"Step down!"

"Abe!"

"Step down!"

"Abe!"

"Abe, the national thief, get out!"

The Prime Minister's Mansion in Nagata Town was surrounded by a large number of demonstrators, and the wide streets were blocked with water, and from left to right, there was no one but an angry crowd, and the police who maintained order held shields struggled to prevent the crowd from entering the Prime Minister's Office.

Political animals have the most sensitive sense of smell, and the prime minister's official residence is empty, and even angry crowds break in.

"They dared to attack the innocent yesterday, and today and tomorrow, this kind of wanton misfortune will also befall us!"

"Get the hell out of the cabinet!"

Two people held high the national flag, swaying as hard as they could on the roof of a car, and the red and white flags were carried by the wind, shouting hoarsely slogans for the cabinet to get out.

The face is red, the blood is squeezing the blood vessels, the blood vessels are supporting the skin, and the subcutaneous bulge is two centimeters, which is terrifying, and the skyrocketing eyeballs jump one by one, and the slogan will jump out of the eye socket if it is a little louder.

Every one or two meters in the crowd, there were people holding demonstration signs made by themselves, red, black, blue, all kinds of colors were mixed, and the scene was spectacular.

The sign was printed with the prime minister's portrait and then smeared with a big red X, some of which were short words written in Chinese, so that it looked more powerful, like more angry slogans.

The sign at the front of the line depicts the prime minister smiling with a knife and killing people, or the World War II atomic bombing, or the explosion in a seaside park, with people in tears, people in pieces, children, mothers.

"Get off the stage!"

"Get off the stage!"

"This is our government, the people who rule this country, who have turned their butcher knives at their own people." An old man stood in front of the crowd without stage fright, and it could be seen that there was no lack of experience in big scenes when he was young, "They are reckless, trying to decide our life and death, no, they are already doing it!" ”

"Fan, fan, fan."

NHK's helicopter flew through the air, and the recording crew recorded what was happening in Tokyo**.

"Hold it down a little bit, it's not clear enough."

Even if these materials are not usable now, they are sealed in the TV station and kept for a few years or even a dozen or decades to be valuable information, and someone has to stand up and record what is happening.

From Nagata Town, the prime minister's official residence, to Marunouchi, the procession of flags and signs is converging and seems to be heading towards the Imperial Palace.

Surrounded by moats, the Imperial Palace has stood for hundreds of years, witnessing the horror of the country's countless blood madness.

In an ancient temple in the North District, adjacent to the temple cemetery, a group of monks kneel on a futon and recite scriptures.

"Prajnaparamita, compassion, joy, liberation, no leakage...... He is free in the heavens and the Brahma heavens......"

Their brows were furrowed and their expressions were solemn, and they first recited the transcendent scriptures, and then the scriptures that blessed their home and country.

Outside the temple, middle-aged and elderly people who believe in Buddhism in the North District take money and give it away.

"Please make sure that your son is safe and sound in Kyushu." A father who was still wearing a transport company's overalls folded his hands as his son was dragged by the school to participate in the Jade Dragon Flag.

I thought it would be good to increase my knowledge, but I didn't think that I would encounter these messy and terrifying things.

Now Kyushu Island is said to be in a chaotic situation, with every flight at the airport full and there is no room for seats, and the Kanmon Bridge and the Kanmon Undersea Tunnel, the sea-crossing bridge to Honshu Island, are also crowded with cars, which is the only way to the other islands.

As for to other areas by ferry?

The maritime company shut down all plans to go to sea, and none of the sailors dared to go to sea to die at this time.

"We must come back safely, we must come back safely."

"Amitabha."

The monk of Mizuno's old acquaintance walked out of the ancient temple, still holding vegetarian dishes in his hand, and behind him was followed by the monks in the ancient temple, apparently to see him off.

Seeing a monk walking out of the ancient temple, the believers surrounded him.

The true Buddha can't come, the true monk can still use it, isn't the Buddha in Mahayana Buddhism also incarnated by mortals.

