Like the second hand ticking randomly, voting begins in a moment of much-anticipated and silent moment.
At least when the director and reporter switched the screen back to the website at the end of .org, the number of visitors updated in real time at the bottom had exceeded the 500,000 mark, and it had also risen rapidly at a rate of change that was unrecognizable to the naked eye.
And I don't know since when, a small button to "view voting data" appeared on the website.
Many people subconsciously moved the mouse to the small convex button, but when they really wanted to click, many people's fingers stopped on the left button of the mouse, and felt inexplicable heart palpitations.
I support the execution of criminals - 88.5% 905
I do not support the execution of criminals - 11.5% 118
"This is the real-time polling result 5 minutes after the official polling started, which is not surprising."
This is what the male anchor of Yongchuan Satellite TV's live news room said.
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Minjiang No. 1 Prison.
Yan Guiqiu couldn't stay any longer. He felt that he had been locked up for a day and a night at least.
If it weren't for the extremely simple light bulb on the ceiling still glowing dimly, he would have thought he had entered the tomb.
At the beginning, he also tried to talk to the other three bosses, but no one paid him any attention. After all, the prison is a very strict place.
Then he tried to knock on the iron door of the small black house. The police officer who brought him in earlier claimed to be Huang, and said "Shut up and wait" at the door, and then there was no response to him.
He could only crouch in the corner of the small black room, keeping a less deliberate distance from Zhao Yi, who was sitting on the bottom bunk, Qian Bao, who was lying on the top bunk, and Sun Zhen, who was leaning against the corner.
But this could not ease his anxiety at all. It is said that people who have committed murders have evil spirits. He didn't have a deep understanding of this before, but as time passed meaninglessly, he felt more and more about this small room. In the dark room, there is a real ominous aura.
The big guys can't stand it anymore...
Thinking of this, he just couldn't help shrinking his neck.
At this moment, Zhao Yi, who had been sitting with a golden sword, stood up.
Before Yan Guiqiu could react, a pair of big hands fell from the sky and tightly clamped his neck.
Zhao Yi moved too fast, Yan Guiqiu's eyes went black, he was lifted up like a chicken, and slammed onto the iron door.
With a bang, Yan Guiqiu hit the back of his head with pain, he couldn't breathe, his brain was completely blinded, he couldn't even struggle, he just felt like he was going to die.
Suddenly, his back loosened, and the iron door that had been closed for a long time finally opened.
Yan Guiqiu fell to the ground, Zhao Yi let go of him, he was still covered in white flowers, and he could only hold his neck and gasp heavily.
In the dimness, a pair of black leather boots appeared in his field of vision, the uppers of which were so polished that they even reflected his sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks for the rest of his life.
Yan Guiqiu looked up and saw the indifferent police officer.
The other party held four white envelopes in his hand and handed one of them to him.
"dismantle."
He heard the man say that to him.
Huang Ze stood in this small dark room with a faint smell of cement and blood, trying his best to keep calm.
He is very aware of how many citizens are watching the live broadcast through the installed cameras. His every move represents the supreme position of the police, and will be watched and chewed over and over again by the media and the public...
Even he himself will be cleaned up like these four criminals. He really hates this feeling, but there is no way, because Lin Chen asked him to be here and execute the most important part of the whole plan:
To prevent these four people from dying inexplicably during the voting process, and after the voting results came out, carry out the task of taking them out of the dark room or killing them, of course, Huang Ze never thought that the former result would happen.
Therefore, this task is destined to be extremely cruel, and it is really suitable for him to complete.
Huang Ze sneered in his heart, but did not show any expression on his face.
He took two steps in the dimly lit cell and handed out the remaining three envelopes in turn.
He didn't know the meaning of Lin Chen playing something similar to a clever trick, because he opened the four letters and read them before he came, and they all contained exactly the same content.
Probably to show respect for the sacrifice, Lin Chen did not use a copier, but copied the letter four times by hand.
In the letter, Lin Chen explained to the four why they were selected and what would happen to them within 24 hours.
Lin Chen even briefly explained the voting rules and fairness guarantee in the letter. Huang Ze felt that these contents were purely fueling the fire.
Sure enough, while he was waiting for the four to read the letter, someone had already started to tear the paper.
Huang Ze raised his head slightly, the swindler sleeping on the upper bunk showed his fat head, his eyes were cold and evil, and he tore Lin Chen's handwritten letter into pieces, throwing snow-white confetti all over his face.
Just looking for death! Huang Ze thought so, but warned Qian Bao politely: "If I were you, I would try my best to be gentle, respectful and frugal, and beg the audience and friends in front of the TV to let you go."
The reason why he dared to say this is because he is now completely facing away from the camera, and Lin Chen specifically asked the little black room not to record audio.
The black and fat swindler laughed loudly, but his tone was terribly cold: "If you have the seeds, kill me." He said to the camera, pointing his middle finger, "If you don't kill me, I will look down on you."
Hearing this, Huang Ze shrugged, a criminal is a criminal, it is unreasonable.
And just when Qian Baozhong's sneer was still echoing in the dark room, Huang Ze heard a very light and weak questioning sound at his feet.
"This... Mr. Officer... This must be a mistake, right?" The voice was sharp and thin, basically not like a normal man's voice.
