Strange wanderers are watching.
If ordinary people entered by mistake, they would reach this point and very few would survive. If not, what is their purpose? He has been peeping in secret. Is he an enemy or a friend?
Li Zheng immediately thought of the homeless man No. 11, but since he was hiding so well, why was he suddenly exposed now? The sight just now was too direct, and the figure flashed past the window...
It's a woman.
The other party exposed it intentionally, why? Want to lure him there?
What message do you want to convey?
In the blink of an eye, Li Zheng thought a lot and made a quick decision, "Zhongchun, withdraw!"
Although Zhong Chun didn't know why, trusting one's teammates was a basic requirement in combat. She immediately withdrew and followed Li Zheng in retreat. Of course, Su Qin couldn't let them run away and pursued them closely.
"Run? Aren't you going to kill me? Why are you running?!" Su Qin was also very cruel. He got ammunition from nowhere and blasted it with one shot, almost blowing up all the townspeople passing by.
Zhongchun finally managed to steady his pace, but Li Zheng next to him was still commenting, "It seems to be packed goods from the store. The store owner also kept some."
"You don't care where he got it from, where are we going?"
"Find someone."
Li Zheng kept walking and had a clear goal. Zhongchun didn't waste a moment. He glanced at Su Qin behind him from the corner of his eye and couldn't help but ask, "Where is he?"
"Since he can be resurrected, don't waste your efforts." Li Zheng said.
Zhongchun thought about it, cursed in his heart, and simply put Su Qin aside for the time being, not even bothering to look at him again.
Such a straightforward disregard, or tactical contempt, made Su Qin almost go crazy.
"Li Zheng! Zhongchun!!" Su Qin will never forget the day he was chased, intercepted and killed in the gap. It was these two people who helped the Qi Bureau and the police catch him.
But he's just hanging around outside, pretending to be a defender of justice?
Only when the butcher's knife falls on oneself, will people be afraid and will they uncover the hypocritical appearance and reveal the truth. Su Qin will always remember the last expressions and gestures of those he killed.
Li Zheng and Zhong Chun will be like this one day.
Yes, he remembers it all, he remembers all the hatred, all the past, he is Su Qin, is he himself? If he wasn't who he was, who could he be?
poison? World consciousness? When he kills the two people in front of him, he will take revenge.
Yes, that's it.
Su Qin's heart became firmer, but his eyes became more and more crazy. He watched Li Zheng and Zhong Chun disappear at the corner of the street. He couldn't catch up, so he didn't chase them at all.
He looked at it for a long, long time before turning and leaving.
Li Zheng and Zhong Chun rushed to the window as quickly as possible. The person who was peeping in the dark had left, but familiar charcoal marks were left on the wall next to the window.
Zhongchun looked thoughtful, "This is a guide sign. The English represents the direction, the numbers represent the distance, and the handshake pattern at the back. Is this meant to talk to us?"
The two looked at each other.
Zhongchun: "Are you leaving or not?"
Li Zheng: "Let's go."
That side, wear
Delivery workers wearing cat-ear helmets are receiving critical education on the streets of Shangfang City.
The car at the aid station was parked aside, and a young lady in a dark green uniform registered her basic information. Seeing that she was still wandering, he patted her shoulder gently, "Come back to your senses. Don't drive a battery car next time." Check your phone and obey the traffic rules. If you are lucky this time, you may not be lucky next time. You must not take any chances, you know?"
The girl nodded repeatedly, "I know, I know."
She was a little wilted. Who could have predicted what she would experience throughout the day, from extreme good luck to extreme bad luck, which seemed to only take a few hours. I delivered a takeaway during the day and it was actually delivered to the "protagonist". I delivered another takeaway at night and almost hit him.
Is this a problem of not being able to look at your phone while riding?
The girl at the rescue station told her: Yes.
The protagonists and villains are all fictitious. It is true that you cannot look at your mobile phone while riding a bike. No matter how thrilling your day is, no matter how big things happen to you, if you violate traffic regulations, you will have to receive education on the streets at midnight.
