"You've been with me for a while, haven't you?"

In a gloomy corner of the road leading to the dormitory from the textile mill, Bowwitt Hazefinger stopped. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

At the same time, the two workers who followed him raised their hands and slowly approached him. A bright voice came from behind him, as if to make him let his guard down:

"Don't be nervous, we don't have malicious ......"

"Stand there and don't move!" Little Hazefinger let out a loud cry, and took an awl from under his clothes that had been converted from a screwdriver and flashed around. The lights in the factory illuminated his scarred face, and he could faintly see that he was blind in one eye. "Come here again, don't blame the guy in my hand for not recognizing people!"

"Don't be nervous, didn't I say it all? We have no ill will. After responding to little Hazefinger's threat word by word, Perrin patted Roxmond on the shoulder and gave him a look, signaling him not to disobey the guy in front of him. Little Hazefinger was at the end of his rope, and it made sense that he would do anything—a clue to this could be seen in the fact that he always had an awl hidden in his clothes.

"Answer my question!" The awl in Little Hazefinger's hand shook slightly. "What are you doing with me?"

"Good, good, good." Perrin froze, "Bowit, what happened to you is almost unknown in Shield City, and now you have succumbed to this impermanent fate and cannibalistic power?" ”

To the surprise of the two, little Hazefinger began to giggle when he heard this. The laughter was like the whisper of a demon shaking the chains from the depths of hell, and it made people feel shaking from the bottom of their hearts.

"Give in?" After laughing for about half a minute, little Hazefinger thrust the awl hard against the wall and began to shake his muscles. "You two are spies invited by people from another world, right? If I don't mean what people from another world want, do you two want to take out their pistols and correct me on the spot? ”

With that, little Hazefinger puffed up his chest and glared at each other with the eyes that could still be used, like a male lion with a squint: "Come on! Do it! Shame on the Eltas! The lackeys of the people of another world! Shoot! I can't ask for death, and all I want today is death! ”

This time, it was Perrin who laughed. The hearty laughter was no different from the whispers of the demons, but this only made little Hazefinger shudder, and the originally tense situation was frozen because of this.

The person in front of him didn't look like a lackey standing on the side of the people of another world.

"If you have such an attitude, then I couldn't be happier, how can I correct you on the spot?" Perrin plucked the awl from the wall and handed it back to him. "If you know what I mean, then we can work together, it's all up to you. If you really want to cooperate, then I will be waiting for you at 7 o'clock tomorrow night in the 324 dormitory of the three groups. ”

In late spring, when the lights were on, the wind blew gently through the moonlight through the tips of the treetops where the leaves hung on the leaves, and then sneaked in through the window and swept through the hand of little Hazefinger holding the page.

With the wind, Perrin could easily see Hazefinger's badly injured hand trembling. The content on the page of the book does not need to be explained, that is, the red ghost released by Zhao Jiayin's own hands.

"How?" Perrin sat in a corner of the dormitory, gently shaking the glass bottle of Coke used to entertain guests. "Unyielding Rebel, do you think this book is to your liking?"

"Yes, yes, but it's just a book, huh?" Little Hazefinger licked his lips excitedly, and the blind removal marks under the left eyebrow seemed to show signs of laughter. How useful can this book be? Can you help me regain all that I lost? Can you help me get revenge on these bastards from another world? ”

"It's our guiding ideology." Perrin took the pamphlet from Little Hazefinger and held it to the highest. "Those who have brutally exploited us deserve the sanction of revenge, and what we have taken for them we must take back, these are only the means by which we practice the revolution, and the revolution itself is the goal!"

Little Hazefinger's eyes already showed the same fiery enthusiasm as Peilan, which was exactly what Peilan, and even Zhao Jiayin, wanted. They wanted to let the revolutionary fervor sweep through Elta like a spark that burned the plain. As for what else to do after the sweep? I'm afraid that even Zhao Jiayin himself will be difficult to summarize an accurate answer.

"So, what is a revolution?" Hazefinger Jr. asked.

"We want to kick over this reactionary Elta empire and let the Chinese who have set up a new central government get out." What new laws, what new regulations, don't you find them all annoying, as if they were born to be tools to restrain us? The Chinese have forged the shackles that bind us with these seemingly reasonable evil methods! ”

When he said this, Perrin clenched his fists, as if he had this shackle in front of him that should have been broken.

