"If we don't fight for ourselves, then who will come to help us!"

"Brothers and sisters, we should stand up and make a better future for our next generation!"

"What are you waiting for? Are you willing to stay in this garbage dump for the rest of your life?"

......

A crate that was extremely crude, a small loudspeaker that glued the grip with tape, and a few decent banners, a small publicity station was built like this.

The young man stood by the street and shouted loudly. Next to him, there were several companions wearing formal clothes and constantly distributing leaflets to pedestrians.

Unfortunately, this is Community No. 37.

Their activity seemed to be in another world, and the most eager response from passers-by was to politely take the flyer over, scrape off the heels and the sludge on the edges with hard corners, and then stuff them into the trash can on the side.

"Ahem~"

The throat was so dry that it felt sore when coughing. The young man finally left the crate, turned his back to the crowd, leaned against the door of the convenience store on the street, and poured water on his mouth.

"Kevin, we still haven't developed a member today... This is lute sugar water, moistening the throat."

A round-faced girl in a rustic beige shirt and ponytail squatted down beside him, handed over a bottle of drink, and whispered.

"This is normal. From the beginning, I knew that the path we were going was very difficult. The people in the lower-level communities ignored us because they thought we could not succeed. These people were actually capable."

Burying the depressed deep in his heart, the young man named Kevin looked at the purple-red afterglow that was about to die in the obscure sky in the distance, barely showing his smile, raised his hand to point at the crowd on the street,

"As long as we unite them, we will have the opportunity to negotiate with the government. Whether successful or not, in order to calm public opinion, they will improve the living environment of the lower-level communities to a certain extent. As long as we have the first time, our philosophy will be accepted and everything will be fine at that time!"

"Well, we will definitely succeed!"

The girl obviously trusted Kevin very much, clenched her fist and waved it. Several companions next to her turned around, and her sweaty face was also filled with smiles.

"Let's get here today, it's going to be dark soon. I know everyone has part-time jobs at night. Events are activities, and life is the first thing to consider."

Put the loudspeaker in your hand into your backpack, say goodbye to everyone, turn on your phone to check the time and the message from the store manager on "talk".

Kevin actually has a job, working as a waiter in the tavern in the No. 35 community, so he has to go back and change his clothes quickly.

The drink in my hand was quickly drunk because of thirst. I walked around a corner and prepared to throw the empty bottle into the trash can.

He subconsciously glanced at the entrance of the trash can, and just reached out his hand holding the empty bottle, but stopped halfway.

A man lies behind the shabby trash can.

I looked around in surprise. A man was leaning against the trash can, his face flushed.

"gentlemen?"

He shouted, but the other party did not answer. Kevin squatted down to confirm his condition, put his fingers under his nose, and could still feel a little heat.

The man who looked like a drunk man the previous second suddenly opened his eyes, grabbed his hand and roared: "Save me...Save me!"

He subconsciously wanted to break free from the other party's entanglement, but the power of the person in front of him was actually stronger than Kevin imagined. His hands were like two iron pliers, limiting him tightly.

"Hey, I can help you contact the hospital. Can you let me go before that?"

He raised his cell phone and shook it in front of the man, and the stinging pain from his arms was unbearable.

Vomit ~

Suddenly, a dark red turbid liquid vomited from the man's mouth.

Kevin was caught off guard and immediately suffered a disaster. Before he could react, he was covered in his face, and the pungent smell filled his nose.

Normal people will definitely fall into a dull state when they encounter this situation, and Kevin is no exception.

When he realized that the man in front of him had already struggled to get up and ran towards the streets on the other side. At this time, he was naturally not in the mood to catch up with him. All he was thinking about was to find a place to clean up the dirt on his face.

Fortunately, this place is not a remote place, and there is a shop behind me. I rushed in and asked where the toilet was, so I ran inside without hesitation, locked the door and started washing my face.

He supported the toilet table with both hands, turned his face and stretched his head under the water column. The cold water flow washed his cheeks, resisting the discomfort until the pungent smell dissipated before getting up and opening his eyes.

The mirrors on the corners of the corners are glued to the wall with yellow-brown wide tape reflecting the young man's cheeks.

Two blood stains hang down from the nostrils and dripped on the edge of the toilet table, and several blood flowers bloomed!

"Why is the water too cold?"

