Zino tried hard to control her emotions, but her hand holding the phone was still trembling slightly.
There was a long, silent minute.
When Ji Ze was about to give up, Ji Nuo said in a deep voice, "Don't hang up, wait for me!"
He instructed the driver, "Back to Beijing University!"
...
At Beijing University, Gino’s return puzzled many people, especially when he hurriedly found the organizers, had the auditorium opened, and took out a CD from the bottom of the filing cabinet. The teacher who collected the CD was stunned.
"General Ji, how did you know the CD was here?"
Zino didn't have time to answer her question, and instead asked, "Does anyone else have this disc?"
The solemnity, tension, and seriousness in his tone affected many people. The teacher's mind went blank, and he said truthfully, "Nobody has it. This is the original we just put here. Nobody has copied it."
On the other end of the phone, Ji Ze had been listening to everything that was happening. When he heard that Ji Nuo had found the disc, he excitedly shouted, "Yay!" "Now can you trust me?"
Zino said coldly, "No!"
He remembers clearly that many people at the scene were using digital devices to "project" his speech, and it's normal for different versions of his speech to exist. It would be sad if someone were to deceive him by watching his video online.
"Then what will it take for you to believe me? There are already zombies ramming the door outside. I don't know how long I can hold out. I'm so scared! Please help me, please help me!"
Ji Ze's voice betrayed his fear and sorrow.
Zino's mind raced. After a moment's thought, he took out a pen from his pocket and whispered, "I'll perform a magic trick for you later. If you can see it, I'll believe you're telling the truth. If not, you'll bear my wrath."
"I do!" Ji Ze agreed without hesitation, cautiously, as if afraid that Ji Nuo might change her mind.
Zino looked around and calmly said, "Take ten steps back, close your eyes, and don't peek."
The crowd looked at each other, puzzled as to why, but given Zino's authority, no one questioned his words, and everyone took ten steps back without hesitation.
Zino pulled a box of pens from his pocket and quickly wrote a line on the CD. After writing it, '
After finishing writing, he asked in a deep voice, "What did I write?"
What is written?
"CD!"
"CD? Wait, why are there a few extra lines of text on the CD? It wasn't there when I looked at it just now!" Ji Nuo suddenly turned on the speakerphone on her phone and held it in front of the microphone.
Ji Ze's voice echoed throughout the hall, and everyone could hear what he said.
His trembling voice reached everyone's ears and hearts, sending a chill down their spines.
Zino asked in a deep voice, "What did I write on the CD?"
"It says: The end of the world will not come with a bang, but will descend quietly." Jize read that passage aloud.
Several teachers immediately took the CD from Zino's hand, each of them feeling confused. Was this a paranormal phenomenon? Just as Old Ji wrote down a line, the other side found out.
Or was it a pre-arranged act by Mr. Ji and others?
But it doesn't seem like it!
Gino noticed the surprise and uncertainty on everyone's faces, and handed the pen to the teacher who was holding the CD. The teacher immediately understood and wrote a few words in front of everyone: Study hard and make progress every day.
Ji Ze exclaimed in surprise. "Wait, there are words on the CD: 'Study hard and make progress every day.' Was this written by a teacher?"
Everyone froze on the spot, their hair standing on end. These things had happened right under their noses; they were too bizarre to ignore, making them think of the supernatural.
Zino then gestured for another teacher to write.
The teacher thought for a moment, then turned his back to everyone and covered his entire body with his clothes, ensuring that even if the other party used a satellite to look down from the air, they wouldn't be able to see what he had written.
Ji Ze continued his live report: "First, he drew a circle that looks a bit like a cannon barrel, then he drew a handle, eyes, hmm? What is this? Is this a zombie?"
The art teacher's hands were shaking. He was certain there were no cameras on him, so how did the person on the other end of the phone know that he was drawing Plants vs. Zombies?
After he finished painting, he showed it to everyone.
