The Guest (Book 1)
By Yufeng Zhuang
Copyright 2012 By Yufeng zhuang
Chapter 1
The parade on the Bell Tower Street
If looking down at the East Forest from the space, this was a beautiful planet. The blue sea water and the infinite green field on the surface of the planet, and those pale horrible mine holes, were shined by the starlight particles from the high sky, they would reveal a stream of inexplicable hazy aesthetic feeling, it's like a put away many years oil painting, covered with the history dust.
But to the residents and the orphans of the East Forest Region, there were just only the stones on this planet. Besides the stones, there was nothing else. Even those green fields, in their became gradually persistent into numbness eyes, those were just the green grass covering on the history of wealth and glory, their eyes only used to see through these turfs, look at those most deserted mine for the East Forest people.
From the administrative planning to say, the East Forest was just a level two administrative region, it's the same administrative hierarchy as those three dazzling planets on the Capital Planet Circle or the West Forest Region. But in the hearts of the federal people, the distant East Forest, in fact was an already forgotten corner. Besides they still could see the East Forest name on the six hundredth year celebration of the federal government established, many times, for those who lived in the rich civilization people, the East Forest had already not existed.
The East Forest Region had only one planet, the East Forest planet, it seemed to be nonsense, but actually this was not the nonsense at all, because the origin name of the East Forest Region was from the East Forest planet, therefore, in the very distant past, this suspension planet alone outside the farthest of the triangle galaxies, concerned to the whole human society, had how important significance.
Yet since the various types of ore mining were finished in the East Forest Region, the East Forest planet had become a desert planet gradually, here just had the stones, no ores, only the stones.
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The people having ability to leave the East Forest, had already left here. With the professional skills and the stored wealth, through the assurance of the relatives in the Capital Planet Circle or the West Forest Region, they got the proof of the census register transfer successfully, got on the fewer and fewer flights because of the energy shortage, and left this lesser and lesser vitality place.
But the can obtained the proof of census register transfer people were the minority after all, the half-abandoned planet, still needed to maintain the lives of many people. In a material civilization was relatively developed society, the food and the clothing were no longer the problem the human needed to worry about, the people on the East Forest planet were still having the secure life, the social security assistance was still playing a very important role, the currency remained flowing steadily, in this world still had the companies, the airport, the food processing factories, the mecha(*robot) maintenance station, the computer connection center, and even an army base.
The should have, the could have, the East Forest Region had them all. But it still couldn't hide the touch of the old smell, the taste of death oozed out from every street, every building, and the face of every doing nothing, holding the coffee cup and looking at the TV people.
The thousands years ore mining, to provide the continuous support for the federal society, it's just like a river conveying nutrient for the plain, but however, when the river was getting dry gradually, and became a small little creek full of bad smell, the regurgitation-feeding support from the federal society was somewhat not enough obviously-- because what humans need never just only could live, and then they would feel the happiness.
The people of the East Forest in the thousands of years’ history had already cultivated the strong and diligent spirit, in the continuous mine disasters in the ancient times, they didn't have the slightest back-down. But all of these in front of their eyes, still let them feel the rich flavor of the sadness and helplessness. No ore could be dug, nothing could be done, from a certain angle to say, this even didn't have mine disaster life, was absolutely not the life what the East Forest people wanted.
The could bear hardships and stand hard work East Forest people, had the name of East Forest stone in the federal society. But the today's East Forest people, had become the increasingly more silent and colder stones, they have already formed themselves into statues, stayed in their used to round-backed armchairs and the family sofas, they seemed to never will move once again.
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"The ignorant people's life, having the soap opera is good enough." the deputy director general Paul Long of the second police station of the West River state had a calm face, walked in the cool wind on the Bell Tower street, looked at those having numb expression and drinking in the pub residents, he thought like this in his mind.
The deputy director Paul Long was one of the stone of the East Forest as well, his face was like the stone unsmiling, for those haunting in the dark of the Bell Tower Street gang forces, that had the infinite shocking power. When he looked over the Bell Tower Street, those selling wild buffalo meat on the black market marketers, would flee at the mere sight of his oncoming with the speed of the battleship. With the charm of his all black uniforms and the seven subordinates behind his back, it's quite power and prestige.
However, Paul Long suddenly thought of that there were still three reporters around him today, he had the "Ge Deng" sound on his mind, fastened his collar buttons subconsciously, turned his back around with a steady rhythm, faced at that holding microphone female reporter, and piled out the uglier than the cry smiling face, it's like a stone just broke out its old skin suddenly.
"The public security has always been good for the Bell Tower Street..." Paul Long didn't want to leave the frivolous feeling to the female reporter, so he just spoke as quiet as he could. This was the task issued by the governor's office of the West River state, the deputy director Paul didn't dare to cold-shoulder it.
