The people of Kyoto woke up early to find that the world had changed. The streets were packed with cars and pedestrians. Traffic police officers were sweating profusely as they directed traffic. The traffic lights were no longer in use.
There were only two days left before the event. Being able to leave the city ahead of time was a great guarantee for their lives.
The traffic was congested, and the sound of horns blaring irritated the air.
The number of people suffering from road rage was increasing. This was a common problem for all Homo sapiens.
"What's going on?"
In an ordinary multi-story apartment, a struggling office worker slowly woke up. The apartment was 15 minutes away from the nearest train station. It was a very cheap location.
The man who had just woken up spoke with the accent of the Island Nation. It was obvious that even a decade of effort would not be enough to erase the mark completely.
After the foreign tourists and students had left, only people like him who had obtained citizenship could remain in the Island Nation. If he didn't stay in the Island Nation, he would have nowhere else to go. His plan to let his family experience the Island Nation's lifestyle had fallen through.
This was a good thing. After all, he had yet to make a name for himself in the Island Nation. If his family saw his current miserable state, they would only worry about him and blame him for the choice he had made in the past.
In order to better integrate into the Island Nation society, the young man had changed his surname to that of the Island Nation.
He took out his phone to browse the news to see if he had missed something while he was sleeping. Otherwise, there would be no reason for the roads to be filled with traffic.
He didn't even need to open his browser to check the news. The chat app group was already flooded with a bunch of news links.
A fierce firefight broke out in the high-end residential area of Kyoto.
The Night of a Hundred Ghosts came true.
The government took the initiative to evacuate the urban population.
A temporary relocation plan for more than a million people.
Hotels in Shiga and Osaka were fully booked.
This was a chat group set up by the Nanzaoshi people in Kyoto. The young man's eyes grew hazy as he read the messages. Why are things getting so confusing every month?
It took him a few minutes to finish reading the links before he finally snapped out of his daze.
So many things had happened last night!
The battle zone … wasn't the cheap place he rented. There were still two days before the Hungry Ghost Festival. How did things get so chaotic?
"I have to leave quickly!"
"I'd be a fool not to leave. I don't even need to pack my things. There's nothing valuable here anyway."
"But what about the company? If I don't go to work, will I be fired?
I just became a permanent employee. "
The pressure of survival made him suddenly stop. It was not easy to get this job in the bank. If he was fired, it would be over.
It would be difficult for him to find a job with a bad record, not to mention being a naturalized Island nation.
Staying in the capital might not necessarily mean death, but not having a job would definitely mean death.
But what if the banks were on holiday? Seeing the situation in the capital, the leaders would have to be reasonable.
With humanitarianism in mind, he opened the company's group chat, hoping to see the beauty in his imagination.
[Everyone in the financing department...]
However, not only did the ruthless boss not inform him of his vacation, he even assigned him a task.
What was he trying to do?
It was already the end of the world and they were still giving out missions. Did they really think that anyone would go to work?
How could work be more important than one's life? This group of heartless capitalists underestimated human nature and overestimated the power of money.
What a joke!
"Ding!"
Sitting on the familiar commuter subway, the social animal sighed in resignation. It was not that he violated human nature, but the smell of money was too fragrant.
Today, there were very few people on the commuter subway to the city center. Even the seats in the carriage were not full. If it was the usual rush hour, he would have to squeeze himself into the carriage with all his might, and he would have to hold the subway rail hand in hand with others.
The empty subway carriage made him feel a little sad. But then he thought about it and realized that the subway driver was just as miserable, so he immediately felt much better.
The closer he got to the company, the worse his mood became. However, when he arrived at the company building, he couldn't help but cheer and jump in joy.
The black police line surrounded the entire business district, and the guns in the hands of the guards were obviously not something to be trifled with.
There were armored vehicles and soldiers at every intersection, but these were not enough. The social animal wished that the number of soldiers would increase tenfold.
"Cool."
With a shiver, the social animal immediately took out his phone and turned on the camera. He quickly took pictures of the scene and sent them to the group chat. Then, he sincerely expressed how sad it was that he could not go to work at the company right now.
He wished that he could immediately break through the blockade and crawl into the cubicle, dedicate his heart to the development of the bank, and use his life to promote the completion of every business.
"Huff, huff."
Helicopters flew in formation between the buildings, flying in formation with live ammunition. They did not care about the feelings of ordinary citizens at all.
Since they were already fighting in the city, and there was also a military base responsible for evacuating the people, the Self-Defense Forces simply let go of themselves. The armored vehicles on the road and the helicopters in the air, other than the lack of direct control, were no different from the state of war.
"It's really not easy."
The traffic police on duty ate a simple meal. They were so tired that they wanted to lie down on the lunch box and sleep.
"Hold on for one more day. We will also have a holiday tomorrow afternoon."
"Holiday? The situation has really deteriorated to this point." The young police ate a few mouthfuls of rice, worried.
It was originally not a good working meal, and now that they were in a bad mood, it tasted like wax.
"I don't know. The specific situation is not for small fry like us to know."
The old police officer resigned himself to fate. "Have you found a place to stay in the surrounding area? The surrounding hotels seem to be fully booked. If not, I have an extra bed in the hotel I booked."
"Thank you very much, senior, but I plan to return to my hometown in the county."
The migration of more than a million people sounded like a lot, but just think about it. During the Chinese New Year every year, there would be tens of millions of people moving in the Imperial City alone. A million people would be scattered to the surrounding counties … It was still a huge migration.
Fortunately, it was only a few days before the Hungry Ghost Festival. If it were a permanent migration of a million people, the current cabinet might not be able to complete it even at the end of the term. Moreover, many people in the capital chose to seek refuge in the countryside or towns, far away from the bustling city. Not all of them fled to other cities.
However, the sudden surge in accommodation still caught the surrounding accommodation industry off guard.
The booking list was too sudden. By the time the hotel owners remembered to raise the price, all the rooms had already been booked. If they were to ask for a refund at this time and raise the price, they would be waiting for the Internet to take over.