Chapter 282

Like the second hand passing by, the voting began at the moment of great attention and silence.

At least when the guide reporter cut the screen back to the website at the end of .org, the number of visitors updated at the bottom in real time had exceeded the 500,000 mark, and it quickly rose at a rate of change that was not recognized by the naked eye.

I don't know since when a small button called "View Voting Data" appeared on the site.

Many people subconsciously move the mouse to the small convex button, but when they really want to click, many people's fingers rest on the left mouse button and feel a puzzling heartbeat.

I support the execution of criminals-88.5% 905 people

I do not support the execution of criminals-11.5% 118 people

"This is a real-time poll result 5 minutes after the official poll was turned on, and it is not surprising."

Said the male anchor of Yongchuan Satellite TV news room.

...

Minjiang First Prison.

Yan Guiqiu couldn't stay any longer, he felt that he had been locked up for at least a day and night.

If it weren't for the extremely simple light bulb on the ceiling that was still glowing yellow, he thought he had entered the grave.

At the beginning, he also tried to talk to three other big brothers, but no one ignored him. After all, the prison was a very strict place.

Then he tried to knock on the iron door of the small black room. The police officer who brought him in before claimed to be Huang, said "Shut up, wait" at the door, and didn't respond to him again.

He could only squat in the corner of the small black room, keeping a less deliberate distance from Zhao Yi sitting on the lower bunk, Qianbao lying on the upper bunk, and Sun Zhen leaning on the corner.

But this can't relieve his anxiety at all. It is said that those who committed the homicide have evil spirits. He didn't have too much experience of this before, but as time passed by meaninglessly, he felt more and more that The dark room is like a real ferocious spirit.

The big brothers can't help it ...

Thinking of this, he just couldn't help shrinking his neck.

Just then, Zhao Yi, who had been sitting with a golden sword in Malaysia, stood up.

Before waiting for Yan Guiqiu to react, a pair of big hands fell from the sky and clamped his neck tightly.

Zhao Yi moved too fast, Yan Guiqiu's eyes were black, he was lifted like a chicken, and threw it on the iron gate.

For a moment, Yan Guiqiu bumped his head sorely that he couldn't breathe, his brain was completely covered, and even the struggling energy couldn't make it happen, he just felt like he was going to die.

Suddenly, there was a loose back, and the iron door, which had been closed for a long time, finally opened.

Yan Guiqiu sat down on the ground, and Zhao Yi released him. There was still a white flower in front of him, and he could only breathe around his neck.

In the dimness, a pair of black leather boots appeared in his field of vision, and the upper was polished so brightly that it could reflect the appearance of his sharp-mouthed monkey cheek for the rest of his life.

Yan Guiqiu looked up and saw the indifferent police officer.

The other side held four white envelopes and handed one of them to him.

"Remove."

He heard the man say this to him.

Huang Ze stood in this small black room with cement and a light **** smell, trying to keep calm.

He knows how many citizens are watching the live broadcast through the installed cameras. His every move represents the highest position of the police and will be watched and chewed again and again by the media and the public ...

Even he himself will be cleaned up like these four criminals. He really hates this feeling, but there is no way, because Lin Chen asked him to be here to execute the most important part of the entire plan:

Prevent these four people from inexplicably dying during the voting process, and perform the task of taking them out of the dark room or killing them after the voting results come out. Of course, Huang Ze never thought that the former results would happen.

Therefore, this task is doomed to be cruel, and it is really suitable for him to complete.

Huang Ze sneered in his heart, but there was no expression on his face.

He took two steps in the dim cell and handed out the remaining three envelopes.

He didn't know what it meant for Lin Chen to play something similar to the trick, because he had opened the four letters before reading it and had exactly the same content.

Probably to show respect for the sacrifice, Lin Chen did not use a photocopier, but copied the letter himself four times.

In the letter, Lin Chen explained to the four why they were selected and what happened to them within 24 hours.

Lin Chen even briefly explained the voting rules and fairness guarantee in the letter. Huang Ze felt that these contents were pure fuel.

Sure enough, while he was waiting for the four to read the letter, someone had started tearing the paper.

Huang Ze raised his head slightly, sleeping on the upper floor scammer showing his fat head, his eyes were cold and evil, he tore Lin Chen's handwritten letter into pieces, and snow-white confetti threw his whole face.

Just looking for death! Huang Ze thought this way, but warned Qian Bao politely: "If I were you, I would try to be gentle and frugal, and ask the audience in front of the TV to let you go."

The reason why he dares to say this is because he is now facing away from the camera, and Lin Chen specifically asked not to record audio in the small black room.

The black fat scammer laughed, but his tone was ruthless: "If you have a seed, kill me." He said facing the camera, and compared with his middle finger, "I will not look down on you if I don't kill him."

Hearing that Huang Ze still shrugged, the criminal is a criminal, which is unreasonable.

While Qian Bao's sneer full of sneer was still echoing in the dark room, Huang Ze heard a very weak and weak question sound at his feet.

"This ... Mr. Police ... must be wrong?" The voice was sharp and thin, basically not like a normal man's voice.

But when he looked down at the creature like a black mouse near his feet, he could understand why this man's voice was like this.