"Amitabha. Ladies and gentlemen, the little monk is not a practitioner in this monastery. The monk smiled kindly, and led the believers to the ancient temple, these believers are coming for the ancient temple, but they can't let their foreign monks rob the local scenery, even if they are monks, they will still be disturbed by ordinary considerations.

Carrying a vegetarian meal, the monk walked down the street without squinting.

The North District is a relatively low sense of presence in Tokyo, and it is not the battlefield of this ** demonstration, and the monks have not encountered the procession of demonstrations until they reached the place where the homeless man is.

"Master ......" the homeless people looked helplessly at the vegetarian dish in the monk's hand, that is, rice balls or white rice, not even a trace of meat, it is estimated that the taste is not very good, the island country monks do not prohibit meat, but the big monk in the temple still has the identity of the operator, and he can deduct it in terms of food, which can be said to be a test.

Although their social status is not very good, they can still eat some meat in the poor supermarket by selling garbage or something, and this pure vegetarian dish is really hard to swallow.

However, there are also many homeless people who take the vegetarian meal gratefully, no matter how it tastes, this is the master's intention, and how clean the vegetarian rice is.

This is a monk who has a reputation among the homeless people in several wards, a real master, who has measured the homeless gathering points in the Tokyo area one after another with his feet, whether it is five years, or ten years, or more.

In the early years of the 'wintering struggle', every year there were homeless people who froze to death, and it was the master who rushed to recite the scriptures and bury them in the temple with their own money and favors.

If there were real monks, they would definitely be like monks.

"Master, aren't you going to eat?"

"I've already eaten it in the temple, it's delicious." The monk picked up a newspaper from the ground, and this morning's newspaper was thrown away by the office workers after reading it.

The pages of the newspaper are thriving, the government of the island country is preparing for next year's Olympic Games, the XX Department of XX Province has introduced a new policy that is conducive to the national economy and people's livelihood, and the artist studio has been exposed to a scandal related to the Extreme Organization, which star is ready to get married.

"The newspapers are all about this boring stuff." There is a homeless man holding a mobile phone, a mobile phone that has been eliminated from the market for two years, but in addition to the aging battery, it can also be used. ”

"The Kyushu Island side killed hundreds of civilians at once, it's too frustrating. I've heard people say that the city is very busy right now, full of marching processions, clerks, workers, housewives, and tens of thousands of people. ”

"Tens of thousands? There are tens of millions of people in Tokyo, and I heard that more than 100,000 people are marching, tsk, this is the biggest scandal since the war. ”

"Do you think we're going to march with us?"

"Enough to hold on?" The bored homeless man rolled over and stuck to the ground like rotting roots, "What's in it for us to go." ”

"Why not."

The monk sitting cross-legged on the ground suddenly opened his eyes, and the monk's voice was hoarse and low, which had the effect of calming people's hearts.

"Master, what did you just say?" The homeless people respect this monk very much, and the more hungry and cold people are, the more they attach importance to their faith, and the monk's persistence for more than ten years is like a steel needle pierced into the hearts of the homeless people in Tokyo.

"Why don't we march again?" The monk stood up, tall and straight, more than one meter and eight meters, "Is it that we are inferior to the marchers, or is it that what is happening now has nothing to do with us?" ”

Startled by the monk who suddenly spoke up, several homeless men glanced at each other and said weakly: "Master......"

"It's not a scandal, it's unjust."

Where is the monk still has the kindness of the gentle and elegant monks in the past: "A group of jackals and beasts in suits and leather shoes, leading beasts to eat people, this time it was just a coincidence that the camouflage was torn off." ”

"If we don't speak up for the unjust souls of Kyushu today, no one will speak for us tomorrow."

These words made the homeless people sigh in their hearts, and in recent times, even the lowest and lowest level of them have keenly felt that changes have taken place around them, and many familiar homeless people have suddenly disappeared from the world......

It's like an invisible monster lurking in the city, capturing one homeless man today and another tomorrow.

Is it the cannibalistic transcendent who is eyeing them? Or is it the mysterious man in black as some homeless people call it?

But how can they have the right to speak out, even if they are exposed, no news media will care, in the mainstream society, they are a group of dead people who have not yet been sealed with tombstones.

