I play prophet in Salvation Organization

Chapter 1 The blood hole in the chest

So cold.

Bering felt as if half of his body was submerged in icy water. From the ends of his extremities to his brain, every part was sending "cold" messages.

His body was extremely heavy, his consciousness was vague and hazy, and his whole body seemed to be "pressed by ghosts", let alone getting up, he didn't even have the strength to lift a finger.

The unconscious will to survive keeps him awake. This feeling is not good. Right now, his will is like a lone boat in the raging waves. If you are not careful, Bering will fall into the abyss completely.

But fortunately, Bering managed to hold on.

"hiss……"

Subconsciously twitching his fingers, Bering opened his eyes bewilderedly but reluctantly.

This is...my room?
He slowly got up from the ground, although because of his weakness, his body swayed and he almost staggered and fell to the ground again, but he managed to get up.

Breathing in softly, Bering looked around the environment he was in.

This is a not too big room, and the decoration and furnishings are very familiar, because this is the furniture purchased by Bering himself.

In other words, this is indeed his room.

With such thoughts in mind, Bering looked under him who had just stood up.

Then in the next second, the pupils of Bering who was looking at the ground shrank slightly!
Because he saw something at his feet.

Fitting the shape of the palm, the blood-stained silver gun body, the yellow bullets, and a pool of dark red blood.

"This is... a gun?!"

Bering subconsciously took half a step back, and almost fell to the ground.

The current situation made him unable to react for a while. In a daze and panic, he subconsciously glanced at his body.

Then I saw a small hole in the white shirt I was wearing, and a large piece of bright red blood next to the bullet hole.

Fingers went into the hole and touched it. After rubbing his body for a while, Bering withdrew his hand again.

He glanced at the pistol dropped by his feet again, and an absurd and weird thought rose in his heart: "Could it be that...'I' shot myself with this gun?"

Otherwise, this kind of words can't explain the bullet hole on my body that looks like a bullet, and the pool of blood under my body? !

It's impossible for a man to have relatives, right? !

The current situation was so unconventional that Bering's thoughts, which had just come out of daze and chaos, didn't react for a while, and his whole brain shut down.

After several minutes of emptying his mind, Bering slowly came back to his senses, and his chaotic consciousness was pulled back into his body again.

He clutched his chest - where the bullet holes left marks: "Calm down..."

"The current situation is that 'I' shot myself hard with a pistol not long ago and pulled a small hole in my body. Before that, I felt cold because I lost too much blood from my body."

Thinking of this, Bering scratched his hair blankly: "But why did this happen?"

He remembered that before he lost consciousness, he should have completed his graduation project thesis in the university and fought until dawn.

Why did he return to his home from the dormitory in a blink of an eye, with a gash on his body, and even a pistol in his hand? !

"Could it be that I have time-traveled?"

Rubbing his own head, Bering finally came to the conclusion that "I seem to have time-traveled".

Desperately pressing down on the tiger's mouth, Bering felt his body was icy cold, and even his thinking seemed to be frozen: "That means I have actually 'died' now, and this kind of coldness on my body, could it be that I am possessed? Is it a corpse?"

No, we must find some clues.

With this in mind, Bering carefully searched the room again.

After some inspection, he eventually found a diary somewhere on a bookshelf.

Looking at the diary, Bering's eyes were a bit complicated.

In his memory, this thing seems to be a diary that he only started to record when he was in high school, and was discarded after college.

I don't know if I can find any clues from this diary...

Sighing lightly, Bering opened the first page of this diary.

Then, the next second.

"what?"

Looking at the strange ghostly symbols on the diary, Bering was stunned: "Aren't these... some random characters I made up when I was a child?"

In the past, Bering once made up some character paintings that others could not understand at all.These character paintings are completely unsystematic, messy and complicated, and the handwriting is so ugly that others can't understand it at all.

When he saw these character strings again, Bering felt nostalgic for the first time: "Let me see, this character means 'two', this one is 'zero'..."

After putting all these characters together, Bering looked at the information in front of him and fell into deep thought.

After these glyphs are spliced, a sentence is formed.

[On May 15, [-] in the new calendar, a meteorological disaster occurred in Xinhai City]

Scroll down.

[On June 15, 23 in the new calendar, the first origin-level heterogeneous "starscream" was born in Chenfeng City]

Keep turning.

[July 15, [-] in the new calendar, Yorkshire, country M, "Pale Lady" advanced origin level]

[July 15th, [-] in the new calendar, in Tokyo, country J, the third origin-level heterogeneous "Gap Girl" was born]

【August 15, [-] in the new calendar...】

【September 15, [-] in the new calendar...】

Every page of the diary records this information, covering the entire earth, and the content ranges from the birth of "alien species" to natural disasters.

Looking at the diary, Bering glanced at the electronic alarm clock on the desk.

It is now March 15th of the 3th year of the new calendar, and there are still more than two months before the above time...

"No, no, it's possible that this thing was written down casually when I was suffering from the second stroke of middle school," Bering thought, "I remember that I used to like to write things like chronicles, but I didn't think of it. The 'I' in this world likes to create disasters..."

After turning all the pages, Bering finally turned to the last page.

After converting the characters on this page into words, Bering was completely stunned.

[If you read this line, my plan was successful, I am dead, and you replaced me]

[The following content, you have to remember, it is very important]

[I am a prophet, the content of the diary is true, very important, and related to disasters! 】

Because these characters are not a written language system, they are just replaced by certain words, so when they are converted into text, they often lack modifiers and appear straightforward.

However, even these straightforward words have left Bering completely at a loss!

(End of this chapter)