Their Security Bureau was originally a department dealing with supernatural phenomena. Before the doomsday, the world that seemed ordinary to ordinary people had many loopholes in their eyes. As the director, he is a staunch materialist, never believes in ghosts and gods, and only thinks that the so-called supernatural power is just a phenomenon that science has not yet had time to explain. "Let's think about how to escape from here. The sea level is getting higher and higher. If we stay here again, we will be destined to die." The white-haired old man opened the window, feeling the violent wind and looking out the window, the endless scenery The black sea level shone with strange brilliance, as if it were bright but dark. The sea level was only seven or eight meters away from them, and the ten or twenty floors below were buried in the seawater. What's even more frightening is that no matter how good the water quality is, people can't swim in the sea water and will sink. Unless they have great physical strength, they can swim in this dark sea water for a short time. Most of the people they stayed here died, and the rest were only a few hundred people. Of course, they were not drowned, but there were monsters in the sea water. The gust of wind suddenly weakened, and a clear singing voice sounded in my ears, mellow and changeable, the voice was not loud, like a whisper. "It's coming again. Plug your ears and keep calm. If you jump off, you will die. Hold everyone next to you." The white-haired old man quickly closed the window and shouted loudly. Many of them heard this inexplicable sound, then jumped down and drowned without knowing it. The singing didn't happen all the time, but it appeared irregularly and intermittently. Most of the time, they were caught off guard, and they could only keep their spirits tensed all the time. Zhong Jueqing's expression did not change, as if he did not hear the singing rippling in the space, he just said: "Old man, you go, take someone who can go. I can't go anymore, even if I escape, I don't necessarily have to live." We must go on." He seems to have no major problems now, but his body is exhausted, and his body can no longer bear the burden of excessive use of powerful abilities. There were more white hairs on their heads, which could not be covered by the hats, but the fierce aura between their brows and eyes did not fade away. The white-haired old man smiled, and grabbed his shoulder with one hand: "Even if you are a corpse, I will take you back. You know, I am a person who pays attention to interests, but I can't weigh so many things." It's not that they have no way to leave here. The small wooden boats obtained from the mission before are mysterious items, and they will not be submerged in the black sea water. It's just that this small wooden boat is too small, and the number of people who can be taken away is even more limited. Taking a step back, even if you get on the boat, you may not be able to survive. The white-haired old man carried Zhong Jueqing firmly on his back, and shouted: "Follow the plan, some people will go, and some people will stay here, don't make too much noise, take advantage of the wind is calm now." When the singing is floating, the wind will become smaller, but it is the best time for them to go. "Yes, Chief, everything is ready, we can start now." An officer in a gray uniform walked up and said. Zhong Jueqing lowered his head and said silently: "Old man, you will never listen to persuasion. When you are old, you are stubborn." The white-haired old man smiled dismissively: "Oh, you will be finished sooner or later, your current It looks like you made it yourself." "If you talk nonsense, I'll throw you down!" The sea was still calm, and the small wooden boat swayed gently with the waves. Zhong Jueqing was put on the back of the small wooden boat by the white-haired old man, and then more than forty people boarded the boat non-stop. "Hold on here. It only takes one day to go back and forth. As long as we can go back alive, someone will come to pick you up." The white-haired old man stood on the bow and shouted, without too many words, and then waved: "Let's go , set sail." The people who stayed looked at the small wooden boat leaving, silent, and no one said anything to complain. Allocation and negotiation have been made before leaving and staying. Life is like this sometimes, bitter but clear. The sky here is bright at night, and the black mist is sucked into the dark sea water, and you can see the Milky Way formed by all kinds of stars. Not long after they left, several small boats separated due to the waves. Each small boat had extraordinary people or supernatural beings who could provide power for the small boats, so theoretically, the small boats could cross half of the area and return to the shore. Zhong Jueqing His eyes are hazy, with blue light shining