The dead branches swayed in the residual wind, a new grave was added to the quiet cemetery mountain, the soldiers stood in front of the grave and took off their hats to salute, and Salmo put Gu Zeyi's police hat and garland in front of the grave, and stood up and gave a military salute after dyeing.

In an instant, Salmo seemed to have returned to his youthful era, Gu Zeyi patted him on the shoulder and said, we must make Qidao strong in the future, and we will no longer be bullied by others.

It's a pity that Gu Zeyi left before he could fulfill his promise, Salmo had already vowed to find the murderer for him, but the most important thing at the moment was to control the situation in the city.

"General, it's not good. Demonstrations erupted on North Street, and a large number of demonstrators were flocking to the patriarch's residence. A second lieutenant reported to Salmo, "I have increased the number of men guarding the chief's residence to prevent the crowd from rioting, but I am afraid that the situation will become uncontrollable as the crowd of demonstrators gradually increases." ”

"Then gather more troops, but your troops must exercise restraint lest they injure the masses by mistake, and I will be there later. ”

The rest of the soldiers obeyed Salmo's orders and followed the second lieutenant down the hill, wondering what to do next. Thinking about it, he stepped down the mountain.

To get to North Street, you have to cross South Street, which is a recreation area, and South Street has a strong laid-back atmosphere, which Salmo felt as soon as he entered South Street.

Although there are many pedestrians on the street, it makes people feel that they are listless, shopping slowly, wandering slowly, and gambling in the casino. The waitress at the Tengyun Hotel came to the door with his waist stretched, and he had to repeat what he had to do to survive today. Because yesterday the manager was dissatisfied with his service attitude and quarreled with him, so that he did not have enough rest, and now he still looks like he has not vented his anger cleanly.

Opposite the hotel was a pork shop, and the man who sold pork was worried about a few pounds of fishy, rotten fat, and it seemed that his mechanical movement today could not exchange money for medicine for his old mother, who was sick at home. The stall selling steamed buns was crammed between two houses, and the peddler repeated the term "bun" hoarsely, and he was going to be kicked out of the street today, simply because his stall did not meet the sanitary standards set by a few ruffians. The owner of the blacksmith shop was also busy with his own work, and his assistant was bored and drunk.

It's hard to imagine that demonstrations are still going on on North Street, but it seems strangely cozy, and Salmo has to enter a tavern suspiciously, both to satisfy his appetite and to find out the news.

Salmo sat down by the window, where he could see everything on the street and get a better view of the rest of the shop. He asked the waiter to order a few side dishes and then fell into deep thought, and while waiting for the food to be served, he walked in with a few strangely dressed guests.

One was a middle-aged woman dressed in a flaming red garment like a flamingo's feathers, one was a young man dressed in a green dress like a young bamboo, and the other was a young man dressed in a short shirt as gray and yellow as the yellow sand of the desert. Their hair was black, they had dark eyes, and Oriental faces, so Salmo was sure that the three of them must have come from Middle-earth.

The bright clothes of the three attracted the attention of everyone in the store, but no one dared to approach them, because the eyes of the three people clearly showed a cold murderous aura. Instead of paying attention to the people around them, they sat down at a four-person table not far from Salmo, asked the waiter to order a bottle of wine, not a dish, and then discussed something in a whisper.

Ever since the three men entered the tavern, Salmo had been pretending to drink to himself, while secretly observing their manners, which, in his experience, were certainly not idle, and in order to hear what they were saying, he secretly cast a bugging charm, while the other hand kept holding the food in his mouth.

The man in the yellow shirt said to the boy in the green shirt, "No:3, have you heard? ”

"Of course I know this, you and my subordinates are all idle eaters, but you No:7, don't you plan to use this incident to play some tricks?" replied the young man called No:3 with a smile.

"I don't have that bad taste. ”

Seeing that the man in the yellow shirt who was called No:7 rejected his proposal, the young man in green spread his hands and said, "Well, anyway, we are here for the Holy Maiden, and what happens to the island has nothing to do with us." ”

"Who said it doesn't matter?" the woman in red glared at the young man in green.

"Oh so, Sister Hongba, what do you think we should do next?" said Green Yi sneered and fiddled with the dinner knife in his hand.

