The end of the world seems really coming.
Yan Yueming heard the movement outside through the curtains. Even though she was in a warm room, sitting on the soft sofa, she still felt bitingly cold. The heavy rain and hailstones continued, and judging from the sound, the number of hailstones was gradually becoming larger than the raindrops, making a tinkling sound all over the world.
The temperature continues to drop.
There were exclamations from upstairs and downstairs from time to time, and even the NPCs who were used to seeing the weird things on the ground were scared. The hooligans volleyed and even blocked the sun. The sky and the earth were gloomy. It felt like the sky was going to fall and hit you on the head. You had to lower your head and use your shoulders and back. To bear this pressure, the bones still made a tooth-piercing crunching sound.
At the same time, there was a rustling sound like rodents biting, which was cold and penetrating, like a cool breeze going straight into people's ears.
Yan Yueming sat on the sofa, not daring to move at all. Li Zheng stood by the window. The skilled artist boldly opened a corner of the curtain and looked out.
There was black mist billowing in the gloomy sky. Several big hooligans collided with each other and jostled each other in the sky. And those alien fish that make up the hooligans, rotten, with only bones left, etc., are biting each other. They made those rustling sounds, rolling and fighting in the black mist, becoming more and more terrifying and ugly.
The falling rain is like the blood shed in the fighting, bringing disaster to Hu Di.
The crooked building was swaying in the wind and rain, and the fox on the giant kite was also watching from a distance. It growled at the hooligans. The kite lit up, making it the brightest color in the world that was closest to a hooligan. But the fox was only on the kite, and it couldn't really scare away the huge hooligan that covered the sky and the sun.
The hospital's red cross sign was still on, so far away I couldn't hear what was going on there, but the crematorium was ablaze again.
The flames soared into the sky, and even the heavy rain could not completely suppress it. After a while, the place was filled with thick smoke and it was impossible to see anything clearly.
Li Zheng didn't look much, put down the curtains and returned to the sofa. His friend happened to bring afternoon tea, a pot of fragrant milk tea, and some homemade toast and cookies.
This friend has a baby face and looks younger than Yan Yueming. He has short chestnut hair, is wearing off-white home clothes and an apron, and his name is Hu Fei.
Hu Fei's family lives in 801, Building 1. Before entering, Yan Yueming asked Li Zheng his true identity, but Li Zheng said he didn't know. Yan Yueming was a little surprised because Li Zheng didn't know his true identity before his death, which meant that when Li Zheng met Hu Fei, he was already an NPC, but he said he was his friend.
Senior makes friends with NPC?
"You guys eat slowly." Hu Fei's voice was low, his smile was a little shy, he put down his things and returned to the kitchen.
Li Zheng then answered Yan Yueming's question: "Although I don't know who he is, after so many years, I can roughly guess it. He is not a specific person, but a collection of countless people."
Yan Yueming was slightly startled, then said: "People keep dying here, keep iterating?"
"He is one of the earliest aborigines here." When he said this, Li Zheng looked at the kitchen again. Through the glass door of the kitchen, they could also see Hu Fei's busy figure. He knew that his friends who came from afar had not had lunch yet, so he wanted to cook a bowl of his best red date and lotus seed soup for them, which was smoked by fireworks.
His face is ordinary, ordinary, and vivid.
In a daze, Yan Yueming thought he had returned to Shangfang City, and he seemed to understand the reason why the senior would be friends with him - truth.
The earliest aborigines were the people who died thirty years ago. Over the past thirty years, Hu Fei has continued to iterate, the settings have been continuously improved, and the characters have become more fleshed-out. Compared with those weird, terrifying, or mysterious beings, Hu Fei may represent the second creation of world consciousness. the highest craftsmanship.
Just like now, when he wanted to taste the soup, he accidentally touched the edge of the casserole and burned his fingers. He hurriedly touched his earlobe with a trace of annoyance on his face. Just such a small movement and expression made Yan Yueming feel extremely real.
Taking another sip of milk tea and eating a biscuit, the sweet but not greasy taste spread between her lips and teeth. Yan Yueming's heart that was shaking because of the doomsday scene outside could not help but calm down. She even began to doubt that Li Zheng was friends with Hu Fei. Is it because the refreshments are so delicious?
If you think about it carefully, the senior is really a person who pursues good food. He will skip class every day and go in and out of school just for breakfast. The third child who is always by his side is also very good at cooking.
