Earth, Sierra Leone time at 22:37.

The Republic of Sierra Leone, the capital of Freetown, temporary prison.

The meaning of temporary prisons is that from 20:00 on May 11, 2012, all cities in Sierra Leone have already been full, but new customers are endless.

In order not to disappoint the gentlemen who arrived later, the police in Sierra Leone thoughtfully requisitioned hundreds of schools, dormitories, factories and houses.

When the iron door was temporarily installed opened, a gentleman with a bruised nose and a blood-stained man staggered into the cell.

The poor guy got up from his feces and looked around with confused eyes. This was a cell that was obviously converted from a pigpen. The air was filled with a stench. Four unfortunate gentlemen had been loaded into the small cell, three of whom were squeezed into one, and the last one had his head lowered and shrank in the corner.

"Hey..." The three of them huddled together moved at the same time, giving up a small piece of short stool under their butts, and the short man sitting next to him waved: "New, come, sit down...what's your name?"

"I...I..." The newcomer wiped his nose, wiped away the blood marks, walked over timidly, but did not sit down: "My name is Aruba."

"Sit, Aruba..." The short man stretched out his hand and told Arubara to his side, "Tell me, what did you do? Why were you arrested?"

"I...I don't know, I was walking on the street, and then suddenly..." As he said, Aruba secretly looked outside the cell, on the other side of Tieshan, a dark-skinned local Sierra Leone policeman stood carefully in the corner. Next to him were more than a dozen fully armed, murderous, blond and blue-eyed NATO soldiers.

Aruba pointed carefully: "...a few such people rushed over, held me and beat me up... and then I'm here..."

"What did you do?" asked the short man.

"I...I didn't do anything! I was really walking..." As he said, Aruba began to shed tears.

"You must have committed a crime." The short man shook his head: "Think carefully, what did you do at that time?"

"At that time... there was an iron bird flying in the sky. I looked up for a while and found it very interesting."

"You're laughing?"

"Yeah...it seems to be..."

“When?”

"Just just now, just before I came in."

"I know, Aruba, you got into trouble, you laughed at the wrong time. There was a cartoon moving in the sky, and it was almost time for the painting to finish."

"Picture! Oh my God! Painting!" Aruba grabbed his hair, pulled it hard, and began to cry: "...I have nothing to do with the picture! I don't know the picture! I don't know someone who knows the picture! Oh my God... I'm done... I'm done... Mom..."

"Oh..." The four people next to them sighed at the same time.

well……

Poor child.

After crying for a while, Aruba slowly raised his head, "Where are you, why are you here?"

"Oh..." The short man sighed: "Like you, I have something to do with the picture... I went home from the store, and the neighbor upstairs asked me if I could bring some wine for him. I had no money on me, so I shook my hand at him, and it was related to the sky..."

"As for me..." said the person next to the short man: "I live at home, with the mirror next to the window. It was probably because there was something wrong in the location, so I looked the picture from the sky into the mirror, and then came here."

"You guys are much better. I'm drunk in the tavern and wake up here. The police said someone next to me talks about the pictures in the sky and ask me to stay here for a few days."

"Where are you?" Aruba looked at the last one who was huddled in his head and huddled in the corner.

The last one immediately had a cold war, turned around, without saying a word, and his head drooped lower.

"Don't talk to him." The short man quickly grabbed Aruba, "He was just robbed and accidentally injured the two people. No big deal..."

After a few words, the cell soon disappeared and everyone was worried.

After a while, three soldiers came in, the local police opened the cell, and the soldiers took the gentleman at the innermost part of the bench out.

After a while, three new soldiers came and took another gentleman away.

In this way, fewer and fewer people next to Aruba, and no one was taken back. In the end, only Aruba and the gentleman with his head hanging down in the corner were left in the cell.

Not long after, the "clang" sounded again in the cell. After this "clang", the three soldiers picked up Aruba, carried him through two doors, and stuffed them into a big house.

This is an interrogation room.

