The staff officer sitting in the back seat took out a small flat copper box from his pocket, knocked it against the door glass, took out the dried tobacco and twisted it with his fingers, twisting it into a small cluster, and then picked it from the buttocks of the buddy next to him. He pulled out the notebook from underneath, tore off a piece of white paper, spread it on his thigh, rolled the yellow and dry tobacco into a thin paper tube, pressed it lightly, held it in his mouth and asked for a lighter from others:
"Brothers, do any of you have a lighter?"
A lighter was thrown from the front seat:
"Damn it, are you eating alone? Does this invisible person have a share? Give me one too."
"It's not that I won't give it to you. It's true that the landlord's family has no food left. This box of tobacco was left to me by a friend who passed away. It's a relic." The intelligence department staff member lit the cigarette in his mouth and puffed out the smoke. "But this box of cigarettes was also left to him by others. I don't know how many hands he passed it to. Every time I take a puff of this cigarette, I remember them."
"Then I'll apply to be the next one." The staff officer in the front seat raised his hand, "When you die, remember to leave it to me, and let me remember you."
"piss off."
"It's a rare trip. If we have the chance, we can search and search to see if there is anything useful in these abandoned houses. If we can find tobacco and alcohol, that would be great."
"Don't count on it. We've searched and dug all over the place."
"There must be good things in those big cities. Most of the supplies that were evacuated in a hurry are still in place. Wuhan, Zhengzhou, Guangzhou, etc., but it's a pity that they are too far away from us."
"Wuhan is gone. The three towns of Wuhan now only have a large circular crater with a radius of 20 kilometers. The bottom of the crater is the lowest point in the world. After all, the Mariana Trench is only 11,000 meters deep, while the Wuhan Depression is 20,000 meters deep. meters deep.”
"Did Bo Angel do it?"
"Bo Angel did it."
While everyone was talking, Chen Yu suddenly hit the brakes. The two people in the back seat almost flew into the front seat. If they didn't have seat belts, they would have broken through the windshield.
"Boar."
Without waiting for others to scold her, Chen Yu pointed ahead. Sure enough, a large group of wild boars dragged their families across the road. There were weeds as tall as a person on both sides of the road. It would not be surprising if any animals jumped out.
The wild boars must have never seen the iron tortoise running at high speed on land. They cast curious eyes. The leading boar was slightly hostile and wary. It saw that there were four strange things among the iron tortoise that it had never seen before. A creature with pig eyes and big eyes and small eyes. Before the few people in the car could decide whether to kill a wild boar for a meal, the boar and his whole family burrowed into the grass beside the road.
The car stopped so sharply, and then it stopped starting.
Bah, this is a broken Toyota.
Wearing raincoats, the two got out of the car and opened the trunk to check the LNG tank. Chen Yu and his colleagues unfolded the map to check their driving route.
"It's still 40 kilometers further along the Shanghai-Chongqing Expressway to reach the Fenghuangzui Lion Rock area, which is what was photographed in the remote sensing report." Chen Yu drew a circle on the map with a pen, "That black line passes through The entire Sichuan Basin cuts straight into the Tibetan Plateau.”
"Say, what do you think that is?" asked the staff officer in the passenger seat.
"There is no doubt that it is an angel, but we have never seen such an angel." Chen Yu said, "It is most likely a new type. How old is it?"
"No. 093."
"His grandma's, if this continues, three digits will not be enough." Chen Yu said, "Why are these ghosts so endless and endless?"
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Equally endless are the heavy rains.
On that long afternoon, Chen Yu's old Toyota was skidding while running on the Shanghai-Chongqing Expressway. Rain pattered on the window glass. The outside world seemed to be trying to invade this small space, but it was blocked by the aluminum alloy door. Outside. The four people in the car were all a little depressed. They were depressed because mankind might be about to face a new and unknown angel, and no one could tell whether it would bring about the final doomsday.
Shang Lu said that the finale happened on August 27, 2019, but Chen Yuxin didn’t believe it either. He believed it because he thought it was reasonable for this day to happen at any time, but he didn’t believe it because he thought the time might not be accurate to the specific date— —If Phytolacca said that human society would be finished within three years, then Chen Yu would believe it.
"Turn right ahead and exit the highway."
"Do you know the way?" Chen Yu said, "Are you sure it's the intersection ahead?"
"No problem, turn down from the intersection in front, take Minsheng Avenue through this industrial park, and then get on National Highway 243."
The abandoned and dilapidated industrial park is located in the rain curtain, with large and small buildings and yards, rusty iron gates and railings. Some of them are chemical companies, and some are food companies.
From a certain perspective, they are relics of human civilization, and Chen Yu feels very sad.
Soon the national highway came to an end, and they drove into the country road, almost into the jungle. In the southwest, where there is abundant rain and a warm climate, it only takes five years for humans to disappear for plants to take over all space. The car turned seven times on the road. In Baguai, I occasionally saw residential houses through weeds and shrubs. The person holding the map named place names along the way - Lujia Pass, Yanjinggou, Xishan Village, Zhujiacao. No one knew whether those abandoned villages were called this. Name, can only bite the bullet and go down.
Chen Yu slowed down his driving speed and reminded everyone to pay attention to the surrounding environment.
Judging from the photos in the remote sensing report, the traces left by the angels on the ground are dark straight lines, but after all, it is an image taken by a high-altitude drone, and what exactly that straight line is is still open to debate.
After analysis by the Guanyin Bridge Joint Finger Center Organization, it is believed that there is a high probability that it is a ravine. The extremely straight ravine is the trace cut by the angel on the ground.
So far, no angel has left such traces, so people generally believe that this is an angel that has never been observed. Its shape, size, measurement, and whether it poses a threat are completely unknown. Such a ghostly angel, actually It passed by 151 and was discovered only after crossing the entire Sichuan Basin.
If it were a terrifying monster like the Wave Angel, then human society would have been destroyed by now.
"Where is the closest point to us? Feng Jiashan, right?" Chen Yu asked.
"Yes...Feng Jiashan, just ahead." Someone replied, "Commander, we have to hurry up, it will be dark in two hours."
After approaching the destination, Chen Yu stopped in the middle of the road. The car could not go up the mountain, so he had to walk. There was no road up the mountain and it was all dense grass.
Chen Yu put on his raincoat, folded a slender wooden stick, and got in.
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Shanglu sat at the door of the dormitory, looking at the rain falling on the eaves.
"Supervisor." Shen Jiang finished taking a shower, got dressed, and sat on the chair behind him to wipe his hair. "I'm going to tell you a story. Do you want to listen?"
