Zai Zai is the hope of the world

An Yuan is pregnant~

On the night of the New Year's Eve, the woman's little secret was revealed in public, and the nervous Yan Zhan was stopped.

The man had been mentally prepared, but this rough old man's heart trembled when he greeted his little life again.

There was a little tenderness on his face covered with scars, his eyes were shining, and he hugged his wife tenderly.

A woman hangs a man by the neck and kisses.

The crowd booed loudly all around, until Yan Zhan's ears turned red, and even An Yuan didn't show any face to laugh at him. man's hut.

When there was a happy event, the place became extremely lively in an instant. Long Chen couldn't help but ran to the stage and sang a little love song to Mo Xiaobai. It was the same as what Mo Xiaobai had heard in the past, often out of tune, but with a very loud voice. rustic.

When the man sang love songs to him, his face would blush from time to time, the same as before, nothing changed.

"...Actually, the commander of Tianque is quite cute sometimes, no wonder the second brother can't let him go." Some people started to murmur.

"It would be great if such a powerful man wasn't from heaven..."

"Why do you want to be a traitor? Why don't you take a boat and stay and face the doomsday with everyone? Maybe there is still salvation?...Woo"

Mo Xiaobai heard such a voice from nowhere, and asked the man who was singing the little love songs on the stage, "Aside from singing these little love songs that teach the children badly, would you order anything else?"

Long Chen: "Then I can only sing military songs."

Mo Xiaobai smiled: "Come on~"

Long Chen knew what he meant, so he couldn't help but also laughed. Afterwards, he straightened his clothes and hair, without using Mai, and directly played the military song on the stage.

The commander sang a sentence, and the soldiers in Tianque under the stage followed up.

There is no microphone, but the voices of the officers on the stage are loud; there are only a few dozen people, but the singing of the soldiers in the audience is like a chorus of thousands.

Yin Zhu, who had been reluctant to go on stage for a long time and refused to perform everywhere, suddenly became interested, jumped onto the stage with a gun in his hand, and punched a set of punches in all directions.

The audience in the audience were frightened by such a grand performance at first, and then they got excited, and many people started to applaud.

Most of the cheering people were of a certain age. They were lucky to have survived all the way from the doomsday, and have seen the first scene where the whole world united to fight monster birds.

At that time, no matter in the sky or on the ground, whether soldiers or ordinary people, everyone who went to the battlefield sang this kind of military song. At that time, the leader who sang the song was a young child, who was really good-looking, with eyes like There are stars and the sun, and the soldiers call him the commander.

That child should be Tianque's former commander. If he hadn't made such a big mistake in the battle of returning to the nest, he should be a cute and heroic existence in everyone's mind.

People like to build sculptures for heroes.

Because sculpture never collapses.

Maybe that child made an unintentional mistake, but unfortunately not all unintentional mistakes will be forgiven by people.

Some people began to regret whether, as ordinary people, they were too harsh on heroes.

The party lasted until midnight. At midnight, Mo Xiaobai came to the stage and set off the homemade fireworks.

Saying goodbye to the old and ushering in the new, the end of the last year has passed, and it is another year closer to the second time when the group of strange birds flew.

After the lively scene was over, the crowd went back to their rooms and tents to sleep one after another. Mo Xiaobai couldn't sleep, so he called Yin Mo who had been hovering in the sky all night.

Yin Mo is the camera tonight, and the girl set up the camera and took aerial photos all night.

They took pictures of the delicious and bountiful water mats, the lively and interesting stage, the song of hope played and sung by Liang Feng, and the majestic duet of military songs.

Mo Xiaobai felt that these were not enough. He held the camera and watched it all night, and made up shots of the deserted city in the dead of night.

The camera is facing tents and houses, the moonlight is shining, the quiet city is like a sleeping baby, there are tree shadows nearby, and mountains in the distance.

Mo Xiaobai sat in front of the cave all night with the camera in his hand, until the morning light came on, and the night in the lens suddenly brightened:

The rising sun supported the sun, and the hazy mountains in the distance became green, and the shadows of the nearby trees were green and dancing. Mo Xiaobai ran out of the cave, and fields began to appear in the camera, one after another, countless, and there was a plant The apple tree is big and red, and the fruity fragrance can't wait to come out of the camera!

