This world is terrible

[Please keep your distance, don't crowd, come one by one]
[Everyone please line up in order and enter in an orderly manner]

Guangshan Street.

Outside the local disaster shelter, the "mushrooms" formed by the rain still formed a long queue.

At this time, five hours had passed since the "Zero" plan was launched.

Five hours is a very long time in the human biological clock, almost occupying half of the night, but compared with the tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of people in each street (town), it seems a drop in the bucket.

Verifying personnel information, confirming family status, distinguishing special groups, whether to give preferential treatment, and whether supervision is needed... All of this is an important part of ensuring order in this "secret room" in the next few days.

In extraordinary times, anyone who dares to act rashly will not get a second chance.

[I reiterate that there is enough space underground to accommodate everyone, so please do not push, cut in line, or disrupt the order on site. Once the above situations are discovered, we will impose severe penalties——]
Putting down the loud speaker, Song Lao Hu glanced at the time anxiously. Seeing that it was only a few minutes away from the morning in a broad sense, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh:
"Based on the data from Sabin City six years ago, the fog that brought about the anomaly should have had a gap of about three to four days between it and the rainstorm."

"If we hurry up, it will be enough for all the people in East China to hide underground and take the Century Train to other sister cities little by little, but..."

"I'm just afraid of unexpected natural disasters and unexpected complications."

"It's been so long, I don't know what's happened to Fatty Wang, if..."

Drip!

Song Lao Hu was talking to himself when his thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the vibrating cell phone in his pocket.

There must be news.

He hurriedly handed the loudspeaker to someone next to him, and then he went to find a shop far away, squatted on the eaves of the shop, and lit up the screen in a few seconds.

[Hua Kai Fu Gui: @All members, the "lover" has left the office! Attention, those responsible for the several locations that were previously called out and ordered to stop the trains, the "lover" is heading towards one of you]
--suddenly!

Flowers bloom and prosperity comes:)))))5”

Song Lao Hu hurriedly clicked it, but heard a man's dull voice coming from the speaker: "Although it is shameful, but... you should still beg for mercy to avoid unnecessary sacrifice."

--suddenly!

Song Lao Hu was stunned as another message bubble popped up from the taskbar.

This is a large group.

"The Donghai Office has begun to relocate. During the relocation period, all matters related to each location will be decided by the respective person-in-charge and director."

"..."

This moment finally came.

Song Lao Hu recovered and awkwardly took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket. He had just taken out a cigarette and put it into his mouth when he heard the roar of an engine coming from far away.

His hand shook and a cigarette fell directly into the mud.

"Damn it... He didn't even give me time for a cigarette before my death."

Song Lao Hu sighed and closed the cigarette cover. Just as he was about to put it back in his pocket, he felt it was unnecessary. He looked at his colleagues around him and threw it directly: "Tan Yan!"

"Let's share it."

As the voice fell, he put on his hood again and walked into the rain to face his destiny.

In the field of vision, the black "Feng Rui" with a unique license plate slowly slowed down and finally stopped in front of several stone pillars outside the square.

After all, this one really can't be knocked down.

Click.

The door of the cab was opened from the inside. An old man who looked like a butler held up a large umbrella, walked lightly around to the side of the vehicle, and took a well-mannered man from the back seat.

"Who is in charge here?"

The man glanced at Director Song who was standing a few steps away and asked indifferently.

Song Lao Hu, who was watching coldly, stepped forward and replied: "Sir, 'lover', that's me."

Ok?
As Song Lao Hu was speaking, he noticed out of the corner of his eye that there was actually someone sitting in the back seat of the car.

The man was motionless, and his entire body was wrapped in a tightly wrapped black robe, so that he couldn't tell his specific gender at all.

It’s strange, who is this weird guy in the “lover’s” car?
boom!
Unfortunately, his thoughts and peripheral vision were instantly cut off by the closing car door.

