Chapter 190 A back view, a city wakes up! (Please give me a monthly ticket!)
PS: Keep it low-key in this chapter.
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Tonight, Jinling is as peaceful as usual, but it is destined to never be peaceful.
At around seven o'clock, Jinling citizens who had just finished their work day were hit by a picture that went viral on their WeChat Moments.
What kind of picture is that?
Beside the bustling street, a figure wearing a German M39 helmet, a military uniform of the Monarch Training Corps, and an armed belt with his sleeves rolled up was kneeling on his knees in the middle of the rolling traffic and pedestrians.
The owner of the back figure had bulging veins in his dirty and bloody arms, and he was holding a broken Chinese-style rifle tightly in his hand.
Although there is no front view, the hanging head and slumped shoulders of the figure seem to express his guilt and sorrow.
Beside him was a group of shocked people. And in front of him... was the Summer Festival with a fireworks show going on!
The color tone of the photo is very dark, but even so, the summer festival scene in full swing, filled with various Japanese elements, still looks so dazzling.
What is even more dazzling than the Summer Festival scene is the line of bloody small words in the photo.
"Jinling, I'm sorry. We...didn't hold on!"
When this photo spread like a virus in the circle of friends, the citizens of Jinling... exploded!
"Fuck you! Where is this? Why does the place in the photo look so familiar? Isn't this Fenghuai Pedestrian Street? But what is this celebration? Why is this happening?!"
"Mom sells batches! I can't stop crying. Is this Jinling? Is this Jinling!"
"I cried to death. I saw it during the preparations for this summer festival, and I felt uncomfortable at the time. As a Jinling native, I felt that this event was weird, and I felt uncomfortable. Now when I see this photo, I'm so ashamed! I shouldn't have been silent at that time, I should have stopped it! This is Jinling, this is Jinling! Under this land, there are still more than 300,000 bones buried, and hundreds of thousands of people who died there are still buried. The innocent souls under the butcher's knife!"
"Ahhhh! Shame, this is even more shameful than the fall! After being slapped, not remembering the pain, and having someone slap me again, this is such a shame! Senior, stand up! It's not that you didn't hold on, it's that we didn't Keep it!"
"What the hell, where is this beep-making celebration? I'm going to blow it up right now!"
It exploded with the local circle of friends, and Li Youzhi shook his hands.
The photo that quickly circulated in the circle of friends was quickly recognized by sharp-eyed netizens. The man wearing the military uniform of the Teaching Corps was none other than Li Youzhi who had just released "Fuso Requiem" and was still in Jinling!
When that photo was reposted by netizens in the comment area of Li Youzhi's latest post, the people who were still madly mocking Jinling Cultural Tourism... cried into tears!
"Ma Dan... I have watched COS for so many years. Today's cos has directly subverted my knowledge. This is the world of cos, the eternal god!"
"Uuuuuuuuah, I can cry to death. I never thought that a photo would break through my tear ducts. Boycott the summer festival and resist the cultural invasion! We cannot let the blood of our ancestors flow in vain, and we cannot let Jinling The innocent souls buried under the city cannot close their eyes!"
"Damn it, I'm going to buy a plane ticket to Jinling now. I won't fight or make trouble. I'll print out the historical photos of the massacre and stand at the entrance of the Dogecoin Summer Festival. I want to see if I can get in. Who is he!!!"
"You upstairs don't have to worry about it. This is a matter for us Jinling people. We are already doing what you said! Our country cannot be lost, nor can our culture and spirit be lost! Decades ago, those ancestors in this area Sacrifice and lives have been paid on this land, and today it is up to us to protect the dignity of this city!”
At this time, Li Youzhi was still kneeling on the street with a group of classmates like sculptures.
However, what was different from before was that there were no spectators around him.
The backs of him and a group of "wrongful souls" still looked so lonely and desolate.
However, in front of them, a large army has formed to defend this city and that period of history!
Countless people from Jinling were gathered in front of the entrance of the Summer Festival like a tide.
They said nothing, neither shouted nor cursed. But in everyone's eyes, there is hatred that is as solid as concrete!
Many people held up hastily printed photos in their hands - the content of that photo was unbearable to look at;
There are soldiers who died on the battlefield and were whipped to death by the Japanese invaders, but most of them are unarmed civilians; men with their heads separated, women without clothes, emaciated old people, and even babies hanging on bayonets... every picture The pictures are full of the numerous evil deeds committed by the invaders!
In front of such a group of silent people, the Summer Festival was as quiet as a funeral.
The people who were surrounded by the surging crowd did not dare to make any movement, for fear that a small sound would completely ignite the powder keg in front of them.