Listen to the loud barking, it seems that it has not gone far yet. Gunshots, shouts, and helicopters flying overhead all signal that something big is happening.
Both far and near.
Her mood was complicated and strange. The feeling of brushing against death just now still lingered in her heart, and the battle was still going on, but she seemed to have returned to her ordinary life, and was once again troubled by the need for daily necessities.
"You don't need to pay the fine today." The voice of the lady at the rescue station brought her thoughts back, "But your takeout order has exceeded the time limit. Please coordinate with the buyer and customer."
"It's okay. If they knew what happened to me, they might even pay me to tell them gossip." The girl touched her nose and didn't care much about it. Didn't she know the habits of Fangcheng people?
So does she.
Her curiosity was about to arouse, and she wanted to watch the big scene over there, but at the same time, she also knew how to write the word "seeking death", so she didn't dare to go because she was afraid of death.
Suddenly, she thought of some practical issues again, "By the way, are there any subsidies for my situation?"
The young lady has a round face and a particularly sweet smile, "Yes, your situation applies to Article 78 of the Special Subsidy Clauses, and the rescue station just received new donated materials today, and I will apply for you. But today is too It’s late, the moment of fluctuation is coming, go back and rest today, have a good sleep, and when you get up again tomorrow, maybe something good will happen.”
The girl was infected by her smile and couldn't help but feel relaxed, but she was still worried, "Is everything going to be okay over there?"
The young lady nodded affirmatively, "No, don't worry, we are all professionals."
At this time, her companion called her, and she turned around and answered, then told the girl to go home quickly, got into the rescue vehicle and left quickly. Girls know that they still have to be busy.
In the distant rescue vehicle, a pair of partners were talking.
Talking is to prevent sleepiness, to make jokes occasionally, and to add some color to life. A mint candy was thrown into his mouth, and the cool sweetness exploded in his mouth and went straight to his forehead.
"Hiss...this candy is really exciting."
"I heard that it is so that my troubled younger brother can study hard. The specially produced sugar has a concentrated effect.
Yes, can you not be enthusiastic? "
"The Cao family's propaganda is really strong, and they can use anything as a gimmick."
“How else can people become rich?”
The conversation continued, from the Cao family to the turmoil on the Internet.
"But I didn't expect that the protagonist would be him. When I first met him, he had just been fired from the company. At that time, I felt that his name was very similar to the protagonist."
"Isn't it fake?"
"It doesn't matter if it's fake, it's not bad if it's true."
"That's true."
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The car turned onto another street and the windows were rolled down. Looking out into the night sky, the helicopter's propellers made a rumbling sound, stirring the leaves on the roadside and shaking them.
Under the moonlit night, dogs barking and tree shadows pull back and forth in the lights of the modern city.
"The moment of volatility has come."
The hour hand crossed eleven o'clock.
The corridor on the second floor of the Gas Phase Monitoring Department was once again full of people standing behind the glass wall.
Yan Fei still stood together with Su Huizhi, his sharp gaze sweeping across the crowd, somewhat restrained. Xiao Fang from the logistics department came over to greet them knowingly, muttering that the situation was not good. Logistics is responsible for the distribution of materials. They know best whether the situation is good or bad.
"A lot of people in the bureau committed fouls today, and the infirmary is full. They even transferred a person from me to help. We are still like this, let alone the outside. Now everyone is working hard, and the supplies are okay, but the manpower is really not enough. ." Xiao Fang lowered his voice to avoid being heard, saying that he was damaging morale.
"Have you heard anything else?" Su Huizhi asked.
"I don't believe you are not as well informed as I am." Xiao Fang was suspicious.
"Aren't you busy with online things?" Su Huizhi explained.
"Then Captain Yan must know." Xiao Fang glanced at Yan Fei, then paid attention to his surroundings, and then whispered: "Let's look at the monitoring results tonight. If the results are not good, I heard that we will go to the hospital." Emergency plan."
As the saying goes, before the soldiers and horses move, food and grass go first. The emergency plan is a temporary control plan when Shangfang City encounters major changes. Other departments do not need to notify them in advance, but logistics does not. Including the "Letter to All Residents of Fangcheng" is actually a kind of foreshadowing.
