A Weird Theater That Started In London

I look out from the earth,

Bones gleaming.

The edge of the coffin board is uneven,

This is the work of bugs.

A smooth round skull rolls,

Like a football rolling on a stone...

The poem was born six months ago and was widely sung by refugees in the East End.

"If I could choose, I'd rather be a savage, take my children, and hunt for a living in a place where water and grass are lush, than be a foggy resident of Christ's world."

A man wept bitterly. He decided to abandon his faith and the Savior he had always believed in, because He seemed to be dead, watching the wicked plunder and oppress the poor...

"Christ?" Zhou Tian held the crying man tightly with his backhand, and said solemnly, "There is no savior in the world, everything depends on us."

"Sir, what should we do?"

Most men don't want to cry, they just want to take action, break the unfair system, and vent their anger to the predators.

In the dozens of fanatical eyes, Zhou Tian slowly spit out a word: "Wait."

Then, he explained: "Just a small group of us is not enough. The most elite musket brigade in the empire is stationed in the city, as well as thousands of police officers and royal guards..."

"When will you wait?" Someone asked impatiently, without a trace of fear in their eyes.

The love of licking the calf.

This is the greatest force in the world, and they are willing to sacrifice for future generations to no longer be oppressed.

You must know that people living in the East District have become accustomed to life and death. Poverty, air full of chemicals, and even daily water sources that are polluted to varying degrees are eroding life all the time.

"Two months at the latest."

Zhou Tian's tone was very firm.

He has had enough of being the villain for so many times, and doing so is undoubtedly a good deed.

Although it is foreseeable that some people will sacrifice for this in the future, these pioneers will not regret it, because after they leave, the black-hearted capitalists will build schools and hospitals for their children, increase wages, and abolish the sixteen-hour work system.

In fact, this is not the conscience of the bad people, nor is it that they have become good people, but that the exploiters are afraid and dare not act again.

"good."

"I'm going to bring a few brothers here and tell them to listen carefully, wake up, and can't sleep like this anymore..."

"For children!"

The fire of thought will continue to spread outward through this tavern. In two months, enough tens of thousands of people have awakened, and they will attack side by side like a palace, creating a big event that shocks the world.

Of course, this requires a lot of external forces, and it is inseparable from a detailed and reliable plan, but Zhou Tian and Du Quan have the confidence to plan everything well.

"Because of the marks on my shoulders, because of the scars left by the steel that clings to my body."

The singing sounded.

Du Quan looked up and saw a sturdy dwarf, less than 1.55 meters tall, but with distinct features. Due to long-term hard work and exposure to the wind and the sun, his skin was as rough as leather.

Obviously, this is a sailor.

"Because of my welts, because of those wounds that never healed."

"I can only get a humble salary because of my aging eyes looking directly at the dazzling sun at sea..."

The singing was full of sadness, and everyone present could hear that he was an old sailor with a story.

Du Quan immediately brought a glass of gin and asked the old gentleman to talk about his past.

The Complaint Conference, in this way, can make the big guys more united.

At the same time, Zhou Tian also felt that it was absolutely necessary to add it after the drama performance and speech in the future to increase cohesion.

"Brothers, I'm fifty-three years old. I grew up in London. At that time, the air was not so turbid, factories were rare, and everyone was honest. They could eat enough and wear warm clothes..."

"Later, he was recruited by the country, joined the army, and went to overseas colonies."

Speaking of which, the old man was a little incoherent. He had so much pain and remorse that he didn't know where to start.

And Boss Zhou is very considerate. He lacks everything, except for wine. The shelves are full of all kinds of wine, and there is a lot in the basement, enough for thousands of people to open their stomachs and drink all night.

So, he instructed the guy in the store to carry two large barrels of wine, and then he helped the old gentleman to refill the wine glass.

"Yesterday morning, a workhouse in Whitechapel opened. I heard that there is money to be made, and it's a full twopence."

Almost at the same time, the old gentleman let out a sneer. The money was only enough to buy a cup of hot coffee at the street stall, plus two small slices of bread at most, but he had to pick it up in order to live.

As for the result...

