Apocalyptic Forecast

The ninth and fifty-third chapter traveller

Three hours ago, Iceland.

As the morning passed, the cold wind blew from the distant mountains, and the birds on the branches rose into the sky.

In the small town, the door of the fast food restaurant was pushed open, making a jingle sound.

The boss on the counter raised his head, pushed his glasses, and saw a familiar customer.

Outside the door, in the slight rain, the man with round frame tortoiseshell glasses put away the umbrella, put it on the shelf, stepped on the mat, and then walked in and sat next to the bar.

After taking off his hat, his gray hair was exposed.

"Morning, Mr. Lu."

The boss with the coffee pot walked up and poured him a cup of steaming coffee to dispel the chill: "What can I order today, is it the same?"

"Yes, another pack of toast, pack it."

The man called Mr. Lu was slightly older, but he couldn't see the specific age. He just took a sip of the coffee cup and waited quietly.

In this small town, many residents are familiar with each other. Seeing him walking in, they greeted each other warmly, and he responded gently one by one.

Soon, the boss who returned from the back kitchen put down his plate and packed toast, and was not in a hurry, chatting with Mr. Lu casually amidst the old jazz singing on the jukebox.

Business is quiet anyway.

"It's rare. I haven't seen you order toast before." The elderly shopkeeper leaned on the counter and asked curiously: "Why, do you want to try a new flavor?"

"Yup."

Mr. Lu nodded, "Life is long, and there is always a little new pleasure."

When eating, he was always in a hurry, obviously it was an ordinary fish and chip set meal, still holding a knife and fork, eating gently and calmly, with a gentle beauty.

Unlike other people, he doesn't look at his mobile phone or pay attention to the picture on the TV when he eats. He just concentrates on eating, as if there is something worth taking seriously in front of him.

"What day is today?"

After finally putting down the knife and fork, he looked at the string of lanterns in the corner of the store that were ready to be hung, curious: "Is it Christmas?"

"No, it's early."

The shop owner laughed and sighed softly: “It’s not a big deal to celebrate the 30th anniversary of the store’s opening.”

"Thirtieth anniversary? Is it so fast?"

Mr. Lu nodded slightly, clearly: "So I've been here for more than 30 years...Is Peter's child okay? I heard that I just got married a few days ago."

"Yes, looking for a life in a big city like London is not far apart, but there is not much time to come back. After a few months of having children, you may come back even later."

"When will you retire?"

Mr. Lu held the coffee cup and drank slowly: "Are you old too? Almost a new person has arrived."

The shopkeeper's expression was delayed for a moment, and he didn't speak.

It was as if staring at the thin rain outside the window in a dream.

The shop gradually became silent.

Soon, there was a vibrating sound on the desktop, the screen of the mobile phone next to the coffee cup suddenly lit up, and the strange phone number popped up.

But Mr. Lu didn't seem to be in a hurry to answer the phone.

Just drinking coffee quietly.

The screen was dark and bright, bright and dark.

Strangely, the number that came in showed a garbled code, constantly changing.

"The call is coming," the store manager said.

"Don't worry, wait a while."

Mr. Lu stared at the reflection in the coffee cup, and said softly: "I want to be quiet for a while at the end. I'm afraid I won't have such a quiet and leisurely life in the future."

He said, "Wait until I finish drinking."

"Then you drink slowly."

The owner nodded, wiped his hands on the apron, and walked towards the back of the kitchen.

Walk in a hurry.

However, after turning around, I heard the sound of falling to the ground behind me endlessly.

He stiffened in place, under his apron, and clenched the heavy handle of the pistol.

Soon, the not-so-wide storefront returned to silence again, and only the jukebox had a low melody of hoarse and corrupted notes.

In the end, the shopkeeper slowly turned around and stared at the man sitting next to the table drinking coffee.

"It's not necessary."

He said, "Thirty years, Lu Baiyan, why bother?"

"It's seventy years."

Lu Baiyan calmly corrected: "Before I came here, I served nine years in prison. Then, after living in London for more than 30 years, in a place where it rained every day, I reported back and forth every week, with a positioning ring on my leg , Living in a specific area, there are inspectors visiting from time to time, like living in a cheap motel to watch animals.

Later, some people thought that I was old, so I came here, from watching animals to wild animals... In fact, they are all the same, except that the cage is invisible.

The chain is still around my neck, and it has been with me for seventy years...to this day. "

Behind him, the residents who fell to the ground were silent anymore, only countless blue-purple capillaries appeared on their faces, quickly waxing.

In the hands of a few people, the pistols and sirens fell, and a clump of mold grew.

The dissipated source material carries fierce poison, causing patches of weird colors to emerge from the floor, tabletops and sofas, spreading rapidly, like overturned paint buckets.

The shop manager took a step back and squeezed his collar subconsciously.

"No need to contact the monitoring team."

Lu Baiyan said, "I have been there before I came here."

He thought for a moment and said softly: "Before I came here, I went to many places..."

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Outside the window, the deserted town is bathed in rain, and there is no sound anymore.

There was silence on the once noisy road.

Only the manager's suppressed gasp.

"Are you crazy..." He pressed the pistol, and the blue veins burst up on the back of his hand: "You should know that you can't escape! Even if you can live, you won't have a good life for the rest of your life!"

