"Get off!"

"Abe!"

"Get off!"

"Abe!"

"Get out of this traitor, Abe!"

The Prime Minister's residence in Nagata Town was surrounded by a large number of demonstrators. The wide streets were blocked. From left to right, there was nothing else except the angry crowd. The police who maintained order held shields and struggled to prevent the crowd from entering the Prime Minister's residence.

Political animals have the most sensitive sense of smell. There is no one in the prime minister's residence, and even an angry crowd finds nothing.

"They dared to attack innocent people yesterday, and today and tomorrow, this kind of unrestrained misfortune will also come to us!"

"Let this scattered cabinet go down!"

Two people held high the flag of the country and swayed on the roof of the car as much as possible. The red and white flags were swung by the wind, shouting the slogan of letting the cabinet get out of their way.

His face turned red, and his blood squeezed the blood vessels. The blood vessels supported the skin again, and two centimeters of bulging under the skin were terrifying and terrifying. The skyrocketing eyes jumped, and the slogans would jump out of their eyes.

Every one or two meters in the crowd, someone held a demonstration sign he made, red, black, blue, and mixed all kinds of colors, and the scene was spectacular.

The sign contains the prime minister's avatar and then smears with a large red x number. Some are short words written in Chinese, which looks more powerful, such as other angry slogans.

The sign at the forefront of the team draws an unsettling picture of the Prime Minister holding a knife and laughing, or it is aborted World War II explosion, or it is a straightforward painting of the explosion in the coastal park, the people who cry, the broken people, children, and mothers.

"Get off the stage!"

"Get off the stage!"

"This is our government. The people who rule this country are pointing their butcher's knife at their own citizens." An old man stood in front of the crowd without any fright, and could see that he did not lack the experience of big scenes when he was young. "They acted recklessly and tried to decide our life and death. No, they were already doing it!"

"Hu Fan Hu Fan."

The nhk's helicopter was flying in the air, and the recording team recorded the large-scale parade in Tokyo.

"Put it down a little bit, the shooting is not clear enough."

Even if these materials cannot be used now, they will be sealed on the TV station first and left for a few years or even dozens of years. In the future, they will be valuable information. Someone must come forward to record what is happening.

From Nagata Town, the Prime Minister's residence, to Marunouchi, the team holding flags and signs continues to rise, and is gathering continuously, as if heading towards the imperial residence.

The imperial residence, surrounded by moats and moats, has stood for hundreds of years, witnessing the terror of countless blood woven together in the country.

An ancient temple in the northern area is adjacent to the temple-produced cemetery. A group of monks kneel on the futon and recite scriptures.

"Prajna Paramita sound compassionate sound joyfulness and sacrificial sound without leakage sound... He transforms into free heaven and Brahma heaven..."

They frowned and looked solemn. They first recited the scriptures of salvation and the scriptures of blessing their home and country.

Outside the temple, middle-aged and elderly people in the northern district who believe in Buddhism gave money to them.

"Please make sure your son is safe in Jiuzhou." A father, who was wearing a transportation company uniform, folded his hands together. His son was dragged by the school to attend the Jade Dragon Banner.

I originally thought it would be good to increase my knowledge, but I thought I would encounter these terrible things.

Now, it is said that traffic in Kyushu Island is in chaos, and every flight at the airport is full of seats. The Guanmen Bridge and Guanmen Undersea Tunnel leading to Honshu Island are also filled with cars. This is the only passage to other islands.

As for passing the ferry to other areas?

The maritime company closed all plans to go to sea, and no sailor dared to go into the sea to seek death during this season.

"We must return safely, and we must return safely."

"Amitabha."

The monk from Mizuno's old acquaintance walked out of the ancient temple, holding vegetarian dishes in his hand, and behind him was the monk from the ancient temple, which seemed to be coming to see him off.

Seeing a monk walking out of the ancient temple, believers surrounded him.

The True Buddha cannot come, and the True Monk can still use it. Aren’t the Buddhas in Giant Chakra Buddhism also transformed by ordinary people?

"Amitabha. Everyone, the little monk is not a practitioner in this temple." The monk smiled kindly and led the believers to the ancient temple. These believers were all aimed at the ancient temple. They could not let the foreign monk steal the local scenery. Even monks would still be disturbed by ordinary considerations.

Carrying a vegetarian meal, the monk walked on the street without looking sideways.

The North District is an administrative district with a relatively low presence in Tokyo, and is not the battlefield for this large-scale demonstration. I waited until I reached the place where the homeless men were, and the monks did not meet the demonstration team.

"Master..." The homeless men looked helplessly at the vegetarian dishes in the monk's hands. They were rice balls or white rice, without even a trace of meat, and probably didn't taste very good. The monks in the island country could not help but eat meat, but the monks in the temple also had the identity of operators. If they could deduct food, they would deduct it. It was called "can be said to be a test."

Although their homeless people have a poor social status, they can still eat some meat in poor supermarkets for selling garbage. This pure vegetarian dish is really hard to swallow.

However, many homeless people also received the vegetarian rice thankfully. No matter what the taste is, it is the master's wish. Besides, the vegetarian rice is so clean.

This is a monk who has prestigious among the homeless people in several districts. He has measured one vagabond gathering point after another in the Tokyo Circle with his feet, whether it has been five years, ten years, or more.

