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October 18, 2224.

This is destined to be a day that will go down in history.

According to the Administration's calculations, the catastrophe should have happened around this time.

This is somewhat different from the time when the old Smith video was recorded.

On that timeline, October 18, the end has been happening for some time.

But because of the butterfly effect, the world will definitely undergo some changes. The Authority simulates a large number of mathematical models through supercomputers, and finally freezes time on this day.

But predicting this kind of thing is simply nonsense - humans can't even accurately predict the weather in a week's time.

On the morning of October 18, the sun rose as usual, no different from before.

For those ordinary people, it's just another ordinary morning.

In Jiangzhou Beihu Park, a group of old men and women who get up early are exercising in the square inside.

There are badminton players, Tai Chi practitioners, and even skipping ropes, to name a few.

"Ehhh, Lao Yang, why are you regretting chess again? This is not acceptable."

"Why am I regretting this move? I just want to see if I would have had a different result if I had gone elsewhere in the previous move."

"You said it wasn't a repentance, I'll remember that for you, you've regretted it three times in this game, no no no!"

"Hey, it's okay, it's okay if I admit defeat."

"It's almost there."

The two old people, like children, hurt each other a few words, and then rearranged the chess pieces.

Old Wang made a trick and asked, "Hey, Lao Yang, when will that girl from your family come back?"

Yang Wenbai picked up his horse and looked at the old man opposite vigilantly: "What do you want?"

"It's not what I want to do. I remember that she is not too young. She is not married yet. I have a nephew. I think they are a good match."

"Hey, it's not that I despise you, your old Wang family can have some good genes, and your nephew is definitely not very good - my daughter has a double master's degree, do you understand talent, and she has a boyfriend, she is a consultant for a large international company , not much better than that nephew of yours."

"She's so good, and she didn't see you redecorating your little shabby house. You can see what it looks like."

"She wanted to take me to their company two days ago, but I didn't."

"Bragging, you can!"

The two of them speak each other, and they don't delay talking when they play chess.

Not long after, Pharaoh suddenly froze and pointed behind Yang Wenbo.

"Hey, Lao Yang, look, is that the girl from your family?"

Yang Wenbai turned around and smiled, and he threw the chess piece on the board without hesitation.

"Pharaoh, I have to go back, hehe."

"Then you lose this game."

"Ok, Ok."

At this time, Yang Xue also noticed Yang Wenbo's figure, and walked all the way home with him.

Ten minutes later, the two returned home.

Yang Wenbai pressed Yang Xue on the sofa: "Xue'er, wait a minute, my uncle will make you prawns. I bought them yesterday, and they are quite big."

Yang Xue shook her head: "Uncle, what do you think about what I said to you? Come with me."

Yang Wenbai shook his head: "Xue'er, it's not that uncle doesn't want to go to the safe place you said. Uncle is used to it here. Even if he dies, he wants to die here."

Yang Xue sighed.

Yang Wenbai smiled and said, "Xue'er, all you do are big things. You don't have to worry about me being a bad old man. I'll just stay here, it's fine."

Yang Xue was a little surprised and looked at Yang Wenbo: "Uncle, did you remember something?"

Yang Wenbai shook his head with a smile, took out an old notebook from the mezzanine of the TV cabinet, and handed it to Yang Xue: "Xue'er, uncle has already made a mistake once, and I don't want to make it again."

Yang Wenbo is not a fool. Although his memory has been reset, the cautious character he has formed as a webmaster for so many years has always been there.

He found a notebook in the dark compartment of his home, which recorded some things in vague language.

Combining some unreasonable places in his memory, he inferred his past.

Also know that the world is not as simple and safe as it seems.

However, since he has already resigned, no matter what aspect he considers, it is better to continue to be an ordinary person than to go back again.

Yang Xue looked at her uncle and nodded silently.

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at the same time.

In an unknown small village in the countryside of Jiangzhou.

A man with only half of his face came to a grave without a tombstone.

He used the dagger he carried with him to trim the weeds in front of the grave.

Wide open and close, casually tossed aside.

He knew that the people inside didn't care about that.

After doing this, he took out the roast chicken and rice wine from his backpack and placed them in front of the grave.