"Didn't you say it a long time ago? We are operating on the island, and we can only say the code name, not the real name. The woman who called the red leaf looked a little angry.

"Okay...... Yes...... Okay, we'll listen to you this time, No:2, can't you do it yet?"

"That's good, go according to plan, and don't mess with me. ”

Suddenly, the man, codenamed No:7, looked in the direction Salmo was sitting, and was so startled that he quickly lowered his head and pretended to eat.

While the man was thinking, there was a shouting and scolding from outside the shop, and groups of people holding signs and shouting slogans walked in clusters in the direction of North Street, and the customers in the tavern looked out, some whispering about the demonstrators, some quietly drinking their wines, with a look of indifference on their faces, and some of them followed like the few people dressed in Middle-earth.

It seemed that the scale of the demonstration had extended to the South Block, and it was hard to imagine what kind of plot it would be at the Patriarch's Residence, Salmo couldn't care so much, and after settling the bill, he immediately took a shortcut and rushed towards West Street.

Seeing this, Salmo immediately asked the guards to line up and build two protective belts, the front row was composed of guards with shields, who were ready to resist the crowd rushing forward with uncontrollable emotions, and the back row was composed of guards with sticks to resist the demonstrators with weapons.

As far as the eye could see, there was only a group of hands raised above his head, but Salmo still noticed that the three men he had just met in the tavern were clasped hands, hiding in a corner of the fork, watching the demonstration with great interest. He stared at the three men for only a moment, and then shifted all his energy to maintaining order on the scene.

A man with a bearded face in the crowd stood up, he crossed his hands on his waist and shouted at Salmo with angry hair: "Call the patriarch out quickly, we have to ask for an explanation for the West Street tragedy that happened yesterday, whether this matter was ordered by the patriarch himself." ”

"This gentleman, please calm down, I am the general of the Qidao Army, and after our investigation, the street slaughterers are a group of people in black, and I can guarantee that I have nothing to do with the patriarch. Salmo made a gesture with his hands pressed down, "Everyone, please go back, I will definitely investigate this incident carefully, and give you a fair one, please rest assured." ”

Before Salmo could finish speaking, a special procession passed through the crowd, full of women and children, carrying the portraits of their dead relatives, weeping bitterly, and the people gave way to them until they faced the guards, and without saying a word, they threw the statues of their relatives to the ground, and rushed forward to push the guards with shields.

The guards didn't want to hurt them, but they just squeezed forward, and an old child was squeezed to the ground in this way, and the demonstrators immediately exploded, and the strong men immediately shouted and swarmed up, and had a physical altercation with the guards, and the second team of guards armed with sticks also rushed out under the cover of the shield guards, and fought with the armed men, and the support team released paralysis bullets to the demonstrators, and after some people were affected by the paralyzing effect, they took out handcuffs and arrested them.

"Don't get excited...... Listen to me first......" Salmo shouted at the top of his lungs to the crowd, but it didn't quell the fight between the guards and the demonstrators, and the three men he had met in the tavern were nowhere to be seen.

"Let's stop first and listen to Mo's words. ”

A heavy voice came from the crowd, and Salmo looked into the middle of the crowd, and saw Mo Ran holding his staff, slowly walking to a position in a straight line with him, and he immediately clenched his fists.

"Oh, what is High Priest Mo talking about?" Salmo restrained himself, and the brawl continued, and it did not change with Mo Ran's arrival, until one of his resounding words.

"The West Street massacre incident was my order. ”

As soon as Mo Ran's words fell, the guards and demonstrators were shocked, some even dropped their weapons to the ground, Salmo opened his mouth wide in surprise, he didn't expect Mo Ran to turn himself in, and a reminder of him appeared in his mind, thinking that this must be Mo Ran's conspiracy again.

"I really didn't expect that as a high priest admired by all people, he would be so inhumane, and only Middle-earth could do such an act of slaughtering such beasts, you have disappointed the people of the island too much. Salmo yelled loudly, trying to figure out what trick Mo Ran was up to.

"Is this true, Lord Priest?" asked the bearded leader of the demonstrator, tugging at Mo Ran's sleeve, and behind him, everyone looked incredulous.