However, Yan Yueming would never express this suspicion. He wants to protect his senior, including maintaining his face!
Li Zheng didn't know what strange things were thinking in his mind, but he just felt that the way Yan Yueming looked at him was a bit strange. Just when I was about to ask, Hu Fei came out.
"The soup needs to be cooked for a while longer. Is there anything else you want to eat?" Hu Fei asked Li Zheng, but he couldn't help but look at Yan Yueming curiously. When Yan Yueming looked over, he smiled sheepishly.
Of course, Yan Yueming had infinite kindness towards his senior friend. Before he could look away, he quickly smiled and held the teacup in a silly manner.
At this time, the "Lunchtime News" was still playing on the TV in the living room, and a reporter on the line was reporting on the weather on the street. The rain was so loud that I couldn't hear what he was saying.
A hailstone came over and broke the lens. The picture displayed on the TV suddenly broke into several pieces.
Hu Fei couldn't help but sigh, "I don't know why the weather forecast stopped for a long time. The rain came so quickly and heavily. I was not prepared at all, and I didn't know when it would end."
Yan Yueming remembered that his senior told him that Hu Di’s weather forecast was broadcast by the omniscient and omnipotent space station, but now that the space station has gone away, the weather forecast has naturally stopped.
Li Zheng put down his tea cup and looked at Hu Fei, "The rain may stop, but the disaster will not end. Hu Fei, the end is coming, do you want to come with us?"
On the other side, the third child was in Shabosi's villa, also preparing to make lunch.
Li Zheng gave him a pink pig through the TV, but he couldn't shirk it, so he had to take this hot potato to deal with the NPCs on the TV station. I finally took it to the car leading to the villa, but there was no one in the villa.
Where did Shaposi go?
The third child searched the whole villa but couldn't find anyone, so he just decided to reward the Five Zang Temple first. Unexpectedly, he entered the kitchen and after searching around, he suddenly found that one of the lockers was opened and there was a hidden freezer inside.
He seemed to feel something. When he opened the freezer, he found that it was filled with dark red liquid and was completely frozen. The third child tried his best to drag out the freezer, kicked it to the ground, and then used a shovel and hot water to get the huge dark red ice cube out of it.
Come.
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It was the first time that the third child saw such a frozen corpse. He smelled the dark red liquid carefully and found that it was not blood, but red wine. As for whether there is blood in the red wine, I don't know.
It would take a certain amount of time to freeze all such large ice cubes, which showed that Shabo Si did not just die. It can't be before the reset, because reset is rebirth, and he can still live.
But who killed him?
Before leaving the TV station, Lao San already knew the news of Shabo Yi's death. But looking at it now, the first death of SB is Shabo Si. After the reset, SB entered the brawl phase as soon as it came up. Things happened one after another, and the speed was really fast.
The third child continued to look for ingredients in the refrigerator while thinking. He was going to make himself a bowl of witch soup, and kindly made stew for the little fragrant pig.
"Hey, Shapo E, isn't this your fourth uncle? Do you have any ideas?" Lao San was chopping meat until the whole cooking table shook, and the little fragrant pig's legs were so frightened that it softened, but it couldn't run away. , because this guy tied a rope to him and tied it to his waistband.
The third child stabbed him again, "I see that your Shabo family is going to wipe out the whole family. This is a random killing. Your biological father is a short-lived ghost. Shapo San is in the hospital. The zombies are sieging the city over there. He probably won't live long. Although I I don’t sympathize with you very much, but don’t give me any trouble, right?”
Little Xiangzhu: "..."
The third child chopped and chopped, and fell into doubt again, "But the style of random killing doesn't match that beautiful Miss Tang no matter what you think about it? Did Yingxue Liuli have an epiphany? Finally she realized that men can only be good when they are hung on the wall. honest?"
"Boom!"
Suddenly there was thunder outside the house.
The little fragrant pig was scared to death, and the third child also frowned. He strode to the window, cautiously opened the curtain and looked outside, and found that it was the direction where I wanted to become a fairy.
"Who is still going through the tribulation at this time?" Lao San muttered.
I want to become a fairy.