In the end, he lit a Hongta Mountain, inserted it into the soil, and lit one himself.

After a while, another person came to the grave.

Wearing a blue robe, you can tell by looking at the material that the price must be high.

In the past few years, wherever he went, people from C country flocked to him - it was Fang Tianlong, the martial arts master who fought with boxing champion Harrison in the previous two years.

Fang Tianlong and Mr. Chen went out of the same family, and they were regarded as Mr. Chen's junior brother, but the relationship between the two was not good. After Mr. Chen passed away, he would come to pay homage every year.

When he saw Guan Peng, he was slightly taken aback.

After giving Chen Lao three incense sticks, Fang Tianlong looked at Guan Peng who was sitting on a tree stump.

"I heard that you worked as a security guard at a pharmaceutical company."

"Yes."

"Come to the capital, I'll find some work for you, it's better than you are now, and then find a daughter-in-law, and you'll have to stay for a while."

Guan Peng took a puff of cigarette and said, "Thank you, but I won't harm other people's homes if I look like this. I don't have to worry about eating and drinking here, it's good."

Fang Tianlong frowned: "It's useless."

"No way, it's just this temper, it can't be changed." Guan Peng smiled.

At this time, a member of the Hongying team ran up from the bottom of the mountain.

He glanced at Fang Tianlong who was standing aside, walked to Guan Peng, and whispered, "Captain, the last batch of supplies has been purchased."

Guan Peng nodded. He stood up and patted his butt. Before leaving, Tianlong said the last sentence.

"Uncle Shi, if you believe me, just listen to my advice and stop walking outside these two days."

Fang Tianlong looked at his back and frowned slightly.

Is that rumor true?

...

I do not know since when, such a legend began to circulate.

In 2224, mankind will again face a huge catastrophe.

Although the government department did not make it clear, from the beginning of the year, it began to restrict everyone's travel under the pretext of the epidemic.

The rumors reached their peak when the sky turned red.

Since then, it has become a talking point for everyone.

Just like in 2012.

Everyone knows this matter, and they talk about it with nose and eyes, but it seems that no one takes it seriously.

The government cannot force its people to do anything, otherwise it will only cause greater panic.

In the afternoon, both Yang Xue and Guan Peng returned to site 14 from the outside, and the gate of the site was completely closed.

In a radius of one kilometer outside the site, all defensive magic circles were activated.

The employees at the site also all stopped their work and sat in the office, staring blankly at the sky outside.

The sky is so blue and the sun is so bright.

Who would have thought that the legendary doomsday is coming soon.

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In the afternoon, the sky gradually turned overcast, and a large cloud covered the sky from a distance.

Black clouds overwhelm the city, and the wind howls.

After a while, a pouring rain fell from the sky.

Thunder and lightning.

If Zhang Jue was here, he would have shouted loudly, "Which fellow Daoist is here to survive the calamity?"

A holding room in site14.

166 huddled in the corner, shaking constantly.

Yang Xue, who was notified, rushed over from the office.

"What's wrong?" She knelt beside 166's bed and asked softly.

166 put his hands around his knees, and his long golden hair like a waterfall was scattered on his back.

"Sister Yang Xue, I'm afraid."

Yang Xue held her hand: "Don't be afraid, my sister is here."

166 hummed lightly: "Sister, is he not back yet?"

In 166's words, except for Zhang Jue, he is not the second person to think.

Yang Xue's eyes dimmed for a while, but it disappeared in a flash: "Don't worry, he will be back soon."

166 looked at her expectantly: "Sister, really?"

Yang Xue nodded: "Really, my sister won't lie to you."

166's condition improved a little, she was silent for a moment, and said, "Sister, last night, I dreamed of my mother."

"what?"

Yang Xue was shocked.

Zhang Jue once told her that 166's mother was not an ordinary creature.

At this sensitive time, 166 actually dreamed of her, which is definitely not a coincidence.

Yang Xue calmed her mind and asked gently, "Did she say anything to you?"

166 bit his lip, shook his head, tears welling in his eyes: "She talked to me a lot, but when I woke up, I didn't remember a word."

Yang Xue was stunned for a moment, and then sighed.

