I asked you to go to jail, how come you are invincible?.

Chapter 198: People gave him the nickname He Tiandi
The sea breeze was blowing, and the port in Binbian District seemed a bit empty.

Due to the heavy fog in the Pacific Ocean, basically no ships will arrive at the port in Hamabyen District during this period.

Basically no one goes to sea during this period. Even those who do go to sea, even on the sea where information is blocked, can learn through radio or the Internet that there is a very dangerous thing approaching on the sea at this time. , need to return as soon as possible.

There were basically no pedestrians on the street, and everyone could feel a dark cloud hanging over their heads, making everyone feel a bit depressed.

Although similar experiences have occurred several times before, and all incidents have been dealt with, whenever such an incident occurs, people will always have this sense of fear deep in their hearts.

This is a fear that comes from deep within, a threat of imminent death that no one can avoid.

On the pier, there is only one man who has been sitting here for ten years, setting up his fishing rod and quietly looking at the endless sea.

Ever since he started fishing, this man would sit here every day, preparing his tools until he caught a fish.

If he was lucky and had plenty of time after catching a fish, he would fish for a while longer and not leave until dusk.

If he was unlucky and never caught a fish, he would even prepare a lantern and tent to fight to the death with the fish here.

In addition to his surname He, people gave him the nickname He Tiandi.

"Lao He, are you still fishing today?" A sailor who was temporarily unemployed because he stopped going to sea squatted next to the man, fiddled with his tool box with his hands, picked up the floats one by one, and distinguished them.

The man took out a cigarette case from his pocket and gestured to the crew member, who raised his hand and refused, "Forget it, I've quit smoking. Every time I go out to the sea, I never smoke enough. Now I'm used to the days when I don't smoke."

"That's good. I'll be a crew member in the future. Maybe I can quit smoking." The man took out a cigarette from the cigarette case and held it in his mouth. He covered the sea breeze with his hand and lit it for himself. cigarette.

"You stay here fishing every day, and you are still a crew member? I think you just want to go fishing." The crew member took out each float, glanced at it, and then put it back. "Speaking of which, haven't the relevant departments already Has a notice been issued? It said that the sea has been very dangerous recently and that ordinary citizens should stay away."

The man sneered, "Huh, do you think I'm an ordinary citizen?"

The crew member laughed and said, "Indeed, you are Emperor He Tian. You come here to fish every day without hesitation, and you dare not even listen to your own wife. You are indeed not an ordinary citizen."

The sea water under the two of them showed a relatively dull dark blue, and the crew member had a very depressing feeling in his heart, "But anyway, I still think it would be better for you to stop fishing recently, and stay away from the sea. What happened?

"This is a world that belongs to extraordinary people. As an ordinary person, what can you afford?"

The man blew out a smoke ring and said in a calm tone, "It's okay. Didn't I tell you everything? There are still a few days until the fog comes over. You also know that fishing is just like smoking. If you don't do it for a while, you will feel itchy. Itchy hands.

"Isn't there still a few more days? When I catch enough fish in the past few days, I will definitely leave and stay far away from the sea."

The crew member listened to the man's words. Although the latter's words sounded light and airy, they could not relieve the depression and anxiety in his heart.

The sky in the distance was foggy, as if a storm was coming.

"Then again, haven't several nearby coastal areas issued evacuation orders? I heard that my third uncle and the others were frantically packing up their money and belongings yesterday, preparing to leave the city and go live with my second grandma first. How many days?" The crew member squatted beside him and felt his legs were numb, so he stood up, pulled the man's box over and used it as a chair to sit down.

"Since several other urban areas have issued evacuation orders, why is there still no movement here? Is it possible that the heavy fog is not drifting towards us?" The man put his right hand on the fishing rod, feeling the rod at all times. He didn't forget to reply: "Who knows? Aren't the people above just like gods and ghosts, and there are a lot of things happening in our Binbian District during this period. Maybe the people above feel that this is the case. Things have become normal.”

This is quite far-fetched to explain, but since no one has ever explained the reason, they can only make random guesses on weekdays.

Anyway, it's just a guess, and I won't spread any opinions. It's like just hanging out.

call--

A gust of slightly cold wind blew on the faces of the man and the crew. It seemed that he suddenly felt the fishing rod move. The man's expression suddenly became fierce. He grabbed the fishing rod and suddenly lifted it up, wanting to feel it. weight.

But, unfortunately, no fish took the bait.

Let alone a fish, there is nothing on the hook except bait.

"Huh?" The man felt a little weird, "What's going on? Didn't I feel something bite the hook?"

When he was confused, the man suddenly felt someone beside him poke his shoulder.

He looked at the crew member next to him, only to find that the crew member's face was pale and his eyes were always looking forward.

"what happened?"

The man followed the crew's gaze and looked forward, but saw an extremely terrifying scene on the horizon.

Dark gray and light gray fog overlap and intersect with each other, like a rugged yin and yang picture.

The front end of the fog continued to spread forward, like a roaring human face, struggling to crawl forward.

At this moment, they finally understood why the federation had codenamed this fog a moving natural disaster.

Cries, howls, and roars came from the depths of the fog. The fog was like a protective shell against the outside world, protecting something more terrifying under the fog.

This heavy fog is advancing continuously, and the fog from the outside world has created painful and distorted human faces. They are like being trapped in rubber sleeves, constantly stretching out their heads and hands, trying to get out of the rubber. The victim struggled out of the trap.

But they couldn't break free. They could only stretch their arms or heads to a certain length, and then turned into a cloud of smoke and dust, as a trace of the fog spreading forward.

again and again.

One after another!
The sky is not gray.

It's because the fog obscures the color of the sky.

In other words, the crew member at the beginning did not see the sky at all. What he saw was the fog that swallowed the sky!
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