Apocalyptic Forecast

"Apocalypse Forecast(

It feels like the rain is not quite right.

It's just been showered for two minutes, why is it like it has been showered for two days?

In the rain, Huai Shi couldn't help but sneezed. The people behind him began to roughly push him, Huaishi staggered forward weakly, only feeling cold in her hands and feet.

Can this world be better? How can I be satisfied with the Ivy League?

Tears are almost streaming down.

I just feel that **** is empty and the devil is in front of my eyes...

By the time he got on the aircraft, his whole body was soaked.

He shook off the water droplets from his hair, raised his shackled hands, rubbed his nose with difficulty, and looked around at the nightmare eyes with disgusting expressions.

With a grin and a friendly greeting.

"Hello everyone."

He looked at a character who seemed to be the captain and asked, "Excuse me, is there any smoke?"

The smoking captain raised his head and looked at him indifferently, with a cold expression and did not speak.

When the cockpit door was slowly closed and the people outside could no longer see the scene inside, he suddenly stepped forward, and the people on both sides stretched out their hands to hold Huai Shi.

Just when he was about to struggle, he saw the burly captain raised his hand and punched him in the stomach.

The tremendous strength made Huaishi couldn't help bending down.

Retching.

Almost, he vomited the key that he had just swallowed into his stomach.

Then, he was pulled by his hair and forcibly pulled up.

"Don't think you are a **** inspector who can please me."

The captain pulled out his dagger, aimed at Huai Shi's face, and told him every word: "I don't care!"

Different from the ivy of ivy, this group of mercenaries who are in **** will not be afraid of the authority of the astronomical society at all. After leaving the present and the border, even the power of the governing bureau cannot radiate everywhere.

In the Tomb of the Returnless, most of the characters are such lawless characters. Maybe it was someone who killed the Astronomical Society and escaped to hell.

The name of the ombudsman is worthless to them.

Besides, the painful battle damage that Huai Shi brought to them hasn't passed for an hour, how could they treat this rank as a guest of honor?

"It's best to be honest with me on the road, and don't get any crooked thoughts."

As he said, the captain's dagger slowly slashed across Huai Shi's face, coldly cutting a crack.

Blood came out of it.

The six layers of shackles contained Huai Shi's ability beyond ordinary people, forcibly returning him to the scope of ordinary people, and there was no more poison to protect himself.

This time, it was the bright red blood of ordinary people.

Slowly shed.

"Let me hear another nonsense from your mouth."

The captain shook off the blood on the blade blankly, bent down, stared into his eyes, and said coldly, "I'll chop off your finger."

In silent eyes.

The corner of Huai Shi's mouth suddenly evoked a curve.

The blood-stained face smiled.

It's as if it's easy to see the weakness under the tough face, so mocking.

"But you must not dare to kill me, right?"

"Old Nine."

The captain looked at him directly, and suddenly ordered.

Immediately, a watcher next to him stood up, forcibly lifted his wrist, and broke his fingers.

From beginning to end, Huai Shi did not resist.

Just before the blade fell, he suddenly said: "Hell Music Association."

The action was stagnant.

The captain's eyes slowly lifted, his expression becoming colder and colder: "What did you say?"

"Said some nasty things."

Huai Shi smiled and shrugged, "I know someone will be upset when I say that, but I still have to say a few words to remind you--"

He said, "If you don't care about the identity of the ombudsman, then what about the calamity musician?"

Huai Shi looked at his pupils and asked softly, "You cut off a finger of a disaster musician? What do the Hell Music Associations think? There is an agreement between you, right? Who will provide you with soul trauma? What about the treatment?

Well, by the way, I am still an Abyssal Kitchen Demon, officially certified by the Organizing Committee of the Cooking Demon Competition. Perhaps you would like to see my credentials? What if I can't buy food and poison?

And, I'm also the legendary investigator of the dark web, the largest intelligence transfer point in all borders-you know what you are doing, right? "

silence.

Silence and death came suddenly.

On the face of the captain, the blood vessels of anger can be seen faintly beating under his forehead, making it more hideous.

Huai Shi's smile remained the same.

On his face, the hideous incision had begun to close slowly. Except for the illusion-like blood, there is no trace left.