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Xiaofang received the notice from the headquarters early and was so busy that he only had time to stop and say a few words.
Upon hearing this, neither Su Huizhi nor Yan Fei responded immediately. When the news came out, everyone had heard it more or less and was mentally prepared.
Everyone is gathered here at this moment, waiting for a result. The reason why so many people came is because everyone is very anxious and cannot wait for the news to reach their ears, so they want to come over and see for themselves.
If the city is still abnormal tomorrow, the impact of this abnormality on everyone's lives will be more than additive. It may only be a quantitative change at the beginning, but once the quantitative change leads to a qualitative change, everyone will go crazy together.
In the end, the crazy people suddenly returned to normal like those in the critical area of the Third Hospital.
Paper Man becomes Paper Man again.
The efforts of the first thirty years were all in vain.
No one wants to see that happen, so they all gather here, waiting for a miracle. But a miracle is a miracle because it is rare.
When everyone saw the monitor taking a step back from the monitoring device with a pale face,
Turning around and showing familiar gestures,
Their hearts sank.
Xiao Fang grabbed his hair and said, "It's over, the whole city is still abnormal."
Although he said this and looked very sad, Xiaofang's actions were not careless. He hurriedly said goodbye to Su Huizhi and Yan Fei, then turned around and went to work. The same goes for everyone else. Most of the people in the corridor dispersed in an instant, and the Qi Phase Bureau machine started operating at high power again.
The sound of hurried footsteps was like a machine being wound up, urging everyone to move forward, and also woke Wen Renjing and Que Ge from their sleep again.
Wen Renjing broke out in a sweat while sleeping. Hearing the hurried footsteps and voices outside, he was still a little frightened. No doubt he had a not-so-good dream.
Que Ge was much calmer. He raised his head and glanced at the clock on the wall. Knowing that the fluctuation time had arrived, he immediately opened the door and went out to call someone to understand the situation.
When she came back, she poured a glass of warm water and handed it to Wen Renjing, then looked at Yan Yueming, who was lying on the middle bed.
The gas phase bureau's infirmary is like a small clinic, with not only an infusion room but also wards and ordinary rest rooms. In this small rest room, there are exactly three beds.
Yan Yueming was still sleeping, but seeing him sleeping, Que Ge's heart suddenly rang with alarm bells. She walked forward quickly and put her hand on Yan Yueming's forehead, feeling a little cold.
But his face was rosy and he didn't catch a cold. The air conditioning is still on in the lounge, so it's hot.
"Are you sleeping?" Wen Renjing also looked over.
"Probably." Que Ge frowned, feeling that something was wrong with this situation. When she saw Wen Renjing opening his mouth, as if he was trying to wake Yan Yueming up, she quickly stopped and said, "Don't scream yet."
Wen Renjing was surprised, but thinking that Que Ge was not a random person, he immediately realized that something was definitely wrong, and quickly asked in a low voice: "What's wrong? What's the problem?"
Que Ge: "Junior is not a very heavy sleeper, right? He didn't even wake up due to such a big movement. At this juncture, it's better to be careful."
After finishing speaking, Que Ge quickly made a decision, "You stay here and I'll call someone."
Yes, go call someone.
Yan Yueming shouted in his heart.
He was actually awake, having woken up half an hour ago. But he is awake at the conscious level, but cannot wake up from the physical level. In other words, he is now like a conscious vegetative state.
In other words, like a paper figure held down by a paperweight.
He can no longer control his body. To use what Wen Renjing once said, it feels like a 3D soul cannot fit into a 2D body.
But he is still better than a vegetable, because he can not only see but also hear. Instead of directly using the senses to receive the picture, the feeling is very strange, as if you can see without the eyes, and hear without the ears.
He was lost in this wonderful feeling for a long time, and finally realized, could this be the world of consciousness?
The consciousness of the world is weakening and it is irreversible, so we fight back on the verge of death. Its fundamental purpose is not the death of human beings, but the death of self-consciousness.