Immediately afterwards, Mo Xiaobai spent a day editing so many recorded videos into short films.

The name of the short film is: Welcome to the New Year.

Welcome a new year, welcome new guests.

After that, this short video invaded the Internet of the mall like a virus, and invaded every corner of the mall where the network exists.

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The private nursing ward of the mall medical hospital is on the top floor of the inpatient department. Many security guards are stationed here, but it is very quiet. No one dares to disturb the patients who are hospitalized here.

The old city lord put the virus clips received in his personal computer on the TV in front of the hospital bed, and watched the large expanse of countryside and the rising smoke through the TV, which made his impression even more shocking.

The old city lord stared at the TV screen for a long time, so long that he forgot to take his medicine.

The young dean of the medical school came to take care of him in person. When he came in, he saw the untouched pills, so he helped dig out the pills, poured a glass of warm water, and then turned off the TV and closed the personal computer that was projecting the screen.

The old city lord glanced at the young man, and the young man handed over the pills and the water glass at the same time with a respectful face.

"City Lord, your health has not been very good. Recently, natural disasters have continued, people's hearts have been turbulent, and man-made disasters have emerged one after another. You have already worried about too many things. You can't go on like this. You should have a good rest."

While speaking, he covered the old city lord with a quilt.

The old city lord took a look at the young man, drank the medicine, put the water glass on the bedside, and said: "...It's true that I am getting old, and sometimes I can't do what I want. I remember your master said before that worrying too much is easy to die early Fortunately, he took good care of me and lived to this age.

I'm still used to see a doctor in the hands of your master. "

The young man smiled, "The master has superb medical skills and has supported many juniors. He treats patients kindly and has a good temper. It is true that many people like to see a doctor under the master's hands. It is no wonder that he is the old dean. Many patients are treated by him. I'm optimistic about it."

The old city lord: "I heard that he was sick and returned home a while ago."

The young man's face was full of sadness, "It was a serious illness, and he died not long after returning home. I took over as the dean in a hurry, and I didn't even have time to see him off."

"..." The old city lord stopped abruptly, a sharp stern look flashed across his old face, but it was fleeting, "That's really a coincidence, Dean Yang just reported to me not long ago that there was something wrong in the hospital. Something is wrong, before he could tell me clearly, he died of illness."

Young people: "Things are impermanent."

The old city lord: "So, after you took over the position of your master, did you find anything wrong in this hospital?"

Young people: "The daily workload is getting heavier and heavier. Medical staff are on 24-hour shifts and go to the surrounding host towns to treat refugees. Many colleagues can't handle it and want to resign. Is this something wrong?"

"..." The old city lord looked cold, knowing that the young man hadn't told him the truth, "Thank you for your hard work, please express your condolences to the frontline medical staff and let them take care of themselves."

"Okay, Santo."

"You go down, go to the chamber of commerce, let Ye Shaojie find time to meet me."

"President Ye has been very busy recently. After you were hospitalized, he took over all the things at hand. There are a lot of things to deal with, and I'm afraid he won't be able to get away."

"..."

The old city lord stopped making a sound, and became angry, which made him cough several times, and he deeply understood what it means to have more than enough heart but not enough energy.

The young dean was full of concern, came to serve him, poured water, patted the back, and let him have a good rest with his mouth full.

The old man got a little tired, lay down, and waved for the doctor to go out.

Young people leave.

The old man was lying on the hospital bed but couldn't sleep. I don't know when, a group of unfamiliar people around him, even the security guards outside changed their faces several times. The person who used to serve him was gone. Respectful on the outside, but with the elbows facing outwards.

Many things, as early as when the mall flowed into the supernatural catalyst, gradually escaped his control.

He kind of misses his courage when he was young, turning his palms over his hands, doing what he thinks is right, and doing what he can.

The old man lay on the hospital bed and scratched his hand. Now his hand is old, like a dead branch, and many things cannot be done...