Under those hateful glances, the on-site staff of the Summer Festival organizer remained silent, their legs trembling, and they kept swallowing their saliva.
Behind them, some smart people had already taken off their kimonos and clogs, wearing vests and underpants, trying to escape through the back door.
Only those women wearing kimonos, some of whom didn't even wear underwear, were extremely embarrassed... At this time, they couldn't care less about taking photos of hair ties or enjoying pure Japanese food. All of them were so frightened that their faces turned pale. In a hurry, they tore up their hair in a high bun, plucked the cherry blossoms from their ears, cowered in the store at the Summer Festival, and kept calling for help.
Looking at the scene in front of him, Li Youzhi, who looked like a sculpture, finally moved.
Holding an old prop rifle, he grinned and struggled to stand up from the ground, holding on to his numb knees.
Seeing him getting up, Liu Meng and others behind him also staggered up from the ground.
"Brother Zhi, why don't you kneel down? I think I can last one more night!"
Li Youzhi smiled lightly when he heard Liu Meng, who had been kneeling for an hour, talking nonsense in a hoarse voice.
After taking a deep look at the silent but powerful crowd, he shook his head.
Brother Zhi is kneeling here today because most people are sitting back and watching.
Now that the crowd has opened their eyes and stood up, why is Brother Zhi still kneeling?
After waving vigorously at the group of traitors, Li Youzhi put the prop rifle on his shoulder and disappeared into the gorgeous night of Jinling.
It came with great vigor and left quietly!
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On the train from Jinling to Rongcheng.
After taking a shower and changing into his own clothes, Li Youzhi was leaning on the seat to rest.
He was very busy at the end of the day. He stayed up all night last night and was busy editing, and now he has been running for another day. Even with the blessing of stamina potions, he can't withstand the waves of sleepiness.
"Brother, please, let me get my luggage."
An apologetic greeting woke Li Youzhi up.
Looking at the passengers who were signaling to pick up their luggage and get off the bus, Li Youzhi rubbed his eyes, nodded and stepped aside.
It was only then that he felt something hard and hot in his trouser pocket.
He reached out and touched it...it was his cell phone that was buzzing and vibrating.
Seeing the private messages and background information that flew up on the screen, Li Youzhi raised his eyebrows and immediately started shaking his hands.
As soon as he opened the app, a video highly praised by the official media appeared in front of him;
[The summer festival was urgently stopped! ]
The shorter the title, the bigger the problem!
Looking at the hundreds of thousands of likes on this post, Li Youzhi grinned and opened his own Shakehand page.
At this time, the comment section of his last post had exploded into pieces!
"I came here to thank you for your generosity, sir!"
"I came here to thank you for kneeling in front of the Summer Festival! Thank you for giving us a wake-up call when we turned a blind eye! We... will never allow such a thing to happen again!"
"Fortunately, there are still some people who are chanting with actions to remember history and not forget the national humiliation! Give me a thumbs up!"
"Before, I thought his cosplay of Qin Shihuang was the pinnacle, and his cosplay of Su Dongpo was the pinnacle, until I saw the photo tonight. With one back view, I can change the awakening of a city! I would like to call him the eternal god in the COS world. !!!”
"This is the young man trained by our Lezi people! As a member of the Lezi people, I am so damn proud!"
Beep!
Received cumulative amazing points, 221,000 points!
Li Youzhi grinned when he saw the system's amazing value entry prompt that suddenly popped up, and when he saw that his trembling hands had reached 3 million followers.
After thinking about it, he opened the news feed, edited a text, and sent it.
"Thank you for your support and understanding. What I did today was not to deliberately stir up hatred. I was just indignant after seeing the Summer Festival event and the comments of some supporters.
The words of a cosplayer who participated in the Summer Festival still linger in my mind; she said, 'This is a normal cultural exchange.'
I try my best not to become extreme, but I still have to say; when a Chinese person thinks this is normal, that is the biggest abnormality!
The idea at that time was the inspiration for today’s cos show.
What would the martyrs who fought against the Japanese invaders think if they saw such a scene at the Summer Festival?
Back then, I fought with all my life against the Japanese invaders here, shed my blood and sacrificed my life, just so that those of us here would not be enslaved and humiliated.
As a result, the descendants they sacrificed their lives to protect actually welcomed the executioner's culture with open arms on a land spilled with the blood of their predecessors. What an irony! "
As Li Youzhi's news was sent out, his hands shook... and again and again... and exploded!
PS: Keep a low profile, adoptive fathers, keep a low profile.