In recent decades, rain has changed from a blessing that nourishes the earth to a disaster that makes people laugh.
From the beginning, people wanted to conquer nature, to being sanctioned by nature, and then to the emergence of undersea aliens. Everything has been developing towards an uncontrolled unknown. No one knows what is waiting for human beings in the future.
.
Is it the trial of a new species, or the victory of the confrontation between race and destiny?
No one knows.
On such a dark night when it rained heavily again, some people looked at the latest monitoring data from meteorological and hydrological sensors and sighed.
"Mean sea level appears to be rising again."
"I don't know how long this rain will last."
The sky seemed to be torn apart by life, and the flood that leaked into the other world far exceeded the rainfall that this blue planet could bear.
On the coastline that stretches for more than 18,000 kilometers, the remains of marine life are scattered here and there.
They die in different ways: they are bitten to death, rot to death, their internal organs disappear, and some even die of suffocation and high temperature.
The offshore patrol fleet conducts routine patrols, and the searchlights draw circles one after another on the turbulent sea.
The crew on the deck held telescopes and spotted a figure floating on the waves in the blue and white rain, calling for help.
"Stop! There are people at sea!"
"Quick, put the lifeboat down!"
At three o'clock in the morning, the sleepless arms control biological research base kept the lights on all night long. Before the middle-aged scholar who had just arrived home had time to take off his coat, he received a call from the base again.
"Colonel, the "Salesman" has been discovered again in an area five hundred nautical miles away from the mainland."
The man pinched his eyebrows, opened the door again and returned to the dark night. The silent room looked like no one had ever returned.
Those who emerged from the ocean and were declared dead but reappeared from different shipwrecks were collectively called "killers." After the spate of killers attacking ordinary humans, the military took over their information.
And isolate these people together.
In the silver-white corridor, Colonel Yamada of the Hotdam Virus Research Center walked in the moonlight, and there were already people who had taken advantage of those people's reports immediately.
"Tonight, a total of thirteen "deregistered persons" were found in six sea areas. According to preliminary verification, their death declarations came from different shipwrecks at different times. The farthest one was deregistered forty-six years ago, and the most recent one was deregistered.
Three years ago.”
"They behaved normally and did not attack anyone."
Inside the high-density one-way tempered glass, a room is separated by solid metal walls every ten meters or so. Those people brought back from the sea sit alone, some wrapped in blankets in a daze, and some mutter something to each other.
Yamada asked, "What is that man talking about?"
The researcher turned on the radio and said, "He said he was hungry."
"Did you give him food?"
"As before, they won't eat."
At the end of the road, Yamada stopped in front of a certain room.
There was a young woman sitting inside. She had delicate features, looked gentle and generous, and was wearing a classic dress.
The woman looked straight at Yamada.
Yamada asked, "Is this one-way glass?"
"Yes, you can't see the outside from the inside."
But Yamada had an intuition that the woman inside could see him.
To test, he smiled. Immediately afterwards, the woman also showed a gentle smile to him. Suddenly, Yamada stopped smiling.
"What about their physical examination results? Are there any mutations in their sensory systems?"
"Shows everything is fine."
But the woman in the room could clearly see him.
The researcher was obviously aware of this problem and said, "We will check it again later."
Walking out of the observation area, the storm almost crushed the ornamental plants, and the sea level not far away was roaring and turbulent, as if it was hiding some terrifying monster.
Colonel Yamada suddenly asked, "When did this precipitation start?"
The researcher swiped the microcomputer and said, "About seven hours ago."
"Seven hours..." He asked again, "When did these people discover it?"
"The earliest reported case was six hours ago."
Six hours ago, the time was very close.
Cumulonimbus clouds covered the sky with darkness, dyeing the sky into a frightening dark gray. The dense clouds could not reveal any moonlight. The only light in the darkness was the artificial light from the base.
"Besides these, are there any other abnormalities in the mainland?"
The researcher said, "No."
But soon, he swiped the microcomputer again and said, "In the afternoon, the 'Tower of Babel' biological base issued a closure order and requested support from the nearby Noah base."
Yamada turned his head and asked, "What time is it in the afternoon?"
"Do you want to ask when it happened?" The researcher looked at the screen and his expression changed slightly, "Seven hours ago."
Coincidence, people often attribute things that coincide with each other unexpectedly to this term.
When some unexplainable and low-probability events happen to happen at the same time, or there is an illogical 'coincidence', people often say, "What a coincidence."
But are there really so many coincidences in the world?
A South American butterfly flaps its wings gently, causing a catastrophic hurricane off a distant coast. Seemingly unrelated things may still have a causal relationship. No matter how small or incredible, there are traces of cause and effect.
Above the high sky, the clouds were oppressive and the rain was raging.
The judge in the dark world opened his eyes to the third world, looking down at the earth like an indifferent evil god.
Watch humans struggle and fight for survival, watch them rejoice at the clues they find, and feel proud of some seemingly logical reasoning.
It's like watching an interesting and extremely indifferent game.
Thunder struck through the clouds, coating the earth with a silvery white color.
In this brief brightness, Tang Rou saw that the scales on the mermaid's tail were slightly turned outwards, revealing the pale white soft flesh. The thick chains violently penetrated it, tearing out a bloody hole that was visually painful.
Tang Rou remembered that the last time she saw this mermaid, his tail was torn from the middle.
Why is he always treated so violently?
She stretched out her hand and carefully traced the chain with her fingertips, and the pattern-like black substance flowed with it. She didn't know what it was made of, but just touching it brought a cold and sharp tingling sensation.
With Tang Rou's ability, there is no way to remove it from the mermaid's body.
The mermaid seemed to understand, lying on her back like a flower in full bloom.
Tang Rou was a little afraid of the bottomless sea water under her feet. She leaned out by the edge of the pool, trying to find something to use her strength to climb out. However, as soon as she made a move, she was grabbed by someone, and cold fingers grasped his wrist. Tang Rou
He was pulled into the mermaid's arms again.
He whispered in her ear.
Tang Rou looked at him subconsciously, and the water droplets slid down his hair, rolled over his clear and graceful shoulder blades, and merged into the sea water along his waist.
Inexplicably fragrant and breathtakingly beautiful.
For a moment of lost consciousness, a shout came from not far away.