"Thousands of people were queuing up for relief, but only two hundred copies were issued. At that time, I really wanted to break the window, use a gun to loot, escape for 14 days, and then have a good place to sleep, no worries. Eat and drink, although there is no chance of smoking any more."

"There's nothing I can do." The old gentleman shook his head, stared at the wine in the glass and said, "Before I came to the tavern, I was wet and couldn't bear it any longer."

"I am old, and one day I will be found dead."

As he said that, he faced Zhou Tian who was sitting next to him, showing a warm and eccentric expression:

"Brother, don't let yourself get old. If you want to die, you should be young, or you will end up like this."

The old gentleman looked around.

"I'm not lying, I'm in my fifties, I used to be a man who served the country, I received three exemplary armbands, and the Victoria Cross, but what I got in return was this, I wish I died on the battlefield, already dead…"

Under everyone's gaze, the old gentleman cried, humming a brisk sailor's song, as if he had forgotten the pain of his heartbreak.

Everyone began to comfort and beg him to continue to tell his story and find strength in grief.

"When I was very young, I joined the Royal Navy at about fourteen or fifteen years old. I served in the army for thirty-two years. I was loyal and fought for that flag all over the world. I worked hard..."

In the deep narration, the old gentleman mentioned many names, dates, commanders, ports, and battle records. When it came to the emotional part, he also lifted the old windbreaker, revealing various wounds, and proved to the people around him that he did not lie, He really did so much for this country.

Unfortunately, tragedy inevitably happened.

A little thing, maybe the new captain didn't think breakfast was to his taste, or he didn't get a good night's sleep, or was scolded by his boss, he became irritable, and the old sailor and the others lined the foremast. When calling him by his first name.

Then, he started to "greet" his mother again.

No matter where he is, even the youngest boy, when he hears that his mother has been insulted like that, will use his milk strength to fight him, let alone a proud sailor.

The old gentleman did this. At that time, he happened to have an iron lever in his hand, and immediately slammed it towards the captain's head.

"This guy fell off the rigging and fell into the sea."

Inside the tavern, the old gentleman took a sip of wine and continued, "I know exactly what I've done. Who can understand military regulations better than someone who has served for more than 30 years?"

"It has happened. I jumped down with the guy, determined to drown together."

"But unfortunately, the flagship's boat came over and rescued us to the deck, and his stinky mouth still didn't close, so I grabbed this guy and punched him a few more times."

"Actually, I could have stopped and argued that I knew I was wrong and jumped into the sea to make up for my mistake and save people, but I couldn't."

The result is obvious.

The sailor went to the military court, and to this day, he can still memorize the content of the trial word for word, and it hurts every time he recites it.

The Victoria Cross, gone.

The bonus is gone.

The pension is gone.

The old man with more than 30 years of military experience was forced to retire. Except for the scars all over his body, he got nothing. He had no children and no daughters. He was drunk and wandering all day long.

The law protects officers who do not conform to gentlemanly manners, and severely punishes old sailors who fight for the dignity of men.

"I made a wish to God to go back to the past and sink to the bottom of the sea forever on that day."

The old gentleman sighed and swallowed the last sip of gin.

"You are not wrong. This country is terminally ill. We should unite and unite all forces that can be united to fight and smash this unfair system for the sake of the latecomers and justice."

Zhou Tian opened a new bottle of wine for this old tough guy covered in scars, "Respect yourself."

"Respect yourself."

The two drank it all in one go.

Looking at the blushing old sailor, Zhou Tian asked, "Do you have any friends? You have a similar experience, pouring blood for this country, but being forced to be on the streets."

"Of course, we would occasionally meet in a more shabby pub on East Street and drink three beers in a row for a penny."

"You can let them come here, provide free drinks 24 hours a day, a group of brothers who have the same tragic experience, everyone is like-minded..."

"Yes, I will let those old guys come over and fight for themselves, for bread and milk, and for millions of poor people."

For a while, there was a clink of glasses in the tavern.

Du Quan and Zhou Tian's plan was very simple. Within two months, they would organize all forces to attack the rotten order.