But when he looked down at the black mouse-like creature at his feet, he could understand why the man's voice was like that.
Greed, cowardice, cowardice, panic...
These words almost covered the man's face, which was disgusting. He believed that the people in front of the TV must have the same opinion as him.
Yan Guiqiu held the letter, his hands were shaking, his eyes were wet, he asked him tentatively, "Huang... Officer Huang... Why did you choose me?"
"The letter said that it was completely random sampling, but just happened to get your number."
"No... it's not... I... why is it me?" Yan Guiqiu was still immersed in a huge inconceivable, and he didn't mean to accept his fate at all. He read the letter upside down several times, and eagerly said: "I... I will finish my sentence on Sunday. Released, how could it be possible to choose me, this must be a mistake."
Huang Ze looked down at him and said nothing.
"I'm just unlucky. I didn't steal anything valuable and I broke my leg. Why am I so unlucky?" Yan Guiqiu was about to cry, as if he suddenly thought of something, he grabbed his trousers as if grabbing A life-saving straw, he begged, "Can you change the person, Mr. police officer, do it again, do it again, please!"
The lean man shouted sternly, but Huang Zegang's little sympathy vanished after these words.
He didn't know what hope Lin Chen still had, but he really felt that being able to save other innocent people with these four pieces of garbage was the best deal in the world.
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Huang Ze is not the only one who has the same idea.
At least on the official website at the end of .org, with the increase in the number of votes, the "life and death" ratio is close to 2:8.
While it may seem like more people don't support killing criminals for an antidote, it's still a very scary and huge rate considering that this is the result of a dramatic increase in turnout.
And many people were even more shocked to find that the police, or rather the government, were not joking.
Around 8:30 p.m., some civic squares and public outlets that were supposed to have gone silent turned on the lights again and became lively again.
At that time, some aunts and uncles had not yet completely evacuated from the square dance position. Some small delivery trucks carried tents to the outside of the small square, and well-trained staff who did not look like ordinary construction workers carried the tents from the cars. , and put up the big roof of the hut in five minutes.
The tents looked as if they had been pulled from a government stockpile, brand new and unopened, and the tarpaulins gleamed in the light.
After the tents were installed, the staff removed a few tables and chairs from the truck, and then evacuated in an orderly manner, as if they were rushing to the next location.
Seeing people leave, the children who had not finished walking took their parents' hands and came to the tent house.
Someone stretched out a chubby hand and tentatively poked the iron pillar, while the bolder ones had already opened the curtain, got in and out of the tent, and had a great time.
Similar scenarios are playing out all over the three provinces, and sometimes the reason we need the government is that it's really, really powerful.
Many activity centers that had been closed also turned on the lights at almost the same time. Some people were arranging tables and chairs, and some people took over the thick sealed boxes. With tired and uncertain eyes, they looked at the tens of thousands of items inside. Blank vote.
In the dark of night, the crowd of onlookers outside each tent house gathered more and more.
Some residents even went downstairs in slippers to see the installations, which were erected in five minutes.
The police have not yet officially announced the specific process of offline voting directly through Yongchuan Satellite TV, but looking at these tents, many residents can relate it to what happened today.
"Fuck me, you pinch me, am I dreaming, seriously?" The white-collar worker who just got off work pushed his friend who lived with him, looked at the tent under the tree in disbelief through the gap in the crowd.
"If you're sick, don't worry about voting online, and voting on the spot is the same as voting for the president."
In the WeChat window, the girl replied - [A few bad guys, the police are already weak if they can't catch them. I can think of it, what antidote would I use the lives of four criminals for? Doing this is going to make you lose your face!]
"Wife, you're right." The man typed quickly and added, "It has nothing to do with us anyway, let's talk about where you want to go for vacation on the weekend..."
He pressed the send button, and there seemed to be another hustle and bustle in front of him, but it no longer attracted him to look up.
A new line of replies popped up—[My mom went crazy and asked me when I could go downstairs to vote, middle-aged women in their fifties like to join in the fun.]
"If the old lady really wants to join in the fun, you can teach her to vote online."
Immediately, a rolled-eyed expression appeared in the chat window, which fully reflected the girl's dissatisfaction. The man playing with the mobile phone smiled in the dark, and opened the official government-issued online voting address with a browser.
Outside the park, a completely different government vehicle stopped.
This time, the people who got off the bus were replaced by government office workers in suits and ties. They each had the national emblem pinned to their chests, and each carried a large cardboard box in their hands. They came from a distance in twos and threes.
In the darkness of the night, those young faces looked extraordinarily serious, as if they really had to do something that had to be done strictly.
The man who had just registered to vote online inadvertently raised his head and saw this scene.
His mobile phone beeped a short message tone, which was the real-name authentication verification code.
7086, very simple four numbers, as long as you lose these four numbers and press the confirm button, you can get the qualification to vote.
But at that moment, in the dark night outside the crowd, he found that his fingers were heavy, and he didn't even have the courage to enter the verification code.
Young people in uniform suits lifted the curtains, chased away the children, and moved cardboard boxes into the tents.
The whole tent was quiet with their movements.
Everyone stood stunned, and people watched the lights in the tent suddenly come on, and then suddenly realized that the vote was real, the government was not joking, and because it was not joking, it was more like a joke.
But gradually, no one could laugh.