Apocalyptic Forecast

Obviously understands the nature of his father ’s work, Fu Yi ’s eyes looked strange at Huai Shi, “You were in trouble during the summer vacation?”

"……Yep."

Huai Shi nodded, don't know how to say.

Fu Yi didn't ask much, just said: "There is no need to be afraid of him, he is just used to being rude, he doesn't understand a little ... euphemism.

Probably everyone who has been to the battlefield. I think that the best I can think of is not flattering. "

After a while, she received a meeting text message from the student union, and returned to the appearance of the lady Wen Jing, and left.

Huai Shi was alone in the piano room until the evening self study.

According to the command of the crow, he took the medicine, and then practiced the piano for a few hours to complete today's meditation.

He feels that as his body grows, the fluctuations in his source will become more abundant, and he expects to reach the peak soon?

Soon, after the development period is over, he can start to prepare for the sacred mark. The crow said that he would choose a pedigree and type that would match him perfectly.

It must be a lot of money ...

Thought of this point Huai Shi had a headache, but now he seems to have begun to get used to this heavy daily routine.

Practicing piano, farting with students, touching fish, coping with teacher inspections, making some mistakes, ushering in some reprimands, meditation, sending sand sculptures, hand drawing cards without krypton and white prostitutes, writing homework, exams, taking time to complete the astronomy Work, reading records of the book of destiny, preparing for the college entrance examination ...

If you count things carefully, it will be terrible.

Even though there are a lot of dissatisfaction, there are many things that are not necessarily necessary, but this is the precious life he has achieved by his own efforts.

Even if it is hard, he is willing to eat it.

Then, he left early before the evening self-study.

I'm kidding, I finally got the privileges. Do I still have to stay up to nine o'clock every day as before to catch up with the last bus and share the bike to go home?

Today, he is a man who can afford a bus pass!

Huai Shi carried the piano box and hummed a song, deliberately made a circle in front of the teaching building, greeted the envious eyes of students, and swaggered out of the school gate.

Then stopped by the porter.

"Huai Shi, right?"

The uncle who was playing the mobile phone also had a little impression on him, and pointed to the porter: "With your courier ... not as an example, this is not a collection point. Next time, I will directly inform your class teacher to take it."

"What?" Huai Shi froze, followed his finger to the pile of express boxes in the corner of the porter.

do not know why.

Hairy hair upside down.

If there is a substantial chill from his heels to the back of the head, he tapped on his shoulders, and finally stepped on the top of his head with his eyebrows, pulling his hair, grinning and whirling, blowing in his ears Cold wind laughed generally.

He barely stood firm and stumbled back.

"What's wrong?" The porter glanced at him and shook his head, "Forget it, I'll give it to you."

"and many more!"

Huai Shi reached out and grabbed his wrist, the uncle froze for a moment, stopped in his place, looked back at him stunnedly, and even hurt his arm by a little ghost.

"Sorry, I can do it myself."

Huai Shi pulled him impolitely, took off the piano box, walked into the porter, squatted down to look at the courier with his name written on it.

In the messy sound of the TV on the wall, he vaguely heard the ticking sound from the box.

So crisp.

Huai Shi squatted on the ground, motionless, and remained silent for a long time, until the porter urged him several times impatiently before slowly getting up, pulling him out of the door almost rudely, regardless of what he was talking about I got a cell phone and dialed Director Fu's call.

"Hey? I am Huai Shi." Huai Shi raised his eyes and looked at the monitor outside the door. "Director Fu, can you see me, right?"

"What is your kid thinking?" The middle-aged man pressed his anger, "Is the director of a special office of Laozi, do you have nothing to do with watching the surveillance peeping you all day?"

"Forget it." Huai Shi sighed, "You come to the school all the time, bring people, it is best to have an explosion-proof expert ... The school is about to explode, literally."

"What's going on? What is it? What are you doing!"

Director Fu was surprised, and all three questions in life were thrown over.

After the reaction came, I heard a messy voice over there: "Ten minutes! You are waiting! Just stay where you are, don't move anything!"

The phone hung up.

Huai Shi called Ai Qing again, and after reporting her situation, she quietly pulled the guard and waited a few meters away from the porter.

Of course, it ’s another matter if the uncle of the guard is willing. It seems to have attracted the attention of many people. The patrolling security guards also have teachers who are going to study on their own.

Soon, the noise stopped abruptly in front of the **** cars.

The men with long guns and short guns came out from the car, and then Director Fu jumped out of his body armor and walked directly to Huai Shi.

"Where are the things?"

Huai Shi pointed in the direction of the porter. Director Fu didn't talk about anything any longer. After waving his hand, two bulky figures wrapped in explosion-proof clothes pushed the explosion-proof ball on the car into the porter.

Soon, bad news came from the intercom.

Director Fu's face became more and more ugly, he glanced at Huai Shi, and waved everyone to quit again for a long distance.

It didn't take long for two experts who took off their helmets to walk out, their messy hair sticking to their foreheads, and sweat dripping from their chins.

"solved."

