Just as the sun set over the Xia Kingdom and entered the night, the "magician" who had been lurking for a long time sent out the last message, causing shock on the other side of the ocean.
In the northern hemisphere, England, thunder suddenly rolled in the gloomy sky of the prosperous metropolis of the British capital.
"Rumble..."
Because of the jet lag, the time here has not yet reached noon, and the temperature is not as cold as in the capital of Xia Kingdom. The peak temperature during the day can always remain at about 10 degrees Celsius above zero.
Coupled with the cumulonimbus clouds full of water vapor that had shrouded the city since morning, and the vicious disaster that had just ended, most people in the city felt heavy.
In a building in a big city.
Evelin slumped in her office chair.
Her long light brown hair was tied together and hanging down her head. She looked tiredly out the window at the patter of raindrops hitting the glass, and her mood became increasingly depressed.
As an interviewer nicknamed a "war reporter" by Reuters, in the past dozens of hours, Evelin has been leading the team to disaster sites invaded by the undead.
I also witnessed with my own eyes the scene of purgatory that seemed to only appear in doomsday crisis movies.
She had to admit that her soul was greatly shocked.
If in the past few months, she led a team to various projection locations around the world, she thought she was extremely familiar with "projection".
Well, this time, when she saw the mountains of bones piled up in the blood-stained city after the war, she suddenly found that "projection" had become so strange.
What happened next also kept her immersed in a tense and busy atmosphere, and the whole country was shocked.
The whole Europe and the whole world were shocked.
As a world-famous large media company, almost all the news pages of the entire company are filled with this disaster that has not been seen in hundreds of years and is sweeping the world.
She could only take out the free time near noon to sit down and let herself breathe, so as not to go crazy with work.
"Evelin, would you like a cup? Your face looks very bad, I think you need to rest." Suddenly, a bearded colleague came over and said he wanted to rest, but handed over a cup of strong coffee.
Evelin came back to her senses, turned her gaze from the dark street to the bright office, then took it, took a sip, and said with pleasure:
"You look worse than me."
The other party shrugged, half-leaned and half-sat at the desk, and said helplessly:
"What can I do? However, as long as I survive these few days, it will be fine. When this storm passes and public opinion calms down, I must take a long vacation. Well, three days is enough. I will use my vacation.
Just get a good night's sleep."
Evelin showed a forced smile: "I hope so."
While the two were talking, suddenly, the phone on the table rang. Evelin hurriedly picked it up with her free hand, put it down with a response, and then gave the cup to her colleague, saying helplessly:
"I'm afraid there's big news again."
Sighing, Evelin said in a joking tone, then quickly walked to her boss's office, knocked on the door, and was immediately startled, because she had almost never seen her boss's face look so solemn.
"Evelin, I think... we have big news!" The boss tightly grasped the microphone that was still echoing the busy signal, moved his lips, and said every word.
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"Boom——"
Xia Kingdom, capital city.
It was completely dark, and in the brightly lit building, the clerks who were busy at their workstations were shocked to hear the muffled thunder coming from outside the building, and looked surprised.
It was late winter, and there was thunder. Although this was a normal phenomenon, it was rare after all.
And just after the thunder fell, a series of restless footsteps suddenly sounded in the corridor of the office building.
When people heard the sound and looked around, they saw several technicians running over from the direction of the control room, looking hurriedly, as if something big had happened.
Not long after, they vaguely heard the sound of "argument" coming from upstairs, as if someone was trying to stop something. After that, there were several loud knocks on the door, which shocked the entire building.
Then, with a violent sound of the wooden door being knocked open, an extremely sharp scream of a girl could be heard.
Then, people were shocked to learn the news of Secretary Zhao's death.
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Yanshan.
In the office on the top of the mountain, Shi Shengcun sat quietly in his seat. The room was brightly lit, without any electronic equipment, and no one was disturbing him.
For an eighth-level person, "recuperation" does not require lying in bed. As long as you stop thinking and busy, isolate yourself from external information, sit quietly and breathe out, it is already an extremely effective way of recuperation.
"Tick tock—tick tock—"
An old-fashioned wall clock in the house makes a steady and boring sound, which makes people involuntarily sleepy and want to fall asleep.
Suddenly, this extremely regular sound of the pendulum was interrupted by thunder coming from outside the window.
Shi Shengcun, who had closed his eyes to rest, suddenly opened his eyes, feeling a strong sense of uneasiness in his heart.
Immediately, his ears twitched slightly, and he heard a series of footsteps approaching from far away. Just the sound of these footsteps revealed incomparable irritability.
"Wow!"
The visitor didn't even knock on the door, but opened the door directly. Suddenly, the dark cold wind from the window swept into the room, blowing away the light incense and breaking the peace.
"What's wrong?" Shi Shengcun looked at the door and saw several team leaders who were supposed to be busy in the command center crowded at the door. He also saw Liang Jing standing at the front, his face pale and soulless, his eyes full of bloodshot eyes.
After that, I heard her holding on to the door frame and saying in a hoarse and confused voice: "I...I..."
Shi Shengcun's expression was calm, as if he had expected it.
He pushed the wheelchair over and stared at the latter with a pair of bright eyes:
"What happened? Don't panic. Speak slowly."
Seeing his calm eyes and hearing his gentle voice, Liang Jing finally couldn't bear it anymore. Tears fell from his eyes, and he said in a hoarse voice: "I'm sorry..."
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Tens of minutes later.
Terry, a car drove into this not-so-large courtyard from different places.
Then, under the nervous and panicked eyes of the people in the building, one after another high-ranking figures got out of the car and walked straight to the conference room.
When Shi Shengcun arrived, what he saw was this scene.
He was not in a wheelchair, walked steadily, and entered the building and then the conference room with an expressionless face in front of countless eyes.
When the heavy door of the conference room was completely closed, cutting off everyone's eyes, those who didn't know the ins and outs continued their work with great concern, while the very few people who had some vague guesses could only wait anxiously.
Several hours passed by while waiting. During this period, the door of the conference room did not move, but the atmosphere in the entire building inevitably became more and more tense.
Everyone realizes that something big could happen.
However, they were puzzled, thinking that what could be greater than the disaster that just happened?
In confusion, in the bright white fluorescent lamps, in the never-ending busyness, the night gradually recedes. When people raised their heads from their desks, they were surprised to find that it was already dawn.
The time has come to January 4th.
When it was time to shift, the clerks who had been busy all night put down their work and prepared to wait a little longer before changing shifts to eat and rest.
However, just when the pale sun on the horizon had just peeked out, the clerks sitting in front of the computers yawned in unison.
Suddenly, uncontrollable shouts came from the office in the building responsible for monitoring external network information.
Then, the door to the conference room that had been closed all night finally opened.
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At this moment, an explosive news was pushed to countless netizens at the same time without any warning, as if it was an appointment:
"Breaking news! Hundreds of news websites around the world, including the Associated Press, Reuters, France News, Bloomberg, etc., published articles simultaneously! The culprit of the projection tragedy has been... locked!!!"
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ps: Today is New Year’s Eve. Aren’t you ashamed if you don’t vote? (Ahem~~