"I heard from Wang Peng that he assigned you a complete task, but you kept shirking it by saying you were too busy and therefore couldn't compile the data for reporting. So, I went directly to the scene."

"Leader, please show me around."

Under the big umbrella, half of the "lover's" face was hidden in the shadows: "What on earth did you do in the past few hours?"

"Uh……"

Song Lao Hu swallowed his saliva, not knowing where to start for a moment. But when he dodged and suddenly caught sight of the crowd in the distance who were looking over here, an inexplicable fierceness suddenly filled his heart. "I didn't do anything."

He slowly raised his head and finally saw the face of his "lover" under the umbrella.

Handsome, but gloomy, he makes people want to punch him for no apparent reason, breaking his fake, gold-rimmed glasses.

"Did nothing."

The "lover" was also surprised by this answer.

It wasn't because of the facts, but because of the man's attitude. He hadn't seen someone so confident and righteous in many years.

"So, you are disobeying your superiors' orders?"

"Not disobedience."

Song Lao Hu followed closely: "Compared to me, you should know the rules better."

"Without the Eighth Seat, you are just a representative of an aristocratic family. How can a representative of an aristocratic family represent the will of the bureau? How can you disobey?"

After these words were delivered, the already depressing atmosphere increased exponentially, to the point that even several colleagues who had stayed out of the matter vaguely sensed that something was wrong, and they stepped forward one by one, standing still and forming a pincer attack on each other.

"It's a tough nut to crack."

The "lover" smiled, but his voice was as cold as a poisonous snake: "I'll start with you."

"'Lover'! What are you going to do!?"

One person heard something wrong and warned immediately: "There are so many people watching here! You know the consequences of killing an executive bureau official in front of everyone. Aren't you afraid of being punished by the Eight Seats?"

"Everything has a limit."

The "lover" glanced at him and said calmly: "As long as it doesn't exceed this limit, I can control it."

"But you obviously don't belong to this category, so you will just be a few insects that disappear in vain in this farce."

"Ok?"

The lover glanced around and saw several bureau specialists, including Song Lao Hu, who were ready to make a move. He snorted coldly, "What? You want to take action? Are you planning to use all those ruthless methods you used to suppress abnormalities on me?"

Ah.

"But are you guys mistaken? How many skills are there here? Hardening? Guidance? Supercomputing? Omen?"

"It's too much of a fantasy to use the tiny branches of our eight divine skills to deal with me."

"It's better not to bring out this kind of street juggling stuff and embarrass yourself in front of others."

boom--

A muffled thunder exploded from the sky, and at the same time, an extremely cold chill suddenly rose from Song Lao Hu's spine and rushed straight to his forehead.

Instinct, warning myself?

I... am like a helpless child, but what I am facing is a ferocious beast that will eat anyone it chooses!
Got it!

As his thoughts flowed, in the frozen time and space, Song Lao Hu looked at his colleagues guiltily. It seemed that he was sorry this time!
I……

"stop!"

The battlefield that was about to break out was suddenly interrupted by a delicate female voice.

The two groups of people in the confrontation looked towards the source of the sound at the same time, only to see a young girl staggering towards them.

"What a pretty girl!"

Song Lao Hu couldn't help but exclaim in admiration from the bottom of his heart.

Time is not forgiving.

Looking back, he was known for his high standards. He had been transferred to many places and traveled around the country several times, so he was familiar with the customs and practices of the nine continents, but he had never met a beauty worthy of his praise. But the girl in front of him was different. She was so young, but she looked like this. I'm afraid that only Gao Yiyi, who had caused a lot of trouble on the Internet before, could be like her...

and many more!

high……

依…

依？
Wang Defa is really Gao Yiyi!
"I'm Gao Yiyi!"

The "girl" bit her thin lip, stood a few steps away from her "lover", and said in a trembling voice: "You are looking for me, right? I'm right here, let them go."

(End of this chapter)