Thunder and lightning struck directly at the acacia tree, but the Taoist priests in Guangmen still sat cross-legged under the tree, willing to die or become immortals. In a matter of seconds, Yan Fei summoned Guapi's operator and used a roller skating device to send him from one roof to another in a "whoosh" motion. When passing by the top of the tree, lightning struck down and hit Guapi right in the middle. The antenna above the operator's head.
Lightning rod in effect.
Guapi got an afro perm, everyone was safe, but the Taoist priests were very angry. They accused Yan Fei of ruining their plan to ascend to immortality in the heavy rain and hail, and the spittle and stars were spraying faster than the hail.
Yan Fei didn't care, he went up to the tree and picked off a leaf.
When lightning struck this leaf, the golden light flashed past, which looked very unusual. However, in the Taoist temple, it is illegal to go under a tree during a thunderstorm. Yan Fei stood up and picked the leaves as quickly as possible and returned to the eaves.
Guapi held his afro and smoked next to it, so Yan Fei used the light in the room to check the leaves.
The Albizia Julibrissin tree is also called the message tree. Li Zheng said that some interesting news will appear on the tree.
At this moment, Yan Fei saw a line of text - The end is coming. Call the hotline 1221 now to get a ticket for Noah's Ark.
Noah's Ark?
Yan Fei frowned deeply, this
() Where did this thing L come from? There is a strange pattern underneath the text. Is it a person? How come it looks like a pancake?
In Shangfang City, the headquarters of the Qi Bureau, the conflict between the aboriginal people and the original author has intensified.
The news of the original author's appearance was premeditated and leaked to the Internet, and together with the video of Su Huizhi punching the original author, it set off a frenzy of public opinion. Then the network became paralyzed. Some people thought it was caused by too many people participating in the discussion, while others thought it was because the authorities had taken control.
Anyway, after two or three hours, the network returned to normal. At this time, public opinion began to become polarized, but it was no longer as out of control as it was at the beginning.
Su Hui is worthy of the name of "popular anchor". His huge fan base is still strong even at this time. What's more, compared to the original author who suddenly appeared with doubtful identity, Su Huizhi was the one who really accompanied Shangfangcheng through countless days and nights.
Some people demanded that the original author be taken down immediately.
Some people also feel that they would rather believe what they have than what they don’t, and they must seize any opportunity to return to normal life. Each has its own explanation and its own truth.
The original author stayed in the Qi Xiang Bureau all night, and was beaten by Su Huizhi. His patience gradually ran out, and finally at dawn, he forcefully proposed to leave. He angrily accused the people of the Qi Xiang Bureau of not caring about the overall situation. Since they refused to destroy the data in the storage center's database, then don't expect him to help.
"I still overestimated you. No matter how you awaken, you will eventually be limited by your own knowledge and this small world, and you will not be able to see clearly who is the person who can really help you."
The original author was standing at the steps of the entrance of the Qi Xiang Bureau. Even though there were bruises on his face, he still straightened his back and looked solemn. He looked back at the Qi Phase Bureau and continued: "Especially you, Su Huizhi."
Su Huizhi nodded slightly at him.
The original author snorted coldly, "The final result will prove that it is your arrogance that ruins everything. Even if there are still people supporting you now, as long as tragedy strikes, you will eventually be torn into pieces by these people you have protected. Vent your anger.”
Su Huizhi finally replied and said with a smile: "But what exactly is the tragedy you are talking about? When will it come?"
"Don't expect me to tell you anymore. I will keep silent about everything that happens next. And this is exactly the consequence of your own doing." The original author's voice became colder, like a stern mentor, reprimanding Disobedient students.
He stood with his hands behind his back facing the wind, with the sun rising behind him, making him look majestic. Even standing at the foot of the steps, I still felt like I was being looked down upon by him.
This feeling was unpleasant. Some people clenched their fists, but were stopped by their companions. There were also people who were beguiled by his attitude and words and showed hesitation.
Suddenly, there were exclamations in the distance and the crowd was commotion.
The original author noticed it, showed a hint of impatience in his furrowed brows, and left with a puff of sleeves. However, just as he turned around, the crowd behind him suddenly dispersed.
"Get out of the way! Get out of the way quickly!" Amid the exclamations, a coffin on a four-wheeled vehicle rushed towards them.
The hearse drifted again, and everyone was careful to avoid it, but the original author didn't pay attention. Everyone watched the hearse rush forward at extremely fast speeds, "Bang!"
"Depend on!"
"Crash!"
"Hurry up and call 120!"!
