If you look down on Donglin from space, it is a beautiful planet. Those blue waters and endless green fields on the planet's surface, and those pale, heart-pounding mine pits, illuminated by the light of the stars shed through high-altitude particles, reveal an indescribable hazy beauty, like It is an oil painting that has been around for many years, covered with the dust of history.
However, to the residents and orphans of Donglin District, this planet has only stones, and nothing but stones. Even those green fields, in their perseverance becoming numb, are just some green turf covered in wealth and glorious history, and their eyes are only accustomed to looking directly at those Donglin people who are most eager to see through these turf. ore veins.
In terms of administrative planning, Donglin is a second-level administrative region, and it has exactly the same administrative level as the three dazzling planets in the capital star circle and the Xilin region. But in the hearts of the people of the Federation, the distant Donglin is actually a forgotten corner. In addition to being able to see Donglin's name at the 600th anniversary of the founding of the federal government, many times, for those living in affluent and civilized societies, Donglin no longer exists.
There is only one planet in Donglin Region, Donglin Star, which seems to be nonsense, but it is not nonsense, because the origin of the name of Donglin Region is because of Donglin Star, it can be seen that in the very distant past, this How important is the lonely planet hanging in the outermost part of the Triangle Galaxy for the entire human society.
However, since the mining of various types of ores in the Donglin Region, Donglin Star has become a gradually desolate planet. There are only stones here, no ores, only stones.
Those who have the ability to leave Donglin have already left here. With their professional skills and accumulated wealth, they successfully obtained the household registration transfer certificate through the guarantee of their relatives in the Capital Star Circle or Xilin Region. They took less and less flights due to energy shortages and left this increasingly A place without life.
After all, there are only a few people who can get the certificate of household registration transfer. The planet in the semi-abandoned state still has to maintain the lives of many people. In a society with relatively developed material civilization, food and clothing are no longer a concern for human beings. People on Donglin Star are still living in peace, social comprehensive assistance still plays an extremely important role, and currency still circulates smoothly. There are still companies, airports, food processing plants, mecha maintenance stations, computer contact centers, and even an armament base in this world.
There should be, can have, all of them in Donglin District, but still can't hide a faint old smell, the smell of death from every street, every building, every idle, holding coffee, watching The faces of the people watching the TV ooze out.
Thousands of years of ore mining have provided continuous support for the federal society, just like a big river that transports nutrients to the plains. However, when this big river gradually dried up and turned into a small gully full of stench. , the support fed back by the federal society is obviously not enough-because human beings have never been able to feel happiness not only by being alive.
The people of Donglin have cultivated a spirit of perseverance and hard work in the thousands of years of history, and the continuous mining disasters in ancient times did not make them flinch in the slightest. However, all this in front of them made them feel a lot of sadness and helplessness. There is no mine to dig and nothing to do. From a certain point of view, a life without even a mining accident is definitely not the life that Donglin people want.
The hard-working Donglin people have the title of Donglin Stone in the federal society. Today's Donglin people have become more and more silent and indifferent stones. They have made themselves into statues and are squatting on their habitual chairs. And the couch at home seems to never move again.
"Soap operas are enough for a fool's life." Bao Longtao, deputy chief of the Hexi Second Police Branch, walked in the cool breeze of Bell Tower Street with a calm face, looking at the numb residents who were drinking in the corner pub. , thinking so in my heart.
Deputy Director Bao is also one of Donglin's stones. His face is as unsmiling as a stone, and he has an infinite deterrent to the gangs that haunt the darkness around Bell Tower Street. When he was patrolling on Bell Tower Street, the dealers who sold bison beef in the black market would only flee at the speed of a battleship. With his terrifying demeanor in a black uniform, and the seven subordinates behind him, it was quite inspiring. .
However, Bao Longtao suddenly thought that there were three reporters by his side today, and with a thump in his heart, he fastened his collar button subconsciously, turned around with a calm rhythm, and faced the female reporter with the microphone in his hand. The smile that was still ugly when crying was like a stone suddenly bursting into old skin.
"The law and order of Bell Tower Street has always been good..." Bao Longtao did not want to leave the female reporter with a frivolous feeling, and tried to speak as calmly as possible. This was a task issued by the Hexi Governor's Office, and Deputy Director Bao did not dare to neglect it.
