Chapter 571 It has nothing to do with me
In Charles Square in the King's District, the citizens had just emerged from the shadow of the earthquake not long ago, and their mood had just calmed down.
Bread sellers, groceries sellers, fish and meat sellers, and apartment renters, all the people gathered in the square are ready to return to their daily lives and patiently wait for the distribution of medicines.
The plague will eventually pass, but life must go on.
However, before I had time to act, suddenly...
"Dang, Dang, Dang..."
In the distant direction of the city center, the church bells rang again.
The four major churches, the alarm bells are ringing.
Something happened?
However, the people in the square immediately knew that they were surprised too early, because the next moment, not only the church, but also the bells were heard in the chapels all over the city as the sound waves spread.
Following this, hundreds of homing pigeons flew out from the building of the Business Association in the city center and flew to every corner of the city.
This is something big!
In Charles Square, everyone's hearts were in suspense. They stared blankly at the direction where the bells were coming from, praying desperately to the gods in their hearts.
God bless me, there must be no more setbacks. ,
However, perhaps the gods did not hear their prayers.
As the carrier pigeons and the bells flew together, the city suddenly became commotion.
Quick horses galloped out from the direction of the city center. At their call, the children in the King District, led by the blond girl, rushed in groups towards the newspaper office in the city center. .
In response, the priests in the major chapels also walked out of the chapels with solemn expressions, boarded carriages and disappeared into the crowded streets.
Everyone in the square looked at each other.
No one knew what happened, no one even dared to guess, but the people who were dispersing stopped in unison, waiting nervously, and even breathing a lot lighter. The increasingly solemn and depressing atmosphere made these people subconsciously nervous, giving them a sense of depression before a storm.
Instinct told them that they could not leave, something big was going to happen.
One minute, two minutes, each minute the atmosphere became more depressing, until half an hour later, suddenly...
There was a burst of noise and chaos in the distance from the direction of the city center, and then a group of newsboys waved newspapers Running from the direction of the city center, he kept shouting. As the distance got closer and closer, he heard it more and more clearly:
"Outside number, outside number, the plague is mutating, and the original medicine is about to lose its effectiveness. .”
The moment the sound came out, everyone within hearing range fell into a brief silence, as if the brain could not understand what happened for a while.
Crack.
The fear that had faded reoccupied people's consciousness. Many things in their hands fell to the ground, and their faces gradually turned pale. They were so happy just now, but now they were so desperate.
"Martha, please explain clearly what happened."
The landlady subconsciously reached out to grab her daughter who was waving a newspaper, but the blond girl nimbly avoided her mother's hand and quickly moved away. , only a few extra messages and a childish voice came:
“It’s too late to explain, Mom, just read the newspaper for details. I want to help Uncle Lynch spread the information as soon as possible. Trust Uncle Lynch, This is what he is doing..."
The sound gradually faded away, and only a few extra numbers remained in the hands of the crowd in the square.
“The plague has mutated, and the effect of the medicine has dropped sharply, and it will be completely ineffective after twelve hours.”
The large red printed characters on the newspaper looked extremely ferocious, looking like the tentacles of an evil god. It is so ferocious that it makes people despair: "The Church of Tribulation is studying countermeasures. Please go home and wait. The city government and the church will keep you informed of the news at any time."
How is that possible? Didn’t you just say that the plague is under control?
Now that something big has happened, you want me to go home and wait for news? What are you worried about? Keep informed? I don't believe it. Are you trying to hide the truth again to trick us back home?
The same thing happened one after another in every corner of the Rhine City. Citizens in the steam age had begun to doubt the government. After seeing this news, those who wanted to go back stopped and stayed in the streets uneasily, looking forward to further news. .
However, an hour passed, and it was almost three o'clock in the afternoon, but there was still no further news.
As time goes by, people's mood becomes more and more depressed. Charles Square and even the entire Rhine are like a steam valve that is constantly pressurized and may explode at any time.
Just when the public's emotions were about to get out of control, the newsboys waving newspapers rushed out of the city center again, led by the blond girl.
“Outside, outside, the dawn appears, the Church of the Tribulation has found a countermeasure, Saint Nightingale personally leads the team to fight the plague, hope and victory are on our side!”
Xiao Ma Shah's clear voice shouted impassioned words, making the atmosphere a bit more tragic. The other newsboys behind him followed suit and threw the steaming newspapers onto the crowd in the square.
The anxious citizens no longer paid attention to the newspaper boys who had left. The literate people held up the newspapers and couldn't wait to read them.
"I will not retreat to the death! Saint Lady Nightingale led the Sisters of Suffering to fight the plague, and vowed to live and die with the Rhine."
This time it was in black font, with a full page printed below Large black and white photo.
The angle of the photo was chosen just right. Surrounded by the blazing flames, Ms. Nightingale led a group of believers to pray with their eyes closed. Her expression was focused and determined, and her determination to fight the plague almost came out through the paper.
Just looking at the photos, a sense of desolation and tragedy surged out of everyone's heart, making people unable to help but feel heartbroken.
No, I am also worried about myself.
"Your Excellency the Saint led the crowd to pray to the Supreme Being, willing to stop the mutation of the plague at the cost of his own safety. The battle has begun. May everything go well. May God bless Rand, and may God bless this world!"
read out As people continued to recite, the people immediately became commotion.
Is there any hope? But who is the Supreme? He must be the Lord of Suffering, and indeed God bless Rand.
Hope surged from people's hearts again, dispersing the haze of fear a little. Many people listened to the information in the newspaper, and felt a touch of emotion and sigh in their hearts: He is indeed a saint, with such a spirit of sacrifice, and is willing to do something for Our safety is at stake.
"What are you touched about? Haven't these gentlemen bullied us enough? When something goes wrong, they should solve it. Why should we worry about them?" But there were also different voices in the crowd, including those selling wild vegetables. The middle-aged woman muttered gloomily, "Besides, there is really a plague. They will die just like us. Of course they are anxious, so let them take it."
"Yes, and said Maybe what good will she gain if she succeeds?" A more gloomy voice came from the mouth of the fat man selling groceries, "The medicine will be distributed for free, who knows if they will take the opportunity to make money, let's not do it. They are worried.”
"You are going too far." Mrs. Sterling, the bread seller, said angrily, "Forget it about those gentlemen, Your Excellency the Saint is a good person. Doesn't she feel guilty when you say this?" br>
"Huh..." The two of them didn't say anything more about Ms. Nightingale, but they still looked angry. "It has nothing to do with us anyway. Let's just wait and watch the fun. They are more afraid of death than us and will do it for us." Solved.”
For a time, there were whispers everywhere in Charles Square, and many people nodded secretly.
And farther away, the entire Rhine City is immersed in the same atmosphere.
Staying out of it has nothing to do with me.
In this atmosphere, the sound of galloping horse hooves sounded from the direction of the city center.
(End of this chapter)