mythical visionary

Chapter 2 The Rainstorm at the Port of Allinge

Xia Mingwei turned the switch, and the shower head stopped spraying water. He stared at his neck in the mirror, where there was still a faint burning pain.

"Mingwei, haven't you washed it yet?" The boss's voice came from downstairs, "Come down to look at the store as soon as you finish washing it, don't procrastinate."

Forget it...

Check back later...

Xia Mingwei put on his underwear and a black coat, dried his hair with a towel, picked up the "Norse Mythology", and went downstairs quickly.

"Then I'm going out, call me if you need anything." After the boss finished speaking, he hurried out of the cafe.

Seeing the boss leave, Xia Mingwei sat down on the wooden chair behind the counter. Just as he opened the book in hand, the customer arrived.

"jingle……"

The bell tied to the wooden door at the entrance of the cafe swayed. A young man in a brown windbreaker and black gloves pushed open the wooden door, walked in slowly, and turned his head to look around.

"Hello, welcome." Xia Mingwei said.

"Hello, Xia Mingwei." The young man in the windbreaker sat down directly in front of the counter.

He looks European, but he speaks Chinese fluently...

Wait, how did he know my name?

Xia Mingwei closed the book, raised his eyes from the book, looked forward belatedly, and carefully sized up the guest.

Black hair and blue eyes, three-dimensional facial features, but without losing a sense of softness, the guest's shoulders are also very broad, and a laptop is clamped under his arm.

No matter in terms of standing posture, walking posture, or sitting posture, this person looks like a highly educated person, very upright and elegant, without appearing bloated at all.

"I should..." Xia Mingwei stared at him and asked slowly, "I don't know you?"

"Let's put it this way." The young man in the windbreaker smiled, "I am the one who gave you the book in your hand."

Xia Mingwei was taken aback for a moment, recalling the illustration in the book, his energy immediately revived.

He took out an empty cup from the basket, poured cold water with ice, pushed it towards the young man, and asked calmly:

"It seems that you are not... my friend as the boss said."

"Of course, we didn't know each other before, but we know each other now." The young man took the cup, "My name is Anlunsi, and I'm studying at Oliver University."

"Why did you call yourself my friend and leave this book to me?" Xia Mingwei probed further.

"Because I think there's something you want to know, isn't it?" Anlunsi took a sip of the ice water.

"What do you know about that incident eight years ago?"

"All."

"Let's get straight to the point. You can tell me what you want me to do..." Xia Mingwei paused, then said in a low voice:
"It happened in the village where I used to live, the truth of that disaster."

"Before that, I need you to understand some concepts first, so that I can make the necessary explanations easier."

"Please."

"Wait a minute, let me open this notebook."

As Anlens said this, he had already stood up the screen of the laptop, pressed the power button, and the screen lit up. It was an audio player type of software.

The directory of the player, two videos are lying in it.

Xia Mingwei looked calm on the surface, but his hands were trembling slightly.

So many years have passed, and before I know it, it has been eight years...

From the age of nine to the present, everyone he meets has been convincing him with deafening voices that it was just a natural disaster, and it was really just a natural disaster that took away everyone in the village.

Even, no one was willing to give him a chance to defend himself, and no one trusted him. After listening to his narration, everyone just sighed for themselves, and then stuck the "spirit" on him. Abnormal", "mentally traumatized" and other labels, muttering:

"What a poor child..."

A long time has passed.

Subconsciously, it seemed that even Xia Mingwei himself was about to believe this... The scene imprinted in his mind when he was a child was really just a fantasy after his mental trauma.

In recent days, even the only close boss told him to be sober and face life well.

But today, at this very moment, there finally appeared a person who could overthrow all of this.

Xia Mingwei was relieved, but trembling.

It was as if he had obtained an atonement from the world, facing the sudden light, he was finally able to prove that he was not a lunatic, and what he saw at that time was true.

But this inch of light may push him into a desperate situation, because if he convinces himself, he can still live in the ordinary world, but if he chooses the wrong path, then he has to face the monster.The monster that fell from the sky and killed all his relatives.Wielding the flame sword, the majestic giant that can split the mountains and the earth can be easily split.

Xia Mingwei walked outside the store, turned the sign at the door from "Open" to "Close", walked back to the store, and turned his head to see that Anlunsi's bony fingers were moving and clicking on the touchpad.

