It was late at night, and Wang Qinian, a senior intern at the London branch of Meme Industries Group, pulled the blanket he was draping on, got up and walked to the window.

Click,

He reached out to pull the glass window open, and the cold night breeze slipped in, lifting the letterhead pressed against the inkwell on the desk.

London's former bustling streets are now silent, with a few dimly lit houses, unclaimed newspapers of the day lying on their backs on the concrete floor, and the headline "Loyalty is not absolute to absolute disloyalty – Prime Minister Ross asks the people to unite and get through the storm" is particularly conspicuous in the sewage-stained landscape.

A heavily armed British soldier stands on the roof of the car, machine gun in hand, and an infrared eyepiece extends from his helmet, buzzing around the corner of the street, like a one-eyed robot described in cyberpunk.

According to the assessment of the relevant authorities, Scotland Yard was likely not up to the task of keeping London safe, and after a period of struggle, Prime Minister Ross finally agreed to let the army in London.

The stocky armored car like a steel monster disappeared on the corner of the street, and Wang Qinian closed the curtains and carefully turned sideways to dim the bedside lamp to prevent the light from shining out of the window.

The investigation of the London secret police has become more and more severe, and they will even break into people's homes in the middle of the night to arrest those who spread rumors on the Internet that are "harmful to the national interests of the British Empire".

Like the Great Purge of the Soviets.

Wang Qinian thought so, walked to the desk and sat down, picked up the pen, and continued to write on the paper.

"November 1st, fine."

"Britain is still calm today,"

"The House of Commons yesterday finally passed the Peace Administration Ordinance Bill, which would require the UK government to approve any gathering of more than 10 people, and such approval will largely not be passed."

"At the beginning, everyone couldn't believe that Britain, which has always flaunted human rights, freedom, and cooking, would have such a disrespect for the right to assemble and personal freedom."

"Some British university students my age took to the streets, holding signs in protest, but they were beaten with batons from the Scotland Yard police," he said.

"After being beaten, they were put in a Scotland Yard cell for 'disturbing the peace' – it's curious to see if London's prisons can accommodate so many prisoners, but when you think about it, the answer is chilling."

He raised his head and looked at the copy of "The Death of Marat" on the wall in a daze, his eyes were full of confused colors.

"Those who were taken away were never seen again, and despite repeated reiterations by the British Empire that they would be released after a month of detention, everyone knew that they were simply trying to avoid the damned day of November 5th."

Wang Qinian worked hard to write, and lines of Chinese characters were densely engraved on the red horizontal line.

"This time, the British government is not joking, and as November 5 continues to approach, the city is in an indescribable depression."

"No, not restlessness, more precisely the calm before the storm"

"Does the Bloodline really exist? Are the government agencies of the British Empire a prop to help the Bloods lead the beasts to eat people?

No one can answer this question, and even if Prime Minister Ross repeats it a thousand times and ten thousand times on TV shows, it can't stop her approval ratings from plummeting....."

Wang Qinian put down the pen with a snap and pricked up his ears to listen to the footsteps coming from the corridor.

Stepping on the footsteps, the footsteps gradually faded away, Wang Qinian breathed a sigh of relief, and picked up the pen again,

"The city of London, which has the largest military presence, is barely able to maintain law and order, while in other cities, Manchester, Birmingham and Edinburgh, protests have already erupted."

"Tear gas, high-pressure water cannons, blast shields, rubber batons, well-equipped British police and military did not hesitate to block the front of the procession,"

"Tanks and armoured vehicles marched into the city in a grand manner, helicopter gunships hovered over the city, barbed wire blocked the intersections, and even machine-gun towers were urgently poured with cement."

"In the face of the black hole of the guns and the loudspeakers of the military to persuade them to retreat, the angry people still returned home, they still loved the country in their hearts,

Even though she is riddled with diseases, even if she is old, the people are still willing to give it another chance, they still believe in the cooking of the dish from the oil, and believe in the dream of retelling the free dish cooking for countless years. ”

"After all the network operators stopped providing services to individual users, all entertainment programs on TV stations were also stopped, monotonous news documentary programs took over the living room, and children had to hide in their bedrooms to play stand-alone games without Internet access."

"Factories are closed, schools are closed, shops are closed, power plants and water plants are struggling to operate, and production operations are almost all shut down across the UK."

"In other cities, armed police have blocked all thoroughfares, supermarkets have been shut down, and everyone has to walk to food rations to eat – but in London, that's not the case, and we only have clean mineral water to drink."

He didn't know what he remembered, and a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth,

“…… The difference between the extreme left and the extreme right is just a thought, and those V-word vendettas simply plant a seed, and easily sprout in the hearts of these unequal Anglo-Saxons.

What human rights are equal, what democracy and freedom, it's all bullshit!

The residents of London, who used to avoid the Middle East and 'respect' the customs of Middle Eastern people, have had enough of these grandfathers from thousands of miles away, and even political opportunists shouting extreme slogans of 'building concentration camps' to win public opinion for themselves.

"How ironic, the British Empire was the overlord of the blue planet a hundred years ago, her strong ships and cannons opened the door of China, and her roaring factories provided industrial products to the world,

And now, Britain, which has come to a standstill, is not to mention its hegemonic position, and even its own people are difficult to appease. ”

"A strong fortress is usually not breached by the enemy from the outside, and internal crises are often more deadly, just like the Qing Dynasty in 1911, which seemed to be boiling oil with flowers, but in fact collapsed at the touch of a button."

Wang Qinian stretched his waist and yawned and wrote, "Tomorrow I will take the Huaguo ferry, return to my hometown, and leave this land of right and wrong." ”

"Will the fig leaf hastily lifted by the British Empire be lifted in four days? Will the so-called blood clan be revealed to the world?

All these questions, I would rather be in my hometown at half past seven at night, by watching that never-ending news program, to get the corresponding answers. ”

"However, I can foresee blood and conflict, I can foresee death and riots, and the next four days will be extremely difficult for the people of this land..."

The sound of tapping and tapping footsteps sounded downstairs, and Wang Qinian walked to the window, and through the gap in the beige curtains, he saw a thin figure in a black hoodie holding red spray paint spray-painting something on the wall.

The pattern has a circle on the outside and a large V in the middle, which is the symbol of the rebels.

The emaciated figure took two steps back and looked at him after spraying the pattern, but the armed patrol car on the corner had already hit him with a searchlight.

"Run."

Wang Qinian shouted in a low voice.

The hoodie put the spray paint in his pocket, turned and ran into the building, the sound of kicking footsteps ringing in the hallway.

Wang Qinian turned around and quickly stuffed the letter to his distant parents into the corner of his desk.

Knock knock, knock on the door like thunder, Wang Qinian swallowed his saliva and stood in place.

Knock knock, knock on the door more urgently.

Wang Qinian gritted his teeth, stepped forward quickly, and pulled the door open.

Under the black hoodie, there is a skinny girl with long pale blonde hair and blue eyes. She stood timidly at the door of Wang Qinian, and the heavy footsteps of the armed police could already be heard in the corridor.

Wang Qinian scratched his head, and at this moment, he had already thought of the name of the child born to this girl for the rest of his life.

"What, are you going to come in and sit down?"