A native of Lüdes, Marseille was no stranger to the Reich Social Order Guarantee building, and together with many of the citizens of Lüdes, he witnessed how the Reichswehr took over Les Invalides, how the Cinnaires loaded and transported the crippled soldiers, archival records, beautiful works of art and symbolic weapons inside, and how the classicist building was demolished and built on the site of the ugly building.

The pointy-eared gentlemen claim that they have a high IQ, and they build such a thing to prove how little imagination and artistic cells they have!

After the construction of the building of the Imperial Social Order Guarantee Bureau was completed, there was a time when similar quips were popular in society. As a result, those guys who couldn't control their mouths and hadn't learned what "empire, dictatorship, and iron fist" were, either entered KZ or simply disappeared without a trace. Immediately afterwards, all kinds of horrific legends about the Imperial Social Order Guarantee Bureau began to circulate among the people, cruel punishments, torture chambers buried deep underground, and horror stories of people who had not been heard from after entering the "tombstones", chimneys that spewed black smoke day and night, soap made from human fat, and tattooed human skins made into leather bags or lampshades—since then, the front of the Invalides Square has always been crowded with people, and it seems that the Lüdes people are not at home, but all run to the grass to play football, fly kites, lie down in the sun, read books, The large lawn for picnics or chats became empty. A month later, the street nameplate was replaced with the "Avenue of Order", and it finally became a taboo place for millions of citizens to talk about.

It was then that Marseille secretly made a lifelong precept for himself: never, never, never cross the threshold of this building. To this day, he strictly adheres to this precept and expects to continue to do so in the future.

The huge and abrupt "tombstone" dragged a long shadow in the blood-colored sunset, and as the sun moved, the shadow of the Imperial Social Order Bureau building would move like the hands of a clock. This was enough to be used as a tourist attraction for a lot of publicity, but because of the special temperament of the building, neither the effect of the timer nor the building itself appeared in any Lüdes tourist brochures, and the residents covered by the dark shadow could only feel frightened.

Walking in the shadows, Marseille felt the air around him turn cold. Every time he came home from the city library, he would see the black building—in a city where most of the buildings were five or six floors, and it was difficult to see a building more than two hundred meters high, and it was still black, and it was difficult to see it—and every time he walked on the street lined with black, white, and red flags, he would have similar feelings when he was shrouded in the black shadow, and after today's emergency, the air in the shadows became even more eerie.

As I watched the bullet-riddled corpses being dragged out like broken sacks, covered with white sheets and pulled into the ambulance, and thought that I might almost become one of them, I felt a chill run from the soles of my feet as I was sent to the freezer in the hospital morgue to wait for my family to identify and collect the bodies. If it weren't for the police's investigation, he would have left the slaughterhouse full of debris and dead bodies as fast as he could, instead of waiting for the sun to go down and returning home with a gloomy and miserable depression.

Three years after the end of the war, sporadic terrorism continues to emerge. Those who were dissatisfied with the outcome of the war and tried to turn everything around with their own hands took up arms and continued to fight against the empire, and for a time the countryside and remote areas were full of all kinds of "rebel armies", and the great cause of restoration seemed to be just around the corner. But since even the regular army of the old Charlemagne kingdom could not defeat the defense army, what could they do with a few men and a few guns? Under the strong suppression of the defense army, the uprising in full swing was completely suppressed within a month. After that, perhaps unwilling to fail, perhaps thinking that they could still come back to life, or more likely to be the last wail before the collapse, the remnants of the party who escaped the encirclement began to devote themselves to terrorist activities.

Indiscriminate attacks in crowded areas, crashing into landmarks in trucks loaded with bombs, human, physical, explosive, and ...... Like a bunch of undead who want to vent their grudges and drag the whole world into hell, the terrorists use their imagination and action to turn themselves into bombs, engulfing themselves and everything around them in the explosion. However, they have nothing to gain but more resentment and more common citizens rallying around the Empire. The view of the series of raids and encirclements in the afternoon, including Marseille, was the same - the actions of the Reich were brutal, but if the terrorists were left alone, God knows how many people they would kill, and whether the next terrorist attack would befall them.

As long as they are not victims, they can look at anything fairly and objectively, and then continue to dedicate themselves to the sacred cause of sweeping the snow before their own doors—this is the portrayal of the model imperial citizen, and it is also the portrayal of Marseille.

- will pass soon.

He muttered inwardly.

- Get some sleep, and tomorrow will be business as usual.

Muttering words like a magic spell, the bike just drove out of the shadow of the "tombstone", and the sky cleared again, and the pressure that weighed him down seemed to disappear.