He raised his head to stop the nose bleeding from continuing to flow downwards, took the backpack in front of him, took out a pack of tissue from the interlayer on the right, and kneaded it into two rolls of paper to plug the nostrils.

My throat suddenly became a little itchy.

Ahem!

A particularly loud cough.

The youth's expression suddenly turned pale because he saw the mirror covered with blood. The blood was dripping along the smooth mirror to the edge of the sink, and then gradually slipped in to look like a dispersed blood.

It's like a big net, grabbing his heart...

"Working for the rights and interests of the lower classes, unity is strength?"

A voice sounded behind him, and he turned his head in a hurry. Kevin saw a middle-aged man with gray hair, holding a leaflet of theirs in his hand.

It should be that he ran in in a hurry just now and left behind him.

Kevin noticed that his left hand was holding a pair of gloves, and there was a dripping dark red liquid on it.

"Young man, your ideal is very good, and I admire you very much."

The middle-aged man shook the flyer casually and looked at Kevin with praise in his eyes.

"A few years ago, my thoughts were actually not much different from yours... At that time, our situation was much better than you now. The parade was very smooth, everyone was united, victory was right in front of us, that feeling was very beautiful, if possible, I hope to stay for that period of time for the rest of my life."

It seemed as if he was reminded of his past, and the middle-aged man's face was full of memories.

This posture did not feel any intimacy in Kevin's eyes. He was thinking about how to leave here now.

The dark red blood in the sink is so dazzling!

He kept moving towards the door of the toilet, and took a few steps to the door, raised his hand to cover his lower half of his face, and turned sideways and wanted to squeeze over.

"I thought you would wonder how we failed at that time, and that would provide you with a lot of experience, right?"

"Sorry, I want to have a long talk with you, but now there are some special circumstances, so I have to leave first."

While talking, he walked around the middle-aged man and walked towards the shop door for a moment.

However, before he could walk out a few steps, his legs could no longer move. He widened his eyes and his arms holding his backpack were tightened again and again due to excessive tension.

The only rays of purple-red afterglow of the setting sun fell in the dark shops.

The shop owner and the "drunk" he saw just outside were lying on the floor, with their limbs twisted in a strange state.

The dark red blood that kept spilling under the two bodies was filled with disgusting colors.

Cough! Uh!

Covering his mouth, the nausea caused the stomach to twitch. Kevin half-beared and subconsciously covered his mouth.

"If you want to accomplish something, you must always make sacrifices. This is very important. If you want others to know your determination, you will never succeed by speaking. You have to show the attitude you should have... This is my attitude. What do you think?"

Putting on gloves again, the middle-aged man looked at the scared young man and went up to pat his back and said warmly,

"Imagine what happens when this kind of scene appears on the street outside? Will those people ignore you like they did just now? No, they will feel fear and then become awe of your abilities."

Kevin disagreed with the sudden appearance of the murderer and felt disgusted from the bottom of his heart.

But at the same time, his mind was falling into a strange trance.

He knelt on the ground powerlessly, and in the hazy, some murmur came from all directions.

After a while, the sound rang out from his body again.

The colors in front of me became more and more intense, like a ball of pigment that was muddy in the water, chaotic and disorderly.

"When you turn your mind and think about it, if such a scene appears everywhere in the lower-level community, who can ignore what is happening here?"

"Everyone will see your determination, whether it is a passerby outside or a new human being who claims to be a new man, but is filled with evil spirits."

“At that time, your opinions will not be ignored, and you will be respected from everyone.”

The voice of the middle-aged man was like a demon's whisper, constantly destroying the will of the young man. The latter's already-clogging spirit was even more shaky at this time.

"What the hell do you want!"

Kevin gritted his teeth, his forehead bulged with blue veins, and his face flushed and questioned the person behind him.

"I just want you to join us. As I said just now, I admire young people like you, the careers that my companions and I are doing, and require fresh blood like you."

The middle-aged man half-squatted in front of Kevin, supporting his knees with his hands, his voice neither hurry nor slow.

"As long as you are willing to help me, you will find that everything is different. Let's relax. Don't you feel that your persistence is very hard?"

"I...I promised to join you. Can you send it to me to the hospital first?"

Instead of worrying about whether to join the other party, Kevin needs the help of a doctor more, and his remaining reason prompts him to compromise with the people in front of him.

"Did you agree?"

He seemed to care about Kevin's attitude.

"Yes, I agree. We are companions now, and you should take me to the hospital!"
To be continued...