Apocalyptic Forecast

"Fucking? Don't talk nonsense, I just recalled the past with an old friend who has lived alone for a long time."

　　 Russell tilted his head, lit his cigar, and suddenly asked, "Huai Shi, when was your happiest before?"

　　 Huai Shi didn’t even think about it, and replied directly: “When it’s time to make money!”

　　 "Ha, it's really simple."

　　 Russell was amused, "Except for this? It's not this kind of short-term peace that just makes the panic go away, but you will love it from the bottom of your heart, and you can't bear the time it passed... When is it?"

　　 Huaishi thought for a moment, lowered his head, and looked at the musical instrument solidified in amber on his wrist.

　　 "Probably when I was playing the cello."

　　 He sighed softly, "When I first learned to play the violin, I didn't know anything, but I liked it instinctively.

　　 In the sound of the piano, all the listeners can be satisfied and feel happy, and I have not lost anything... Even after becoming a sublimator, being able to enjoy unscrupulously, there is no way to compare with this feeling. "

　　 "But you didn't have a good time."

　　 "That's right." Huai Shi nodded.

　　 "No matter how difficult life is, there will be light, right?"

　　 Russell smiled, staring at the setting sun in the distance, "Everyone will have it, and the same is true for Sharma."

　　 "……"

　　 Huaishi squinted, looking at his happy smile as if looking at the beautiful past, only to feel that the old man is really sick: "Obviously, did you think of a way to add a blockage to others?"

　　 Before he left, he used his old enemy Ying Fangzhou to tan him. It was revenge no matter what! "

　　 "This is not a contradiction, Huai Shi."

　　 Russell turned his head back, with a happy expression: "It should be said that this is the most wonderful place-Sharma's happiest time in her life is actually spent with the person he hates the most."

"what?"

　　 Huai Shi was dumbfounded.

　　 "If anyone in this world can truly understand Yingfangzhou, there is no doubt that it should be him?"

　　 Russell turned his head, staring at the stone ball drifting away behind him, and whispered softly: "After all, except Ying Fangzhou, no one can drag him out of his shell..."

　　 In a nutshell, it's a mortal enemy, right?

　　 Scholars who are self-enclosed to the point where they can't listen to any persuasion, and those who are so proud and rigid that they can't listen to any suggestions.

　　 Sharma, a scholar from Tianzhu, and Ying Fangzhou, a sublime from Dongxia, two teammates who have never been on the same channel regardless of their strengths and weaknesses.

　　 As early as the first moment they met, they had already determined that the other party was someone who was absolutely incompatible with them. Whether it was rationality or instinct, they all blacked each other out.

　　 If possible, I don’t want to stay in the same room for a second.

　　In fact, the two sides have never concealed their rejection and dislike of each other, but this does not prevent the two from working closely together without gaps when exploring the abyss.

　　 It is tasks and work that override personal likes and dislikes, and what is hidden under disputes is the ‘recognition’ that even they would not admit.

　　 If you want to realize your own value and fulfill your own ideals, then you must have the other party's existence!

　　 The results that the other person can bring, no one else can do it.

　　 Such an efficient and awkward combination is not an exaggeration if it is called mutual use. It's not a friendship between brothers and sisters, but a cooperator who tries his best to endure and restraint.

　　 But besides that, there must be something.

　　 If the other party is gone.

　　 will definitely be lonely...

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　　 When Russell left and returned to the silent stone ball, all the isolation measures for outsiders disappeared.

　　 But the stone statue is still in place, silent.

　　 Until a phantom that doesn't belong here emerges, he feels helplessly: "It seems that it's not the time to visit, this can collide with that **** Russell."

　　 Woodman from the Golden Dawn shook his head, seemingly pitying: "Haven't you given up on the dream of rebuilding the kingdom of heaven? You deserve it, Russell..."

　　, he turned around and asked: "Since you rejected him, how did you consider our proposal?"

　　 "I won't even think about it."

　　 The stone statue remained motionless, "I said, I'm not interested, you should go now."

　　 "Then, I'm bothering you this time."

　　 Woodman smiled, not entangled, just lifted the brim of his hat, and said goodbye politely, but before he left, he stopped for a while.

　　 sighed silently.

　　 "Sharma, I know how much you hate the outside world, how much you hate those who keep letting you down... But no matter how prosperous and permanent the world inside, it doesn't have any value or meaning.

　　 "You should make a choice."

　　 He said, “It’s not between the remnants of the Utopia and the rebellion of the Golden Dawn, but the inside and the outside-between a puppet who never disappoints you and someone else who will hurt you.”

　　 "Woodman, I already have a choice."

　　 The creator in the ecological bottle opened the door to leave and told him straightforwardly: "The world inside is very good, please don't bother me again."

　　 "If so, why do you still see Russell and me?"

　　 Woodman turned his head, glanced at him one last time, and asked softly: "Is there really no regrets in the world inside?"

　　 The stone statue did not answer.

　　 And Woodman's phantom has disappeared silently, like a ghost evaporating in the sun, disappearing without a trace.

　　 In the long silence, the huge ecological bottle closed again.

　　 Everything is back in order.