from time to time. He is already blind, but not completely blind. He cannot see the real world clearly, but sees some inexplicable existences. "Old man, let me see you off for the last time." He put one hand on the side of the boat, his eyes sparkled with dazzling light, and the boat moved forward at a faster speed. The white-haired old man looked at him and didn't stop him. He knew that Zhong Jueqing's path was extraordinary, and if he couldn't become extraordinary, even if he went back, he would die. And the problem is also here, his ability is too powerful~www.novelhall.com~ on the contrary makes it difficult for him to become a Extraordinary. Not long after the boat left, some jet-black fish that looked like ink jumped onto the boat, and they beat them down one by one with their weapons. There was a lot of blood around the boat, which looked very obvious, like red ink dripping into black ink, and the two were not compatible. Seeing this scene, a younger team member was extremely tense and trembling: "What is that? I saw blood, a lot of blood!" The white-haired old man hit him on the neck with his backhand, He was stunned, and shouted again: "Relax me, these are just fish, there is nothing to be afraid of, and we will go back in a short time." It wasn't that they were not determined enough, nor were they timid. , but after a long period of fighting, everyone's spirits and spirits have been worn out, and only their last breath is left. They also knew that even if they boarded the boat, there was a high probability of death. A common task popped up on everyone's mobile phone, to escape across the sea. [Mission: You are trapped on this endless and dark sea, you can only rely on a few small wooden boats, there seems to be something hidden under the water, can you really go back? 】 About half an hour later, the sea blew again. The sea water splashed on the faces of each of them, it was salty and bitter, and there were lightning and thunder in the sky, as if something was roaring. Zhong Jueqing firmly grasped the edge of the boat, and the boat was very stable under his control, even in such a storm. He roared and stood up, his mouth covered in blood. Seeing this, the white-haired old man stood up, and slapped him unconscious with a sharp palm: "It's really terrible...Everyone hold on firmly, this boat will probably not capsize, there is something under the water, don't make a sound, we will pass quietly Just do it."
Their Security Bureau was originally a department dealing with supernatural phenomena. Before the doomsday, the world that seemed ordinary to ordinary people had many loopholes in their eyes. As the director, he is a staunch materialist, never believes in ghosts and gods, and only thinks that the so-called supernatural power is just a phenomenon that science has not yet had time to explain. "Let's think about how to escape from here. The sea level is getting higher and higher. If we stay here again, we will be destined to die." The white-haired old man opened the window, feeling the violent wind and looking out the window, the endless scenery The black sea level shone with strange brilliance, as if it were bright but dark. The sea level was only seven or eight meters away from them, and the ten or twenty floors below were buried in the seawater. What's even more frightening is that no matter how good the water quality is, people can't swim in the sea water and will sink. Unless they have great physical strength, they can swim in this dark sea water for a short time. Most of the people they stayed here died, and the rest were only a few hundred people. Of course, they were not drowned, but there were monsters in the sea water. The gust of wind suddenly weakened, and a clear singing voice sounded in my ears, mellow and changeable, the voice was not loud, like a whisper. "It's coming again. Plug your ears and keep calm. If you jump off, you will die. Hold everyone next to you." The white-haired old man quickly closed the window and shouted loudly. Many of them heard this inexplicable sound, then jumped down and drowned without knowing it. The singing didn't happen all the time, but it appeared irregularly and intermittently. Most of the time, they were caught off guard, and they could only keep their spirits tensed all the time. Zhong Jueqing's expression did not change, as if he did not hear the singing rippling in the space, he just said: "Old man, you go, take someone who can go. I can't go anymore, even if I escape, I don't necessarily have to live." We must go on." He seems to have no major problems now, but his body is exhausted, and his body can no longer bear the burden of excessive use of powerful abilities. There were more white hairs on their heads, which could not be covered by the hats, but the fierce aura between their brows and eyes did not fade away. The white-haired old man smiled, and grabbed his