"It's the same as the days I stayed here. It's all in hell. It's no different."

Lu Baiyan put down the cup in his hand and picked up the vibrating phone, "The time has come, old friend...we always have to say goodbye."

Bang!

The loud sound of parting burst out, one after another.

One blood hole after another emerged from Lu Baiyan's body, but no blood flowed out, as if it had already drained out.

And in his hand, the phone was finally connected.

But there was no sound from inside.

At that moment, the store manager took a step back in horror, and finally noticed the slender figure who didn't know when he appeared next to him.

Is a teenager.

He has the same face as his son when he was a child, but his eyes and hair are black, and his mouth has a happy smile.

The child sat on the bar, gazed at the scene happily, and finally looked at Lu Baiyan.

"It seems that I am not here at the right time?"

"It doesn't matter." Lu Baiyan glanced at the broken porcelain cup on the table for the last time. He said, "I just want to finish this cup of coffee."

"Is it so nostalgic, Lu Baiyan."

The Roman boy happily Keke laughed: "Then why not stay in this comfort zone? Waiting for Russell to come to the door for the belated liquidation and trial... But do you care about this kind of thing?"

"Actually, I am not afraid of trial."

Lu Baiyan stroked the sharp stubble of the coffee cup, feeling the slight tingling.

"I'm even more afraid that no one will come to me." He said, "I'm afraid they will forget me."

No one responded.

Only the sharp porcelain piece pierced the index finger, causing the loneliness and pain of the forgotten.

On the floor behind the counter, the painful convulsive store manager raised his head with difficulty and pressed the deadly switch.

A broken sound rang from Lu Baiyan's body, and a faint cyan flame was ignited from under the bones, and it rose rapidly and spread, covering and engulfing this old body.

Burned to ashes.

However, on the bone that was gradually turning to ashes, an ancient jade crown emerged, like an ancient cultural relic that has gone through vicissitudes of life, not changing its color from the burning of the fire, glowing with a faint light.

Immediately afterwards, on the bones, countless flesh and blood grew again, and a brand new face emerged.

Just like returning to youth.

Under the blessing of the crown, he faded the cocoon that he had woven for seventy years, and his strong body was reborn from the flames in his prime of life.

Immediately afterwards, a black shadow rose from Lu Baiyan's feet, following the memories and instincts of the past, forming a solemn dress.

"I really miss this sign..."

Lu Baiyan lowered his head and stared at the badge of the once-ideal country on his chest. Finally, he looked at it for a moment and stretched out his hand, so nothing was left.

In this way, broke free of the last shackles.

He slowly got up, picked up the packed toast next to him, and finally looked around the dead room, saying goodbye solemnly: "Thank you for being with me for so many years."

"Thank you for your coffee too."

Lu Baiyan wiped the corners of his mouth and said softly, "I'm going to travel."

"Goodbye, everyone--"

He pushed the door out.

Holding an umbrella, walk towards the world engulfed by the cold rain.

Disappearing.

In the silent town without any sound, only endless black butterflies emerged from the cold corpse, under the fertile flood of blood, like a surging tide.

After a long cold winter, they spread their wings with huge eyes and rise from this new hell.

Usher in a new life.

The scales fell, and it rained dead.

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Three hours later, on the roaring helicopter, Huai Shi had already joined the conference call.

Surveillance video from a fast food restaurant appeared on the screen in his hand.

"This is a message from the school office half an hour ago." In the headset, the vice principal introduced: "It has been assessed as a major vicious incident by the decision-making office of the Administration Bureau."

"Who is this?" Huai Shi asked.

"Lu Baiyan, once a member of the ideal country." Isaac said: "The survivors after the fall of the kingdom of heaven, now it seems, have completely thrown into the golden dawn... want me to say that they should have been killed seventy years ago. his."

"Just because he is a lucky survivor?"

Russell asked, "There is no doubt, Isaac. We can't kill people because of someone who has spoken to the Golden Dawn. Besides, ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ people are in jail, I can't Rush in and cut his neck, right?"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

On the other side of the phone, Marcus's voice suddenly rang, screaming vaguely: "Burn his family! Beat his mother!"

"——The traitor must die!!!"

"Okay, don't be choked, speak slowly, give me the call... give me..."

There was a mess of noise.

Enough for you old men!

Isaac suppressed his irritability and continued to introduce details to Huai Shi.

"Seventy years ago, he was the only survivor in the core area when the kingdom fell...Except for him, all the colleagues and all the students died.

Because of the ambiguity of the relevant experience, discrepancies with other people's reports, and suspicion of colluding with the Golden Dawn, he was imprisoned in the Tower of London.

Later, the internal court had no direct evidence and no judgment was given. After five years in custody, it was switched to surveillance. Finally, after more than 30 years of inspection, he was allowed to leave London-and then he has been living in a small town in Iceland. For thirty years, until a few hours ago, he killed everyone. "

"Ha, speaking of it, he is still your colleague." Russell interrupted suddenly.

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"His stigmata also belongs to the Way of Heaven." Russell said: "It just so happens, just like you, Huai Shi."

Huai Shi's action was stagnant.

"same?"

"Yeah."

Russell said: "It's just that you are in a higher rank than you. In the past, he was considered the only ascendant who could become a new generation of "East King".

Like you, he is the chief commander of the way of heaven. "

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