Felt the inadaptation of their director, those several subordinates of the police public relation division picked up the words naturally; they began to talk to the reporters. Paul Long had a sigh in his mind and shook his head.
He had been working in the East Forest Region for thirteen years, there were still seven more years to the fixed years of the federal government aiding East Forest regulations, but he couldn't stand to this full of dead taste place for another seven years any more, surely it didn't mean that he would be like those unemployed miners, spending the time by watching the TV every day too?
Yet the federal regulations were very strict, although the promotion in the East Forest was exceptionally quick, but you might meet the certain fixed years, and then you could go back to the Capital Planet Circle or the West Forest Region. Although Paul Long also knows some of the periphery members of the big families, but let those act carefully family members to make the moves for him this little deputy director, there was really no this possibility.
So he had to concentrate his efforts on the work performance, the deputy director Paul Long brought the reporters to the Bell Tower Street today, he also had the consideration on this aspect.
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The disconsolate face of the deputy director Paul didn't keep very long, and then was full of the shocked look!
So that he even didn't hear the curious question of that female reporter, his that pair of wanting to kill people eyes looked over the female reporter's shoulders, and fell on the exits of the four by-paths of the Bell Tower Street.
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e reporters also noticed that the deputy director Paul forgot himself, because the face of the deputy director Paul was too ugly and had metal gray color on, it's like the stone covered by the moss for decades in the river, it might incarnate into some kind of terrible monster at any time.
The reporters followed Paul Long's eyes to look over, suddenly they also sent out the surprised breath sound, especially that female reporter, she even covered her mouth and forgot herself to shout out a light voice.
The cool wind swayed on the flat and quiet Bell Tower Street, in this moment, countless fine footsteps sounded up, these footsteps were not in order and also not like the drum sounds, but they were too dense, so nobody knew there were how many people appeared in a moment.
The next minute, the masters of these footsteps appeared on the Bell Tower Street, a lot of people flowed out at the same time from the four entrances to the street. They occupied most of the place of the sidewalks and the street, the momentum was quite amazing, not only the walking on the street people and the several polices changed the complexion, even those indulged in coffee and alcohol East Forest residents, they were also surprised to look at the outside of the window.
More accurately to say, the poured out from the four entrances people were a group of youngsters, the oldest of these youngsters had the just about fifteen or sixteen years appearances, even some of youngsters had the dirt on their faces, they were also unknown up to ten years old yet or not.
These youngsters were wearing all kinds of clothes, but they had one very special unified thing and made people feared particularly, because they were all in black, the black jackets, the black T-shirts, and the black shirts. A boy looked like that he really couldn't find the black clothes in his home, he actually found a not-known how many years not-washed and was full of black mine dust green work clothes to put on!
More than one hundred not-known background youngsters, wearing the black clothes, looked like funny but still gave people infinitely oppressive feeling youngster, walked to the middle of the Bell Tower Street just like this, they walked to the front of the deputy director Paul and those several reporters.
The deputy director Paul had a step forward subconsciously; he stared fiercely at the one who was at the most front of the youngsters, because he knew the other party.
The female reporter backed a few steps subconsciously, she peeked at those youngsters' faces gingerly, she didn't know what on earth these dressed in black clothes youngsters come to here for, and whether her own personal safety could be guaranteed.
"It's just the daytime, not go to the school, what are you doing to come to here for?" the deputy director Paul had a shout very strictly. Normally when he had a roar, the gang leaders of the Bell Tower Street would run away immediately. But who knew today that these youngsters revealed the contempt look at the same time unexpectedly, all the people ignored him.
The leader of the youngsters obviously had the mature that didn't match with his age, he opened his that pair of big eyes and not shrank back to look at Paul Long, he said, "we have the right for petition!"
"Petition?" heard the word, the hiding behind the deputy director Paul female reporter braced up immediately, she showed out her that extremely fine makeup face and asked in the shivering voice, "what's the purpose?"
The leading youngster didn't answer to the reporter's question right away, instead he raised his right fist, and then people saw that there were seven or eight banners stretched up inside the group of the dressed in black youngsters immediately, there were big writing words in paint on them, it's very eye-catching.
"Resolutely against the regional protectionism!"
"Resolutely against the television signal control!"
"We want to watch the federal channel 23!"
"We want to watch Jane Sue!"
The smallest that boy wiped the dirt off from his face, at the top of his throat, shouted a few slogans in extreme grief and indignation. But his voice was too fresh characteristic and his face was too young, so he just gave the lovely and funny feeling instead.
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The female reporter thought that she had already caught the excellent news footage, but however, after she saw the appeals on those slogans, she had the silly eyes immediately; she looked at the deputy director Paul in a loss and asked, "This... This... What kind of people are these children?"
The deputy director Paul was in the critical state of getting angry at this moment, he held back his eyes from those ridiculous signs, bit his teeth and cursed fiercely, "a group of bastard orphans!"
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