor.

Because of my welts, because of those wounds that never healed.

I earn a humble salary because of my aging eyes staring directly at the dazzling sun at sea...

The singing was full of sadness, and everyone present could tell that he was an old sailor with a story.

Du Quan immediately served a glass of gin and asked the old man to tell about his past.

Complaint conference, in this way, can make big guys more united.

At the same time, Zhou Tian also felt that it was absolutely necessary to add it after the drama performances and speeches in the future to increase cohesion.

Brothers, I am fifty-three years old. I grew up in London. At that time, the air was not so turbid. There were few factories. Everyone was honest. They could eat enough and wear warm clothes...

Later, he was conscripted by the country, joined the army, and went to overseas colonies.

Speaking of this, the old man was a little incoherent. He had so much pain and regret that he didn't know where to start.

And Boss Zhou is very considerate, he lacks everything, but not short of wine, the shelves are full of all kinds of wine, and there is a lot in the basement, enough for thousands of people to drink with their stomachs open all night.

So, he ordered the clerk in the store to bring over two barrels of wine, and then he helped the old man refill his glass.

Yesterday morning, an almshouse in Whitechapel opened, and I heard there was money to be paid. It was a full twopence.

Almost at the same time, the old man let out a sneer. This little money was only enough to buy a cup of hot coffee at the street stall, plus at most two small slices of bread, but he had to go to get it for his living.

As for the result...

Thousands of people are waiting in line for relief, but only two hundred copies have been distributed. At that time, I really wanted to break the window, rob with a gun, flee for fourteen days, and then have a good place to sleep, no worries Eat and drink, though no chance of smoking tobacco.

I can't help it. The old man shook his head, staring at the wine in his glass and said, Before I came to the tavern, I was wet all over, and I couldn't bear it anymore.

I am old and will be found dead one morning.

As he said that, he showed a warm and weird expression to Zhou Tian who was sitting next to him:

Brother, don't let yourself grow old. If you want to die, take advantage of your youth, otherwise this will be your end.

The old gentleman looked around.

I'm not lying. I'm in my fifties. I used to be a man who served my country. I received three exemplary soldier armbands and a Victoria Cross. That's what I got in return. I wish I had died on the battlefield. already dead……

Under everyone's gaze, the old man wept and hummed brisk sailor songs, as if forgetting the pain of heartbreak.

They began to comfort and ask him to continue telling his story and find strength in his grief.

When I was very young, I joined the Royal Navy when I was about 14 or 15 years old. I served in the army for 32 years. I was loyal and loyal. I fought for that flag all over the world. I worked hard...

In the low-pitched narration, the old man mentioned many names, dates, commanders, ports, and battle records. When it came to emotions, he even lifted off the old windbreaker to reveal various wounds, proving to the people around him that he was not lying. He did pay too much for this country.

Unfortunately, tragedy inevitably happened.

A small matter, maybe the new captain didn't feel like breakfast, or didn't sleep well at night, or was scolded by his superiors. At that time, it is taboo to call him by his first name.

Then, began to greeting his mother.

No matter where, no matter how young a boy is, when he hears his mother being insulted like that, he will fight with all his strength, let alone a proud sailor.

That's what the old gentleman did, when he happened to have an iron lever in his hand, and immediately hit the captain's head.

The guy fell off the rigging and fell into the sea.

In the tavern, the old gentleman took a sip of his drink and continued: I know what I did, who can understand military regulations better than a man who has served for more than 30 years?

It has happened, and I jumped down with the guy, determined to drown both of us.

Unfortunately, the flagship's small boat came over and rescued us on the deck, but his stinky mouth still didn't close, so I grabbed this guy and punched him a few more times.

Actually, I could have stopped and justified myself by saying that I knew I was wrong. I jumped into the sea to make up for my mistakes and save people, but I couldn't do it.

The result is obvious.

The sailor was court-martialed, and to this day, he can still recite the content of the trial verbatim, and every recitation is painful.

Victoria Cross, gone.

Bonuses, gone.

Pensions, too.

An old man with more than 30 years of military experience was forced to retire. Apart from being covered in scars, he got nothing. He had no children and no daughters.

The law protects officers who do not conform to gentlemanly manners, and punishes old sailors who fight for the dignity of men.

I made a wish to God to go back in time and sink to the bottom of the sea forever on that day.

The old gentleman sighed and swallowed the last gulp of his gin.

You are not wrong. This country is dying. We should unite and unite all forces that can be united to fight and smash this unfair system for the sake of the latecomers and for justice.

Zhou Tian opened a new bottle of wine for this veteran tough guy covered in scars, To myself.

Respect yourself.

The two drank it down.

