Apocalyptic Forecast

It feels like the rain is not quite right.

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

　　 In the rain, Huaishi couldn't help but sneezed. The people behind him began to roughly push him, Huaishi staggered forward feebly, 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, the devil is in front of my eyes...

　　 When 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.

　　 grinned and greeted friendly.

"Hello everyone."

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

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

　　 When the cockpit door 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 raise his hand and punch him in the stomach.

　　The huge strength made Huaishi unable to help bending down.

　　 retching.

　　 almost spit out the key that had just been swallowed into the stomach.

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

　　 "Don't think you are a **** ombudsman to please me."

Captain 　　 pulled out his dagger, pointed it at Huai Shi's face, and told him every word: "I don't care!"

　　Different from the ivy, this group of mercenaries who are in **** will not be afraid of the authority of the Astronomical Society—after leaving the current realm and the border, even the power of the bureau cannot radiate to every place.

　　The Tomb of the Returnless are mostly such lawless characters. It might be someone who killed the Astronomical Society and escaped to hell.

　　 The name of the inspector 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 prisoner as a guest of honor?

　　 "It's better to be honest with me on the way, don't get any crooked thoughts."

　　 said, the captain's dagger slowly slashed across Huai Shi's face, and a crack was cut coldly.

　　The blood came out of it.

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

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

　　 flows down slowly.

　　 "Let me hear another nonsense from your mouth."

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.

　　 Huaishi's mouth suddenly turned into an arc.

　　 The blood-stained face smiled.

　　 It was as if to easily 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 finger.

　　 From beginning to end, Huai Shi did not resist.

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

　　 The action was stagnant.

Captain 　　 slowly raised his eyes, his expression became colder and colder: "What did you say?"

　　 "Said some unpleasant things."

　　 Huaishi smiled and shrugged, "I know that 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, what about the disaster 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?

　　唔, by the way, I am still an Abyssal Kitchen Demon, officially certified by the Cooking Demon Competition Organizing Committee, maybe you would like to see my credentials? What should I do 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 the borders-you know what you are doing, right? "

　　 silence.

　　 Silence and dead silence came suddenly.

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

　　 But Huaishi's smile still remains.

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

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

　　 Huaishi 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 out of the car, he saw the girl in the gray skirt 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 Mimi slipped away quietly.

　　 But after waiting for a moment, he didn't wait for 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 starting to overload and crash.

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

　　 He can't say anything like this.

　　 Under 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 babbled his answer: "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, and quickly turned around and took out the things Huai Shi did not take from the co-pilot, and handed it to Yuan Yuan: "This is Huai Shi left."

　　 The original fate is in the same place.

　　 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.

　　Unbelievable.

　　 She still remembers this doodle.

　　 It was drawn by the teacher during the break, and she used 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 finds that she can't wait for the man to come back...

　　 is so abrupt.

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

　　 Beside, Raymond was at a loss.

　　 Wait, did she misunderstand something?

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　　 Just three days after Huai Shi was'dead in action'.

　　 At the entrance of the sixth underground floor in the Ivy League resident, Liz passed the security check, raised his wrist, and displayed the QR code projected by the stigmata on it.

"Permission level a, login name Liz."

　　 The blonde girl said: "I want to enter the dungeon to interrogate the prisoner a01."

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

　　 raised his eyes and looked at the expressionless Liz, with a look of surprise.

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

"Ok?"

　　 Liz noticed something wrong and frowned, but in the end she didn't ask anything, 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 major problems, right?"

　　 Then, a trustworthy voice that sounded kind and gentle asked: "Does this happen when you are resting?"

　　 "Occasionally."

　　 "Do you have it when you are alone?"

"Yes it is."

　　 "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 be anorexia now, right?"

　　 "Yes, nothing wrong. I eat very little."

A voice 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 took the memo was suddenly surprised and nodded: "Thank you Mr. Huaishi."

　　 "You're welcome, it's easy."

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

"Humph."

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

　　 "Don't jump in..."

　　 The guy who was pushed away raised his head, his face suddenly stiffened when he saw Liz. 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.

　　 is almost as if on vacation, relaxed and peaceful, without the consciousness of being a prisoner.

　　 even gave him a table that he didn’t know where to put on it.

　　 There is still a pen!

　　 "Didn't I say that you are not allowed to give any sharp objects to the prisoner!" Liz frowned, then turned back 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 as a captive and 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, so 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 something went wrong?

　　 A little bit of alertness is gone!

　　 Liz looked at the Huai poem in the cage, and couldn't help but laughed out: "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 something, just treat me as a more attractive person."

　　A certain gold medal cowboy who has no shame in the slightest shook his head, looked at Liz, and suddenly looked a little surprised: "Is this 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 sharp, her makeup and earrings are perfectly matched.

　　 After the hairstyle fell from the back of the head, it was re-knitted 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 am the kind of woman whose muscles grow in my head?"

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

"I hope so."

　　 She didn't say much.

　　 Despite this, it is inevitable that I feel 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 to the death every day, or a bunch of straight men who don’t treat her as a woman.

　　 She never thought that it was this guy who noticed her change of hair style and ear studs first.

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

　　 did not live up to 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 let the staff put on handcuffs and shackles 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."

　　 A slightly obese guard suddenly touched his stomach and laughed, waved his hand to Huai Shi, 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~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Huaishi seems to be able to think of what she is thinking about, sighed, and earnestly advised: "It's really easy to make friends... You have been the high priest for too long. , Everyone is afraid of you when they are always holding the shelf. "

"To shut up."

　　 Liz slammed his stomach with a fist.

　　 turned around and walked forward.

　　 Just when she passed 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 all the muscles and scars is wearing a vest, holding a dumbbell in one hand and doing constant exercise, 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 see your own image...Do you have any place that looks good with classical music?

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

　　 "Forget it."

　　 Liz gritted her teeth, sighed with fire, and moved forward.

　　 She shouldn't take this job today!