If you wait for the condition to continue to deteriorate, or the situation will get worse.

The old man suffered from insomnia that night, got up at two in the morning, turned on the computer, and sent an email to someone.

In a shelter near the mall, Yang Wu received this email.

The city lord asked the victims what they thought of the short video that had leaked out of the deserted city, and wanted to know what happened to the chamber of commerce.

Yang Wu's reply in the middle of the night was very brief:

[The disaster victims were very excited and wanted to move to the deserted city, but the people from the chamber of commerce refused to let them go, and they couldn't explain in a few words. The night patrol team here has been patrolling. I came to the medical center to explain to you personally. ]

Yang Wu is an alienated person, and he is a patient of an alienated person. No one knows this except the old city lord.

In the civil war between heaven and earth two years ago, Yang Wu, as an incompletely catalyzed alienated patient, was supposed to be sent to the isolation tower for treatment, but Yang Wu's condition was relatively mild, so the old city lord kept a hand and kept supplying it in private Yang Wu used high-purity analgesics, so his condition was well controlled.

Where exactly did the Alienator medicine flow into the mall back then? This question has never been answered.

Keeping one of the victims of the past by his side, the old city lord is for a rainy day.

And Yang Wu is a person who knows how to be grateful. In the past two years, he has worked as a manager in the mall, married a wife, and his life is much better than the patients in the isolation tower. When the city owner needs it, he must of course do his part. .

Yang Wu's ability is to shrink the ground, which can instantly teleport from one place to another without anyone noticing.

The security outside the private ward is useless to him.

The first time Yang Wu showed up, he took out a small bottle of test tube from his pocket and handed it to the old city owner.

The test tube was corked, and there was a half-tube of transparent liquid inside, like water. The old city lord looked puzzled and looked at the young man in puzzlement.

Yang Wu's complexion was paler than before. The teleportation he used just now seemed to make the powers in his body a little unstable. Yang Wu took painkillers with him and gave himself an injection. On the side of the bed, he glanced at the test tube, his voice trembling, and whispered: "...This is a supernatural catalyst."

The supernatural catalyst directly detonated a war that year.

The old city owner attaches great importance to this kind of illegal medicine. He once destroyed all the medicines that flowed into the mall. Even some small cities below Qiancheng also sent search teams to confiscate them. In theory, there should be no such drugs in Qiancheng. potion.

And the medicine back then was light blue, and the medicine in this test tube is transparent.

"Are you sure?"

"I am sure that I stole this test tube from the suitcase of a high-level chamber of commerce. I was in a hurry to leave the scene because I was almost discovered. Can catalyze a few words.

… At that time, I thought I was wrong, but later I injected myself with a small half-tube, and only then did I confirm that it was the same medicine from back then!

But I don't know if it has been improved through research, the color of the medicine has become like water, and it is colorless and tasteless, so it is not easy to be noticed. "

The old city lord looked stern, "Which chamber of commerce high-level suitcase did you get it from?"

"Boss Ma, he was very close to Boss Li at the time. I'm afraid Boss Li has something to do with this matter."

The old city lord looked around the ward, "... Boss Li is the owner of this hospital, no wonder I got sick, and the ward was completely surrounded."

Yang Wu frowned, "City Lord, do you need me to take you out?"

"No, given your current situation, it's too much to force someone to teleport. It's not appropriate to scare the snake away. You have to figure out why the supernatural catalyst suddenly started appearing in the city again."

What did the old city owner think of, "You said just now that the refugees in the shelters around the mall, the chamber of commerce will not let them go?"

"Yes, it is said that the short video in the deserted city is a seed virus, which illegally invaded the cloud network server of the mall. The upper layer is claiming that it is a synthetic short video, questioning the authenticity and validity of its content, and saying that it will organize a team to send people to investigate. If If it is true, the Chamber of Commerce will call up a wave of self-defense troops to personally escort the refugees there."

"Impossible. Chang Zhen just went to the deserted city to expropriate some time ago. If the short film is really fake, Chang Zhen will immediately come forward to refute the rumors. The so-called investigation is just a way to delay the attack."

