"Ahh

Under the bright red blood, the crowd was stunned and quiet for a moment, and then, someone screamed!

The already tense emotions collapsed under this scream, and under the dim sky, the black tide surged violently, and the fragile human wall in front of them collapsed, and the black collided with it, and the Cassiopeia that was congested in the passage was as weak as a sampan compared to the huge number.

Swearing, fighting, and physical altercations unfold in shocking ways!

The noise of light and shadow was chaotic in front of him, the blood that flowed blurred his eyes, the vision was hazy scarlet, the wound seemed to be numb, he didn't feel pain, and he couldn't judge how deep the wound was for a while, Ahn Junhyuk couldn't care so much now, hurriedly wiped the blood stains on his forehead, raised the microphone again and shouted loudly:

"Calm down! Listen to me, you guys calm down first!"

The camera was timely aimed at his blood-dripping face, giving a big close-up, and the high-definition lens faithfully recorded the anxiety on his face at this moment, recorded the wrinkles on his brows, and projected it on the big screen, the anxiety and lines mixed with blood on his face were clearly imprinted into everyone's hearts.

Then, he jumped off the high platform.

The picture on the big screen was a little shaky and chaotic for a moment, and it didn't take long for it to stabilize again, even if anyone from a distance could see that he was covered in blood, but he desperately squeezed to the place where the black tide and Cassiopeia met, and forcefully pulled the two sides who were fighting together, the microphone was still pinched in his hand, and the sharp shouting and screaming around him were included in the microphone. and through the amplification equipment on the big screen, it was transmitted, together, and his hoarse chant:

"Don't fight! Get out of the way, get out of the way!"

"All my fans, stand back, stand back!"

"Cassiopeia, stand back and stop fighting!"

The cameraman with the camera on the steps chased after him, even though the figure was so small in the chaos of people. Even when both sides get their hands dirty. Occasionally, it would hit him, his hair was messy, his clothes were wrinkled, and his face was covered in blood and sweat. Make him look embarrassed. Even as his voice grew hoarse. At the end of the day, it was almost impossible to distinguish the timbre that had been praised by music critics.

The light was blazing, and looking up at the large screen embedded in the outer wall of the building above, Yuna suddenly shed tears.

She suddenly felt. I should have realized why his fans would be so crazy for him, and suddenly understood why he would fall in love with him.

Such a man, why can't he be loved?

"Stop, stop! Junhyuk oppa is in front, don't squeeze any further!"

She snatched the hand-held megaphone in Kim Youzhen's hand beside her, and shouted loudly along the way as she squeezed over there.

When she faced the Black Sea on the stage in the arena before, she couldn't go over, she couldn't stand under the same light with him, and bear the darkness in her face together, that was determined by specific conditions, and she couldn't do anything about it, but there was no stage at this time, although it was more dangerous now than when she was in the Black Sea, but she felt that she had a reason to get close to him, grab his hand, and face everything with him.

Because she is Lim Yoon-a who loves Ahn Jun-hyuk......

……

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

The squadron leader's urging roar bombarded his ears, and there was a chaotic noise all around, as the riot police who came to support urgently, the riot shield held high could not make them all superhuman, but the equipment they carried on them slowed down the speed, and the crowded space made them have to exert more strength to push back the crowd of people who were pressing from all directions, only then could the vacated space accommodate their bloated size.

Everyone was tired, and in the headset in their ears, the main station was still calling SM's bus, and at the request of the organizers, TVXQ came forward to apologize and alleviate people's anger.

But until they squeezed through the bus, leaving three team members to assist the security guards in protecting the bus, the door of the huge car did not open, and someone in the specific communication channel gasped and cursed.

"Shut up, give me action, the goal is almost there!"

The squadron leader scolded, and in the crowd, the riot policemen wearing helmets raised their heads, crossed the longing figure, and could vaguely see that the pillar of light marked by the helicopter was already close at hand, and just as they struggled to push away the people around them, and were about to rush over as soon as possible, a cry suddenly sounded around them.

The squadron leader shouted angrily, "Who is it? Who did the beating be?"

Since the overthrow of Chun Doo-hwan's junta, South Korea's police system has been cautious in its life, and in order to prevent the resurgence of the white terror of violent institutions, the National Assembly has established a new oversight mechanism, with 225 police stations and more than 3,000 police stations across the country each having two adjutants in charge of internal supervision and inspection, and their unique promotion mechanism makes them dare not ignore any violations of discipline within the police system.

