A Million Possible

Just as the sun above the territory of Xia Kingdom set and stepped into the dark night, it was at the same time that the "magic" who had been lurking for a long time sent out the last piece of information, causing the other side of the ocean to shake.

In the northern hemisphere, England, thunder suddenly thundered on the gloomy sky of the prosperous metropolis of the British capital.

"Rumble..."

Because of the time difference, the time here has not yet reached noon, and the temperature is not as cold as Xia Guo Jingcheng. The peak temperature during the day can always be kept at about 10 degrees Celsius above zero.

Coupled with the vapour-filled cumulonimbus cloud that has hung over the city since the beginning of the morning, and the vicious disaster that has just ended, most people in the city are in a heavy mood.

In a building in a metropolis.

Evelyn slumped in the own office chair.

Her long hazel hair was tied together dullly, hanging behind her head, and she looked tiredly out of the window and struck the raindrops on the glass, and her mood became more and more depressed.

As an interviewer nicknamed "War Reporter" in Reuters, Evelyn has been leading the team to the disaster site where the undead has been attacked for the past dozens of hours.

I also witnessed the scene of purgatory that would only appear in a doomsday crisis movie.

I have to admit that her soul has been greatly impacted.

If in the previous few months, she led a team to various projection sites around the world, she thought she was very familiar with "projection".

So, this time, when she saw the mountain of bones piled up in the blood-stained city after the war, she suddenly found that "projection" had become so unfamiliar.

And what happened next made her always immersed in a tense and busy atmosphere, and the whole country was shaken.

The whole Europe, the whole world was shaken by it.

As a world-renowned big media, almost all the news pages of the entire company are filled with this disaster that has not been seen in hundreds of years and has swept the world.

She can only take out the free time near noon, sit down and let herself breathe, so as not to be too busy to go crazy.

"Evelyn, would you like a cup? Your face looks terrible, I think you need to rest." Suddenly, a bearded colleague came over and said to rest, but handed over a cup of strong coffee.

Evelyn regained her consciousness, turned her gaze from the dark street to the bright office, then took it, took a sip, and happily said:

"You look worse than me."

The other party shrugged, half-leaning halfway down at the desk, and said helplessly:

"What can I do? But, as long as it lasts for a few days, it will be fine. When the storm passes and the public opinion calms down, I must take a long vacation. Well, three days are good. Use my vacation. Just get a good night's sleep."

Evelyn smiled reluctantly: "I hope so."

The two were talking. Suddenly, the phone on the table rang, and Evelyn hurriedly picked it up with her free hand, then put it down in response, and then stuffed the cup to her colleague, and said helplessly:

"I'm afraid there will be big news again."

Sighing, Evelyn said in a joking tone, and then quickly walked to the boss's office, knocked on the door, and was shocked, because she almost never saw the boss's face so solemn.

"Evelyn, I think... we have big news!" The boss tightly grasped the microphone that was still reverberating with busy tone, his lips moved, and said every word.

...

...

"Boom—"

Xia Guo, Beijing.

The sky was completely dark, and in the brightly lit building, the clerks who were busy at their workstations were stunned to hear the muffled thunder coming from outside the building, showing a surprised look.

It was deep winter, and there was thunder. Although this is also a normal phenomenon, it is 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, they found several technical personnel running from the direction of the monitoring room, looking hurriedly, as if something major had happened.

Not long after, they faintly heard the sound of "arguing" from the building, as if someone was blocking something. After that, there were several huge door knocks, which were all audible to the entire building.

Then, with a violent sound of the wooden door being knocked open, there was a very sharp, girl scream.

Then, people were horrified to learn about the death of Secretary Zhao.

...

Yanshan.

In the office on the top of the mountain, Shi Shengcun sat quietly in his own position. The room was brightly lit, without any electronic equipment, and no one was disturbing.

For an eight-stage realm, "rest" does not require bed rest, as long as you stop thinking and busy, isolate external information, sit quietly Breathing Exercises, it is already an excellent way to recuperate.

"Tick—Tick—"

An old-fashioned wall clock in the house price made a steady and boring sound, making people involuntarily sleepy and wanting to fall asleep.

Suddenly, this very regular pendulum sound was interrupted by thunder from outside the window.

Shi Shengcun, who closed his eyes and meditated, suddenly opened his eyes, and a deep anxiety rose in his heart.

Immediately, his ears moved slightly, and he heard a string of footsteps from far to near. The sound of the footsteps alone revealed immense irritability.

"Wow!"

The visitor did not even knock on the door, but directly opened the door. Suddenly, the dark cold wind outside the window swept into the room, blowing away the faint incense, and also breaking the calm.

"What's the matter?" Shi Shengcun looked at the door and saw several group leaders who were supposed to be busy in the command center crowded in the door. He also saw Liang Jing who was standing in the forefront, pale and desolate, with bloodshot eyes. After that, I listened to her holding 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's the matter? Don't panic, speak slowly."

Seeing his calm eyes and hearing his gentle voice, Liang Jing finally couldn't help it anymore, a drop of tears fell in his eyes, and said dumbly, "I'm sorry..."

...

...

After dozens of minutes.

Tris, cars drove into this small courtyard from different places.

Then, in the nervous and flustered gazes of the people in the building, one by one, powerful figures walked out of the car and walked straight to the conference room.

When Shi Shengcun arrived, he saw this scene.

He was not in a wheelchair, he walked steadily, and entered the building blankly in countless lights, and then into the conference room.

When the heavy door of the conference room was completely closed, everyone's eyes were cut off. Those who didn't know the ins and outs continued their work with great heart, and the few people who had vague guesses could only wait anxiously.

This time, a few hours passed, during which 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 may happen.

However, they were puzzled again, wondering what could be bigger than the disaster that just happened?

In confusion, in the white fluorescent lamp, in the endless busyness, the night gradually faded. When people looked up from their desks, they were surprised to find that the sky was already bright.

The time has come to January 4th.

When it came time to shift, the clerks who had been busy all night put down their work one after another, prepared to wait a little longer, and then changed shifts to eat and rest.

However, just as the pale sun on the horizon just revealed a corner, the clerks sitting in front of the computer yawned by appointment.

Suddenly, there was an unstoppable shout from the office responsible for monitoring information on the external network in the building.

Then, the door to the conference room that had been closed for the whole night finally opened.

...

At this moment, an explosive news was pushed to countless netizens at the same time as if an appointment had been made without warning:

"Heavy news! Hundreds of news websites around the world, including Midland, Reuters, French News, Bloomberg, etc., are simultaneously posting articles! The culprit responsible for the projection tragedy has been...locked!!!"

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