"Now, you can chop off my ten fingers, or ask me to ask the question again."

Huai Shi smiled and asked:

"——Excuse me, is there any smoke?"

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It was late at night when Raymond and the others returned to the base.

Behind the gate, before Raymond got off the car, he saw the gray skirt girl waiting there.

The old driver suddenly had a headache...

How should I explain to her?

He wanted to pretend that he didn't see anything, and slipped away quietly.

But after waiting for a while before Huai Shi, Yuanyuan's expression changed slightly, and he walked towards him, "Mr. Raymond, may I ask the teacher? Isn't he here?"

"Uh……"

Raymond froze in place, feeling that his few brain cells were overloading and crashing.

Sorry, your teacher was sold by a great master who has no conscience, and was thrown to the other side to be a prisoner, but don’t worry, the other side will definitely be more upset than us...

In this case, he couldn't tell at all.

In the uneasy gaze of the girl, his expression became more and more complicated, subconsciously avoiding Yuan Yuan's gaze. Until Yuanyuan realized that it was wrong, he took a step forward and asked again: "Mr. Raymond, where is the teacher going?"

"..."

After a short silence, Raymond lowered his head and replied: "Your teacher...he...he went far away..."

The silence came suddenly.

He felt like he had said something wrong?

Raymond tried to make up for it, turned around and took out the things Huaishi hadn't taken from the co-pilot, and handed it to Yuanyuan: "This is from Huaishi."

The original fate stays in place.

She took it blankly, looked down at the helmet in her hand, turned it over, and she saw the pink pig-shaped graffiti in the corner.

incredible.

She still remembers this doodle.

It was drawn by the teacher when he was resting, using her marker. The teacher at the time also joked that he would draw one for her and Xiao Nineteen in a few days.

But Yuanyuan now discovered that she seemed to be unable to wait for the man to return...

So obtrusive.

In the silence, she squatted on the ground bit by bit, holding the helmet firmly, couldn't help crying again, and burst into tears.

Beside, Raymond was at a loss.

Wait, did she misunderstand something?

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Just three days after Huai Shi was ‘dead’.

In the Ivy League resident, at the entrance of the sixth underground floor, Liz passed the security check, raised her wrist, and displayed the QR code projected by the stigmata above.

"Permission level A, login name Liz."

The blonde girl said: "I want to enter the dungeon to interrogate prisoner A01."

Behind the table, the recorder passed the permission, and the door slowly opened.

He raised his eyes and looked at Liz, who was expressionless, with a slightly surprised expression.

"Is the high priest going down too?" He sighed: "It seems that these two days have been really lively...I will go down and have a look after the shift in a while."

"Ok?"

Liz frowned when she noticed something wrong, but didn't ask anything in the end, but turned and walked into the elevator.

down.

Passed through the blockades and entered the most dangerous prison.

Then, the door opened in front of him.

An uneasy voice came from the end of the front line.

"Mr. Huaishi, I've always been out of breath lately, feeling dizzy and flustered inexplicably, there will be no big problems, right?

Immediately afterwards, a trustworthy voice that sounded kind and gentle asked: "Does this happen when you rest?"

"occasionally."

"Do you have it when you are alone?"

"Yes."

"It may be claustrophobia. The initial stage is fine, but if the condition is left for too long, it may worsen and deepen, affecting your physical condition. You should have a tendency to anorexia by now?"

"Yes, nothing wrong. Eat very little."

A sound of writing came from the end of the long line and from the cell. Soon, a sticky note was torn off and the window was handed out: "This is a preliminary diagnosis. After your rotation is over, you can go to the Ivy League medical room. Look, prescribe some medicine and follow the doctor's advice, otherwise you don't want to get depression in hell, right?"

The guard who received the note was suddenly surprised and nodded: "Thank you Mr. Huaishi."

"You're welcome, it's easy."

The man in the cage smiled and said, "Next."

"Humph."

Seeing how arrogant he was in prison, Liz couldn't help but snorted, and directly raised his hand to push away the guy who was in the way in front of him, and went straight forward.

"Don't jump in... the line."

The guy who was pushed away looked up and saw Liz, his face suddenly stiffened. Soon, all the guards who were paddling during working hours stood obediently in the corner.