Greed, timidity, wincing, panic ...

The words almost covered the man's face, which was disgusting. He believed that those in front of the TV must also have the same opinion as him.

Yan Guiqiu held the letter, his hands were shaking, and his eyes were soaked. He tentatively asked him, "Court Huang ... why did you choose me?"

"The letter said, completely random sampling, but just happened to get your number."

"No ... not ... I ... why is it me?" Yan Guiqiu was still immersed in a huge incredible, and did not have any sense of fate. He turned the letter upside down and looked at it several times, eagerly saying: "I ... I am I was released after my sentence expired. How could I be elected? This must be a mistake. "

Huang Ze looked down at him without speaking.

"I just had bad luck. I didn't steal anything valuable and broke my leg. How could I be so bad?" Yan Guiqiu was crying anxiously, like suddenly thinking of something, he grabbed his trouser tube as if caught Life-saving straw, begging, "Can you substitute Mr. Police Officer, smoke again, smoke again, please!"

The lean man shouted sternly, but the little sympathy that Huang Zegang had just made disappeared after this sentence.

He didn't know what hope Lin Chen had, but he really felt that being able to use these four **** to save other innocent people was the best deal in the world.

...

Huang Ze is not the only one with the same idea.

At least on the official website at the end of .org, the "birth and death" ratio with the increase in the number of voters is close to 2: 8.

Although it seems that more people do not support killing criminals in exchange for antidote, considering that this is the result of a sharp increase in the number of people participating in the vote, this is still a very scary and huge ratio.

Many people are even more shocked to find that the police or, more accurately, the government is not kidding.

Around 8.30 pm, some of the civic squares and public outlets that should have been silent turned on the lights again and became lively again.

At that time, some aunts and uncles had not completely evacuated from the square dance position. Some delivery trucks brought tents to the outside of the small square. Trained staff who did not look like ordinary construction workers carried the tent from the car Take five minutes to set up the big one of the hut.

These tents looked like they were drawn from government reserves, brand new unopened, rainproof cloths that shone brightly under the lights.

After setting up the tent, the staff removed several tables and chairs from the truck, and then evacuated in an orderly manner, as if rushing to the next location.

Seeing people gone, the children who had not finished the bend took their parents' hands and came to the tent house.

Someone reached out with a chubby hand and poked tentatively at the iron pillars, while the brave ones had opened the curtains and got in and out of the tent, having fun.

Similar scenarios are being played out in all three provinces. The reason why we need the government is that he is really very powerful.

Many activity centers that had been closed turned on at almost the same time. Some people were organizing tables and chairs, and some people took thick sealed boxes, looking at tens of thousands of them with tired and uncertain eyes. Blank voting.

At night, the crowds outside each tent house gathered more and more.

Some residents even went downstairs wearing slippers to see these facilities that were set up within five minutes.

The police have not yet officially announced the specific process of offline voting through Yongchuan Satellite TV, but looking at these tents, many residents can link it to what happened today.

"I rely on, you pinch me, am I dreaming, seriously?" The white-collar worker who just left office pushed his friend who lived with him by the side of the crowd and looked at the tent under the tree incrediblely.

"If you're sick, you can vote online. You can vote on the spot. It's as big as choosing a president." His colleague swiped his phone, looked up indifferently, and continued chatting with his girlfriend.

In the WeChat window, the girl replied-"Several bad guys, the police have already exploded because they can't catch it. What can you think of, what antidote for the lives of the four criminals? It ’s almost like losing your face! 】

"Wife, you're right." The man typed wisely, and said, "Anyway, it has nothing to do with us. Let me talk about where you want to go on weekends ..."

When he pressed the send button, there seemed to be a bustling voice in front of him, but this could not attract him to look up.

A new line of responses jumped out— [My mom is crazy and asked me when I can go downstairs to vote. Middle-aged women in their fifties like to have fun. 】

"If the old lady really wants to make fun, you can teach her to pull down by online voting."

Immediately, a roll-eyed expression appeared in the chat window, which fully reflected the girl's dissatisfaction. The man playing the mobile phone smiled in the night and opened the official government-published Internet voting address with a browser.

Outside the park, completely different government vehicles stopped.

The people who got off the bus this time were replaced by government office workers in suits and leather suits. They had the national emblem on their chests, and each of them carried a large cardboard box in their hands.

At night, those young faces seemed extraordinarily serious, as if to do something that must be strictly done.

The man who just signed up for online voting inadvertently looks up and sees this scene.

His cell phone rang softly with a short message alert tone, which was a real-name authentication verification code.

7086 is a very simple four-digit number. As long as you press the confirmation key after entering these four numbers, you can get the voting qualification.

But at that moment, outside the crowd and in the dark night, he found that he had heavy fingers and did not have the courage to enter the verification code.

Young people in uniform suits opened the curtains, drove the children away, and moved the cardboard boxes into the tent.

Around the tent, they moved quietly as they moved.

Everyone stood stunned, people watched the lights in the tent suddenly turned on, and then suddenly realized that the vote was real, the government was not joking, and it was just a joke because they were not joking.

Gradually, no one can laugh.