There are four seats in the big house, and there is a local Sierra Leoneian gentleman at the edge, and the rest are all blonde and white-skinned gentlemen.

There are no seats in Aruba.

The interrogation began soon.

The interrogator sitting in the middle began to ask questions, first of all, his name, age, address, and Aruba answered honestly.

After confirming the basic situation, the interrogator looked at the documents in front of him, "Do you know that the fire broke out in the Office of the Revolutionary United Front on May 8, 2012?"

"I know, I'm living next to you..."

The interrogation officer nodded and wrote down the interrogation record next to him: the assassination was already known.

"When did you start to notice visions in the sky?"

“I saw it at the beginning.”

The interrogator wrote: Pay close attention to the development of the situation.

"What were you doing when you were caught here?"

“I was walking down the street and was about to buy some wine.”

The interrogator wrote: Prepare to purchase weapons and supplies.

"Do you have anything to say?"

"I didn't do anything, I didn't know anything, let me go... let me go... woo..."

The interrogator wrote: Have a certain sense of anti-reconnaissance and may have received some training.

"Okay, sign it."

“I can’t write…”

"Bang!" A butt stock hit Aruba's head. The next moment, a strong arm grabbed Aruba's thin right hand, dipped it in some fresh blood flowing from Aruba's forehead, and pressed the fingerprints on the first confession.

"Okay, take it away..."

Waving his hand, the interrogator finally wrote: Preliminary identification, serious suspicion, and sent it to the base for further interrogation.

Three soldiers clamped Aruba and walked out of the room and stuffed it into a car.

"Where is this...going?" The road became more and more desolate, and Aruba was worried and finally couldn't help asking the driver in front of him.

Another stock answered to Aruba.

Half an hour later, a car carrying Aruba appeared at the door of an emergency-built NATO temporary base.

Ten minutes later, a car appeared again at the base gate.

Aruba did not appear again.

forever.

Thirty-eight national interests (Part 2)

Earth, 6:37 am Beijing time on May 11, 2012.

The U.S. Embassy in China.

"What? What did you say? China agreed?"

The US Ambassador to China, Mr. Boris couldn't believe his ears. The ambassador suddenly stood up and didn't look at the pile of documents falling from the desk in front of him.

"No, Mr. Ambassador, it's not just agreeing...you see..."

As soon as he entered the door, the counselor who made a special trip to send good news quickly opened the blinds: "...Mr. Ambassador, China not only agreed, but even unilaterally fulfilled our requirements! The astronomical phenomena ended early on the 11th!"

Outside the window, the gray sky was so gloomy that even the clouds could not see clearly.

It is exactly the same as the most ordinary sky in Beijing three days ago.

"This...this is impossible..."

Boris quickly rubbed his eyes, staring into a semi-circular circle, and then quickly opened his sleeves. Yes, at 6:37.

"How is this possible?" Putting down the sleeves, the ambassador's lips trembled and murmured to himself: "...It's really over early...How is this possible? How could China agree to such a proposal..."

"Mr. Ambassador, maybe the conditions we provide are too superior, and China has a temporary..."

"Shut up, you idiot!" Boris' voice suddenly increased several times. "Contact Washington immediately and ask about the latest changes in the astronomical events!"

The counselor quickly left the room, as if he would be burned to ashes by the flames spurted out of Boris' tired eyes.

The sound of closing the door sounded.

Looking at the gray sky again, looking at the watch on his wrist, Boris sat down again, with deep wrinkles appearing on his forehead.

This is impossible...How is this possible...

The conditions are too superior?*! This idiot...

It has been nearly four days since the first time the astronomical event occurred.

For four days, although countries have not had a unified opinion on whether to publicly announce the matter, whether they have simply admitted that during the period of the astronomical incident, all countries have repeatedly tried their best to fabricate various strange reasons and issued emergency warnings to their citizens that they may be injured at any time through various channels.

It is conceivable that under such circumstances, all countries, fields and industries on earth will inevitably begin to bear various serious losses.

It is also conceivable that the severity of this loss must be directly normally distributed from China.
To be continued...