If you look at Donglin from space, this is a beautiful planet. The blue waters and endless green fields on the surface of the planet, as well as the pale, pale, palpitating mines, are illuminated by the stellar light sprinkled through the particles in the sky, revealing an indescribable hazy beauty, like an oil painting that has been in place for many years, covered with the dust of history.

However, for the inhabitants and orphans of the East Forest District, the planet has nothing but stones. Even those green fields, in their resolute and numb eyes, were only some green turf covered in wealth and glorious history, and their gaze was only accustomed to looking through these turfs directly at the veins that the Donglin people longed for the most.

In terms of administrative planning, Donglin is a second-level administrative region, which has exactly the same administrative level as the three dazzling planets of the capital circle and the Xilin region. But in the hearts of the people of the Federation, the distant Donglin is actually a forgotten corner. In addition to the name of Donglin can be seen at the celebration of the 600th anniversary of the founding of the Federal Axe, many times, for those who live in a wealthy and civilized society, Donglin no longer exists.

There is only one planet in the Donglin Region, Donglin Star, which seems to be nonsense, but it is not nonsense, because the origin of the name of the Donglin Region is because of the Donglin Star, which shows that in the extremely distant past, this lonely planet hanging in the outermost part of the triangular galaxy has a great significance for the entire human society.

However, since the various types of ores in the Donglin Region have been mined, Donglin Star has become a gradually barren planet, where there are only stones, no ores, only stones.

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The people who have the ability to leave Donglin have already left here. With their professional skills and accumulated wealth, and through the sponsorship of their relatives in the Capital Star Circle or the Xilin Region, they successfully obtained a certificate of transfer of household registration, and left this increasingly lifeless place on flights that were becoming less and less due to energy shortages.

After all, the people who can get the certificate of transfer of household registration are a minority, and the semi-abandoned planet still has to maintain the lives of many people. In a society with a relatively developed material civilization, food and clothing are no longer a problem that human beings need to worry about, the people on Donglin Star are still living safely, social comprehensive social assistance still plays an extremely important role, currency is still circulating smoothly, and there are still companies, airports, food processing plants, mecha maintenance stations, computer connection centers, and even an armament base in this world.

There should be, there can be, all of them are in Donglin District, but they still can't hide a faint smell of old age, and the smell of death seeps out from the faces of people who have nothing to do, holding coffee and watching TV.

Thousands of years of ore mining have provided a steady stream of support for the federal society, like a great river that carries nutrients to the plains, but when the great river gradually dried up and became a small stream full of stench, the support that the federal society fed back was obviously not enough - because human beings have never felt happy just to be alive.

In thousands of years of history, the people of Donglin have cultivated the spirit of perseverance and hardship, and the continuous mining disasters in ancient times have not made them flinch in the slightest. However, all this in front of them made them feel a strong sense of sadness and helplessness. There is no mine to dig and nothing to do, from a certain point of view, the life without even a mining disaster is definitely not the life that Donglin people want.

The hard-working Donglin people have the title of Donglin Stone in the federal society, and today's Donglin people have become more and more silent and indifferent stones, and they have molded themselves into statues, pestles on the circle chairs and sofas at home that they are used to, and it seems that they will never move again.

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"In the life of fools, soap operas are enough. Bao Nongtao, deputy director of the Second Police Station of Hexi Prefecture, walked in the cool breeze of Zhonglou Street with a calm face, looking at the residents with numb expressions and drinking in the corner tavern, thinking like this in his heart.

Deputy Director Bao is also one of the stones of Donglin, his face is as unsmiling as a stone, and he has infinite deterrent power for the gang forces that haunt the darkness in the area of Zhonglou Street. When he patrolled the streets of the Bell Tower, the peddlers who sold bison meat in the black market would only flee at the speed of a warship, and with his terrible appearance in black uniform and the seven subordinates behind him, he was quite stylish.

However, Bao Longtao suddenly thought that there were three reporters by his side today, and he sighed in his heart, subconsciously fastened his collar button, turned around with a calm rhythm, and smiled more ugly than crying at the female reporter who was holding the microphone, like a stone suddenly blooming old skin.

"The security of Zhonglou Street has always been good......" Bao Longtao did not want to leave the female reporter with a frivolous feeling, and tried to tell as calmly as possible. This was a task issued by the Hexi Governor's Office, and Deputy Director Bao did not dare to slack off.

Sensing the director's discomfort, the subordinates of the Police Public Relations Division naturally picked up the conversation and began to talk to the reporters. Bao Longtao sighed in his heart and shook his head.

