A silent wind swept across the city, where broken walls and ruins piled up like mountains.
Dust filled the air, burying the snow; it was hard to imagine that this was done by one person.
A branch station under the Northern Base received a distress call last night, with the signal indicating the location was in a remote county town more than 200 kilometers away.
When they arrived by car, this is what they saw.
Cars couldn't drive in; the road was completely blocked, so people had to climb over it by hand.
"Was there a major battle here? The entire building was blown in half; only artillery could have done that," a man who had served in the military remarked, gazing into the distance.
The rescue team leader looked at the SOS point on the map, puzzled: "It's probably because these buildings and the snow cover were destroyed that the people trapped inside were able to send a signal. Remember? We've been here before."
Three hours later, the girl, who was so thin she was just skin and bones, was rescued. The rescue team wrapped her in a blanket and carried her to a warm car in a relay.
Sipping her hot milk in small sips, the girl forced herself to answer the rescue team's questions: "I don't know what happened. I only heard a rumbling sound, like an earthquake. In the middle, I vaguely heard a male voice shouting, but the voice was very soft, and I couldn't hear it clearly."
No one doubted her words.
The girl was trapped on the second floor of a ruined building, almost 5 meters below the snow. If the signal wasn't accurate to the centimeter, they wouldn't have believed that someone was still alive down there.
It took the superhuman a lot of effort to move the reinforced concrete.
Who created these ruins?
It remains a mystery even many years later.
Xing, the perpetrator, found a job as soon as he arrived at the northern base. A supplier recognized his talent and, upon discovering his ability to fly, immediately assigned him the task of delivering goods to his door.
In this freezing weather, who wants to go out? It's so much better to order something and have it delivered to your door.
Because of Xing Zhengfei's lightning-fast speed, suppliers were overwhelmed with orders.
As we all know, the market loves to follow trends; people do whatever makes money.
Many shops offer delivery services, and as a top-notch deliveryman, Xing Zhengfei charges 8-60 task points per order.
He accepts all orders and can deliver hundreds of orders a day.
Other colleagues at the base were struggling to move through the snow on electric scooters, while others were hiking through the snow.
Xing Zhengfei flew over their heads without even glancing at the people on the ground, which made everyone so jealous that they felt like their bodies were about to break apart.
On the first day he received an order, the supplier asked someone to help him get a replacement identity document and pick up his phone number and wristband.
Fortunately, Xing Zhengfei's previous identity was still valid, and no one registered his death information.
Xing Zhengfei doesn't like talking to these weak people, but occasionally when he's in a good mood, he might chat for a bit out of kindness.
"Are you working so hard to earn money because your family is struggling financially?"
Xing Zhengfei thought for a moment and said, "No, I want to make money and go home."
"Huh?" the man asked in surprise. "Where do you live? Is it far away?"
Xing Zhengfei smiled: "The Garden Community in Anshi."
"I know Anshi, it's a good place, so why did you come here?"
Xing Zhengfei: "Make money."
"Oh, oh, oh." The man slapped his forehead.
This guy made the right choice coming here. There are quite a few weaklings in the northern base. Some of them are still living in a dream world, expecting everything to be done for them. They don't even want to go out to buy groceries and have others run errands for them.
To be honest, the snow here is much deeper than in the south.
Without some skills, it's difficult to even leave the house. Don't be fooled by his ability to deliver food and run errands; the North is full of talented people. If ten bricks fell from the sky, they could kill seven people with superpowers.
Xing Zhengfei's ability to fly was so enviable that several people plotted to sabotage him, but none of them followed through.
Over time, everyone knew that this kid was strange, and no one dared to provoke him anymore.
With the Spring Festival approaching, the weather has been kind to us; it hasn't snowed for two days in a row, which is a good omen.
To make it easier to visit relatives and friends, everyone brought their brooms and dustpans and spontaneously went outside their doors and onto the roads outside their neighborhoods to shovel snow.
Xing Zhengfei still had a lot of orders, but as more people came out, he felt the restlessness in his body surge up again.
The children pointed at him and shouted, "Airplane! No, flying man!"
"It's Uncle Superman."
"It's Armor Hero!"
"No, that's not right. He's wearing a mask and a hat; he should be Masked Superman."
It's so annoying.
If he weren't carrying something, he would have definitely thrown two energy balls down to shut these little brats up.
This has been the case all day; I got back a few hours earlier than usual.
I'm not in the mood to take any more orders.
My colleague who lives next door was on the phone with his family in the hallway. When he came back looking sullen, he told his family, "I'll hang up now. I'll tell you when I get home. My neighbor is back."
Everyone who lives in this building—no, in this whole neighborhood—knows that when Xing Zhengfei is in a bad mood, you absolutely must keep quiet, or you'll get a beating.
Xing Zhengfei leaned against the bed, lost in thought. He thought about how when he knocked on the door today, the house was full of people laughing and joking. He wanted to kill them and use their blood to stain the white walls and floor red.
It's just a thought for now; if he actually did it, he wouldn't be able to continue making money here.
"Knock knock"
Xing Zhengfei frowned and turned over.
"Old Xing, aren't you going home for the New Year? There aren't many train tickets left to Anshi."
The bed creaked open, and the door suddenly opened.
Xing Zhengfei stared at him with his deathly pale eyes: "How do I buy it? I want to go home."
My colleague quickly looked away and swallowed hard: "Um... you can buy it on your phone, I'll show you how."
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