Chapter 45: One Person Moves a City
"Where are we going now?" Tanizaki Junichiro asked Kunikida while running. Kunikida looked at the president of the detective agency. The president thought for a moment and finally said, "We need to go to a place that can still provide us with safety in such a turbulent situation."
He looked around vigilantly and saw that people in black had already entered the street.
Edogawa Ranpo, who was one step behind him, added: "We need to send a few more people to the Special Ability Division."
"Is it because they are also targets?" asked Dr. Yosano. It is not difficult to draw the conclusion that among the three poles of the city, although the Special Powers Agent Department has a small presence, it is the most indispensable one.
"It should be said," At this moment, Edogawa Ranpo's body seemed to be turbulent, and his eyes revealed extreme calmness and wisdom. He said: "In fact, they are the ultimate target of this incident."
"Part of what she wanted was right there with them."
Isabel stood on a high place, watching countless people in black suits walking out of the conference hall. There was an expectant look on each of their faces, and their steps were firm. Nanako Kojima was waiting behind her, and behind her was Kyoka Izumi with Atsushi Nakajima.
Isabel's eyes fell on the little girl. Izumi Kyoka felt an aura that was even stronger than that of Sister Momiji. She stood there stiffly, her hand unconsciously wanting to hold onto the phone.
Isabel said: "When it's all over, you can get what you want."
She turned to look at Nakajima Atsushi, who was more nervous than her. After all, he came here as a prisoner. But he still mustered up his courage and shouted at her: "No matter what you want to do, you will never succeed with this method!"
Isabel laughed. "What if I say that I came here for my own purpose from the beginning? But when I stood at the edge of Mortar Street and saw the endless poverty and death that had grown on this land, an idea suddenly came to my mind: 'Why not use my goal for a greater purpose?'"
"There are obviously more people in this world waiting for help." She stood on the platform in front of Nakajima Atsushi. The wind blew up her long skirt, and her golden hair seemed to shine brighter than the sun in the sky. She looked at him with a smile, and there seemed to be a world in her blue eyes. Nakajima Atsushi suddenly stuttered, and said dizzily, "Is that so?"
Isabel sighed: "He's just a child." No matter how tough and strong he is in the later plots, in his heart, he is still the good boy who couldn't even steal when he just left the orphanage.
Nakajima Atsushi was at a loss as to what to do.
At this time, Nanako Kojima received a message through her mobile phone. She said to Isabel, "The people from the Armed Detective Agency escaped. Nakahara Chuuya and his team failed, but they have caught up with them." Nakajima Atsushi looked over quickly.
"It doesn't matter," Isabel said. "They are not so easy to catch. We can't say that we have defeated them. They just lost the initiative and are now on the losing side. We must always remain vigilant to prevent them from turning the tables."
Nanako Kojima tried hard to remember it in her mind. But she was also confused. She asked, "We want to get that thing, but it has nothing to do with them. Although they are on the side of the city, they are also positive characters. Why can't we get their support for resurrecting those people?"
Isabel laughed, "Nanako, don't let your emotions cloud your perspective. Don't forget, when we arrived, we kidnapped the newest member of their club."
"Also, don't blame them, Nanako," she opened her umbrella, stood still and looked into the distance below, she said: "What we did is indeed harmful to this city. We also have our own purposes. We can say that to others, but don't get ourselves involved."
Nanako nodded and said, "But I still believe that even if you have your own purpose, it will not be harmful to this city. And you are going to revive so many people. Anyone who wants to stop you is stupid!"
Nakajima Atsushi opened his mouth and wanted to refute. But Isabel's voice came softer and faster: "Don't worry, they're just scared."
"They have never encountered anything like this. They are used to it. They have come out of a more chaotic time and have worked hard to get to where they are now. Now they are doing well enough." Isabel's eyes were deep. "They are already a group of people who can live well without changing their mindset."
"They're just afraid that they can't adapt to the new world." She turned her head.
They just lost the courage to hope.
Countless people in black clothes walked out from one direction. They had calm expressions and walked firmly in one direction. Some people were frightened by this strange scene. They hid in the houses, behind the pillars, and behind anything that could cover themselves, and watched them quietly.
The unarmed people covered the children's mouths, and the shop owner lowered the door curtains. They stared at this group of people who used to only come out in the dark with fear and curiosity. They saw them moving in a certain direction in unprecedented numbers.
Some brave people could not help but follow them, and when they saw that they did not stop them, they hurriedly asked where they were going. This time, the men in black did not expel them as they did in the past, but simply spoke to them.
The listener's face was full of disbelief. He looked at them as if he were looking at a group of lunatics. The man in the black suit shook his head. He looked back sadly, as if he was looking at someone who was accustomed to enduring pain and injury and had no idea what true happiness was. The person being watched felt annoyed.
