Fan Ancheng stood up immediately and urged in a low voice: "The ceremony has begun, let's go there quickly."

The family hurried out of the tent and, together with the huge flow of people, poured into the viewing area designated around Dongshan.

The wife looked around and clucked her tongue: "Oh my God! There are at least tens of thousands of people here, right?"

Fan Ancheng nodded: "Absolutely."

"Boom! Boom!"

"Boom! Boom!"

The sound of bells came from all directions.

These are the bells from various locations in the city.

*

Ten o'clock sharp.

Under the gaze of tens of thousands of people.

Cheng Han, wearing the director's high-end dress, walked to the top of the mountain with a serious look, raised his hand and waved lightly.

"call!"

A piece of black cloth flew up out of thin air.

A three-meter-high commemorative stone tablet revealed its true appearance.

Cheng Han stared at the simple stone tablet and the densely carved names on it, and a clear voice instantly spread throughout Dongshan: "May your souls return to the top of Shenrong!"

A loud voice rang out immediately.

"salute!"

From Cheng Han down, more than 300 inspectors all saluted.

More than 2,000 family members of the victims gathered in a designated area, with tears streaming down their faces and bursts of wailing.

The cold wind swept by, carrying the crying far away.

Although tens of thousands of people gathered at the foot of the mountain, the crowd was extremely quiet, and everyone listened to the cry in the wind.

Fan Xiaoqian, mother and daughter, unconsciously stretched out their hands to wipe away their tears.

Fan Ancheng's eyes were red, and he cursed secretly in his heart: "Damn Ability God!"

In the past, this wealthy businessman did not have much sympathy for civilians. The number of civilian deaths was really just a number to him.

But at this moment, he hated Ability God from the bottom of his heart.

this moment.

A sentiment called "same hatred and hatred" permeated the crowd.

*

Within the city.

A certain intersection.

"Boom!"

The bell rang.

A team of inspectors on duty immediately turned around and looked in the direction of Dongshan.

The chief inspector who led the team immediately shouted:

"Salute to the dead!"

A group of people bowed neatly and stared at Dongshan for a long time.

A large number of passers-by around him stopped when they saw this, and many even took off their hats and let the falling snow drift to their heads.

Even a few passers-by riding feathered beasts jumped off their mounts and looked towards the east mountain.

*

Anhua City No. 3 Middle School.

Under the arrangement of the school teacher, all the students in the school lined up neatly on the reading ground ten minutes in advance.

"Boom!"

The loud ringing of the bell shook the school.

The principal of the school has been standing on the stage for half an hour, with his hair and shoulders covered with a layer of snow.

The moment he heard the bell, he roared decisively:

"Everyone pays tribute to the victims!"

Thousands of students looked towards Dongshan together.

Just now, some students had smiles on their faces.

But at this moment, these students felt the solemn atmosphere, and their playful and smiling faces disappeared completely, leaving only solemn expressions.

It's not just this middle school.

Other primary and secondary schools in the city all staged the same scene.

This is naturally a manifestation of Director Cheng's will.
Chapter completed!