This time, the riot police were dispatched, not to face the rioters, but to ordinary citizens, if the police caused harm to the citizens, no one present could escape responsibility, and as the chief officer of the operation, the squadron leader was afraid that he would have to be tried in court.

The group looked at each other, was hesitating, the force that had been pressed around them became sharply smaller, and the sobs quickly became larger, in the dark, the squadron leader slowly opened the helmet mask, looked left and right, the originally excited crowd around them, suddenly quieter, no longer swearing and shouting excitedly, they raised their heads with tearful eyes, looking at the big screen above that released a dense light.

They also looked over and there was only one person in the huge picture.

……

"Stop fighting, all stand back!

The broken wound on the forehead began to ache, and the entire world was scarlet in the bottom of the eyes, and the light that fell into the eyes became hazy and dim, and they were trapped in the turbulent flow of people, and they inevitably took some beatings.

Probably because I lost a lot of blood, I felt a little cold, and my throat was hoarse.

But he's still trying to separate the people who are fighting together, pushing them back, even if they're impulsively pounced on the next moment.

He knew that his presence had lit the fuse that was destined to explode on both sides, but he had to come, he knew his fans too well, they were usually not very old, and the spur of the moment could make them do a lot of unbelievable things, and Cassiopeia was no different, he couldn't sit behind and watch them cause a bigger incident, or even a casualty, in order to help him get revenge, and be proud of it—that was not what an admired person should do.

"The world has loved me as a Father, and I have loved the world as a Son."

God is with you!

An illusory, high god still has such a humanized consciousness, man cannot be colder than a god!

Pulling apart the two girls who were fighting together, the unappreciative Cassiopeia pushed him hard, pushing him to a stagger.

He knew that he had lost a lot of blood, and he was afraid that he would have a slight concussion, otherwise he couldn't be so fragile, so he just stumbled for a moment, and his eyes began to blacken, his body was flesh after all, not cast in steel, and it was not Rambo who could carry Gatlin with a few holes in the movie.

Feeling tired!

But he couldn't stop, and behind him, seeing one of his fans who was almost pushed down, pulled off the camera hanging on his chest, and threw it at the Cassiopeia, and he hurriedly stepped forward to stop it.

Bang!

The sharp edges and corners of the camera slammed into his forehead, widening the bleeding wound a little more, and the entire world suddenly fell into darkness for a moment, barely protecting the little girl, Ahn Junhyuk's legs weakened, and he sat down on the ground.

There was silence in his ears, I don't know if it was an illusion, at this moment, time seemed to stop flowing, and when he shook his head, woke up from the haze, and was about to get up again to continue to stop them, they all stopped and looked at him blankly.

The pillar of light hanging from above delicately threw his appearance into everyone's pupils, and cast it on the big screen for people farther away to see.

My head was very dizzy, I lost my balance a little, I couldn't stand up, even the silhouettes of them around me were twisted in the light and shadow, the microphone I had been holding in my hand fell off at some point, and in the silent picture, he was covered in dust and extremely embarrassed He looked around blankly, and then drooped his shoulders:

"Stop fighting, calm down, okay?"

He didn't know how many people could hear his weak voice, in a trance, it seemed that someone was crying, and someone was shouting something loudly with a megaphone, the voice was very familiar, some like Yun'er's, but he felt that he should have heard it wrong.

It was like a layer of fog in front of him, and footsteps sounded behind him again, and then someone held him in his arms and cried loudly: "Enough!"

……

"Enough!"

When Lin Yun'er saw that he was smashed by a camera and his forehead was full of blood, sitting on the ground, struggling to get up, at that moment, the world in front of him seemed to be collapsing.

She squeezed away the crowd in front of her, threw herself on the ground, took him into her arms, rested his head on her chest, and tried to cover her wound with one hand in a panic, but she didn't know what to do.

Behind her, the fans wanted to come over, and the little girl in Cassiopeia, who had just been protected by him, also took a few steps forward, she didn't know what they wanted to do, but she didn't want them to go on, she cried loudly: "Enough! He's like this, do you want to continue?"

The footsteps behind him stopped, and in front of him, Cassiopeia also froze, it was a girl who was not too big, and probably looked younger than her. The girl's face was still pale from the horror, and in the face of Yuna's questioning, her lips moved, and she looked at Ahn Joon-hyuk, at the blood stains on his face and clothes, and at the direction of the bus in the distance.

Hands loosened slightly, and something slipped down.

It was a glow stick that bloomed with a golden color, and it fell to the ground, bouncing and falling in the dust and shredded poster fragments...... (To be continued.) )