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 whining voice responded.

　　 So, the hut in the forest nodded happily and waved behind him. The black market doctor who waited for a long time gave an unpleasant tut and turned and left.

　　 ran for nothing, bad luck!

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

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

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

　　 Howl and cry.

　　 "Okay, good boy."

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

　　 "Yeah." The outside 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 part that is hidden, give it to him as soon as possible. I sent it back. There are sixteen types of special effects, targeting people with different veterinary characteristics. If you fight indiscriminately, it will really kill you.

　　 Of course, it is also necessary to persuade them to surrender and explain the source of the information and instigators. "

"Ok."

　　 numb nod in the outside hall.

　　 "Finally, starting from today, learn to read the news...should you change this **** behavior of your Yingzhou people early."

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 stuff 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 Waikan raised his head with difficulty, dumbfounded, unable to understand what he heard.

"what?"

　　 "Name?"

　　 The staff 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 Garden..."

　　 He pulled the sluggish girl next to him and shook her shoulders. The girl who seemed to be dozing off hurriedly raised his eyes, as if he had practiced, and smiled nervously at the back of 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 work than some adults, and can wash clothes and cook. , Really, she, she..."

Under the staff's scrutiny, 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 lobby, a long line has already lined up from the lobby to the square. How many windy people lined up outside, preferring to be exposed to the scorching sun rather than going to the free drinking water nearby to blow the air-conditioning.

　　 I'm afraid of delay for a while.

　　 Behind the window, the staff's scrutiny 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 had musical instrument performance experience? Trumpeter?"

　　 "...Yes, yes!" Tateishi nodded panickedly, "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: “Every 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: "Tanbo 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.

　　 stood in front of the counter, swallowing and spitting.

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

　　 "One adult, 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 wait in line to pay the fee. Next..."

　　 was pushed, urged, and scolded.

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

　　The soul does not guard the house.

　　 looked at everything in front of me dull.

　　 I didn't even feel any real feelings when I injected, just a slight pain, like the pain that can be seen everywhere in my life in the past.

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

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

　　 Ke Lishi 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, I am more energetic..."

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

　　 "I just injected it, but it still doesn't work, sir." The nurse reminded.

　　 But Tateishi still looked at his daughter idiotically, without turning his eyes, for a long time, before quietly returning: "But, it will get better, right?"

　　 The nurse froze for a moment, then 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 and left.

　　 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, spilled from the sky, illuminating the last part of it.

　　 is not a printed boldface, but rather like a person hurriedly grabbing a pen before leaving to write 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 failure of the official sex, 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, the emergency patient Hiromi Nakamura survived the operation and 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 of 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 any advice. I am really anxious. People."

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

　　 "Future."

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

　　 So, in the dark, Huaishi heard the name.

　　 couldn't help but laugh.

　　 applaud.

　　Future.

　　.

　　 "Name?"

　　 Before the level, 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 Jing."

　　 "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, "Hopefully..."

In the darkness ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Huai Shi raised her head and heard the sounds from afar continuously emerging, like countless light spots, dancing in front of his eyes, illuminating the long and lonely road .

　　 More voices are ringing.

　　 More prayers, more thanks, more calls.

　　 guided 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 the endless light.

　　 The lonely long road is full of pedestrians.

　　 Amidst the lively crowds, the hustle and bustle 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.

　　 One name after another overlapped, 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 crying in the ward, and staring at the child's sleeping face under the warm light.

　　 When Huai Shi raised his head, he 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.

　　 It's like 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 in the sky, and smiled.

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

　　 gritted his teeth, forbearance, in order to update, I did not go to the night city all day, so... tomorrow I will...