　　 Numerous laws operate from it, in accordance with the will of the creator, slowly making up for the damage and hidden dangers caused by outsiders, re-adjusting the operation of wind, rain and tides, and revising the established history of the future.

　　 In this way, from now on to extend the yearning to the future, until after thousands of years, ten thousand years, the never-ending approach to the non-existent eternity.

　　 There are no accidents, and there are no unreasonable exceptions.

　　 Perfect and harmonious.

　　 From beginning to end, Sharma didn't make any other moves.

　　 There was a breeze blowing in the distance, scrolling Russell's business card left on the table, and falling in front of him, together with the invitation of Golden Dawn.

　　 There is no need to take any action. As long as Sharma's idea, the two pieces of paper that do not have any strangeness will start to decompose from matter, iterating from pulp to elements and dust, and no traces will be seen.

　　 For a long time, the two pieces of paper have not changed in any way.

　　——Will there be any regrets in the world inside, Sharma?

"I do not know……"

　　 Sharma answered softly.

　　 "But, he died so contented, it makes me sad."

　　 That disgusting face appeared in front of him, with a fearless smile that was the same as before, and the Creator closed his eyes sadly.

　　 Because of me, nothing...

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　　 The next day, after an overnight voyage, Huaishi and the others have already landed and arrived in the Hawaiian Islands, a Roman colony on the vast Pacific Ocean.

　　 The largest children's playground in the Pacific Ocean.

　　In the past history, due to the political rivalry and power seesaw between Rome and America, Hawaii has become a place with a rather strange style of painting.

　　Because of its relaxed legal system, it has become the largest offshore company registration place in the world, and taxation is even more relaxed to attract more funds to enter.

　　 At the same time, while vigorously developing the tourism industry, the education industry is also booming. The Ivy League has opened a variety of training facilities here, and regarded it as a training pilot for its sublimators. With the'genius children's education' as a selling point, relying on local legal conditions, it has carried out age-free'mathematics' and'physics. ','Logics' training courses to collect talented new blood.

　　 There are even ‘driving’ and ‘shooting’ for ordinary people in cars, speedboats and helicopters, as well as ‘extreme sports’ subjects such as parachuting, skiing, and wingsuit flying.

　　 There is no limit to age, no limit to objects, pay on the same day, start learning on the same day, including education and meeting, and graduation within ten days at the earliest. As long as you have money, even an eight-year-old child who comes here and trains for a few months can learn an amazing skill.

　　 It's a pity that Huaishi and the others didn't come here to investigate their colleagues.

　　 After renting a car with their own license, they slowly headed towards Honolulu.

　　 On the road, Russell kept turning his mobile phone in his hand, as if waiting for a call.

Huai Shi beside 　　 looked at him and shook his head: "I haven't contacted you until now. It seems that he really doesn't want to care about you."

　　 "Yes, it's really sad that my old friend is leaving."

　　 Russell sighed, staring out the window sadly, lonely as snow.

"Ha ha."

　　 Huaishi sneered, stepped on the gas pedal, and didn't bother to care about him.

　　 Russell gave the address in a residential area, in front of an ordinary house on the outskirts of Honolulu.

　　 In the afternoon sun, you can see a dog lying lazily in the shadow under the eaves behind the fence, leaning on his rice bowl and sticking his tongue out.

"What is this place?"

　　 Huai Shi looked at it carefully for a long time, and couldn't see any peculiarities, but felt that he was worthy of being a senior expert, hidden in the city, and did not reveal any abnormalities at all.

　　 "It's just an ordinary house, don't think too much."

　　 Russell gave him a weird look as if he knew what he was thinking about.

　　 "Who are you looking for this time?" Huai Shi asked.

　　 "After so many years, I'm afraid we can't find any of us-it's just a little bit of personnel." Russell raised his hand and rang the doorbell.

　　 For a long time, no one in the room responded.

　　 "It looks like no one is gone, Huai Shi."

　　 Russell sighed: "Let's go."

But in a car that stopped slowly not far from the side of the road~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Behind the window that was rolled down, a middle-aged man with a beard poked his head out, looked over here curiously, carefully distinguished Look like two people.

　　 "Is this Mr. Russell?"

　　 The returning homeowner got out of the car and asked with some uncertainty.

　　 Russell was startled when he heard the words, and looked at each other with Huai Shi.

　　 In the present situation, thanks to the precise and prudent cognitive operation of the Astronomical Society, the gap between common sense and extraordinary sense is extremely stable.

　　 In order to protect the greatest degree of stability and social order, the Astronomical Society has formed a complex mechanism through its interference in the Sea of ​​Silver.

All knowledge and phenomena related to the sublimator and outside the realm are subject to cognitive blockade. Unless there is a work permit similar to that of the sublimator, alchemist or related unit, even if you occasionally see some strange things, you will be blocked. Think of the scenery you take for granted and forget about it.

　　 Even if he has a reputation between the borders, for ordinary people, Russell may be just the president of an unpopular university, and it is not worth paying attention to. As for Huaishe...who?

　　 Xinhai City 9th Muse Cup Junior Division runner-up?

　　 At this time, on this island in the Pacific, it is strange that an ordinary person can call Po Russell.

　　 Russell looked at him for a moment, and after making sure he had never seen him before, he asked in confusion:

"you know me?"