In the early "wintering struggle", there were freezing homeless people every year. The masters rushed to recite scriptures and bury them in the temples with their own money and favors. After a while, more and more monks were not welcomed in the surrounding temples.

If there is a real monk, he must be like a monk.

"Master, don't you eat it?"

"I have eaten in the temple, it's very delicious." The monk picked up a newspaper from the ground. The newspaper this morning was thrown away by the office worker after reading it.

The newspaper page is booming. The island government is preparing for next year's Olympics. The xx department of xx Province has introduced new policies that are beneficial to the national economy and people's livelihood. The artist studio was exposed to a scandal related to the Jidao organization. Which star is preparing to get married?

"The newspapers say these boring things." A homeless man held his cell phone and had been eliminated by the market for two years. However, in addition to the aging of the battery, he could also use it. "They dare not say in the newspaper that they are in a slew together and collude with each other."

"I killed hundreds of civilians at one time on Kyushu Island. It's so crazy. I heard from others that the Duxin District is very lively now, with parades everywhere, including staff, workers, housewives, and tens of thousands of people."

"Ten thousand people? There are tens of millions of people in Tokyo. Why do I hear that more than 100,000 people are marching? Tsk, this is the biggest scandal after the war."

"Do you think we should follow the parade too?"

"I'm full and full?" The bored vagabond turned around and laid on the ground like rotting and taking root. "What's the benefit of going to us?"

"Why not go?"

The monk sitting cross-legged on the ground suddenly opened his eyes. The monk's voice was hoarse and low, and it sounded carefully to calm the hearts of the people. If he was listening to the speech of the Taoist, it was a natural voice for missionary preaching.

"Master, what did you say just now?" The homeless men respected this monk very much. The more hungry the man was, the more he attached to his faith. The monk's persistence for more than ten years had been like a steel needle pierced into the hearts of the Tokyo homeless men.

"Why don't we go to the parade?" The monk stood up, over 1.8 meters tall and upright. "Is it that we are worse than the parades, or is it that what is happening now has nothing to do with us?"

The monk who suddenly started to speak was startled. Several homeless men looked at each other and said weakly: "Master..."

"This is not a scandal, it is injustice."

There is no gentle and elegant monk who used to be gentle and elegant monks: "A group of jackals and beasts in suits and ties, leading beasts to eat people. This time it was just a coincidence that they were torn off and disguised."

"I will not speak for the wronged souls of Kyushu Island today, and no one will speak for us tomorrow."

These words made the homeless people feel a slap in their hearts. In recent times, even the bottom-level people at the bottom have keenly felt that there had been changes around them, and many familiar homeless people suddenly evaporated...

It's like an invisible monster lurking in the city, capturing a homeless man today and another tomorrow.

Is it that the cannibalistic man who has set his sights on them? Or is it the mysterious man in black mentioned by some homeless men?

But they who are extremely humble at the bottom have no right to speak out. Even if it is exposed, there will be no news media to care about it. In mainstream society, they are just a group of dead people who have not been sealed with tombstones.

Everyone was worried, but everyone was powerless to change. It was not that they didn’t want to change, but that they didn’t even know where to start. They fell in the quagmire for too long, so they had to bury themselves in the sand like ostrichs, praying to the gods and Buddhas all over the sky, and the next one to disappear was not themselves.

"One finger is easy to break, but five pinch it is a fist."

The monk said the allusion sentence, but turned the chopsticks in the allusion into fists. He held them with both hands, and seemed to have a god in his eyes.

"Everyone stand up and let us go together."

…………

A ragged team set out from the place where homeless people gathered in the North District. At the beginning, there were only a dozen people. Walking on the street would only make people turn their heads with their noses covered.

Although you can't smell the homeless man at such a long distance, the stereotyped smell cannot be removed through the bone marrow.

No police officer cared about this group of homeless people, and most of the forces of the Police Department had been transferred to several districts in the Central Capital City.

They move slowly but firmly.

From Kitaku to Adachi, and then to Arakawa, more than a dozen people expanded to nearly a hundred. Some homeless people joined angrily, some were wandering, and some were cautious. When they came out of Miya, the whole team expanded instantly.

Temporary Countermeasure Center of the Metropolitan Police Department.

"Another team in Taitung District has arrived, and I can no longer draw any people to stop it."

"It's not over, is the world going to be in chaos?"

"It's strange, it turned out to be a group of homeless people."

"What the hell? I'll watch the video."

Looking at the team of homeless people in the video, the temporary countermeasures center was strangely silent, and then full of embarrassment. For such a big event, a group of homeless people came to join in the fun.

The towering office buildings and low houses are the assembly line for tool workers, designed according to the prison concept, while the latter is a maintenance factory for tool workers to supplement energy and repair parts, ensuring that tool workers will not be exhausted before they are squeezed out.

Of course, the house purchased by the tool and rented is another efficient pressing assembly line.

Cramped paths, vast roads, laughing campuses, speechless prisons.

This team is river water, flowing from one place to another, and countless tributaries flow into it. The river channel is the dense traffic of spider webs in the city. The watermarks of rivers are left in front of the houses and on the roads.

The veins of the rivers are getting bigger and bigger, and the speed of flowing faster and faster.

"It's the group of people in Adachiku." A homeless man lying in the newspaper pushed his glasses, wiped his face with his clean palms, shook his dirty clothes, and slowly got up from the ground.
To be continued...