Shinda pingzao stands quietly in front of the ruins of the peace hotel. He really hates it. He drives thousands of times and finally comes a step late. When he first sees the peace hotel which has turned into the ruins, Shinda pingzao feels that the sky seems to have collapsed.

the ruins in front of me are the burial place of my old friend Miyamoto Zhaoci. There were two people who said they laughed a few days ago, but now they are separated by heaven and man forever. All of these were given by the Chinese government.

"plop", Zhentian pingzao knelt on the ground and kowtowed three heads to...