At that time, in front of a huge jury composed of tens of thousands of just citizens, all nobles in Wudu, including Queen Victoria, will be escorted to the trial stage, and they are not qualified to defend their innocence.

The living rest in peace, and the dead rest in peace.

This is the management's commitment to God.

But it has long since been reduced to empty words. Countless babies died of malnutrition, tens of thousands of girls fled sweatshops and went to the streets at night to solicit customers. Uncountable workers were overwhelmed and threw themselves into the canals.

On the other hand, the management team enjoys delicious food and wine to the fullest, and holds various hedonic activities.

Thinking of this, Zhou Tian and Du Quan couldn't help but want to ask, for the millions of mouths that have never been fed, and the millions of people who don't even have enough clothes to wear.

Worked as an executioner and shed blood for the struggle for the liberation of mankind...

Evil does not oppress righteousness.

This time, the duo decided to fight for justice and walk in the sunshine with integrity. Even if they need to hibernate now, they are accumulating strength and waiting for the day to break the shackles.

"Dazed and haggard face, staring at the bright hall."

"A pair of withered hands stretched out to grab the falling crumbs."

"It's bright and rich inside, and the room is full of fragrance."

"It's cold and dark outside, hungry and desperate."

I don't know who got up first, and the men sang together, "In the camp of the hungry, in the cold wind and rain, on the corpse plain,"

"It's Christ, the great commander of the army."

People decided to fight for themselves, to be the savior of themselves and other poor people, and never look back.

During the singing, the seventy-one people in the room saw countless little angels flying in the air, holding various musical instruments, singing the greatness of the Lord.

Miracle?

This scene impacted the worldview of everyone present. The old sailor couldn't help himself. He never imagined that he would be approved by Christ.

Lord, I will challenge all injustices, imitate the legendary great His Excellency Diego Eudonez, take the lead, rush to the front, and fight against the enemy.

After making the promise to God, the old sailor felt that there was something bright and fiery flowing in his body.

Is it the Holy Light?

It must be.

Under the comfort of the Holy Light, all the scars left by the war on the old man disappeared, and he even felt that there was an inexhaustible power in his body.

Not only him, but all the gentlemen present received the blessing of great power.

Especially Zhou Tian and Du Quan.

Behind the two of them is a pair of bright and clean wings, who are accepting worship from all around. At this moment, every awakened person is determined to never betray and follow to the death.

Just like the ancient sages, he followed the Lord, went through hardships, and was finally named a holy name by the world.

As expected.

The two who got the great benefit communicated with their eyes and shouted wildly in their hearts: This is the most correct way to open up the world in front of them.

At the same time, he is also firm in his belief that even if he dies, he will break through this rotten and dark system.

Miles away.

Lu Li was standing in the police station foyer with coffee in his hand, waiting for Duke and Sherlock Holmes to return.

Besides, he felt a little lost, as if something important was leaving him.

What will it be?

Lu Li thought, at his level, he would not suddenly have negative emotions.

Outside the foyer.

A little girl wandered, carrying two broken baskets with the most common parsley in her hands.

Subconsciously, Lu Li touched his wallet, wanting to take the last pound of his body to help the poor.

But, can the child in front of him hold the gold coin? It is better to overestimate the greatness of human nature than to underestimate the inferiority of human nature.

In the Eastern District, too many refugees are willing to take risks and violate the criminal law, not to mention that it only takes a lot of effort to rob a little girl.

So, do you want to adopt?

But... tens of thousands of orphans, can one person manage them?

While Lu Li hesitated, the little girl left, and her figure disappeared in the rainstorm.

Immediately afterwards, a carriage bearing the logo of the police station broke through the wind and rain and stopped in front of the hall. Duke and Holmes came out with umbrellas.

"What are you thinking about?"

Duke was carrying an evidence bag in his hand, and it seemed that he had made a major discovery.

Lu Chen was absent-minded and subconsciously said:

"Civilization has increased productivity. Five people can make enough bread for a thousand people; one person can make enough cotton cloth, boots and shoes for two hundred people."

"But there are millions of people in this city who lack food and clothing, and their lives are not as good as the barbarians of the Stone Age ten thousand years ago. How can we save them?"