Apocalyptic Forecast

silence.

There was a long silence.

Under the dazzling light, the straight spine of the pavilion seemed to be broken.

Little by little, bent down.

After a long time, a wailing voice responded.

So, the forest hut nodded happily and waved behind him. The black market doctor who waited for a long time snorted unpleasantly, turned and left.

Run for nothing, bad luck!

It wasn't until that hand finally left his head that the outhouse finally caught his breath.

It was like being stuffed into the deep sea and enduring a long suffocation.

Breathing every bit of air greedily, tears and snot flowed out unconvincingly.

Howling and crying.

"Okay, good boy."

The hut in the forest stretched out his hand to free him, squatted in front of him, smiled and picked up his hand, and shook it: "From today, let us be good friends."

"Yeah." The outer hall nodded blankly, like a walking dead.

The hut in the forest nodded, took out a mobile phone and handed it to him: "Remember to tell your friends not to grab the truck again-although we have taken the stolen medicine back-but the hidden part, also hurry up I sent it back. There are sixteen types of special medicines, which are aimed at people with different veterinary characteristics.

Of course, it is also necessary to persuade them to surrender and confess the source of the intelligence and encourage them. "

"Ok."

The outer hall numb nodded.

"Finally, starting from today, learn to read the news... Change the **** behavior of your Yingzhou people to me earlier."

The hut in the forest tilted its head, took off the cigarette at the corner of the mouth, slammed it out, and said contemptuously: "This thing was distributed for free in Danbo yesterday. If you register, you will get two treatments for free! If you do not register a box of five thousand Yingzhou coins , It's almost **** cheaper than cold medicine! You can figure it out for yourself, how much can you change for the train that you bombed..."

silence.

Long, long and long silence.

The foreign hall raised his head with difficulty, stunned, unable to understand what he heard.

"what?"

"Name?"

The staff member behind the window looked up.

"Standing Stone."

The embarrassed middle-aged man sat on a chair, holding his crumpled border passport: "Tateishi Shinya, thirty-one years old, this, this is my daughter, Tateishi Yuanzi..."

He pulled the sluggish girl next to him and shook her shoulders, as if the dozing girl hurriedly raised his eyes, as if he had practiced, and smiled nervously behind the window.

"She is healthy, very healthy, and very capable." Tateishi explained nervously: "Don't look at her when she is young. She is seventeen. She can do more tasks than some adults, and can wash clothes and cook. , Really, she, she..."

Under the look of the staff, the middle-aged man's expression gradually became hesitant, and he said incoherently: "Please, she is really capable of work... She can... I can do it, I can do it. More, I can do anything."

"Hey, hurry up!"

The people behind urged, and a child cried out.

Tateishi's lips moved, unable to tell, his face gradually paled.

In the hustle and bustle of the office hall, a long line had already lined up from the hall to the square, and there were a lot of windy people lining up outside, preferring to be exposed to the scorching sun rather than going to the free drinking water nearby to blow the air conditioner.

For fear of delay.

Behind the window, the inspection from the staff continued for a while, and soon, a calm voice came from the speaker.

"Mr. Tateishi, I think you wrote on your own form. Have you ever experienced musical instrument performance? Trumpeter?"

"...Yes, yes!" Li Shiru was amnesty, and nodded panic: "Although I haven't practiced for many years, I can pick it up again, it will be soon!"

"In this case, you can fill in a new application form for art practitioners after the registration process, and go to the B2 window to register at the Tamba Music Hall special recruitment. They are short of staff recently. , The salary will be much higher."

The staff calmly took photos, stamped the form, handed it over, and finally reminded: “Each family has the residence qualifications of immediate family members including spouse, children and parents. I suggest you go to the next one. Tell the truth after the window."

She took her gaze back from the bewildered girl and told the handler: "Danbo doesn't need a little girl who is under twelve to wash clothes."

Everything that happened next was like a dream.

But it is different from those nightmares.

It went smoothly like those absurd fantasies made on the train.

Tateishi was holding his daughter in a daze, holding a thick form in one hand, moving between the windows, and finally came to the front of the temporary medical room.

Standing in front of the counter, swallowed and spit.

"This...this is my household registration certificate..." He asked uneasyly: "Injection...is the injection here? Special medicine, the free one, is it true?"

"One adult and one girl."

The busy nurse didn't have time to pay attention to his emotions, and grabbed the test sheet in his hand. After looking through it, he stamped it again and handed over two sheets neatly: "Turn right inside, just line up, next one. "

Tateishi was pushed by the people behind, but he plucked up the courage to ask again, "Is it really free?"

"It's not free, sir."

The nurse looked up in surprise.

She said: "The injection fee of 200 yen per person is to be paid by yourself. Please go inside and line up to pay the fee. Next..."

Being pushed, urged, and scolded.