"It doesn't matter," Isabel said, "We are working hard for ourselves. But we also have the courage to share the improved world with others. Later, they will know that you are right."
The man in the black suit pressed the microphone on his ear and he responded respectfully.
Countless voices were spread out from here. People were horrified and surprised. They continued to follow behind them, feeling the same disbelief in their hearts. But gradually, as they saw more and more people coming out, an unbelievable thought popped up in their minds. These people really want to do that, and they really believe in such an absurd and unbelievable goal.
"Will there really be such a miracle?"
"These guys in black suits have been fooled!"
"The government is the culprit for everything. They don't pay any attention to us at all!"
"Even if it's useless, I'm still going to join in!"
"All my relatives are dead, why can't I attack them? I can do whatever I want!"
"Go to hell, you stinky civil servant!"
"I am in so much pain. I lost one of my hands and one of my legs in the explosion. The government's compensation has never been paid. I can't even support myself. I am a complete useless person. It would be great if they could see me."
“People in that place weren’t like this before.”
"Where has all the money gone? Why do I feel more tired the harder I work?"
"They are indeed the ones who have suffered the most. The inaction has made me feel disappointed with this country."
"Can Niuniu and the others come back?"
"Resurrection of Mortar Street!"
Finally, someone jumped out. He was wearing old clothes and shouted loudly with bulging eyes at the group of people in black suits whom he had been so afraid of in the past. The crowd was silent at first, but then the second and third voices rang out. The scene exploded instantly.
"We want them to have their own voices and let them make the first cry," Isabel said. "That will be our most powerful support and part of our own strength. Because our demands are the same, when they shout it out, it is equivalent to us shouting it out."
More people joined in, and unlike the men in black suits, they preferred to shout out their own slogans. Someone tried his best to run madly in the other direction. When he reached the familiar street, he ran into it quickly and shouted loudly: "The people outside are marching. They are protesting to the government and asking them to compensate us for Leibo Street. They are speaking for us!"
A trembling old man came out, a child and a teenager came out, a sturdy man with broad shoulders and a strong waist came out, and a haggard and timid woman came out. Good people came out, bad people came out too, and they all looked at him with strange eyes. A hope arose among them, which they themselves thought had been completely extinguished.
"Are you serious?" Someone grabbed the corner of his clothes with bony hands, with a desperate pleading look on his face.
"Of course it's true," the person who made the announcement took a deep breath and said solemnly, "If you don't believe it, you can go out and take a look. You don't have to go far, it's just outside the nearest street."
His eyes lit up, like a dried-up oil lamp gushing with new fuel. "Should we go too?" The woman asked nervously, rubbing the dirty corners of her clothes in her hands, "It would be bad if we don't go. What if we are just a little short of one person at the end?"
People immediately started discussing loudly, making a noise that had never been heard before. The big man spat and said viciously: "If you don't even go here, then you might as well die here. You deserve it!"
People glared at him, but when he looked back, they looked away. In this place, only the strong can live like a human being. They have long accepted that this rule of survival is different from that of the outside world.
The news spread quickly. Some people went out immediately, while others hesitated for a long time before deciding to go out. But there are some people who keep their houses tightly closed and congratulate themselves in their hearts: "You are a bunch of idiots, and you still want to fight the government. If you fail, just wait and see how they deal with you. You deserve to have your families broken up!" And even if they really succeed, won't they still get compensation?
He was calculating very shrewdly in his mind. There are all kinds of people, and they make different choices.
"Most are silent," Isabel said, "but that doesn't mean they don't have their own voices. Some voices are very active, but in fact, they cannot represent the majority. Everyone has their own eyes, and when they see something, they remember it in their hearts."
"They are the easiest to ignore, but once the balance is completely overturned, they will show their terrifying power." Isabel said: "Ignoring them will be the end of the regime."
"We need to gather the vast majority of our forces and make ourselves extremely powerful, so that we can make them look weak," she said slowly, "We need to face the enemy with absolute advantage. We should not take risks. This is the way of war."
The crowd grew larger and larger. They walked on the streets, surrounded the city hall, the guard office, the government office building, the court and the staff dormitory building. The city was like a fire that had been set on fire, with flames blazing in all directions. Everyone was contributing their own strength. This new strength was full of vibrant vitality, making this city, which had only been bright and beautiful on the surface, look like it had sprouted new buds.
Helicopters were buzzing in the sky as many people looked at this sudden riot in horror. They didn't understand what was going on and their hearts were beating fast. Someone slammed the table, and he shouted, "What a bunch of blind idiots!"
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