And Liz stepped forward and stood outside the cage.

See the radiant Huai poem inside.

It seemed to be on vacation, relaxed and at ease, without the consciousness of being a prisoner.

He even got a table for him not knowing where to put it inside.

And pen!

"Didn't I say that you are not allowed to give any sharp objects to the prisoner!" Liz frowned, then turned her head angrily: "What are you doing? Don't you be afraid that this **** will smash your throat!"

"I want to point out that this is an insult to the trust and bond between us!"

Without waiting for others to speak, Huai Shi took the lead to become serious: "These guards are very good to me first, and they are willing to chat with me, the captive, to persuade me to surrender to the Ivy League. Not only did they not deprive me of any food, but even gave it back. The pen I use to write! As a classical music teacher with ethics and literacy, I will avenge revenge, then use these things as weapons to hurt them!"

The guards next to him nodded again and again, and the expression of how a good person like Mr. Huaishe could do such an excessive thing made Liz only feel his scalp numb.

Are these **** brainwashed?

Or is there something wrong?

Haven't a little bit of alertness gone!

Liz looked at the Huai poem in the cage, and couldn't help but sneered: "You look like a good mess, you have made so many friends."

"Everyone is only performing official duties, and there is no personal relationship. Please don't doubt the ethics of your personnel. If you insist on saying anything, just treat me as a more attractive person."

A certain gold medal cowboy with no shame in the slightest shook his head, looked at Liz, and suddenly looked a little surprised: "Is this wearing a good outfit, do I have a new hairstyle?"

The girl in front of me now doesn't see the courage she once had. Although her eyebrows are still awkward, the combination of makeup and earrings is perfect.

After the hairstyle fell from the back of his head, it was knitted again, and the temperament was much gentler.

Paired with jeans and T-shirts that highlight the figure, it looks youthful.

"Otherwise?"

Liz asked indifferently: "Otherwise? Don't you think I'm the kind of woman whose muscles grow into my head?"

"Where?" Huai Shi replied sincerely: "It's just praise."

"I hope so."

She didn't say much.

Even so, but the mood is inevitably a little bit happy.

It can only be said that inside the Ivy League is not a group of dead men who wear plaid shirts every day, or a group of straight men who don't treat her as a woman.

She never thought that it was this guy who noticed her change of hairstyle and earrings first.

Although the short past between the two was full of unpleasantness, she had to admit that this guy was still a little eye-sighted.

It did not disappoint this beautiful face.

"Come with me."

She waved to the person next to her to open the lock, "The teacher wants to see you."

Huai Shi nodded and allowed the staff to put handcuffs and shackles on him very cooperatively, and smiled at the others: "Then come here today... everyone, hurry back to work, and Mr. Hubert Remember to eat less oil and salt, your cholesterol has been above the limit for a long time~www.wuxiaspot.com~ A guard who is slightly obese suddenly touched his stomach and laughed, waved to Huaishi, thanking him for his worry .

Liz's expression suddenly became gloomy again.

This guy has no scruples, showing off his deep friendship with other people in front of her? Don't you put her in your eyes at all!

"Exchange your sincerity."

Huai Shi seemed to be able to think of what she was thinking, sighed, and earnestly advised: "It's really easy to make friends... You have been the high priest for too long, and everyone is afraid of you when you are always holding the air. ."

"To shut up."

Liz slammed his stomach with a fist.

Turn around and walk forward.

It's just that when passing by other prisons, she paused slightly and saw the prisoner inside—the Eye of Nightmare who was held here a few days ago because of a private fight with members of the Ivy League.

The man with muscles and scars is wearing a vest, holding a dumbbell in one hand and working out constantly, while holding a book in the other hand, he is reading in a trance, and can't help but hum.

Liz paused, frowning: "What are you looking at?"

"Ok?"

The burly man glanced at her and lifted the cover of the book to show it.

-"Introduction to Classical Music Appreciation".

God **** classical music!

"Are you sick?" Liz felt her eyes jump wildly.

Brother, can't you look at your own image...Do you have anything that looks good with classical music?

The man who exercised looked at her blankly, wondering what this woman was driving crazy.

"Forget it."

Liz gritted her teeth and moved forward.

She shouldn't take this job today!