Soon, the black fog stopped, as if blocked by some boundary.
The boundary where the road stopped happened to surround the entire Xinjiang City.
When all the neon lights flashing in every corner of the city dimmed, the city fell into silence, and an atmosphere of desolation gradually permeated every corner.
A long and strange sound, vaguely echoing in the city, sounds like... the weeping of an abandoned city?
Whoosh!
The helicopter was hovering in the night sky. The pilot and co-pilot looked at the city that was instantly swallowed by the black fog and plunged into darkness, their pupils shrinking slightly.
"Calling headquarters, can you hear me?"
"1375, I hear you. Please report the situation over there. We've lost signal with Fenfen Station. What happened?"
"Calling headquarters, the city...it seems to have disappeared."
…
I don’t know how much time had passed, it was like I had slept for a long time and then woke up naturally.
Hearing a rustling sound, Qin Nuo slowly opened his eyes, looked around, and found that he was still sitting on the chair.
And the brain is still down and restarting.
Although I remembered it, it's useless.
When the White Silk Ghost's voice fell, Qin Nuo's eyes fell into darkness...
The white silk ghost floated beside Qin Nuo and said, "Awake?"
"What happened?" Qin Nuo asked.
"I don't know, you all slept." The Bai Ling female ghost said calmly.
"Where's Shu Yue?"
"I am here."
Shu Yue was sitting on the side, and she looked like she had just woken up, still a little dazed.
"Girl, boy, why did you fall asleep suddenly?"
The old man on the side was still smoking and shaking off the ash and asked.
The auntie sat aside, looked at Shu Yue's face and said, "My daughter, you don't look well, did you catch a cold?"
It seems that nothing happened.
Only Qin Nuo and Shu Yue took a light nap.
Qin Nuo felt a little weird, looking at the TV.
As luck would have it, the TV suddenly switched to a normal channel, and it was the evening news.
Shu Yue shook her head and said, "Auntie, no need, I'm fine."
Then she looked at Qin Nuo with doubt.
Qin Nuo stood up and said, "Let's go out and take a look first."
It can't be that simple, something must have happened.
The aunt said, "Are you leaving? Why not have a midnight snack before you go?"
"No, we have to go back."
"Young people are in good health. You are worrying too much about what to eat for midnight snack."
The old man picked up the porridge and started drinking it by himself.
"Leave some, leave some. We are starving too. We had dinner too early and we are starving again at this hour."
The other two uncles followed suit, each filled a bowl and started drinking.
"I'm hungry. Even white porridge tastes sweet. Does Liu Laomei have any more?" asked the smoking old man.
The aunt lowered her head to drink without looking up and responded, "I added some mint and peanut oil, so it's naturally fragrant."
"There's still a lot in the pot."
The old man didn't respond and continued to eat the porridge. It seemed that the more he ate, the more delicious it became. After he finished the porridge, he used his fingers to pick out the few grains of rice at the bottom of the bowl, put them into his mouth, and licked them clean.
Their eating movements became bigger and bigger, and they ate faster and faster, as if they had been hungry for days and nights.
"Delicious, delicious! Do you have more? Come on, another bowl!"
They ate porridge with great noise, not even using chopsticks, but just picking up the bowl and guzzling it down their throats. The porridge had just been boiled, but they seemed not to feel the heat, and white smoke came out of their mouths.
Qin Nuo stopped and looked at the old man and the others.
"It tastes good, but it's not filling! I'm still hungry!"
The old man said in a trembling voice, as if he drank too much, choked, and coughed it out.
Along with the white porridge, there was also black blood and unknown black meat fragments.
But the old man seemed not to see it and drank it all, then went to the pressure cooker over there to continue serving.
There was not much food left in the pot, so several old men were scrambling to get it, sticking their heads into the pressure cooker and eating with their mouths open.
Shu Yue watched this scene and her gaze shifted to Qin Nuo.
Qin Nuo did not respond, but held the bone-breaking hammer in his hand.
"Get lost! I've already eaten everything, I didn't see it!"
In the end, the smoking old man yelled, grabbed the pressure cooker and smashed it hard on the other person's head.
After this hit, the old man actually calmed down.
He looked at the clean pot and sighed, "I'm still hungry..."
He sat back down on the iron bed, picked up the pipe beside him, and took a few puffs, as if trying to relieve his hunger.
Black blood flowed out, staining half of his face. The previous blow caused a large dent in the pressure cooker, and the skull cracked directly, also leaving a large dent.
At this time, the aunt calmly drank the porridge in the bowl, looked up at Shu Yue and Qin Nuo, and her face, full of vicissitudes, turned extremely pale.
"Girl and boy, aren't you going to leave?"
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