He has been in the Donglin Region for thirteen years, and he is still seven years short of the number of years stipulated in the Federal Political Axe Aid Regulations, but he really can't bear to stay in this place full of dead silence for another seven years, does he want to pass the time by watching TV every day like those unemployed miners?

However, the federal regulations are very strict, although the promotion in the Donglin District is extremely fast, but it must reach a certain number of years before he can be transferred back to the Capital Star Circle or the Xilin Region, although Bao Longtao also knows the peripheral members of several big families, but it is really impossible to let those families who act cautiously take action for him, the small director.

This is only a matter of making efforts on political achievements, and today Deputy Director Bao personally led reporters to Zhonglou Street with this in mind.

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The trace of confusion on Deputy Director Bao's face did not last long, and he was filled with a look of shock!

So much so that he didn't hear the female reporter's curious question, his eyes that wanted to kill directly swept over the female reporter's shoulders and threw them at the exit of the four branch roads of Zhonglou Street!

The reporters also noticed Deputy Director Bao's gaffe, because Deputy Director Bao's face was too ugly, a piece of iron blue, like a stone in a river that had been covered with moss for decades, and could turn into some kind of terrifying monster at any time.

The reporters followed Bao Longtao's gaze, and suddenly let out a startled inhalation sound, especially the female reporter, who covered her mouth and snorted softly.

The cool breeze blew on the straight and quiet street of Zhonglou Street, and at this moment, there were countless small footsteps, these footsteps were not neat, nor did they look like drums, but they were too dense, and I don't know how many people appeared for a while.

The next moment, the owner of these footsteps appeared on Zhonglou Street, and a large number of people poured out of the four alleys at the same time, quickly occupying most of the sidewalks and street corners, and the momentum was very amazing, not only by the pedestrians on the street and several police reporters, but even those Donglin residents who were addicted to coffee and alcohol also looked out of the window in surprise.

To be more precise, what came out of the four alleys was a group of teenagers, the oldest of these teenagers was only fifteen or sixteen years old, and some of them even had dirty faces and a clean piece, and I don't know if they were ten years old.

These teenagers are wearing all kinds of clothes, but there is a particularly uniform, especially frightening, because they are all wearing black, black jackets, black T-shirts, black shirts, one kid looks like he really didn't find black clothes at home, but he actually found a cyan overalls that have not been washed for I don't know how many years, full of black and black mineral ash!

More than 100 teenagers of unknown origin, dressed in black, looking funny but still giving people an infinite sense of oppression, walked to the middle of Zhonglou Street, and walked in front of Deputy Director Bao and the reporters.

Deputy Director Bao subconsciously took a step forward and stared viciously at the person in front of the teenager, because he knew the other party.

The female reporter subconsciously took a few steps back, cautiously peeking at the faces of those teenagers, not knowing what these black-clothed teenagers were here to do and whether their personal safety could be guaranteed.

"In broad daylight, don't go to school, what are you doing here!" Deputy Director Bao yelled very harshly, usually when he roared, the gang leaders on Zhonglou Street would be ruined, who knew that today these teenagers actually showed contempt on their faces at the same time, and they ignored him.

The leading young man obviously had a maturity that did not match his age, and with those big eyes, he looked at Bao Longtao without flinching, and said, "We have the right to petition!"

"Petition?" Hearing these two words, the female reporter who was hiding behind Deputy Director Bao suddenly lifted her spirits, stretched out her extremely delicate face with makeup, and asked in a trembling voice, "What purpose?"

The leading teenager did not immediately answer the reporter's question, but raised his fist in his hand, and saw that seven or eight slogans were suddenly stretched out in the group of black-clothed teenagers, with large characters written on them in paint, which were very eye-catching.

"Resolutely oppose regional protectionism!"

"Resolutely oppose the regulation of television signals!"

"We're going to watch Federal Channel 23!"

"We want to see Jian Shui'er!"

The youngest boy wiped the dirt from his face, pulled his throat, and shouted a few slogans with great sadness and indignation, but his voice was too clear, and his face was too upright, so it was full of cuteness and ridiculousness.

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The female reporter thought that she had caught an excellent news material, but when she saw the demands on those slogans, she was dumbfounded, and looked at Deputy Director Bao with some inexplicability and asked, "Is this ...... This...... Who are these children?"

Deputy Director Bao was already in a critical state of frenzy at this time, retracted his gaze from those ridiculous slogans, gritted his teeth and cursed in a low voice: "A group of bastard orphans!"

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(The feeling of writing is okay, but it's a little difficult, I'll adjust it slowly, let's raise it slowly)

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