In the past few days, not only has Qiqihar been a mess, but even the imperial capital Beijing City was in a rebellion. First, there was a riot between the Al Shabaab. Although the emperor was suppressing his feet, he was eventually bombed and killed, injured and arrested. After a lot of lively, he was inevitably implicated, false accusations, and false injustice. The students were arrested thousands of times and were identified one by one. Although most of them were released one after another, many people finally had free prison meals for various reasons.

The General Intelligence Bureau and the Ministry of Police directly opened "special task forces" in various schools. Teachers and people of all kinds lined up to come in for tea. After the three generations of ancestors, many people were so scared that they had to admit things like running training classes outside the school, raising little lovers, and having an incongruous relationship with their tutors. There were a lot of gossip and talk about after dinner. Of course, the results were also fruitful, and all kinds of small groups and underground activities in the school also surfaced, from studying Hegel and Kant's interest groups to the sisterhood of the fellow villagers' associations, and many radical small groups such as the Iron Blood Han League were forced to register and convert to controlled societies, or disband directly.

While there was a lot of fun, several schools that were usually more peaceful suddenly started. Thousands of students came out to march lively, shouting passionate slogans to support the arrested teachers and students. Some of the students tied white cloth strips on their heads and held banners with big blood-red letters, while others waved small flags. Some young people wearing red signs in the team were often scolded by some students who were not serious enough to whisper and not serious enough, and tried their best to prevent the demonstration from turning into a lively outing and a male and female student association.

In response to this, the Imperial Police and relevant departments were in chaos again. The school went out from the principal to the uncle and aunt who were watching the dormitory, and begged the students to go back to school for a discussion and say something. You don’t have shame, the school wants it, and the Empire wants it. Several principals are already desperate. Once this matter is made, let alone the school funding, I am afraid that if you may not do it well, you will have to enjoy it in Dongcheng Prison!

However, the students were also very confident. The imperial constitution made it clear that the people had the freedom to assemble and organize and march. The students went out to take a walk and shout slogans, but did not block traffic and did not hinder public order. Naturally, it was reasonable and legal. As for the failure to declare in advance according to the regulations of the Ministry of Police... everyone knew that they would not approve it if they were reported. Why do you need to report it?

Things began to go off track until some radicals began to look for stone bricks under the guidance of some people, until some people from which school began to hold on to some metal utensils hidden in their arms.

With a strange whistle, everyone's attention turned to the left front. At this moment, a commotion broke out in the parade. Some students dressed up but no one could figure out when they came in and which school they were from. Suddenly, they attacked the people around them. Many people were pressed down and handcuffed, and many were directly locked together. The people who took action began to look around with a gloomy face and vigilant eyes. After being shocked, the students began to stir.

"What's going on! Who are you?" A parade organizer was shocked and walked over and asked excitedly.

"General Intelligence Bureau, one place." A gentle man who looked like a doctor of arts and a gentle man took out a document, and the silver-gray metal logo on it emitted a cold light, "You should ask, who are these people."

He kicked a person dressed in a strange shape and was handcuffed together with his hands, struggling hard on the ground, and the man's arms were pulled open by him, and the sheathed dagger hanging in his arms was exposed.

"What's going on!" the student leader shouted angrily, "Which school is this person from? I have repeatedly said that you must not carry any weapons. Our slogan is non-violent! We are demonstrations, not riots! We are supporting the arrested classmates!"

Several organizers of the parade came over and looked carefully, all shook their heads.

"Don't be puzzled, he is not a student at all." The agent pulled the man's clothes a few times, revealing the scars on his shoulders. "This is formed by long-term practice of shooting. He is a young suicide squad of the Al Shabaab, and is here to cause trouble. The purpose is to inspire conflict and let the government beat you to death and injure you, and stimulate students and young people across the country to make trouble."

"These are all rebellions who are afraid that the world will not be in chaos." The agent looked around and pointed at the young people who were subdued on the ground with fierce eyes, with mocking on the corner of his mouth, "Is there anyone who has given me some advice on your demonstration this time?"

Several organizers of the parade looked at each other with a frightened look, and after all, someone nodded.