She reached out and put 166 in her arms: "good sister, don't be afraid, no matter what happens, my sister will definitely protect your safety."

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This is the heaviest rain in Jiangzhou's history.

The rainfall in one hour reached 200.9mm, breaking the 100-year historical record since the establishment of the Jiangzhou Meteorological Station.

It's four o'clock in the afternoon.

The wind and rain outside has become lighter, but Jiangzhou has already experienced serious waterlogging.

However, there was an early warning of this situation in the site14 site. Various drainage systems have been remodeled a year ago, and the problem is not big.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, the wind and rain had completely stopped, but the dark clouds in the sky were still thick.

The sky was completely dark, the stars, the moon, nothing could be seen.

Yang Xue received a call from site336 site Smith. He saw the news and knew that Jiangzhou had encountered heavy rainfall, and was worried about whether there was a problem here.

Although he is in the distant Lop Nur, he is also very concerned about the situation here.

However, Yang Xue's tone was a bit cold: "Captain Smith, your duty is to protect site336. You don't need to worry about other things. Even if site14 falls, you can't leave there."

"Yes." Smith nodded, knowing that this was the most correct choice.

eight pm.

Yang Xue stood alone on the roof of site 14.

This is where Zhang Jue likes to stand.

Then she got into this habit.

No matter what the problem, it seems that if you stay here for a while, it will be solved.

She leaned on the railing and looked into the distance.

Looking at the lights of Jiangzhou City in the distance.

After a while, footsteps sounded behind him.

Guan Peng, who was wearing a raincoat, came over.

"The accumulated water in the site has been cleaned up, and two devices have been flooded, but it's not a big problem, but if there is such a large amount of precipitation at night, I can't guarantee safety."

Yang Xue nodded and said nothing.

Guan Peng looked at her back and suddenly felt a little distressed.

He and Yang Wenbo are good friends, but they actually watched Yang Xue grow up and joined the Administration all the way.

Three years ago, she was a weak girl, but now, her shoulders have carried the lives of countless people.

Yang Xue looked at the dark night sky in the distance, and suddenly said: "Uncle Guan, you say, what is the purpose of life?"

Guan Peng thought for a while and said, "In order to let the people we care about live better."

Guan Peng's words are very simple, and he did not force a height.

Because as long as most people can do that, it's pretty good.

Guan Peng didn't know, in fact, Yang Xue had asked Zhang Jue the same question more than once.

However, he was very slick and refused to answer directly every time.

Once again, probably annoyed by Yang Xue's question, he simply broke the jar and said, "Why other people live, I don't know, but of course I live to make myself happy."

Extreme egoism is indeed something that Zhang Jue would say.

However, Yang Xue shook her head, because Zhang Jue's words and deeds were inconsistent.

Obviously many times, he was on the brink of life and death, just to save more people.

He and Guan Peng are actually the same kind of people.

Like Le Shui said, they all have a soft heart.

If it is more "great", the scope of "people who care about" can also be expanded.

The so-called poverty is only good for oneself, and the good is the world. That's it.

It's half past eleven at midnight.

In the distant sky ~www.readwn.com~ sounded a thunderstorm.

A second storm appears to be coming soon.

All over the world, something big or small is happening.

The heads of some small countries signed the directive and began to crack down on some of their own high-tech enterprises.

On the Atlantic coast, the screen of site 15, 079 (old AI) suddenly lit up.

Near the Euphrates River, the gatekeeper looked at the ant-like human being in front of him, and turned it to ashes with a sword.

In the center of the Pacific Ocean, the core energy source of the City of Gears completely failed, and all machinery lost power in an instant.

In the Antarctic permafrost, a large number of humanoid machines spewed out from the headquarters of the mixed branch, mighty.

Area 136, Uncle 682 let out a roar in the petri dish filled with hydrochloric acid.

Area25, Abel kicked away the coffin board.

At site17, Shirley slowly opened her eyes.

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Thank you Qin Zhidaoer for your reward, and ask for a ticket.

It's almost the end, and suddenly I'm a little reluctant. Because of the subject matter, many stories have been castrated, and many things have been harmonious, but I still stumbled and wrote here, hoping to write a passing ending.

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