Ji Ze didn't recognize what it was. He was a little flustered and tried his best to prove himself. "I don't know what this is, but it's drawn in black. The top stroke is a bit long, and the circle isn't round enough."
After he finished describing it, everyone fell silent; his description was very accurate.
Zino's tone softened, and he said somewhat earnestly, "Introduce yourself to everyone again. Who are you, and where are you from?"
"Do you believe me now?" Jinuo exclaimed excitedly. "That's wonderful, that's wonderful! My name is Ji Ze, a student at Beijing University. It's the year 3077. This is a call from the future. I want to tell you that my ancestors' prediction was correct. The apocalypse has really happened, just over an hour ago today."
A sense of absurdity welled up in everyone's hearts.
If you're calling from the future, why don't you say you're Superman?
However, everyone had experienced many ups and downs, and although they found the matter amazing, they were not immediately deceived. Instead, they lined up in an orderly manner to ask about the future.
Many of them were teachers, and their questions were all academic. If Jize really came from the future, then scientific research back then must have been much more advanced than it is now.
Gradually, as the conversation deepened, Ji Ze's mouth became dry, and he was busy dealing with everyone's questions.
The teachers were momentarily taken aback; Ji Ze could answer many of the questions they asked.
This fully demonstrates that the other party's scientific level is higher than theirs, because two of the questions they asked were long-standing problems that seem to have become formulas and theorems in the future.
Everyone turned to look at Gino.
Gino was unable to calm down. He walked to the receiver and said softly to Jize on the phone, "How can I help you?"
"I don't know, I don't know!" Ji Ze was very confused.
Jinuo's heart skipped a beat. He had a vague answer in his mind, but before he could say it, he heard Jinuo's urgent voice on the other end of the phone: "The zombies have broken in! I have to run upstairs! Save us! Please, save us! Ah!"
The sound of the phone falling to the ground was followed by the heavy sound of something falling to the ground.
The call ended.
Everyone's hearts clenched, wondering what had become of the person from the future named Ji Ze.
Zino's expression turned serious. He suddenly made a decision: "Let's spread the exact time of the apocalypse, and let as many people as possible know. Every little thing we do now is changing the future."
As he spoke, Zino walked to the entrance of the assembly hall, concentrated his supernatural power, and carved several large, elegant characters on the smooth wall: "The next apocalypse will occur on September 25th, 3077."
These words were carved exceptionally large, and the carving process was incredibly spectacular. Many students came over and gathered around the line of words, a sense of solemnity inexplicably rising in their hearts.
Some teachers lost their cameras, and others even recorded the incident.
In no time, terms such as "paranormal events at Beijing University" and "accurate time of the next apocalypse" quickly made headlines, and many videos edited into clips circulated online.
Suddenly, the apocalypse, which seemed so far away from everyone, seemed to have returned to their lives once again.
Some say it's true, some say it's false.
Opinions vary, and no consensus can be reached.
...
Conference room.
The group looked at each other in bewilderment as they listened to the recorded phone conversation: "This is the year 3077!"
Zino didn't keep anything secret, nor was he afraid of being investigated. He could only do his best to hand these things over to those who truly cared, and he didn't need to worry about the rest.
Under the deliberate control of the "government," the television station treated this matter as an interesting anecdote and invited experts to analyze it, combining it with ancient history and the widely publicized incident at Peking University some time ago, finally managing to smooth things over.
Thanks to popular science education, almost everyone now knows the exact time when the end of the world will come.
Zino's mission is now complete.
He continued to stay at home every day, pondering the different combinations of earth elements and what the results would be. In his spare time, he continued to write his "Memoirs of the End Times".
This book was originally a hobby he wrote spontaneously, but now it's a political mission. The "government" hopes he can pass on his valuable experience and provide some reference for the next apocalypse.
Looking at his relaxed demeanor, An Ke'er asked, "Aren't you worried about your future grandchildren? Aren't you afraid that doing this might change the outcome you don't know?"