The standing stone was like duckweed, drifting along with the crowd, looking dazzled at everything in front of him, but didn't react to anything, and was finally pushed into the injection room, still like sleepwalking.

The soul does not keep home.

Looking at everything in front of me blankly.

There was no real feeling even during the injection, just a slight pain, like the pain that can be seen everywhere in life in the past.

"...Adults, please ensure adequate food within a week. If minors have cold symptoms, please go to the nearest designated hospital to go to the special window."

Next to him, the nurse who was instructing noticed him in a trance and frowned, "Sir, sir, are you listening?"

But Li Shi still looked at her daughter in the injection room blankly, putting her whole body on the glass, not daring to let her leave her sight.

"It seems to be better than before, you see, a lot of energy..."

He muttered to himself, not knowing who he was talking to, and couldn't help but smile: "It doesn't look so sleepy anymore, doesn't it? It's much better than before..."

"The injection has just been injected and it hasn't worked, sir." The nurse reminded.

But Tateishi still looked at his daughter infatuatedly and kept his eyes intent. After a long time, he softly returned: "But, it will be better, right?"

The nurse was taken aback for a moment, and slowly nodded.

"...Yes, it will get better."

She smiled and replied: "It will be better than before, Mr. Tateishi."

Didi's call came, and she put the notice with the precautions in her hand into the middle-aged man's hand and turned away.

Under the gentle sunlight outside the window, the thin paper rolled slightly in the wind, and those writings flew into the blue sky as if they were spreading their wings.

The illusion of dim light, like rain, shed from the sky, illuminating the last part of it.

It is not a printed black body, but rather like a blessing written by someone hurriedly grabbing a pen before leaving and writing a blessing for travelers arriving from afar.

Tell everyone who comes here.

——Welcome to Danbo.

.

"Name?"

Outside the emergency room, the surgeon was holding the medical records in his hands, following the emergency team, checking the patient's information with the patient's family, but before entering the operating room, his footsteps stopped for a while, and his expression was solemnly reminded: "The patient is already old. , Sudden official failure, this kind of major surgery is risky, I hope you will be prepared."

"Please, please." The haggard man bowed repeatedly, begging expectantly: "Please."

"I...do my best."

The doctor looked away and stopped looking at his expectant face.

Six hours later, after the emergency patient Hiromi Nakamura survived the operation, she stopped breathing in the ward. Cause of death, postoperative myocardial infarction, at the age of 54.

Two minutes later, a baby's cry sounded from another operating room. The birth was smooth and the mother and daughter were safe.

"Do you think about a name?"

In the ward, the nurse solemnly reminded: "This is a big deal, don't give the child a strange name. Mrs. Matsuda in front has to be a very long one. It seems that it is still a band's album. I will not listen to it. People."

The pale wife leaned on the bed, holding her husband's hand, staring at the sleeping Zhengxiang baby, she couldn't help smiling.

"future."

She thought for a while and said seriously, "Her name is the future."

So, in the darkness, Huai Shi heard the name.

Can't help but laugh.

Applaud for it.

future.

.

"Name?"

Before the checkpoint, the nervous girl replied in jerky Yingzhou: "Jin Suyuan."

"Name?"

At the interview, the young man plucked up his courage and raised his head: "Kobori Shizumi."

"Name?"

On the street, the busker who played the violin handed out his identity certificate: "Chen Cheng."

"Name?"

The trendy girl spit out her tongue~www.wuxiaspot.com~Dachang Hope..."

In the darkness, Huai Shi raised his head and heard those sounds from afar continuously emerging, like countless tiny light spots, dancing in front of him, illuminating the long and lonely road.

More voices are ringing.

More prayers, more thanks, more calls.

Guide him, a little bit forward.

Until he opened his eyes from the drowsiness, countless broken souls gathered again, following the guidance, staring at the countless rays of light passing by.

Unconsciously, the darkness has been illuminated by that endless light.

The lonely long road is full of pedestrians.

Amidst the lively crowd, the clamor one after another.

When they passed by, the souls who had never met smiled gratefully at him, told him his name, and then returned to the crowd.

The names overlapped one after another, holding up his soul, guiding him upward, and returning from this cold and empty universe.

He was in a brightly lit street, he was in an uninhabited alley, he was listening to the cry in the ward, and staring at the child's sleeping face under the warm light.

When Huai Shi raised her head, she saw the mighty rain of light spilling from the night, falling in the hands of nothingness, bit by bit, and every stream of light carried a smiling face from a friend.

As if finally waking up from this long dream since parting.

"It's nice to be able to meet again, my friend."

Huai Shi stared at the light and rain, and smiled.

After a long time, he bowed to say goodbye, turned and walked into a deeper dream.

Gritting my teeth and forbearing, I didn’t go to the Night City all day to update, so...tomorrow I will...

(End of this chapter)

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