Life Copy Game

The noisy raindrops hit the cheap umbrellas.

The petite Liz raised her head and glanced at the sky outside the transparent umbrella.

The petals of white jasmine flowers flutter in the wind and mix with the flowing raindrops.

Not far away from the white jasmine sea and close to the road, people wearing mayor's guard uniforms and exoskeleton mechas were quickly building a simple giant electronic screen.

The swimming crowd seemed to be slowly changing direction, leading her body towards the mayor's palace.

The leader in front was waving flags and guiding the parade around corners.

Liz withdrew her gaze, raised her wrist, and glanced down.

What caught her eyes was only a circle of white traces, which were the traces left by her long-term wearing of the smart bracelet.

Her bracelets were taken away, not just from hers, but from most of the people who came to work part-time.

Only the people standing on the outside of the line now still have normal bracelets and even extra Bluetooth headsets.

But obviously, these people and their part-time workers are not together.

She raised her head and glanced at the banner held up above her head against the mayor.

She didn't know before she came that the march was against the mayor.

Although she had guessed it was probably a parade before, she didn't think about it in this regard.

Many parades in Yilan City will be held in front of the White Jasmine Palace, because this place is lively and close to the White Jasmine Palace, which can easily attract news media to watch.

She doesn't mind coming here to make some money for an ordinary parade, but she definitely doesn't want to participate in a protest against the mayor.

She wasn't against the mayor, but she wasn't a supporter of the mayor either.

The reason why she didn't want to participate was also very simple. Once she got involved in this kind of demonstration against the mayor, it would be easy to get contaminated with things that shouldn't be involved, and even lead to danger.

In fact, most of the people standing in the middle have the same mentality as her. They don't care much about politics or who is the mayor. They just work a part-time job to subsidize their families or make ends meet.

And this is probably the reason why the organizers were reluctant to say the specific ‘work content’ at first, because once it was revealed that it was a demonstration against the mayor, the price might not be able to attract so many people, and the secret might be leaked.

Sure enough, as Ini said, prices that far exceed the market average always involve risks.

But based on this calculation, for such a high-risk job, they should charge a higher price than they do now in order to recruit the right talent.

No money was made, but more risks were taken, these bastards.

Liz turned her head and glanced at the peripheral 'personnel' surrounding them.

These people are very professional and have blocked all escape routes. They also seem to have a violent attitude. They are probably recruited gang members.

They can subdue themselves with one hand.

If it weren't for the vicious gang of people outside and the bracelet being taken away, she would have run away long ago.

These bastards have figured it out.

Cursing secretly in her mind again, Liz lowered her head, continued to take a deep breath, and blended in with the crowd, trying not to attract attention to herself or let the photographers around her who looked like reporters capture her face.

Now she just hopes that everything goes well and those bastards can give her the money and return the bracelet to her.

Although she bought the bracelet second-hand, the quality was very good and the system was smooth. It cost her a full hundred federal coins and it was one of the few 'precious electrical appliances' she had.

If it was robbed by this group of people, she would have to buy a new one, which would cost at least more than 100 federal dollars. Adding this week's rent, it would be close to 200 federal dollars.

After deducting the money spent on medicines for my father and mother... I hope that the 'Daxiubin' supermarket will have more hard bread for the holidays tomorrow morning.

Half a piece of bread with cold water should be enough to fill you up. If you eat it twice a day, it should be enough. If you don't eat it at night, it will be regarded as losing weight.

I hope last week's wages can be sent out before next week.

If not, she would have no choice but to borrow a salary loan.

8% interest per week is really a greedy vampire.

She raised her hand and rubbed her cheek. In the noisy and chaotic environment, the woman slightly shrugged the tip of her nose.

Really did something stupid.

The crowd squirming forward slowly stopped, and the shouts in the parade continued.

"The restricted area ahead, please stop."

Members of the Mayor's Guard stood at the edge of the street in the rain, blocking the march from moving forward. Behind these members of the Mayor's Guard was a huge screen that had been set up.

Because of the momentum of the parade, most of the crowd watching around them gave way to them.

This allowed everyone in the parade to squeeze in a good seat in the front row.

When the crowd stopped completely, Liz raised her head and stared at the huge screen in front of her.

The swimming jasmine flowers swayed in front of the screen, and a little light lit up on the screen, as if the system was self-checking.

Liz turned around and glanced behind her.

Some of the people standing at the back were looking up at the screen, while others picked up their bracelets.

It seems that this speech is synchronized across the entire network. You can also see the mayor's speech by visiting the official website on the bracelet.

The surrounding sounds seemed to gradually quiet down, and even the noisy noise seemed to be smaller.

Even the person who roared the most loudly in the parade was watching the screen at the moment, looking forward to the changes on the screen.