Zino paused for a moment while writing, then continued writing, “I have done my best. The rest is up to them. Although there is less than a hundred years between us, people are forgetful. What they remember today they may forget tomorrow. I can only do my best and leave the rest to fate.”
An Ke'er's mind conjured up the faces of her two sons. She wondered which of her sons the child named Jize was descended from, a question that piqued her curiosity.
“Children and grandchildren have their own blessings. I think that since he is a child of our Ji family, his luck will definitely not be too bad. He made such a difficult time-space phone call. I think he will definitely be able to survive well in the apocalypse.”
Zino nodded in agreement, saying, "That's right! If we take things one step at a time, good luck will follow. What we're doing now may seem meaningless, but as long as we issue those warnings now, sooner or later a butterfly will cross time and space and cause a series of chain reactions that will save them. We should just live our own lives well."
An Ke'er smiled, her eyes gentle. She looked at the man she had loved her whole life. His face, weathered by time, had only grown wiser and more charming. Perhaps such a man deserved to be cherished.
"Let's go eat! We can practice calligraphy after we've eaten."
"Okay! I'm coming right now."
Jinuo put down his pen. He followed Anke'er to the restaurant, and as they ate, he silently made a wish: May the world be peaceful and prosperous. May everything be well.
Zino devoted almost all of his later life to this matter, and fate did not treat him unfairly.
After his death, his self-written "Apocalyptic Memoir" became an extremely rare bestseller, with almost everyone owning a copy, and countless people were attracted by the apocalyptic world described in it.
He was recognized as a global figure of distinction for his meritorious deeds in the end times and his inspiring reminders of the future.
He was showered with honors during his lifetime, and the honors continue to flow after his death.
The most interesting thing about his life was that he spent his whole life working on the next apocalypse, thinking that he would never have the chance to personally prove his theory. Unexpectedly, fate allowed him to participate in the creation of history in this way, and he learned the truth more than ninety years in advance.
This is the luckiest thing in the world.
Lin Que once sounded the alarm for the end times; this time, it's finally his turn to sound the alarm for people. It feels so good.
He has no regrets in this life!
...
3077.
Beijing University.
Great Hall of Ten Thousand People.
A boy sat silently in front of a computer, watching a CD.
The boy's name is Ji Ze.
A while ago, he and his roommates watched a horror movie about DVDs. In the end, he made a bet with his classmates that he dared to watch the DVD alone in the Great Hall of the People.
He readily agreed.
The reason for fulfilling the promise today is that everyone knows today is the day the end times are coming, and on such a big day, it seems particularly meaningful to rebel a little.
However, the apocalypse doesn't seem so terrible now.
The government has made ample preparations. Long before the apocalypse broke out, related gene-based drugs were being manufactured at breakneck speed. Moreover, as early as ten years ago, someone invented a super virus vaccine. It is said that injecting this vaccine can prevent or slow down people's zombification.
The entire population of the country has been vaccinated with this vaccine, and everyone's body is producing antibodies.
All of this is thanks to his ancestor, a man named Zino, who somehow had the ability to calculate the exact date of the end times.
The man named Zino became a figure in history books. He was proud to have such an ancestor, and he also seriously suspected that his classmates were doing this to him out of jealousy.
The disc started spinning. Ji Ze glanced at one image and then immediately quit the terrifying disc.
However, since I made the bet, I definitely have to watch the DVD.
He searched around and finally found a CD in a filing cabinet with the words "Zino's speech video" written on it.
Along with the CD came a rather exquisite bookmark: Jize, don't make bets with people anymore. Your ancestor, Gino.
Ji Ze stared at that line of text, a question lingering in his mind. Did his ancestors know he had made a bet?
He paused for a moment, then solemnly placed the bookmark in his schoolbag, secretly vowing never to make bets with anyone again.
He put the video on his computer and watched it carefully, filled with admiration as he watched.
He was enjoying the show when he heard a loud noise outside: the end times have come.
The end times have come, but people are not panicking.
Because, as early as ninety years ago, someone had already sounded the alarm for them.
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