They took each other's hands to take off the heavy protective clothing of each other, and then showed the box lying in the explosion-proof ball to Director Fu. In the box that was cut open, the countdown to the ghost thing **** with dense cables and circuit boards had stopped for an hour and a half.

"It looks like a normal style."

Director Fu didn't look closely. He put one hand in the oblique thorn into the urn, took them out, weighed it in his hand, and scared him to almost stop breathing.

Is Ai Qing.

She was sitting in a wheelchair, handling dangerous items that were enough to blow herself up to heaven: "What about the trigger type?"

"Two types, a mixed type of hair and timing. It will explode when the box is opened and the time is up. Explosives are ordinary mine explosives, and their power is relatively low. It may only flatten this porter."

The expert gasped and sat on the floor smoking a cigarette, "If you open it in a place like a classroom, the consequences are worrying."

"......"

Director Fu put his hands on his back and didn't speak. The hands behind him jumped up.

"It has become a vicious public safety incident." Ai Qing rubbed her eyebrows slightly, "who sent it?"

Soon, the surveillance on the road showed the trace of the delivery person on the screen.

A man with a hat ricketing on his waist, wearing an old clothes from the northern express, but it looks like it is not like a courier, the footsteps are still a bit staggering, walking limping.

Hidden his face under the brim from beginning to end. He could not see his face clearly. After giving things to the doorman, he drove away.

Just before leaving, as if provoking, he looked up at the monitor.

Exposed the twisted face with a terrible burn.

Faintly remains the past and amiable appearance.

Grinned happily.

Toward everyone present.

No need to remember, as long as you see that face, all the people present who experienced the turmoil half a month ago can recognize it.

That was the nominal leader of the once Saviour Association ...

"Wang Hai ?!"

Director Fu's eyes widened, unbelievable, "He is still alive?"

"It seems that it is indeed alive to be right now." Ai Qing glanced coldly at the proud smile on that screen, "And there is still the power to challenge us to write a book."

Soon, the brief talk was over.

Undoubtedly, this is a provocation against the Special Service and the Astronomical Society. The remnants of a Saviour's Association are still daring to attack in Xinhai. .

Until now, there is no second option except to kill these grandchildren.

From this moment on, the Special Affairs Department has been running intensively. Soon, the eyeliners that are inserted in every corner of Xinhai will begin to search for all traces of Wang Hai. Once any clues are found, a group of fists are very impatient. The elder brother will start with a long gun and short guns from the sky and teach him to be a man.

From beginning to end, Huai Shi sat on the steps and looked calm.

Said nothing.

Is just silence.

Seemed to be in a daze. It took a long time before he recovered from the dream like waking up and looked at Ai Qing beside him: "It's done?"

"It may just start."

Ai Qing shrugged, "Don't put too much pressure on it, the special agent will send you back first, take a good rest tonight, I will inform you at any time if there is news."

"Yep."

Huai Shi nodded his head and didn't say anything, but after taking two steps, it seemed that he remembered it. He turned around and asked, "Yes, can you help me with the leave procedure?"

"Ok?"

Ai Qing froze for a moment, and saw his eyes for a long time, nodding with a sigh.

"Thanks."

Huai Shi smiled, and said nothing more, just picked up the piano box, and finally glanced at the school where the calm was restored, and the lighting of the piano room in the distance.

Seemed to see Fu Yi's shadow from that window. She looked at herself from afar, so Huai Shi waved to her.

Wave goodbye.

For a long time, he withdrew his eyes and turned away.

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"I am back."

In the sharp sound of the door bolt rubbing, Huai Shi pushed open the door of the stone pith pavilion. Although no one was waiting for him in the courtyard, he shouted like he went home.

The iron gate closed slowly behind him, as if responding.

Just entered the door, and saw the table in the hall ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The crow was standing next to the boiling crucible, waving his wings to Huai Shi.

"Dalang, take the medicine."

"Isn't it already drunk in the morning?" Huai Shi walked over, picked up a test tube on the table, and drank up with his head.

"Add a meal, by the way, adjust the formula in the potion according to your current situation."

After the crow explained, he didn't ask anything. Instead, he tilted his head curiously and looked at Huai Shi in front of him, as if he had found something interesting.

"What's wrong?" Huai Shi puzzled.

"No, I was just thinking-if it is normal, how would you respond when you heard Dalang taking medicine?" The crow asked, "Is there something going on, Huaishi?"

Huai Shi was silent.

For a long time, he slowly shook his head and turned to the bedroom upstairs.

"Nothing happened." He murmured with his back to the crow, "I'm going to bed, good night."

Close the door, take off your coat and throw off your shoes.

Huai Shi was lying on the bed, staring blankly at the cracks on the wall, as if in a daze. For a long time, he buried his face in the pillow regretfully.

"Damn, I'm so weak ..."

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On the branch outside the window, the crow staring at all this did not go in to comfort.

"Looks like it's a terrible loss."

She narrowed her eyes, "The collection of the Saint Mark material can be put on the agenda ..."

Contemplating the next plan and the things to be prepared, she returned to the lobby floor table, writing and writing on the book to remember what.

Next, it was a long night.

The new semester of Huai Shi, and the quiet life he longed for, thus came to a close in a hurry.

He is on holiday.