After a short wait, followed by a flash, an old man wearing a gray suit, sitting behind a marble table, with his back against the old windows and simple curtains, appeared on the screen.

Liz stared at the simple decoration of the room on the screen.

In fact, this was the first time she heard the mayor's speech and saw the mayor's complete appearance.

Most of the time in the past, she couldn't care about these. She was either working or on the way to work.

But she didn't know why, but when she saw the scene on the screen in front of her, she didn't feel too unfamiliar.

Although the heavy marble table revealed an ancient atmosphere, the lightly carved walls vaguely showed the expensive luxury.

But with the simple windows, curtains, and plain books, the office seemed to be just an ordinary room.

The old man sitting behind the stone table looked level with them. Although he was majestic, he was also kind. He seemed not much different from the elders in the family.

For some reason, Liz's heart gradually calmed down. She stared at the old man, waiting for him to speak.

She couldn't help but want to hear what the old man would say.

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Ninwis District

"Look over there."

In the alleyway between the staggered low-rise buildings, the walking crowd raised their eyes and looked in the direction above their heads with shouts of surprise.

The little boy who had just walked out of the small door raised his head, followed the gazes of the people around him, and looked at the huge billboard in the distance.

It was already a huge advertising screen. In addition to adult products, it was usually a huge advertising screen for striptease bars or underground loan advertisements. At this moment, it seemed that it had finally changed its tone and turned into a "waiting for live broadcast" pattern.

"What does waiting for the live broadcast mean? Live broadcast of the mayor's speech? What does the mayor have to do with us? Is there any brand that has come up with fresh advertisements?"

Questions came from the crowd in confusion.

The little boy's eyes also fell on the unclear line of 'explanation' below the text waiting for the live broadcast.

[From White Jasmine Palace, the live broadcast of the mayor’s speech is being connected...]

mayor···

The boy took a deep breath, held the medicine in his arms, held up his umbrella, and ran quickly in the alley full of small puddles.

As he ran, people heard the news one after another, or opened the door, or walked to the balcony, looking up at the huge billboard above their heads.

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Nancheng Command Center

In the simply decorated office, the old general looked at the holographic projection map in front of him and at the various mechanical troops simulated in the projection walking through the wilderness.

Several officers were standing respectfully beside him.

At this moment, he seemed to notice something, raised his head and looked forward.

A large screen hidden on the wall was opening in front of him. What was on the screen was the official website of the White Jasmine Palace, the Mayor's Palace of Yilan City.

At this moment, the entire webpage was occupied by a huge video screen. The old man in the screen looked forward, seemingly looking at the people outside the screen. He slowly spoke,

"I'm glad I can still sit here today..."

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Ninwis District

Jie Lin suddenly opened the door, took off his bracelet, clicked on the city government webpage that had been loaded on the bracelet, put the medicine in his hand aside, and placed the bracelet in front of his mother.

Then, under the confused gaze of his mother Zhaojia, he quickly picked up the flyer next to him and sat next to his mother.

The video on the bracelet was projected on the quilt, and the old man who had already started speaking appeared on the screen.

He slowly overlapped the simple image of the doctor on the flyer in his hand with the old man in the video.

"Assassination is the origin of what we are talking about today, but it is not the root cause. I am sitting here today not to denounce the murderer in the loudest voice. This is what the FBI and the city police department should do.

"I just want to talk to you about what the city government has implemented in the past year, why we implement these things, why these things led to this assassination, and, what should we do next."

A calm and gentle voice slowly came from the bracelet. It didn't sound like a condescending reprimand or instruction, but more like a relative sitting next to him who was telling what he wanted to tell.

Zhaojia, who was sitting on the bed in a daze, lowered his head and began to listen carefully to the old man's speech.

The old man's old voice echoed in the somewhat empty house, passed through the undulating window-sealed posters, was submerged in the patter of rain, and was submerged in the dilapidated, silent and gray city.

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Under the hustle and bustle of the street, people walking stopped beside the street, looking up at the huge advertising screen above their heads and the gentle and kind old man on the advertising screen.

"When I sit behind this desk, I see faces.

“Among them are employees of consortiums in factories, mines, and grain factories; there are also waiters standing at the counter or walking between desks; and there are even people lying in bed, unable to receive treatment and struggling to survive.

"Ilan City is facing an unprecedented crisis, a turning point in history and destiny in the past eight hundred years.

"During this crisis, the vast majority of people in Yilan City can only earn meager wages and struggle to obtain food and housing to barely survive. They can only use their little wealth to buy medical supplies that are not enough to treat their diseases. drug.

“Jobs that may be lost at any time, endless accumulation of debts, painful and incurable diseases, these things are entangled in everyone, taking away our lives little by little.

“This is a crisis that concerns and is still impacting the vast majority of people in this city.

“In order to respond to this crisis, we have made many efforts, the two most important of which are the health insurance bill and the employee protection bill, and these two bills can also be attributed to the same purpose.

