There was no real clock tower on Zhonglou Street, the capital of Hexi Province in Donglin.
The reason why this street had such a retro name was because when the Federal military first entered Donglin, they made a stupid and heart-breaking … gravity measurement error.
This was where the battleship crashed. The fireworks from the explosion illuminated the faces of countless soldiers. The commanding officer of the 4th MR sighed. "My mood right now is even lonelier than the fireworks."
The retro clock carried by the commanding officer of the 4th MR fell out of the damaged battleship along with the beautiful fireworks and smashed into the ground of the mineral planet. The battleship was destroyed, but the stupid clock was not. It was still moving. This was undoubtedly the most merciless mockery of the Federation government and the military.
As it turned out, the sigh of the commanding officer of the 4th MR did not have a strong literary tone. The Federation Management Committee was extremely angry about this accident. They were so angry that they carried out a rectification campaign in the military. Many people were removed from their military positions. They also strictly ordered that the walking clock should be placed in its original place as a warning to all public servants. The commanding officer of the 4th MR was sent to the border defense area of the West Woods and lived in loneliness for the rest of his life.
Countless years had passed. The stupid clock had long been corroded into pieces by the acid rain. No one knew where it was buried in the garbage dump of Donglin. However, the name of Zhonglou Street remained.
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There were no fireworks on Zhonglou Street today. It was not lonely either. Instead, it was different from usual. It was full of angry protests that could not help but laugh. Tattered slogans appeared and disappeared in the crowd. The excited residents of Donglin who drank too much coffee joined in. Drunkards who drank too much also joined in. Suddenly, the 2nd Police Station's power to maintain order seemed to be stretched. The chaotic scene began to develop in the direction of a truly absurd experimental drama.
Bao Longtao stood behind the blockade line with a cold face. He was not worried that the residents of Donglin would dare to rush over. Although the residents of Donglin had been bored for a long time and finally found a way to vent their emotions, they were overly excited. Although the blockade line was only a thin yellow tape … the Federation was a society ruled by law. Everyone knew what could be challenged and what could not be challenged.
What worried Deputy Director Bao was his previous guess. The appearance of these damned orphans today was too coincidental. The reason they chose to cause trouble was also too cute. Once the media joined in, the governor's office would not be able to do anything to these orphans. Everything, behind the chaos, there was always a hidden order that made him somewhat vigilant.
"Jian Shui'er!"
"We want to see the Jian Shui'er!"
The protesting voices continued. The clear and tender voice was already hoarse, but it could not hide the pride and excitement in it.
Bao Longtao had already made a decision. He notified the governor's office and asked the higher Federation department to send a negotiation expert. He did not choose a tough confrontation … On one hand, it was because there were reporters present. On the other hand, it was because the state government was indeed in the wrong this time. On the other hand, it was because Bao Longtao's cautious nature began to play a role.
It didn't take long for officials from the governor's office, the Federal Radio Regulatory Commission, and the Public Relations Department of the Police Headquarters to rush to the center of the Zhonglou Street protest. They began to try to convince the residents of Donglin District about this matter. However, no matter what they said, they couldn't explain the fact that the purple-haired figure had disappeared from the TV screen.
No one would admit that the stupid decision to protect the production department of the Hexi State TV station was made by them. They would only attribute the problem to technical reasons. In short, the negotiations continued. Under Bao Longtao's gloomy gaze, the orphans quietly disappeared into the crowd.
Not long after the leader of the orphans, Wei Ge, led the group of extremely tough orphans into the crowd, the entire Clocktower Street erupted into a burst of joyous cheers!
After a round of cheers, the negotiations ended. With a beep, the ultra-thin scroll TV in the coffee shop was turned back on. Clocktower Street was silent. Countless police officers wiped the cold sweat from their foreheads. The female reporter proudly raised the corners of her lips. The officials were cursing the stupid and spineless governor in their hearts.
Tonight at eight o 'clock sharp, Department 23 returned to the capital of Hexi State with the beautiful face of Jian Shui'er. This was really a day of celebration.
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The night sky of Donglin always seemed strange. The dark gray sky was diffused with a faint dark red light. It looked a bit like the scene of the Gates of Hell that cultivators would never forget. However, for the people living on this planet, this scene had been seen for countless years. They were already used to it and would never give it a second glance.
There were no stars in the sky. Only a few stubbornly twinkled, as if they were unwilling to accept that the starlight that they worked so hard to sprinkle on the land was ignored by the stone-like people of Donglin.
Two figures, one big and one small, slipped into the shadows under the street lights. They skillfully avoided the signal detector, passed through an alley beside Clocktower Street, and came to the bottom of a green tree.
The green tree was on a small green hill. There were no lights around, and against the distant night sky, it looked like an exquisitely trimmed paper-cut painting.
In the middle of the picture, there was a person sitting under the green tree. Judging from the figure, it should be a young man. He sat cross-legged, and the faint glow from the object on his lap outlined his lonely figure.
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"Brother Le … why is he always alone?" Of the two figures who came to the bottom of the green hill, the smaller one spoke slowly, but his voice was still a little hoarse. It was obviously caused by Jian Shui'er who shouted the slogan thousands of times in the afternoon.
The other person was naturally the leader of the orphans, Victor. He looked at the lonely figure of the young man under the green tree and could not help but take a breath and praise, "He is really lonelier than fireworks …"
This sigh of the commander of the fourth military region countless years ago had long become a famous saying that the residents of Donglin would never forget. Even an ignorant guy like Victor would use it to describe people.
Victor and the little guy ran up the green hill. When they reached the back of the lonely figure, they found that the shoulders of the young man they called Brother Le suddenly twitched, as if he was crying silently.
Victor's face was gloomy. He walked to the front of the young man and asked, "Xu Le, what's wrong?"
The lonely young man did not raise his head. He just looked at the portable ultra-thin TV screen on his lap. He looked at the purple-haired girl on the screen, and under the faint light, his face was full of tears.
After a long time, the ending melody sounded. The young man named Xu Le raised his head, squinted his sincere and honest eyes, and wiped the tears on his face and the saliva on his lips. He said in an unusually serious tone, "Jian Shui'er … is really … too beautiful! In the future … I must … marry her! "
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