The face of the old man became ugly, "They want to keep the refugees, keep so many people..."

Yang Wu lost his voice: "It's to test the new supernatural catalyst!"

"City Lord, I didn't say that, you are in poor health now, you should take a good rest. Patients should listen to the doctor's advice, you make us very embarrassed."

The new young dean came in again, this time with the security outside the door.

Yang Wu's expression changed, and he immediately activated his ability to leave the ward.

The young dean took his time, went to the bed and covered the old city lord with the quilt again.

"You're watching me, it's really hard in the middle of the night..." The coldness on the old man's face no longer concealed it.

The young man still smiled, and poured a tube of sleeping potion into the old man's wrinkled forearm, "It is our responsibility to protect the safety of you, the city lord, day and night. The traitor who was expelled from the mall just now dared to disturb your safety." sleep, we will catch him and send him for you."

"..." The old man fell asleep, and his face was not at all peaceful. He held half a tube of supernatural catalyst in his hand, and stuck the test tube to his chest to hide it.

The young man threw a quilt to the old man, covered it from head to face, and left the hospital.

The power catalyst was stolen deliberately, in order to find out who the old city lord's private informant was.

Although Yang Wu escaped from the hospital, he failed to escape the night patrol team of the asylum.

The night patrol directly arrested Yang Wu's wife, and forced Yang Wu to appear behind him, tied them up as prisoners, and put them in a prison van. In order to prevent Yang Wu from escaping, they also injected Yang Wu with potions to suppress supernatural powers and sleeping pills. agent.

The prison van circled the city in the middle of the night, waking up all the refugees in the shelters.

The city's radio began to play in a loop, overturning the originally quiet late night.

[The prisoner who released the viral video to the whole city has been found out, and it has been confirmed that the pictures in the short video are synthetic fake videos, and we hereby announce it to the whole city and all people in the shelters.

There is no such thing as Taoyuan, and the mall is the last pearl of the end. All chambers of commerce represent the city owner hereby, and hope that everyone will recognize the facts and advance and retreat with the capital. The mall will do its best to solve everyone's basic necessities of life. ]

All the refugees in the shelter listened to the broadcast and got up from their tents or from the muddy ground in the open air. Many people supported each other, many people knelt on the ground, and many people lay motionless...

The things that move are mostly tear-wet eyes, disappointed faces, and the crying of adults and children.

The broadcast continues:

[Every people in the doomsday is a compatriot, this is a disaster of solidarity, we will not give up on anyone, and hope everyone can trust us, wait for the end of the real doomsday, natural disasters will pass, homes will be rebuilt, best wishes May everyone have good dreams in the future. ]

The beautiful broadcast sound circulates at night, looking forward to a good dream.

But many refugees can't sleep...

They very much hope that the pictures in the short film are true, that the story of Taoyuan is true, and that there is really a home to go to in this doomsday.

They have no life to look forward to a good dream in the future, they hope to have a good dream tonight.

Then I didn't know if it was true, I had a lucid dream, and rice fell from the sky, pattering, like small raindrops. Many people looked up and saw a bass aircraft flying over the sky above their heads.

The sky was dark.

Only the hatch of that aircraft was lit with white light.

The white light was actually emitted by a small dumpling!

Many people suddenly gained strength, their wounds stopped hurting, and the refugees who were lying motionless on the ground got up one after another.

More and more people looked up.

The glowing little dumpling was held in the arms of another child with one hand. The child's legs were dangling outside the cabin door, and a bag of grain was placed on the other hand. The grain was grabbed by the child and thrown down gently like throwing food. .

"Raindrops" fell and turned into rice!

The aircraft is equipped with a loudspeaker, and Mo Xiaobai is wearing a microphone, with a gentle smile and a clear voice.

"I'm Mo Xiaobai from the deserted city. The short film is the business card of the deserted city that I sent to everyone. If you have a dream, you should do it as soon as possible. Do you want to go to Taoyuan to see it yourself? I'm here to pick you up as a guest. Is there anyone willing to go with me? "