In 1880, in San Antonio Bay in northern California, local people successfully thwarted a conspiracy to introduce low-end population into the community. The cause of the incident was that Blake, a rich man with leprosy here, had a whim and planned to build a small town somewhere in the bay to gather leprosy patients like him for treatment. The news broke out and public opinion was in an uproar. The mid-to-high-end residents of San Antonio believe that the introduction of a filthy low-end population such as leprosy patients is not only harmful to the image of the place, hindering the appreciation of real estate, and seriously affecting social stability!
However, the high-end crowd is clever after all. They quickly formulated a strategy, intervened in Blakes's charity project in the name of cooperation, and quickly grasped the movement of project funds. On a dark and windy night for a month, Blake took a boat to inspect the project site. At this time, the righteous men among the high-end crowd stepped forward, turned on the lights and sent false signals to induce the ship to hit the rocks and sink. Seeing that Blake and the crew were buried in fish belly, the righteous men returned triumphantly. The broad masses applauded their feat. Afterwards, everyone divided Blake's huge fortune uprightly, and everyone made a small fortune and was satisfied. It seems that a thrilling contest with the low-end population finally ended with the people of San Antonio Bay making a fortune. As a commemoration of victory, the golden cross made of Blake's wealth was enshrined in the local church and guarded carefully by a priest who complained about excesses. The priest kept a record of the causes and consequences of the incident and kept it secret. It was not until 100 years later that another priest in the church accidentally discovered an ominous prophecy in his long dusty notes:
They are coming back.
In 1980, the San Antonio Bay celebrated the centennial of the town. There are lights and festoons everywhere, beaming with joy. Just a few nights before the anniversary celebration, a strange fog suddenly floated on the distant sea. The transpiring mist shone in white light, and it approached uncomfortably. Someone saw the mast of an ancient sailing ship looming in the distance. It is said that there was a small boat on the sea at that time, and all the crew members disappeared mysteriously. At midnight in those few days, the fog also visited the embankment of the small town by the sea. Many people heard their doors and windows banging, as if someone was coming in from outside.
Finally, when it came to the anniversary celebration, the county mayor, town mayor, sheriff and local high-end celebrities gathered together to participate in the grand event. At midnight, just as the celebration was getting better, the fog suddenly swept across. Silent, overwhelming the sky, the shadow of the shadow shone with the cold light of the blade. The doors and windows of all houses made a dull loud noise, and when someone opened the door to check, a group of things suddenly appeared in the mist. Knives, iron hooks, blood-red eyes, and dark green claws, with the stench of moldy seaweed, turned the reckless victim into a victim in the night mist. The celebration ended and the massacre began, just like the hidden secrets that Blakes encountered in the dark night a hundred years ago.
They are back. With a deep hatred and curse, he came back.
Finally, a hundred years after letting the low-end crowd die, it's the high-end crowd's turn to accept the same fate.
Believers in the Law of the Jungle always believe that the world can only be the most violent in the world. They exercise authority, do whatever they want, and do not worry about the most despicable and shameless deeds with the most high-sounding rhetoric. They shout, history is written by victors! Bribe the souls of co-conspirators with bloody spoils. They weaved a set of myths about being transported by the heavens and beat the victims into demons. They try to make everyone self-deceive and forget one of the most basic facts:
It does not matter who is cleared, but who will be cleared is important.
At first they hunted down the Communist Party,
I am not the Communist Party, I do not speak;
Then they hunted down the Jews,
I am not a Jew, I do not speak;
After that, they hunted down the union members,
I am not a member of the trade union, and I continue not to speak;
Later they chased and killed Catholics,
But I am a Protestant, I still don't speak;
Finally, they rushed to me, and no one stood up to speak for me anymore.
So what about you, will it be next?
However, history is not always artificially fabricated. The truth will not disappear, it will always be recorded faithfully in a certain way, and in due course, it will be seen again; hatred will not disappear, it will be passed on as a lingering curse, so that the tyrants will be doomed. Waiting in fear for the doomed end. When Scipio Scipio saw the city of Carthage that was falling down in the raging fire, he suddenly recited the famous verse in "Homer's Epic": "One day, holy Ilion and Priam The people who carry the spear will perish", he was referring to Rome.
A prophecy……
The old nightmare of San Antonio Bay is fair. They just demanded an equivalent exchange, one life for another, until the golden cross that was burdened with heavy sins was handed over.
So how about you, will you be so lucky?
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