"After the Chinese trap us to death with the yoke of the new government, they can recklessly re-establish the aristocratic class and use the corpses of our 'little capitalists' to raise 'big capitalists' who control the country and the world!" Didn't you notice that after your house was demolished, it was turned into a road for textile mills to transport products and raw materials? Think about it, do our compatriots have even the slightest benefit in this matter? In the end, the so-called impartial law enforcement is just to provide convenience for the big bosses and major shareholders of the textile mills, the big landlords and aristocrats who have won the money, and the exploiters from other worlds! We, the exploited, can only continue to give our labor, and then lose our last bit of value little by little in this day-to-day labor! ”

"Value, value...... Value? Little Hazefinger repeated the word, something was about to light in his body—but the last fire was missing, yes. It's that last shred of distance.

Pei Lan stared at the other party tightly and said, "Value, you finally realized value." Little Hazefinger, you were a dye concoctor, and I was a wheelmaker, and the stupidest of the mud legs can make a fuss in this factory, but you and I ask ourselves, can we continue to live up to our worth here? ”

"I also feel like I'm living like a walking dead now and before!" A certain fire in Little Hazefinger's heart has been completely ignited so far, and resistance and revenge are all reflected very brightly under the burning of blood. "For the sake of this 'value' you mentioned, I am willing to cooperate with you...... No, I'm going to join you, even if you're broken! ”

It is difficult for future generations to get a glimpse of the mysteries and details before and after this so-called "meeting" from other details. Why did little Hazefinger, who barely communicated with people after the demolition turmoil, join Perrin so quickly? Why did Perrin find little Hazefinger so precisely, without beating around the bush? All of the Origins of the Storm were eventually locked in a filing cabinet in the National Archives of Elta, and the unlock deadline was set at one hundred years.

But regardless of the process, the results are obvious. After its formation that night, the self-proclaimed "Elta Workers' Union" expanded rapidly within the Duncheng textile factory, absorbing a large number of "land compensation workers" as a "grassroots force".

Indeed, compared to the "grassroots branch" as ordinary people think, this place is more like a "secret society" drummed up by a few amateurs. Zhao Jiayin and others also knew this completely, and wrote it in the attachment of the email exchange.

And these contents made Wu Ran and Zuo Zhe, who were staring at the screen at this time, cold from head to toe - no one could have imagined that an excellent legal worker would actually do these things that shook their foundation in another world.

"Let's stop reading these contents and sort out our thoughts......" Zuo Zhe rubbed his face. Where did we find this email address? ”

"On the anonymous letter sent to the family of the engineer of the Mendong City Water Bureau, there are pen marks." Wu Ran flipped out his notebook and read it word by word.

"That's not right." Zuo Zhe shook his head, "The first half is correct, but the second half is wrong." What we found was a micro O number, not an email address. ”

"I'm not finished yet, because there is a device lock and a communication carrier lock on the o-letter, so you can't log in." Wu Ran flipped to the next page, "Then you said that you want to use the O signal to check the Penguin......"

"Yes, and of course I can't log in to the penguins, so I'll have to go with the weakest link. Of course, this is also thanks to the full assistance of your network security, how could I have this condition before? Zuo Zhe knocked on the table, "So this chain of evidence is 'coherent' and 'effective' in your police's terms?" ”

"That's true." Wu Ran nodded, "Then put it that way...... This time, I sent a ...... to another world to do 'legal work'."

"Only you can see the list." Zuo Zhe lightly clicked on an email with the mouse, "But judging from these forwarders, it's not just Zhao Jiayin, at least this Wu Ditan is too." Hehe, I didn't expect the original owner to catch another big fish before he caught it. ”

Zuo Zhe is naturally the same as usual, after breaking through the defense of the person being investigated, he will put on a hippie smile, as if he is mocking the meaningless defense set up by the person being investigated. But this time, Wu Ran beside him obviously couldn't laugh anymore-

The email header on the screen is full of meaningless words like re and reply, but the mystery is hidden in the attachment. Open these attachments, and the contents on them, that is, the objects hidden in the skin of the buns, are very explicit.

"Research and Discussion on the Route of Violent Turmoil in Elta"

"Discussion on the Interaction between Non-Violent Non-Cooperation and Violent Means"

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If the "Commune Xuan" is just a pamphlet carrying the red ghost, these discussions have indeed put weapons and minions on this uncontrolled red ghost.