"Everyone, don't be impatient, everything is up to Mo from the beginning. Mo Ran frowned and said, "Yesterday, it was indeed under the leadership of the believers to clean the West Street, because the spread of black spot disease has been very serious, if it is not stopped, the black spot disease will spread unscrupulously in the entire island, and everyone will have to die at that time, Mo was forced to make this decision due to the situation, I hope you can forgive me, but Mo firmly believes that his behavior is not wrong, and I am willing to be spurned by the world for the sake of the island." ”

"But isn't the special medicine able to cure the black spot disease? Why do you have to sacrifice so many lives for no reason? Why don't you save them with the special medicine?" asked the leader of the demonstrators, puzzled, and a voice around him echoed him.

"What if the black spot virus mutates?"

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound, and saw that Yu Caiyi still walked to Mo Ran's side in the conspicuous white coat.

"Dean She, do you have any advice?"

"After years of research on black spot disease, I found that this outbreak of black spot disease is mainly airborne, which proved to be a green flocculent found in the nose of the deceased, and experiments have shown that the substance can react with the air. "Because the virus has mutated, I can't develop a specific drug in the short term, so the only way to save the island is to completely eliminate the source of infection." ”

Yu Caiyi raised his voice and said: "Rest assured, the people of West Street will not sacrifice in vain, their death also destroyed the soil where the black spot disease spreads, and their death has eliminated a terrible disease that is enough to wipe out the entire Weidao tribe. ”

Suddenly, Mo Ran knelt forward on his knees, and Yu Caiyi hurriedly stepped forward to help him up: "High Priest Mo, what are you doing here?"

"If you can't vent your grievances, you will punish Mo, and all the responsibilities will be borne by Mo. ”

Looking at Mo Ran's actions, the crowd was suddenly speechless, and people looked at the high priest they usually admired, and their hearts were indescribable, but Salmo laughed in his heart that Mo Ran's bitter meat play was so good.

"But then again, the people of West Street are all dead, and you have to be responsible for these dead people. ”

"General, have you ever wondered who is really responsible for this?" Mo Ran turned his head and asked in the face of Salmo's troubles.

"Who is it?" Salmo motioned for him to stand up and speak, and the people agreed, yes...... Whose is it? Voices like that rang out all around.

"It is the daughter of the patriarch - Shen Fangli, that ominous person. ”

"You ......" Salmo stretched out his trembling hand and pointed at Mo Ran, seeing Mo Ran's pretentious expression, he was so angry that his eyes almost erupted with fire, and Mo Ran really used this as a bargaining chip to blackmail the patriarch. However, he did not dare to act rashly in this situation, and with the words in the crowd, I already knew that it was her, and his voice became louder and louder, and he did not know what to do, so he could only roar and roar: "What evidence do you have?"

"Do you still remember what happened on the day Shen Fangli was born? The white bird that symbolizes the calamity flew to the island, and a few years later, the island broke out with black spot disease, is it all just a coincidence?" Mo Ran smiled and said, "I have been watching the stars at night for many years, and I found that since the day she was born, the light of the second star has always overshadowed the main star, which is a bad omen, this person's previous life must have angered the goddess to cause divine punishment, and affected the entire island, she is the origin of this black spot disease." ”

"That's right, as long as we kill Shen Fangli, the doom of our island will not come again, and there will be no such serious incident as Tu Jie. ”

The crowd didn't know who said a word, and his words immediately caused a response.

"For everyone's sake, Mo Mou is out of the way, tomorrow I will definitely persuade Patriarch Shen to let him hand over Ling Ai and give human sacrifices to comfort the gods. Mo Ran slammed his staff to the ground to stir up the crowd.

In an instant, "exterminate the ominous, sacrifice the sky with blood, and comfort my people." To calm the anger of the gods, the source will not be removed, and the momentum will not stop. The slogan sounded, and the military guards were on guard to prevent the demonstrators from rushing into the chief's mansion at any time, but this time the object of their protection changed.

Salmo noticed the dangerous smile on Mo Ran's lips, as if to warn himself that if he intervened in this matter, the end would be very tragic.