When passing through the No. 3 district, it was difficult for the car to move forward on the seventh night, and the road was blocked by a group of people watching the excitement, and even the sidewalk was full of people, so in order to prevent safety problems, the driver quickly stopped the car away from the crowd.

Today is a special day, and it is a festival that has been passed down since ancient times in country Z - the 24th day of the twelfth month of the lunar calendar, the small year.

It is said that the end of the world is over, and it is not easy to survive, who still has the time of Emperor M to go to what small years?

But the night shadow is different, there is Xuanyuan Ying and others in front of S City who are leading a team to clean up zombies, and the danger is basically borne by them, and the ordinary people in the rear spontaneously form a team, and even the children can follow after school, and they can get more supplies.

Under this premise, there are basically no people in the base who are worried about going hungry, and if outsiders enter the base, they will think that this is a place that they have not visited in the last days, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a paradise.

As a result, the traditional festival or something naturally did not leave the stage, and anyway, it was just a day without going out for a task.

Isn't this today, there are a lot of people in the base, and if it's lively, then look at it, and don't need money.

"Brother Night, I'll take a look." The co-driver's little black got out of the car through the door.

The trotting over also approached the crowd and squeezed inward, and the big man would not be covered by the crowd. After a while, I ran back sweaty, which showed the degree of crowding over there, and the clothes were all messy.

"Brother Night, it's the traffic management office and people who are messing around."

Xiao Hei basically follows Qiye, and Qiye doesn't often come to District 3, so there are not many people who know him here, which gives him convenience, pretending to be curious passers-by to inquire about the matter.

Speaking of this matter and today's festival is also related, Xiao Nian, according to tradition, the people will post a picture of the god of the stove, and then put people and fruits to sacrifice to the god of the stove, praying that the whole family can be safe and peaceful in the coming year, and the disaster will be far away.

For people nowadays, this is the most hopeful, and every family attaches great importance to it.

This attention is here.

If you want to sacrifice to the god of the stove, you have to have a god sacrifice for you first, right? This image of the god of the stove must be there first, right?

That's big business today.

So I had a brain, and I made a lot of pictures of the god of the stove to set up stalls on the roadside.

The group of people who are in trouble with the traffic management is the group of people who sell the Stove God map.

I don't know the cause of the incident, but I only know that ten or so minutes ago, the dozen or so people from the traffic control center suddenly rushed here, and then they smashed the stalls and beat people like bandits.

When Qiye heard this, his little face immediately turned cold.

As soon as the car door went out, the little short legs went straight to the lively center.

Unlike before, no one was talking about it, and there was no sound at all, just to watch the excitement. It's just that the closer they get to the center of the incident, the expressions on their faces are more or less indignant, forbearing, and pity.

Qiye doesn't come out often, but I don't know which one in the base knows what she looks like! As for her glorious act of saving a group of supernatural people on the farm, it has long been recorded as a video, and everyone has it.

As soon as she saw who was passing by, she immediately took the initiative to give up her place to pass.

Under Xiao Hei's escort, Qiye didn't see it first, but heard the sound of 'pop/pop' smashing things first.

When he could see the scene, Qiye's whole face was black.

The preconceived idea was a group of men wearing traffic control office clothes, some holding tables and smashing them on the ground, and some of them angrily stepping on tables and chairs that had been rotted into wooden sticks.

Not far from them, a group of people fell to the ground, most of them were young people, all with injuries on their bodies, or bruises on their faces, or covering their legs or stomachs, and the only middle-aged man was sitting on the ground covered in blood, clutching his twisted right leg.

Everyone was angry and looked at the people in the traffic control office in fear, all of them were injured, but no one made a sound.

In the whole scene, there is only the sound of people smashing at the traffic control office. It's like a farce, staging officials who are bullying the people.

"Stop." Xiao Hei immediately shouted.

This sudden cheer made everyone's eyes turn from the people in the traffic control office to Qiye and Xiao Hei, and the people in the traffic control office also stopped moving.

"Who are you? We are doing things in the traffic management office, and you dare to stop it? Are you in league with these disrespectful people who are disrespectful to Madame? ”

The only man in the squad leader's uniform who had not moved all the time and only watched smug from the side stood up first, and he didn't even look at who was making a sound.

"Poof~" I don't know where there was a sudden laughter, but the voice was so small that it didn't attract much attention.

When the team leader turned around and saw who he was yelling at, he immediately broke out in a cold sweat, his face turned white, and he quickly trotted over and kept beating himself, and the strength was quite heavy: "Madam, my subordinates don't know it's you, look at my cheap mouth, look at my cheap mouth." ”

As soon as the other people in the traffic control office saw who the person was, they were immediately scared, although they didn't hit themselves like the team leader, but they all quickly gathered and stood up and shrank their heads, not even daring to look at the seven nights.

I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die this time!

They shouldn't have believed the captain's mess around, and this time the lady saw it with her own eyes, and their work must be finished.

The group of people who were beaten on the ground had different expressions, some as if they saw hope, others with desperate expressions.

This is understandable, I feel hopeful, it is someone who shouts to stop, indicating that the other party can't see it, and this person is the person next to Mrs., that should be what Mrs. means.

And the desperate thing is that the traffic management office is an official, a department set up by the order of the lady herself, how could the lady not stand on their side?

Qiye ignored the squad leader who kept slapping his mouth, but turned his gaze to the injured people on the ground: "Can any of you tell me what happened?" ”

As soon as he heard this question, the team leader immediately stopped and lowered his head and did not dare to speak, and the other people in the traffic control office were also silent. The same was true of the group of people who were beaten, and even after she asked, the eyes of several young people who had a fire of hope in their eyes dimmed.

At this time, a woman with a tearful face who was standing not far from Qiye and was being dragged by a man spoke up, "Madam, I know. ”

"You say."

"That's right, Lao Feng recruited a group of people who can paint to paint the statue of the god of the stove, and the people in the traffic management office said that they were disrespectful to Mrs., and they would smash things and beat people when they came over."

With tears in her eyes, the woman explained very simply and rudely.

Others dare not speak out, she dares, her son just found a temporary job to earn a little money, and she was beaten so much that she almost couldn't recognize it, now that Mrs. is present, doesn't she beg Mrs. to be the master for her son or a mother?

"Why do you smash other people's things and hurt people?" Qiye turned to the squad leader, his gaze was as stern as a sword, so that the squad leader didn't need to look up to seem to feel the actual penetration.