Looking at the old sailor with a flushed face, Zhou Tian put his shoulders on his shoulders and asked, Do you have any friends? They have similar experiences. They threw their lives and blood for this country, but they were forced to live on the streets.

Of course, we'd get together now and then in one of the more shabby pubs in East Street and drink three beers and water for a penny.

You can let them come here, provide free drinks 24 hours, a group of brothers who have the same tragic experience, everyone is like-minded...

Yeah, I'll get those old folks over here and fight for themselves, for bread and milk, for millions of poor people.

For a while, there was a sound of clinking glasses in the tavern.

Du Quan and Zhou Tian's plan is very simple. Within two months, organize all forces to attack the corrupt order.

At that time, in front of a huge jury composed of tens of thousands of righteous citizens, all the nobles in Fog City, including Queen Victoria, will be taken to the trial stand, and they are not qualified to plead their innocence.

The living live in peace, the dead rest in peace.

This is management's promise to God.

But it has long been reduced to empty talk, countless babies died of malnutrition, tens of thousands of girls escaped from sweatshops, went to the streets at night to solicit customers, and countless workers were overwhelmed and threw themselves into the canal to commit suicide.

However, the management class enjoys food and wine to their heart's content, makes great achievements, and organizes various hedonic activities.

Thinking of this, both Zhou Tian and Du Quan couldn't help but want to ask, for the millions of mouths that haven't been fed, and the tens of millions of people who don't even have enough clothes to wear, ask a question: What can you do?

As an executioner, she also shed blood for the liberation of mankind...

Evil does not subdue righteousness.

This time, the duo decided to fight for justice and walk in the sun openly. Even if they need to hibernate now, they are accumulating strength and waiting for the day when they break the shackles.

A dazed and haggard face, staring at the bright hall.

Pairs of haggard hands reach out to snatch the fallen crumbs.

The inside is bright and rich, and the room is full of fragrance.

It's cold and dark outside, hungry and desperate.

I don't know who started it first, and the men sang together, In the camp of the hungry, in the cold wind and rain, dead on the plain,

It is Christ, the great commander of the great army.

People decided to fight for themselves, to be their own and other poor people's saviors, and never look back.

During the singing, the seventy-one people in the room saw countless little angels flying in the air, holding various instruments, extolling the greatness of the singer.

miracle?

This scene shocked the world view of everyone present. The old sailor couldn't help himself. He never imagined that he would be approved by Christ.

Lord, I will challenge all injustices and follow the lead of the legendary great Don Diego Ordonez, rushing to the forefront and calling out to the enemy.

After making the promise to God, the old sailor felt something bright and fiery flowing in his body.

Is it Holy Light?

It must be.

Under the comfort of the holy light, all the scars left by the war on the old man disappeared, and he even felt an inexhaustible force in his body.

Not only him, but all the gentlemen present were blessed by Weili.

Especially Zhou Tian and Du Quan.

There is a pair of bright and clean wings spread out behind the two, and they are accepting worship from all around. At this moment, every awakened person has made up his mind to never betray and follow them to the death.

Like the ancient sages, he followed the Lord, went through hardships, and was finally named holy by the world.

As expected.

The two who had benefited greatly communicated with each other with their eyes, shouting in their hearts: This is the most correct way to open up the world in front of them.

At the same time, I also firmly believe that even if I die, I must break through this corrupt and dark system.

miles away.

Lu Li stood at the entrance hall of the police station, holding coffee in his hand, waiting for the return of Duke and Holmes, and the return of the police team responsible for arresting and recovering corpses.

In addition, he felt a little lost, like something important was leaving him.

What will it be?

Lu Li thought, at his level, he wouldn't suddenly have negative emotions for no reason.

outside the foyer.

A little girl hovered with two broken baskets containing the most common parsley in her hands.

Subconsciously, Lu Li reached for his wallet, wanting to use his last pound to help the poor.

But, can the child in front of him keep the gold coin? It is better to overestimate the greatness of human nature than to underestimate the inferiority of human nature.

In the East District, too many refugees are willing to take risks and break the criminal law, not to mention, it doesn't take much effort to rob a little girl.

So, up for adoption?

But... tens of thousands of orphans, can one person manage them?

When Lu Li hesitated, the little girl left and disappeared into the rainstorm.

Immediately afterwards, a carriage with the logo of the police station broke through the wind and rain and stopped in front of the foyer. Duke and Holmes came out with umbrellas.

What are you thinking?

Duke was holding an evidence bag in his hand, and seemed to have made a major discovery.

Lu Xin was absent-minded, subconsciously said:

Civilization has increased productivity, and five people can make enough bread for a thousand people; one person can make enough cotton cloth, boots and shoes for two hundred people.

But there are millions of people in this city who lack food and clothing, and their lives are not as good as those of the barbarians in the Stone Age ten thousand years ago. How can we save them?