He can't wake up at the moment. Is his self-awareness suppressed?
This is almost like "ghost pressing the bed".
During this long half hour, Yan Yueming thought a lot. Although there are
Scared, but his mental state was relatively stable. He went from analyzing the current situation, observing his surroundings, to speculating on the purpose of world consciousness, and finally started to give himself and his seniors CP names, which was boring.
Before Wen Renjing and Que Ge discovered him, he was thinking about another question.
That is, Xiang is the consciousness of the world. Logically speaking, it should know everything. So does it know who the senior likes?
Yan Yueming couldn't make a sound, but he was in a state of consciousness now. What a mysterious state, could he ask directly? This is called communication at the conscious level, and it is an advanced communication method without middlemen to make profit.
he asked, shouting with his soul.
But no one answered him.
It seems that he doesn't know about it either.
The senior is indeed a mysterious man, and even the consciousness of the world cannot pry into his thoughts. Or perhaps the world consciousness is too weak.
Thinking of this, Yan Yueming felt as if she had been struck by a shield. He felt as if he had been pushed into the water. The water was still black and had no ripples at all.
He was in pain.
So angry, struggling, and denounced.
The denunciation of a weak man was light and soft. He opened his eyes in the water, and there seemed to be a huge and different shadow in the water. It was a silent terror.
Yan Yueming felt his soul tremble, as if the world was about to close and a hydraulic press was about to squeeze him into a thin piece of paper. But there are advantages to being too small for a weak person. Even if there is only a gap between heaven and earth, he can live in it.
He just wants to fall in love, but the world treats him like this, which shows that the world is unreasonable.
He wants to pry a way out of this gap.
What to pry with?
Yan Yueming couldn't touch the tool he was using, but he felt his own bones. So he pulled out one of his bones and pried it with all his might.
"Hey, is he going to open his eyes?"
Wen Renjing's own eyes widened and he looked at Yan Yueming without blinking, full of surprise, "Hey, they're closed again."
Yan Yueming felt a little aggrieved when she heard his voice.
Although he felt very wronged, he still had to continue to pry because he did not want to be a manipulated paper person. If he only lives in one setting, then a character like him will probably never interact with his seniors in his life.
Not only the seniors, but also teachers, seniors, primary school principals, and the grass carp prince. Now that he has unlimited possibilities, he will no longer want to fall into a pool of stagnant water.
He will wake up.
Yan Yueming thought so and pried harder. He vaguely heard something happening outside, something had gotten worse, and everyone was anxious, but he couldn't control it. He could only save himself first.
Save yourself first before thinking about others. My aunt said, this is the first step in life.
But his bones were as fragile as his character, and they broke with a "snap".
He didn't believe in evil, so he took out another one casually, thinking that one chopstick is easy to break, two chopsticks are easy to break, but one chopstick is not easy to break, so he smoked a bunch of them.
Big stick bones can be used to make soup.
He shook his head to put his wandering thoughts back on track, and then diligently inserted the pile of bones into the cracks in the earth. Looking at those bones, he thought that he seemed to be missing a mechanical device that could control these bones.
Machinery changes the world, science and technology are the primary productive forces!
It's leverage!
It's Archimedes!
It’s human civilization! Natural truth!
"Dong--" The sudden sound of drums made him stagger.
But where did the drum sound come from? Yan Yueming used the bone as a crutch, tilted his head, and listened carefully. It was like the sound of a big drum. It was a very, very big drum. Although he had not seen it with his own eyes, he miraculously felt that he could imagine it, such a big drum, and someone was beating the drum.
Listen, here we go again.
"Dong——"
The drum head was vibrating and there was echo.
"Dong——"
The ground is cracked. Yan Yueming was pleasantly surprised to find that the gap under his feet also widened, his body became lighter, as if the weight on him had been lightened, his soul began to float, and familiar sounds came to his ears again.
"Xiao Ming? Xiao Ming? Yan Yueming? Wake up!"
"Dong——"
Yan Yueming opened her eyes. !