Feeling the chief's incompatibility, the subordinates of the police public relations department naturally took over the words and began to chat with the reporters. Bao Longtao sighed in his heart and shook his head.
He has been serving in the Donglin Region for thirteen years, and he is still seven years away from the deadline stipulated by the federal government's aid to the East, but he can no longer bear to stay in this place full of dead silence for another seven years. Like those unemployed miners, watching TV every day to pass the time
However, the federal regulations are very strict. Although the promotion in Donglin District is extremely fast, it must reach a certain number of years before being transferred back to the Capital Star Circle or Xilin District. Although Bao Longtao also knows several peripheral members of the big family, he must let him It is really impossible for those prudent families to take action on his behalf.
This can only be done by working hard on political achievements. Today, Deputy Director Bao personally led reporters to Bell Tower Street, and he also had this consideration.
The trace of confusion on Deputy Director Bao's face did not last long, and he was filled with shock!
So much so that he didn't hear the curious question of the female reporter. His eyes that wanted to kill passed directly over the shoulders of the female reporter and cast them towards the exits of the four branch roads on Bell Tower Street!
The reporters also noticed the gaffe of Deputy Director Bao, because Deputy Director Bao's face was too ugly, and it was ashen, like a stone in the river that had been covered with moss for decades, and could turn into some kind of terrifying monster at any time.
The reporters followed Bao Longtao's gaze and suddenly let out a surprised inhalation sound, especially the female reporter, who covered her mouth and let out a soft snort.
The cool breeze was blowing on the straight and quiet street of Bell Tower Street. At this moment, there were countless footsteps. These footsteps were not neat, and they didn't sound like drums, but they were too dense. I don't know how many people showed up.
The next moment, the owner of these footsteps appeared on Bell Tower Street, and a large number of people poured out of the four alleys at the same time, and quickly occupied most of the sidewalks and street intersections. The faces of pedestrians and several police reporters changed, and even the residents of Donglin who were addicted to coffee and alcohol looked out the window in surprise.
To be more precise, a group of juveniles emerged from the four alleys. The oldest of these juveniles was only fifteen or sixteen years old, and even some of the juveniles had dirty faces on their faces, and I wonder if they were ten years old.
These teenagers are wearing all kinds of clothes, but there is a special uniform, which is especially frightening, because they are all wearing black, black jackets, black T-shirts, black shirts, and they look like a kid. It's because I really didn't find black clothes at home, but I found a cyan overalls full of black and black mineral ash that I didn't wash for many years!
More than 100 teenagers of unknown origin, dressed in black, looking funny but still giving people a sense of oppression, walked to the middle of Bell Tower Street, in front of Deputy Director Bao and the reporters. .
Deputy Director Bao took a step forward subconsciously and stared viciously at the person at the front of the juveniles because he knew him.
The female reporter took a few steps back subconsciously, carefully peeping at the faces of those teenagers, wondering what these black-clothed teenagers were doing, and whether their personal safety could be guaranteed.
"During the daytime, if you don't go to school, what are you doing here!" Deputy Director Bao roared very sternly. Usually, when he roared, the gang leaders in Bell Tower Street would be shitting shit. With a contemptuous look, he ignored him.
The leading boy obviously has maturity that does not match his age. With those big eyes, he looked at Bao Longtao without flinching, and said, "We have the right to petition!"
"Petition?" Hearing these two words, the female reporter who had been hiding behind Deputy Director Bao was instantly refreshed. She stretched out her extremely delicate face with makeup, and asked with a trembling voice, "What is the purpose?"
The leading boy didn't immediately answer the reporter's question, but swung his fist with one blow, and saw seven or eight slogans stretched out in the black-clothed youth group, with large characters written in paint on them, which were very eye-catching.
"Resolutely oppose territorial protectionism!"
"Resolutely oppose TV signal control!"
"We're going to watch Federal Channel 23!"
"We're going to see Jian Shui'er!"
The youngest boy wiped the dirt on his face, raised his throat, and shouted a few slogans with great grief and indignation, but his voice was too clear and his face was too fair, so he was full of cute and ridiculous feelings.
The female reporter thought she had caught an excellent news material, but when she saw the appeals on the slogans, she was dumbfounded and looked at Deputy Director Bao inexplicably and asked, "This... this... these children. Who are they?"
Deputy Director Bao was in a critical state at this time. He looked away from those absurd slogans and cursed in a low voice: "A bunch of bastards orphans!"