Everyone is anxious, but everyone is powerless to change, not because they don't want to change, but they don't even know where to change, they have fallen in the quagmire for too long, they have to bury themselves in the sand like ostriches, praying to the gods and Buddhas, and the next one to disappear is not themselves.

"One finger is easy to break, but five is a fist."

The monk said the sentence of the allusion, but he turned the chopsticks in the allusion into a fist, and he clenched his hands together, as if there were gods inhabiting it in his eyes.

"Stand up, let's go together."

…………

A ragged procession of homeless people from the North End started out of a dozen people, and walking down the street would only make people cover their noses and turn their heads sideways.

Although you can't smell the homeless man at such a distance, the stereotype of smell is deep in the bone marrow and cannot be removed.

No police cared about this group of homeless people, and most of the Metropolitan Police Department's forces had been transferred to several districts in the central capital.

They move slowly, but they are steadfast.

From Kita Ward to Adachi Ward and then to Arakawa Ward, a dozen people expanded to nearly a hundred, some homeless people joined angrily, some hesitated, some cautiously did not move, and when they came out of Mitsuya, the whole team instantly expanded.

Metropolitan Police Department's Temporary Countermeasures Center.

"There's another team in Taito District, and there's no manpower to stop it."

"It's over, is the world going to be in chaos?"

"It's strange that it's a bunch of homeless people."

"What the hell? I'll look at the footage. ”

Looking at the team of homeless people in the video, the temporary countermeasures center was strangely silent, and then full of embarrassment, this kind of big event, a group of homeless people came to join in the fun.

The former is the assembly line of the toolman's work, which is designed according to the prison concept, and the latter is the maintenance plant for the toolman to replenish energy and repair parts, so as to ensure that the toolman will not die of exhaustion before he is pressed clean.

Of course, the house purchased and rented by the tool man is also another efficient pressing line.

Cramped lanes, wide highways, laughing campuses, and wordless prisons.

This team is a river, flowing from one place to another, and countless tributaries join it, and the river is the dense traffic of the cobwebs in the city, and the watermarks of the river are left on the roads in front of the houses.

The veins of the rivers are getting bigger and bigger, and the speed of their flow is getting faster and faster.

"It's the guys from Adachi Ward." A homeless man lying on the newspaper pushed his glasses, wiped his face with a clean palm, shook off his dirty clothes, and slowly got up from the ground.

It was a mess, but it was clean, and he struggled to maintain the last shred of his decency.

This homeless man has been adrift for 20 years, from the layoffs of the bubble crisis to the present, the original famous college graduates, the core staff of a large group, the stock has been wiped out, and his wife has been scattered. Wandering life is a quagmire, and after falling into it for a long time, even struggling is only accelerating death.

"They deserve to march too?"

Rolling up the newspaper, the homeless man continued to browse through the interesting news on it.

Imperial Palace, Niju Bridge.

Located in front of the main entrance of the Imperial Palace, the Niju Bridge is a new bridge built from the lower old bridge, so it is called Niju Bridge, and it is an important passage in and out of the Imperial Palace, and it is guarded by guards every day, and it is also an excellent place to watch the handover of the island's guards.

But today's double bridge is particularly lively, a wall of people and a wall of guards against each other, one side is angry, the other side is just clenching the weapons in their hands, no one has ever seen the guards in front of the imperial palace make a move, they are holding in their hands are all relying on the old rifles, if the demonstrators in front of them start to charge, the old rifles alone are of little use.

In the face of the guards' guns, the procession stood sensibly at a distance of 20 meters, shouting slogans desperately.

But just when the thunder was heavy and the rain was small, another group of different teams appeared from the corner of the street, and the people in the front row were all sweating profusely, crossing several districts to come here, which was a great test for body and mind, but under the coercion of the surging crowd behind them, the tired body was no longer under the control of independent individuals.

"There's a double bridge ahead."

The crowd walked with their arms swaying, ragged, looking like dead people crawling out of a garbage heap, and in the middle of this group of dead people stood the monk.