A forum.

First floor: "Are there any living people?"

Second floor: "Delete."

Third floor: "Delete."

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Seventh Floor: "The Eighteenth Floor said it well, I will beat him."

Eighth Floor: "The seventh Floor is right, I'll beat him."

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Tenth Floor: "Don't underestimate this sentence, you have no experience if you lack a word."

11th Floor: "Don't panic, the master of the post, the sculpted netizens will accompany you to live the doomsday for free!"

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18th Floor: "The little seventh Floor, overestimating one's own abilities, and just silver needles, dare to show off."

19th Floor: "Let's talk about myths and legends, don't it smell good?"

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Floor 20: "Can you be more normal? Is it easy for the poster? Although it is just six simple words, it reflects the poster's trembling and perseverance at the moment, expressing his fear of the current situation, as well as his desire for the same kind, hoping to get comfort and embrace of the same kind, and in addition, the question marks are separated from each other..."

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Floor 23: "Are the brothers on the 20th floor the legendary genius who won the full mark of the "Strange Light"?"

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Floor 35: "I am very pleased. The owner of the poster exploded many silly netizens."

Floor 36: "I'll just ask, are there any brothers in the Demon City still alive? Why are all my friends in the Demon City missing?"

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Forty-first floor: "@36th floor, my friend, don't panic, my neighbor's daughter-in-law's uncle's cousin's neighbor's classmates work in the official outsider department. After some internal news, everything is fine for the compatriots in the Magic City, just because the network cable is blown up."

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Forty-third Floor: "I'll go, what's the difference between being cut off and being dead?"

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Floor 47: "After the identification, the forty-third floor has been corroded by the Internet and has become a waste person."

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Fifty Floor: "You are so miserable, but you haven't deleted the post yet? The poster is the official one, are you here to count the number of living people?"

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Inside a rental house in the imperial capital.

Liu Konto, whose hair was in a mess, looked at the active sculpted netizens in the post and laughed in pain.

Since ten days ago, the entire East has established twenty-one "barriers" with twenty-one municipalities as the core in a very short period of time, and at the same time cut off traffic between various places. Everything has entered a state of wartime control with that announcement.

But at this moment, especially those who are asking to leave the country at the airport and go to the other three areas, I heard that all those who are dealt with as a crime of disrupting official duties will not be able to do anything.

The high-intensity suppression and earth-shaking changes in a very short period of time, as well as the "lost sound" in the Magic City, have made the Internet very bad.

At the same time, I don’t know if someone was secretly pushing it behind the scenes or other reasons that have caused all kinds of forums and posts to be swept by the "doomsday theory" these days.

Until the official suppression made the criminals hiding behind the screen reveal their true faces.

The side effects are the extreme sensitivity of various forums. Posts discussing Magic City, military and other content are basically just clicked in and 404 will be displayed in the next second.

In addition, I don’t know if the disaster is coming recently, but there is a wave of discussions on primitive myths and legends on the Internet. Some people even began to worship the divine beasts in the Eastern Realm mythology, the real god...

Liu Konto put down his cigarette and squirted on the keyboard with his hands, comforting netizens not to worry too much, and to believe in the official.

I thought to myself that such positive energy should not be deleted, right?

As a result, the moment I finished making a large string of messages.

Liu Kondo looked at the red warning popping up on the screen with awkward expression:

"This post has been deleted"

He closed the web page in disappointment, lit a cigarette again, leaned against the window and sucked the clouds and blew the mist, with a faint sense of sorrow in his eyes.

I don’t know what the idiots who gloat and scold the world on the Internet think.

How can there be a complete egg when the nest is destroyed?

The East Realm has fallen, can they live a good life? Or are they not from the East Realm?

In addition... Why is the sky outside getting darker and earlier? It's obviously midsummer!

When he was lost, Liu Konto extinguished the smoke, sighed, and prayed for the East Realm in his heart.

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"Brother Feng, how is the situation in the country recently?"

In a private residence, a group of people asked around the long-haired man on the sofa, looking nervous.

All of them represent the group behind them and their families come here to inquire about the latest news in the country.

This time, the Eastern Region suddenly blocked, as if it was a stance to deal with a strong enemy, but it had no requirements for the civilian heavy industry giants. This abnormal behavior made some people feel very restless.

If the East Gate requires them to take out how many resources and how many extramaritalists they have to send to cope with this crisis, they will not feel panic, and will even talk to the representatives sent by the official about the subsequent rewards on the premise of strictly adhering to the bottom line.

For them, they are happy to show their "commitment" to the East Realm in this way, but they will not refuse or miss the opportunity to get the official "commitment" of the East Realm.

The long-haired man known as Feng Ge'er said angrily:

"You guys are so anxious. Don't most of your parents have already attended the conference now?"

"I usually see you having fun more and more. Now I know I'm worried about national affairs?"

The young people around him looked at each other in front of each other.

But it is impossible to say that their parents are now waiting for their off-site intelligence assistance.

"Ahem, Brother Feng, that's not what we said. Don't we want to... also want to exert some effort!"

The man who spoke before smiled awkwardly.

The long-haired man narrowed his eyes and glanced at everyone, and said with a smile: "So do you think so?"

There would be no one among the group of people shaking their heads, and they would nod quickly, fearing that they would fall behind.

The long-haired man saw that the people around him nodded, and couldn't help but comfort him:

"It seems that everyone's awareness is very high! I'm very pleased!"

"Let's do this. Since everyone cares so much about the national conditions, I will organize a donation. Don't worry, I swear in the name of my Feng Xiao that this money will definitely be implemented!"

Everyone was stunned, looking at me, looking at you, and interpreting the four words "look at each other" vividly.

The man who spoke twice before said, beneath the eyes of everyone, said again:

"Brother Feng... Donate is not urgent. You can tell us about the current situation in the East Realm first?"

The long-haired man's face changed and he said earnestly:

"Who said there is no hurry? There will be a war in a few days. Brother Feng advised me, you have no place to donate in a few days!

Just think of it as a blessing for your parents. It is also unlucky to have a group of prodigal sons. It is rare to have a chance to repay them. It is rare to have the opportunity to seize it!”

After saying that, the man named Feng Xiao glanced at everyone with deep eyes.

Someone in the crowd complained that the donations organized in the past few times were all donated to the pockets of a organizer in the end; there were also active people who noticed the words in the man's words and the deepest gaze at the end, and they couldn't help but flicker and guessed boldly in their hearts.

Feng Xiao glanced at everyone and curled his lips secretly.

He didn't know the real purpose of this group of people coming to him.

It's a pity that there is no chance in this matter.

His aunt has repeatedly warned him not to leak any secrets, otherwise they will be dealt with according to national laws, even if he is her only nephew.

Feng Xiao's eyes passed through everyone and turned out to the window, with a deep calming look on his eyes.

The time has come, and the conference should have...been... started.

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In a large conference venue that accommodates tens of thousands of people.

After the official and clichéd opening remark, the old man who spoke on behalf of the executive department sat back in his original position with a plain expression.
To be continued...