After a long while, he said slowly, "Okay, I hope you watch these two videos first, and then make a conclusion."

Xia Mingwei came to Anlunsi's side, staring at the video screen with his eyes, and the scene of a port appeared on the screen.

Anners had a long voice, like a poet reading:

"This is the port of Allinge in Denmark. In October last year, a tsunami ruined the port. At that time, the fishermen had just returned from the sea, and the sky was raining heavily..."

Xia Mingwei interrupted him: "I will watch it myself."

Anners shrugged: "You really have no sense of humor."

The Port of Allinge on the screen, just as Anlens said, is dead silent and gray, with the harsh rain falling down, violently hitting the sea surface, splashing the rolling tide waves, and the shadows of a few boats in the gap between the sky and the sea. The gray junction undulates.

In the distance, a dark lighthouse glowed coldly in a dead world.

The black tornado whizzed and ravaged from the other side of the sea, and the waves slapped the port endlessly, like thousands of devils who had escaped from their cages, screaming and rushing towards the high gate of death.

The tide violently hit the side of the ship, and the fishing boats were violently turbulent on the sea. Even before many boats approached the pier, the fishermen were scrambling to throw out the cables, trying to use this to climb onto the ground of the pier.

But they failed.

The wind and rain were so strong that the sails were swept away, and the fishermen and the boats were sent into the sky by the tornado.

"I seem to recall the news from a year ago." Xia Mingwei raised his eyebrows suddenly, "A port in Denmark was destroyed by a tsunami, but there was no mention of a tornado in the news at all..."

"That's right, because it's a confidential matter." Anlunsi smiled, "I won't talk about it, just take your time."

Confidential Matters...

Like, what happened in my town at the time?

Xia Mingwei's expression became more focused. If things were as he guessed, then the tsunami in Denmark a year ago might not have been a simple tsunami...

Not long after, a huge black shadow suddenly appeared in the sky of Port Allinge. This huge shadow gradually passed through the atmosphere, passing through the dark clouds with wisps of thunder dancing.

"What is this?" Xia Mingwei frowned.

"Just look at it." Anlunsi took a sip of ice water.

The brilliance of the scorching sun was able to penetrate the clouds and mist in an instant, and sprinkled into the gloomy world. The giant shadow could not hide, but spread out its wings covering the sky and the sun in the sun.

Its ferocious and bloated figure suddenly caught Xia Mingwei's eyes.

Xia Mingwei spat out a word hoarsely:

"dragon?"

"That's right, Dragon." Anners affirmed.

The video continued, centering on the body of the dark blue dragon, terrifying high-temperature steam gushed out continuously, and the heavy rain pushed the steam to sweep in all directions.

Enveloped by this burst of hot steam, countless organs of the city began to play—the carousel that rotated at high speed, the extremely harsh evacuation broadcast, and the dark fountain with swaying water.

They seem to be performing a crazy symphony, lest the world will not be chaotic.

In the corner of the port, the bronze statue standing above the welded steel pillar stretched out its fingers towards the high dragon, directing the grand performance with a straight posture.

The entire Port of Allinge is collapsing. With the blue dragon's body as the center, tens of millions of violent steams are pouring out one after another, and the airflow from the wings pushes the steam to rage in all directions.

Finally, it landed...

boom--

The computer screen just went black, and only the shocking reverberation could be heard.

Whether it is the sound of thunder, rain, or the sound of "Zi La" when the rain is evaporated by the high temperature of the dragon, or the long roar of the blue dragon in the rain, none of them can erase the moment of blankness and silence brought by the stagnant thoughts.

One train?Is this the truth about the paralysis of Port Allinge?Xia Mingwei's eyes were shining brightly, and his slightly awe-inspiring expression was reflected on the dark screen.

Anlunsi crossed his legs and asked him with great interest: "How do you feel?"

Xia Mingwei helped his swollen forehead.

He wanted to say something, but his voice seemed to be stuck between his lips and teeth. In the end, he just sighed softly and spit out a rough question from his throat:

"What the hell is this...?"

"It comes from Greek mythology, one of the twelve main gods of Olympus." An Lance took a sip of ice water and said calmly:

"We generally call it Poseidon, the god of the sea."

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