"You are just tools that others play with." The agent sneered, "Others want to use your blood to make up lies and stimulate national chaos to seize power. Democracy and freedom are just the cloak of these ambitious people picking up the storefront and deceiving the young people."

"I don't believe it! This is your conspiracy!" The student leader showed anger on his face, and he shouted again after a long time.

"You will know soon if it's a conspiracy." The agent smiled and made a gesture. Some people came over and started taking pictures. In an instant, the shutter sounded loudly.

"Note the recent newspaper." The agent looked around the students who were still at a loss. "You will soon know what happened to this riot and a series of events. Many things are not as you imagined. The society is very complicated today. You young people should think twice before doing things, and don't be used by others to waste your life."

"Do you still need to continue the parade?" A parade organizer pulled the sleeves of the student leader and asked in a low voice.

The student leader's face was blue and white, his eyes flashed, his lips were pursed tightly, his eyes swept across young faces, and then looked at the figures struggling on the ground, then at the dark buildings on both sides of the street, and the dark clouds pressing lower and lower in the air gradually recovered their calmness, and finally he turned his eyes to the agent's face.

"If we continue to march, can you ensure the safety of your classmates?"

The agent was stunned and looked at the student leader with appreciation: "We were going to protect your safety today. However, you have violated the relevant regulations and have not declared, so the march will still be banned."

"It seems we have become bait," the student leader smiled self-deprecatingly, "The Al Shabaab uses us as sacrifices to stimulate the people; you use us as bait to catch hidden rebellion. I don't know who is telling the truth and who is telling lies. Are we the tools we are played with?"

He turned his head to look at the other organizers of the parade: "It seems that the parade is difficult to continue. If we persist, we will probably be considered as accomplices of the rebel party. A good thing would have turned into a tragedy. The arrested students will be injustice. Do you still have to continue?"

"If you start or end, what should I do if the prestige of the Student Union?" A parade organizer said angrily, "Since you have all come here, why not stick to it? This is the capital, a place where friendly public opinion gathers! If I don't believe it, they dare to take the blame for the world and shoot and suppress it!"

"I can't take the lives of my classmates." The student leader stared at the other party, "Xiao Meng, the Student Union is the organization of the classmates, not the private property of ours. We are not qualified to take the students hostage and take risks."

"You are betrayal!" the young man said angrily, "I request the Standing Committee of the Student Union to hold a meeting on the spot to cancel your chairmanship."

"As long as I, Zou Rong, is the chairman for one day, no one can take risks with my classmates." The student leader showed firmness between his eyebrows. "Everyone has seen it, this matter is strange. Our first task now is to go back and check it out to see if it has been exploited by some people. If you persist blindly, you may fall into the trap of others."

"Can the students' thoughts be turned around?" asked a girl, and her beautiful eyes turned around the student leader several times. "We are protesting against the spy's rule for democracy and freedom, and supporting the students who have suffered injustice and prison. After all, this cause is just. How much blow will our passion for the students like this betrayal? "

"I have a way," the agent suddenly interrupted, "It's fair to let the students decide for themselves."

After a while, the student leader put down the horn in his hand, lowered his head and whispered to let the people below lift themselves up a little, and looked at the parade with complicated eyes. He had explained the whole story, and, according to the agent's command, asked the students who insisted on continuing the parade to raise their hands. What made him quite pleased but a little disappointed was that there were very few people raising their hands.

He smiled bitterly and said loudly: "Since there are only a few students who want to insist on demonstrations, I announce that the march will end here, and each school will organize its return to the city. We must ensure order and pay attention to safety."

After he returned to the ground, he suddenly bowed deeply to the calm agent leader. The agent looked at the student in surprise, and his eyes became more and more appreciative.

"Thank you for avoiding a bloody murder." The student leader said sincerely, "If the students sprinkle blood on the street, I will become a sinner."

"Zou Rong? You are very good." The agent nodded in appreciation, "This matter needs to be investigated. I think you and us can cooperate on this issue... You have something that I appreciate."

Jiang Yang looked at this General Intelligence Bureau, which seemed to be a little different from the insidious, cunning, cold and ruthless image in his impression, and didn't know where he got into the other party's eyes?
Chapter completed!