Siheyuan, the opening gun is aimed at Yi Zhonghai

As soon as the "slogan" sounded, everyone followed suit.

"Down with 'imperialism', eliminate 'little Japan', safeguard territorial integrity, and defend our country!"

"Knock down..."

The slogans were shouted so loudly that Fujijiro was frightened this time and spoke in a timid manner.

"Baga~, you lowly Chinese pigs, as the saying goes, a man who knows the times is a hero, I want to retreat!"

He said as he ran out of the school.

I don’t know who shouted, “Don’t let him run away.”

Then a group of people pressed Fujijiro to the ground, and used iron chains, bicycle locks, steel pipes and wooden sticks on Fujijiro.

Zhou Zheng watched coldly. He was not afraid that Fujijiro would be beaten to death.

First of all, it has been basically confirmed that Fujijiro's identity is problematic.

Secondly, even if Fujijiro’s identity was not a problem, he had already angered the public by speaking in the tone of a “little devil” and he deserved to be beaten to death.

Finally, there is no such thing as inciting the masses to commit crimes in this era. If collective marches, rebellions, fights, etc. occur, then it must be the passive party who is at fault for angering the masses. Of course, the interests of the masses are the greatest, so even if Fujijiro is beaten to death, he deserves it!

This is also the fundamental reason why many people were "wrongly killed" in that era.

Many small problems become big problems once they involve everyone, and such things are not eliminated until a long time later.

"Don't slap me in the face!" This was Fujijiro's initial resistance.

"Stop hitting me!" At this time, Fujijiro was no longer able to struggle.

"..." At this time, Fujijiro had already fallen in a pool of blood, but the angry classmates and the classmates who wanted to atone for their sins were still fighting.

Zhou Zheng and six other friends had already retreated to the side.

Zhao Jianguo worriedly asked, "Hanqing, they won't really beat anyone to death by beating them like this, right?"

Zhou Zheng smiled lightly and whispered, "He's been beaten to death!"

"What?" Wang Shengli couldn't believe it and began to tremble. It was the first time he saw someone being beaten to death.

Wan Jingliang's pupils dilated and he was obviously not at peace.

"Han Qing, is it true...really, he was beaten to death? Then...then we will be okay, right?"

Xu Jianjun frowned.

"Let's run. Killing someone is no small matter! My aunt lives in the countryside. I think we should stay out of the spotlight."

Zhao Jianguo hesitated and said, "Then...then, then we won't go to school? Then won't the exam be in vain?"

Zhou Zheng comforted him, "Don't worry, it's okay. Do you know what it means to not hold everyone responsible? Besides, we didn't kill him. Just wait and see. I promise that nothing will happen to us!"

He couldn't help but feel funny when he said this.

Regardless of whether Fujijiro is a "little Japanese devil" or not, his behavior is truly like holding a lantern in the toilet - he is looking for death!

Is it so easy to speak “Japanese language” in public?

There are other classmates around. When the time comes, they will collectively provide a testimony, and Fujijiro's father, the director of education, will probably be implicated as well.

But at this moment, Zhou Zheng recalled what he had seen in the short video before he traveled through time.

……

He felt that Fujijiro's father Fuji Haruaki might be the lurking "Japanese devil".

Zhou Zheng had never encountered these termites before, so naturally he had no chance to eliminate them.

But now that he has met her, there is no reason to let her go.

"Stop, stop, stop! What are you doing? Stop it now!"

The middle-aged teacher was already jogging over from the distant teaching building with the 'night watchman' from the security department.

The students then stopped with a sense of unfulfilled desire.

But none of them noticed that Fujijiro had been beaten to death.

The 'night watchman' was wearing a work suit, had a limp in his left leg, a square face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and looked upright. His name was Liu Changxi.

The middle-aged teacher found that something was wrong.

Fujijiro's arms and legs were all broken, his lips were black and purple, and his chest was no longer moving. It was obvious that he had been beaten to death.

His heart skipped a beat.

He still believed that Fujijiro was the son of the director of the Education Bureau.

He is the son of the director of the Education Bureau. This is going to be a serious matter.

He hurriedly ran to Tojiro's side and squatted down, then stretched out his finger to test Tojiro's breath.

No more breath!

The heart also stopped beating!

"Who did it? Do you know that you have killed someone?"

Zhou Zheng stepped forward in time.

"Report to the teacher, during the capture, the 'little devil' Fujijiro fought back crazily, exposing the fact that he was a 'little devil'. This aroused the anger of the patriotic students, so they did not care about the severity of the attack. National hatred and family feuds cannot be taken lightly. I think the students did nothing wrong. Even if they killed the 'little devil' by mistake, it also shows that the students in our school are all good sons and daughters of China and have a strong sense of patriotism."

"This……"

Liu Changxi narrowed his eyes and looked at Zhou Zheng.

"Boy, did you organize all this? At such a young age, do you know that this is a crime?"

Zhou Zheng said solemnly: "This is not organized by me, and I don't have the ability to call so many people! This is a call from the heroic spirits sleeping in the land, and this is a guidance from the blood of the Chinese people. The country that the martyrs sacrificed their lives for must not be violated, and the homeland must not be violated. The death of the devils and traitors is not a pity."

After these words were spoken, Liu Changxi's square face twitched like SpongeBob SquarePants.

"Sharp-tongued..."

However, at this time, the masses who did not know the truth began to wave flags and shout.

"Our homeland must not be violated, and the death of the devils and traitors is not a pity!"

"Our homeland must not be violated, and the death of the devils and traitors is not a pity!"

"Our homeland must not be violated, and the death of the devils and traitors is not a pity!"

The middle-aged teacher was in a dilemma.

"Uncle Liu, look at this..."

Liu Changxi sighed helplessly.

"Let's report it to the police first. Someone's dead, so it's no small matter. As for the root of the matter, we still have to wait and see the results of the investigation. But don't worry. According to your description, the child's father is most likely a 'pro-Japanese' parasite. It's not a big problem!"

The middle-aged teacher finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay, Uncle Liu, keep an eye on these students first and don't let them run around until the police arrive."

After he said that, he ran to the message room.

The switchboard room just installed a telephone last year.

In fact, some students had already started to panic at this time.

Liu Changxi had to step forward to calm the emotions.

"Students, don't panic! Your teacher has already notified the police. When they come, you should answer truthfully. This fat guy is probably a pro-Japanese cultist. His death would be in vain. Don't worry!"

He was unsure, and could only say this to calm himself.

But at this moment Wan Jingliang stood up.

"Um...Uncle Liu, can you please notify my dad? My dad is Wan Guodong, the director of the Fire Department!"

Liu Changxi looked at Wan Jingliang.

"Your father is Wan Guodong?"

Wan Jingliang nodded.

"Ok!"

Liu Changxi waved his hand.

"It's not time to call your father over yet. Stand still and wait with your classmates for the police to arrive."

"..."

Zhou Zheng pulled Wan Jingliang's sleeve.

"Jingliang, wait a minute! I promise everything will be fine!"