"Strength through pleasure (Kraft .durch. Freude）。 ”

Marseille's mouth popped up with the name of the Reich Labor Organization, and at this moment, he fully felt the charm of this slogan. The re-energized boy decides to take a shortcut to go home to make up for the lost time and get back on track with his life.

The boy who turned around and plunged into the alley never imagined that his humble choice had led his life on a completely different path than he had expected.

Marseille has to pass through a construction site, from the 7th arrondissement to the 5th arrondissement, there were many old Kingdom landmarks, in order to make room for the labor army and baby boomers who poured into Lüdes after the war, and by the way, in order to bid farewell to the Old Kingdom era, many buildings that could be used as examples of art were bulldozed like Les Invalides, and a new "Volksohnung" (People's Apartments) was built on the basis of the old site according to standardized drawings - Six- to seven-storey concrete unit housing, a 44-square-metre unit with underground bunkers. Ugly, monotonous, as if a miniature and simplified version of a "tombstone". Nowadays, there are such ugly construction sites everywhere, and if you want to take a shortcut, you can get through the construction site the fastest. Ignoring the loud warning sign that "no one is allowed to enter during construction", Marseille plunged headlong into the concrete forest, and if he was fast enough, he could cross the construction site and return to his home in the 13th arrondissement before the night shift workers returned.

He moved quickly and calculated carefully, but he ignored one thing.

That's – he's unlucky today.

Several sounds that sounded like firecrackers were exploding, and with previous experience, Marseille immediately recognized that it was a gunshot, and that there was more than one. Almost immediately, the boy tightened the brake handle, but in a panic, he pulled the front brake, and the huge inertia caused the rear of the bicycle to jerk up, and the whole Marseille flew out, flying a full 3 meters before landing.

Ignoring the multiple abrasions on his face and legs, his chest aching, and even his bicycle and boat-shaped cap were left behind, Marseille rolled and crawled into the nearest apartment building, hiding his body in the shadows. He had barely finished his action when a scream that did not resemble a human and a stench similar to a roasted roast of barbecue wafted in, followed by footsteps, shouting, gunshots, and screams, and after a while, there was silence outside. All that was left was a gasping breath and heavy footsteps moving a little.

- Go away!

Marseille pressed his chest that was about to explode, and kept muttering in his heart, he didn't want to know who was out there, what was going on, and he didn't want to be swept up and lose his life in such a hellish place. He kept cursing his bad luck, hoping that the god of luck hadn't given up on him yet.

Evidently, the Mother Goddess and the God of Fate had not heard Marseille's prayer, and the dull footsteps had only advanced a few steps, and then came to an abrupt end with the dull sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, and there was no more sound after that.

"What the hell ......!!"

The fist slammed into his thigh, and as a result, the boy grinned for a while, and his anxious and panicked mind cleared up a little, thanks to the help of the pain.

Should you rush out and flee at the risk of any armed men around? Or should you wait for the powerful Imperial authorities to arrive at the scene, and then get on the free bus and enjoy a day trip to the Imperial Social Order Bureau? This multiple-choice question is now in front of Marseille, and the time for the submission of the papers is imminent.

"Damn ......"

After cursing, Marseille decided to take a risk. It may be miserable to be beaten into a honeycomb by terrorists, but at least the probability of implicating family members is relatively low. Institutions such as the Imperial Social Order Guarantee Bureau have always adhered to the style of family sitting, and once someone is sent to the "tombstone", then no matter how distant the blood relatives are, they can eventually "get together" in KZ.

Marseille didn't want his parents, grandfather, siblings, and everyone he knew to be implicated in an inexplicable incident, and sacrificing himself would not make him feel a bad conscience than sacrificing others.

Take three deep breaths in a row, make a fist, relax, make a fist, relax. The boy repeatedly encouraged himself, got up little by little, and moved slowly against the wall. He moved cautiously and cautiously, for fear that the movement would be too big and attract a shuttle of bullets. As a result, it took him a full three minutes to walk a short distance of 5 meters. After moving to the door, there was another big pant, and after repeatedly praying to the mother goddess and the emperor for safety, he cautiously poked his head out, and then froze in place.

"Why ......"

There was a lot more dirt on the clothes than before, especially the red stains on the arms that pierced the eyes were spreading, forming a shocking mass on the gray coat, and the hat was also worn crookedly. The face is even more downward, and it is difficult to see the face.

Even so, even if they met twice in one day, Marseille would never admit that they were mistaken.

"What the hell is going on......"

Looking at the petite and fragile back, looking at the familiar peaked cap, the "poof" smile that made his soul fly away in the afternoon overlapped with the suspected terrorist lying on the ground in front of him. Marseille groaned.