“That is to ensure that every citizen of Yilan City, ensure that we, our children, and our descendants have the right to live a healthy life under the sun.

“In our city, 20 percent of the people are employed in the mines,

"The vast majority of them suffer from dust, noise, toxic gases and intense heat, which causes them to suffer from pneumoconiosis, deafness, organ failure and other diseases.

"But when the disease defeats them, the mines that employ them will not provide assistance. These mines that profit from the work of the people of Yilan City will not spend a penny to treat the miners. , but will ruthlessly abandon them,

“They will take out at most a few hundred federal dollars, just like a ferocious crocodile leaving false tears, and throw these banknotes out of the mine together with people who have lost the ability to work due to illness.

“People who get sick because of work often do not have any medical insurance, or only have the lowest-priced medical insurance. They cannot afford high surgical and medical expenses, and have lost the ability to work, so they can only rely on cheap medical insurance. Drugs, to sustain life through pain and suffering.”

Outside the White Jasmine Palace, standing in the dripping wind and rain, listening to the old man's words, Liz subconsciously clenched her hands.

The old man's speech on the screen continues,

“This phenomenon does not only appear in mines, but also in every job, in machinery factories, chemical plants, agricultural factories, and even in hypermarkets and fast food restaurants.

“Employees who are accidentally injured or die due to work, like employees who become sick due to exposure to pathogenic substances, cannot receive any compensation and have no way to treat their injuries or diseases. Many family members of the deceased cannot even pay for the expenses of their loved ones. Funeral expenses.

"But the mines, factories, the owners of all these, the consortia that own all these, they squeeze the lives of their employees and make a lot of profits. Their rulers live a life of luxury and luxury. They really can't do anything. ?

“The federal government has no shortage of equipment to deal with dust and toxic gases, nor does it lack safety measures to reduce noise, but mines will not purchase them because it will increase the costs of the mines.

“People who are unable to work due to illness will not receive compensation from the consortium and will not increase the cost of the consortium, but improving the working environment of employees will really cost them money.

"Thirty years ago, I sat in front of an old man's bed, holding her withered palm, and watched her die of illness.

“She had two sons, one died in the factory without receiving any compensation, and the other died at home because he could not afford medical expenses.

"More than 70% of the people in Yilan City are employed by large cross-city consortiums and need to face hospitals from large cross-city consortiums. This crisis covers Yilan City and the entire federation.

“So we need to implement the Employee Protection Act: raise the minimum wage, require consortiums to improve the safety and security of each employee, deal with dangerous working environments, and purchase corresponding accident insurance for each employee - in case they are injured or sick, You will receive basic compensation.

“So we need to promote the health insurance bill so that every employee can get health insurance, let the medical consortium lower the price, make unsightly diseases affordable, and let everyone have access to treatment.

“I did all this, so I got attacked.

“Protests, smears, assassinations, they used all their power to silence my voice and make me speechless forever.

“They don’t want us to be able to live in the sun, they want to continue to control this city and squeeze money out of every life.

"We live in an ancient city. In the nearly eight hundred years since the city was founded, under the white jasmine flag, we have suffered countless attacks.

“Crisis after crisis tries to overwhelm us, but we are still here.

"Defeatism has never been in the vocabulary of the Elamites, and we will not back down from it.

“At this moment of historical intersection, at this moment that determines the fate of Elan, I want to tell the people of Elan bluntly,

"The crisis will not stop, and the attacks from the consortium will become more violent.

“We now stand at a crossroads that will determine our destiny and that of our descendants,

"If we don't want our children to live the same life as we and our parents do, and if we don't want our children to have to rely on cheap medicines and wait to die of hunger and pain like us when they get sick, we need to unite and jointly deal with the consortium and deal with This crisis,

"Next, I will continue to promote more reform policies and draw our weapons against the 'rich' 'consortiums' who created this crisis, for our sake and for the sake of our future generations.

“I firmly believe that a bullet can go through my chest, but not the faith that unites the Elan people.

"We will eventually get through this crisis, united, and victory will be ours."

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FBI

Levis stared at the screen in front of him that was paused after the speech. He tremblingly took out a cigarette from his pocket, held it in his hand, and brought it to his mouth while shaking.

But before the cigarette reached his mouth, it fell to the ground. He picked it up tremblingly, brought it to his mouth, and bit it with a pale complexion.

He fumbled for the cigarette lighter, lit it and held it tremblingly a few times before bringing it to his mouth and lighting the cigarette.

He took a deep breath, and the rich smoke poured into his lungs, seeming to relieve his tension and fear.

He put down his cigarette, glanced at the FBI agent beside him, and then turned back to look at the old man on the pause screen. He raised his throat and spoke with a slightly uncontrollable and suppressed vibrato.

"He's crazy."

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