After all, you and I are just puppets who yearn for freedom.

Chen Ning, 17 years old, a senior in high school, is known as Jie Rui.

The microphone rested on his ears, but his hands were already wet with cold sweat.

At this time, the lobby was filled with strange figures, all wearing gas masks, sealed in special black clothes, holding heavy firearms, as if they were coming for killing.

How could militants suddenly appear in the Bay Area, one of the safest cities in Asia? What is there about this dilapidated house worthy of being held hostage by this group?

Their outward attire definitely doesn't look like the Bay Area police, nor does it look like the regular army...... Seems more like a terrorist. The entrance to the lobby is blocked by an unknown obstacle, and they are busy working, but Jerry can't figure out what their actions and plans are......

In any case, this group of people haunts the online education market absolutely beyond the scope of rational imagination.

After witnessing the blood splattered on the counter of the management office, Jerry was almost certain that they were terrorists. The Administrator's body is nowhere to be found, presumably removed.

At this moment, Jerry showed surprising calmness, if someone else witnessed such a thrilling vision, he would inevitably scream loudly, and his whereabouts would be more than lucky.

As Jerry scurried down the stairs, he noticed the smoke filling the back staircase, and saw more than a dozen metal barrels on the ground floor. Aware of the seriousness of the situation, he moved one of the buckets to the bottom of the back staircase to prevent it from being removed. After noticing something unusual in the lobby, Jerry rushed into the lobby with an agile flipper, avoiding the eyes of strangers in the lobby and arriving at the counter of the management office covered in blood.

The counter is in a relatively secluded position, but extreme caution must be exercised so that it cannot be detected by the militants.

However, when he planned to call his unit and contact Ah Xiang and others, misfortune was about to befall him......

The fire door connecting the rear staircase to the lobby was abruptly opened, and several residents burst in, making an overly visible noise. Jerry knew that he would die, and quickly put down the microphone and rolled back to the back staircase.

"Hello? Hello? Hello? ”

A male voice came from the microphone, but Jerry had already left the lobby.

The lobby was immediately filled with bullets and bullets, and a large number of residents had several holes called "death" in their bodies, and several of them, like Jerry, fled to the fire door of the back staircase, and he desperately closed the door, and a steady stream of gunfire was heard behind the door.

Jerry, who had been shot in the chest, was bleeding and panting violently...... How could there be such a dehumanizing murder that was nothing short of a massacre......

No, if a middle school student finds out that he has been missing for a long time, he will inevitably come down to search for him and cause death...... A warning must be given......

Jerry's mouth was bleeding from the gunshot and he managed to pull his phone out of his pocket - it had no signal. I left a message and threw it next to the metal bucket at the bottom of the back staircase, praying that my classmates would guess that the password of my mobile phone was related to Atsuko Maeda.

But he couldn't put his mind at ease, and at the last moment, he wanted to leave more clues for his friends, so that they could know that the phone was hidden at the bottom of the stairs.

He dipped his hands in the surging red of his chest, and his weak body leaned against the fire door, writing.

“B…… O…… T…… T…… O…… M" that refers to the bottom of the stairs.

“J…… E…… R…… R……”

Confused by blood loss, Jerry couldn't read the font clearly, and he even wrote the "J" as the "I" with a very different meaning, and the second "R" hadn't even been finished when a new round of gunfire rang out behind the door.

Eventually, the second "R" was a stroke off and became a "P......

Jerry didn't finish the writing, because he couldn't imagine that the bullets could go through the fire door.

Some marionettes will never be able to detect the strings on their limbs.

Wang Limin, 61 years old, night cleaner of Quanhua Building.

"Boss Yang, I really don't have time today, the worksheet says that I will leave at 11 o'clock at night."

"Aunt Wang, there is a shortage of manpower, if you don't stay in the garbage room tonight to clean up the sundries, where will there be a place for tomorrow's maintenance equipment."

"Boss Yang can put the utility room on the 8th floor, it's empty for a long time-"

"The utility room will be full tomorrow, and you stay here tonight to clean up the garbage room, more or less because you were lazy before, so you made the garbage room so messy."

"Hey! Boss, you can be fair, those clutter are what you ordered the cleaners to put here, where do my little characters have the right to speak? ”

"Don't quarrel with me, anyway, here tonight, pack up before you leave, otherwise give me the uniform tomorrow and leave, that's all!"

"Elder Yang—"

The echo of the old-style phone was full of "beep-" desperation, Wang Limin put down the phone, and endless grievances came to her heart.

I thought that tonight I could hurry home before midnight to make soup for my son to drink, but according to the boss's order, it was already early in the morning after cleaning up the garbage room, and my son had left home to work.

It is an ironclad fact that there is a shortage of cleaning manpower in the Quanhua Building, but it is too impersonal to work on an elderly woman, and it will not be notified until the same day......

"Ugh."

The so-called backbone, in the eyes of the difficult class, is nothing more than flashy luxury......

Some marionettes, perceiving the restraints, are still forced to bend over.

Zheng Siling, 39 years old, is a wandering waste picker.

This Christmas night, the atmosphere is particularly lively.

Bustling in front of the main entrance of Langham Place, a couple snuggled up to each other, holding hands and stepping into the golden and silver world. A happy picture of a family comes into view, and the atmosphere is infused with tranquility.

Christmas is supposed to be a day of joy.

"Brother Ling."

Ah Ling was stunned, but he was still lying at the bottom of the overpass, staring at the empty alley of 10,000 people just across the street.

A street is the straight-line distance between him and happiness and eternity.

"Merry Christmas."

A hint of sarcasm crossed his ears, but he couldn't look up at the stranger in front of him—he had never been in the habit of doing so.

"I came to contact Brother Ling on purpose, because we know that you have a big grudge against a person named Wang Daying."

Brother Ling was not surprised that the woman in front of him knew about his background, and he had been wandering in the online religion for several years, and nothing was unheard of.

If it weren't for that incident, Ah Ling might have dragged a family of four to Langham Place for Christmas dinner, at least tasting the cheese beef pot at the happy event house, ordinary but satisfied.

It is because of that lowly seed that beautiful dreams can only be reduced to eternal thoughts.

As a master of light martial arts with a strange character and incomparably perseverance, Brother Ling was crowned the king and emperor in the domestic light martial arts competition, and received countless applause as cheap as floating clouds, and even got the opportunity to teach the national martial arts school, and his future is limitless. However, for the sake of a childhood sweetheart who wants to immigrate to the Bay Area, he gave up his great future and came to the international city with a girl to experience the ordinary......

However, Ah Ling has been content, he has been concerned about this woman for many years, and he has only lacked the capital to talk about marriage.