shoulder with one hand: "Even if you are a corpse, I will take you back. You know, I am a person who pays attention to interests, but I can't weigh so many things." It's not that they have no way to leave here. The small wooden boats obtained from the mission before are mysterious items, and they will not be submerged in the black sea water. It's just that this small wooden boat is too small, and the number of people who can be taken away is even more limited. Taking a step back, even if you get on the boat, you may not be able to survive. The white-haired old man carried Zhong Jueqing firmly on his back, and shouted: "Follow the plan, some people will go, and some people will stay here, don't make too much noise, take advantage of the wind is calm now." When the singing is floating, the wind will become smaller, but it is the best time for them to go. "Yes, Chief, everything is ready, we can start now." An officer in a gray uniform walked up and said. Zhong Jueqing lowered his head and said silently: "Old man, you will never listen to persuasion. When you are old, you are stubborn." The white-haired old man smiled dismissively: "Oh, you will be finished sooner or later, your current It looks like you made it yourself." "If you talk nonsense, I'll throw you down!" The sea was still calm, and the small wooden boat swayed gently with the waves. Zhong Jueqing was put on the back of the small wooden boat by the white-haired old man, and then more than forty people boarded the boat non-stop. "Hold on here. It only takes one day to go back and forth. As long as we can go back alive, someone will come to pick you up." The white-haired old man stood on the bow and shouted, without too many words, and then waved: "Let's go , set sail." The people who stayed looked at the small wooden boat leaving, silent, and no one said anything to complain. Allocation and negotiation have been made before leaving and staying. Life is like this sometimes, bitter but clear. The sky here is bright at night, and the black mist is sucked into the dark sea water, and you can see the Milky Way formed by all kinds of stars. Not long after they left, several small boats separated due to the waves. Each small boat had extraordinary people or supernatural beings who could provide power for the small boats, so theoretically, the small boats could cross half of the area and return to the shore. Zhong Jueqing His eyes are hazy, with blue light shining from time to time. He is already blind, but not completely blind. He cannot see the real world clearly, but sees some inexplicable existences. "Old man, let me see you off for the last time." He put one hand on the side of the boat, his eyes sparkled with dazzling light, and the boat moved forward at a faster speed. The white-haired old man looked at him and didn't stop him. He knew that Zhong Jueqing's path was extraordinary, and if he couldn't become extraordinary, even if he went back, he would die. And the problem is also here, his ability is too powerful~www.novelhall.com~ on the contrary makes it difficult for him to become a Extraordinary. Not long after the boat left, some jet-black fish that looked like ink jumped onto the boat, and they beat them down one by one with their weapons. There was a lot of blood around the boat, which looked very obvious, like red ink dripping into black ink, and the two were not compatible. Seeing this scene, a younger team member was extremely tense and trembling: "What is that? I saw blood, a lot of blood!" The white-haired old man hit him on the neck with his backhand, He was stunned, and shouted again: "Relax me, these are just fish, there is nothing to be afraid of, and we will go back in a short time." It wasn't that they were not determined enough, nor were they timid. , but after a long period of fighting, everyone's spirits and spirits have been worn out, and only their last breath is left. They also knew that even if they boarded the boat, there was a high probability of death. A common task popped up on everyone's mobile phone, to escape across the sea. [Mission: You are trapped on this endless and dark sea, you can only rely on a few small wooden boats, there seems to be something hidden under the water, can you really go back? 】 About half an hour later, the sea blew again. The sea water splashed on the faces of each of them, it was salty and bitter, and there were lightning and thunder in the sky, as if something was roaring. Zhong Jueqing firmly grasped the edge of the boat, and the boat was very stable under his control, even in such a storm. He roared and stood up, his mouth covered in blood. Seeing this, the white-haired old man stood up, and slapped him unconscious with a sharp palm: "It's really terrible...Everyone hold on firmly, this boat will probably not capsize, there is something under the water, don't make a sound, we will pass quietly Just do it."