I saw that the people of the special group had been separated, they were in uniform and holding blast shields, they were in a dilemma and helpless.

They tried to rush to the front and stop the crowd from gathering, but they were pushed to the periphery one by one. They wanted to jump up, they wanted to catch up, but there were too many people, and the strength of thousands of people converged into a river, and they flowed in one direction, like a torrent that could not be stopped.

The helicopters arrived, humming in the air, and someone shouting through a loudspeaker, but the insignificant sound was quickly drowned out in the exhilarating waves below.

In the midst of the commotion, I saw my cousin being set up by bodyguards in the midst of the crowd, waving his hands confidently and passionately, and climbing up the stone stratum until he finally reached the bandstand directly west of the lawn.

The lawn of Luqiao Park organizes a music festival every spring, so such a platform with a stone-concrete structure was specially built. During the music festival last year, I accompanied Shen Yu once. At that time, it was a non-famous singer who was singing, not famous, and the songs were niche, and there were even fewer listeners.

The two of us sat cross-legged under the stage, the sky was clear in the middle of the night, the grass was soft, she played the guitar, her side facing the audience, humming slowly.

"The moon falls into the glass, the flowers bloom in the tide, the clouds drift into sleep, and the pedestrians go into the desert......"

But at this moment, the protagonist on the stage has changed, and the audience has become a mountain and a sea.

The bodyguards seemed to be well-trained, and they stood at the four corners of the table, and stood behind the cousin and on the left and right.

Behind the bandstand, I don't know who put two huge speakers. A man rushed to the stage amid cheers and handed a microphone to his cousin.

Countless people took out their mobile phones and took pictures of him for a while. He was visibly panicked, but quickly stabilized his position.

He cleared his throat, and the voice was suddenly amplified by the microphone, startling even himself.

The people in the audience suddenly fell silent.

The cousin brought the microphone close to his mouth, he tried it, and suddenly he shouted.

"Science is paramount! Science is paramount! Science is paramount! ”

There was a tsunami on stage, and I sat in front of the screen, embarrassed.

But the cousin looked at the cheering crowd, apparently not aware of any embarrassment—if he had raised his arms and shouted in front of the crowd in such a peaceful moment, he would have been directly considered insane.

However, now the situation has changed, and he is facing a group of people who are even crazier than him. They are at a loss in the face of the vision of heaven and earth, and they sincerely hope that someone will stand up, give them confidence, and give them a reason to work hard.

Madness spreads more easily than the plague, and his cousin is apparently infected too, which presumably stimulates his hidden talent for export-

"What mandrills, what Morrows, what ghosts, what sneaky demons, for thousands of years, it is you and me who have ruled this world! And not those six assuras who fell from the sky! ……”

He paused, and the audience erupted in a loud cheer again.

"It's kind of rhyme." Shen Yu teased.

The visitor to hell was smug: "How can I be wrong about the people I have chosen from thousands of times?" ”

The cousin continued to stand at the concert, and he began to tell the story, sometimes shouting passionately, sometimes earnestly, sometimes tear-jerking, sometimes scolding his father.

The emotions of the audience were completely manipulated by him, they cried, shouted, made noise, sang, and the tide of sound and emotion surged wildly, and then shot down with resentment - and those emotional troughs were for a higher rebound.

"I can't imagine that a person who usually feels so obscene still has this ability now?" Shen Yudu was speechless.

"It varies from time to time, in that scene, I can spray better than him on stage!" I said unconvinced.

However, the cousin's words completely boosted the confidence of the audience, and they shouted in a burst of emotion, wishing that they could immediately rush into the faceless man's lair and start a direct war with them!

"Flesh and blood are not a pity! In the future, generations will remember this day, this city, this group of people, you and me! The cousin continued to scream on stage.

"Kill all the mandrills! Slaughter Shura! Keep me Weiyang, forever healthy! He waved his right fist and continued to stir up emotions.

At this moment, I can't wait to be on the scene, I can't wait to rush to the stage immediately, reward him with a slap, and then smack him and scold him for a bloody head.

"You stupid, you actually encourage the common people to put themselves in danger, don't you know that mandrills are a group of people who kill people without blinking?!"

However, although I was not in the audience, with the shaking camera, I found that several people had climbed through the crowds and finally squeezed into the audience.

My heart moved, and I quickly took a few steps closer to the screen.

These are all people from the special group, and I know everyone!

I saw Yu Yiqing, who had long legs, Shi Chong, a slug, and He Nengdang and Su Dahong of the special group, all of whom were leaders of the armed police detachment.

I also saw in the blurry distance, a person who looked like Lin Ying squeezed in from the left side of the bandstand - soon, the entire first row of people under the bandstage became members of the special group.

It seems that Lin Ying and the others are really ready, although the team members in uniform were blocked out, but the ones in civilian clothes mixed in.

The people they faced were the guards standing around the steps with their hands behind their backs, and the strong bodyguards standing on the stage to protect their cousins. In any case, as long as they are in the front row, the situation cannot get completely out of control.

I gently kicked Shen Yu with my toes, motioning for her to look up at the screen.

She certainly caught the sign before I did, and I saw a smile on her lips. I nervously looked at the visitors from hell, for fear that he would recognize these people as well—after all, Lin Ying and others have frequently appeared in public these days, and even been interviewed one after another.

However, the visitor from hell apparently did not feel the pressure, and he simply removed the black cloth that covered his face, and the corners of his crippled mouth were raised. I guess he must have been very happy with what he had planned.

But just when I turned around, I found that the smile on the corner of Shen Yu's mouth had disappeared! She looked serious and nervous, staring straight at the screen, her brows furrowed.

"Oops!" She let out a low cry.

"What's wrong?" I quickly whispered to her.

"Look, Shi Chong!" She no longer cared about exposing the whereabouts of the special team, but openly raised her hand, pointed at Shi Chong on the screen and said, "On such a tense occasion, he actually didn't have a runny nose!" ”

When I looked up, I couldn't help but chuckle when it was.

"Hooked, finally hooked." The Visitor from Hell giggled next to us, his rotten lips squirming and muttering to himself.