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Chapter 102 "The Omniscient Eye" Chapter II

Chapter 102 "The Omniscient Eye" Part II
I immediately looked at the popular page of Sina Weibo. At this time, the video of me saying on the TV station that everyone was going to die was forwarded 80 times.

Five out of the ten hot posts on the homepage are related to me, but they are all negative.

It had only been half an hour and it had already bombarded the entire Sina Weibo. I smiled helplessly.

I think I am going to be popular, but there may be no tomorrow for the earth.

I looked through the private message list and it was almost full of all kinds of comments.

You don’t need to read it to know that almost everyone is scolding me.

I saw an official warning on Sina Weibo, which said that I was spreading rumors online to cause panic.Hopefully I can issue a statement within three hours or my account will be permanently deleted.

These messages are forwarded from user to user and come from a variety of sources.

I looked through it again for a while and found something more.

The reason why it became popular is because some big Vs used my words to criticize me. It was a situation that could no longer be stopped.

I turned off Sina Weibo in the background, and I knew there was no way to explain it.

At this moment, there is only one thought in my mind, which is to go home and see my father.

Anyway, if it is true that everyone is going to die, it is better to go home and have the last reunion dinner.

I reached out and took a taxi and drove towards my father's house.

A few years ago, I earned enough money to rent a house in the suburbs.

I also like the quietness of the suburbs, and now I regret participating in this program.

I almost never fall behind on the living expenses for my father, but I only go home to celebrate the New Year.

As the taxi was driving on the road, I said to the driver next to me: "You said that if everyone is going to die in ten hours, what would you most like to do now?"

The driver drove the taxi to a red light and stopped. He turned his head and glanced at me and said, "Is this the latest hot spot? The last customer was talking about this with me."

"Is this topic already so popular?" I smiled.

The driver smiled and said: "It seems that there is a magician who predicts the end of the world or something in a popular program that has not been aired yet. Talking about this makes me really think about what I want to do."

"How?" I asked.

"At first, I thought about squandering my life. After all, I am a rough person. Later, I wanted to spend time with my family. They should be more important than spending money." The driver said, reaching out and taking out a photo from the groove and handed it to me. .

I took a look, and pictures of two children came into view.

"Your child?" I said.

"It's amazing, don't look at the two little ones in the photo. Now one is Peking University and the other is Yale. Of course, the expenses are huge. I live frugally and drive just enough to cover their expenses. Of course, he is also very well-behaved. For example, the one on the left knows about work-study. Do you know how many scholarships he received at Peking University..." The driver seemed to be talking about this without stopping.

I smiled and stuffed the photo back into his little laminated recess.

The driver talked for a long time, and when he saw that I was silent, he said awkwardly: "I have said so much, where are the guests? What do you most want to do when the end of the world comes to an end?"

"Didn't I ask you to take me home? I want to see my dad." I said with a smile.

"So do the guests think that the end of the world is real? I remember that more than [-] years ago, in [-], someone said that the end of the world was happening, and a movie was made about it. It's already [-], and now it's An apocalypse is parachuting down. I won’t believe it anymore, after all, I’m still waiting for my children to grow up, marry a wife and have children,” the driver said.

"I don't dare to say it's true. After all, I just used this excuse to go back and see my family." I said.

"So the guest is skipping work to go home to see his family? Are you using the excuse of the end of the world? That's a good idea, but it's a pity that my two children are not here. Otherwise, it's not a bad thing to use this excuse to meet up. I'll open it today too Tired enough." The driver said with a smile.

"Are you tired? How much can you earn in a day?" I said.

"The difference is two to three hundred, and as many as one or two thousand. There is no lower limit or upper limit. You can live by your skills. I am a rough guy who only knows how to drive and can't do anything else well." The driver said with a smile.

I opened my wallet and there was still 800 yuan in it.

I held 800 yuan in my hand and waited for the moment I was about to get home.

. . . . . .

The car stopped in the community in front of my house. The driver turned down his watch and looked at me and said, "25 yuan."

I stood up and slapped [-] on the passenger seat and said: "If I give you [-] now and ask you to send me home and spend a day with my family. Make a phone call and talk to the two children, will you do it? ?”

"Guest, you don't really take the end of the world seriously, do you? I remember there were reports more than [-] years ago about mistaking the end of the world for real and then spending all your money. You can't help it, you need to wake up. Mind." The driver said anxiously. "Don't worry, I'm half a rich man. This money is nothing. Wouldn't it be nice to end the day early? Who said I was tired before?" I said with a smile.

"Then, thank you guest." The driver said with a smile.

I glanced at the driver with my left eye, who still looked like my mother.

I closed the car door and walked into the community.

Familiar neighborhood, familiar floors.

The familiar next-door neighbor and the familiar sunset shine on me.

I walked slowly to the door of 402 and knocked on the door.

The person who opened the door was my father. He had not remarried since his mother died.

"Why are you back?" Dad said.

"I miss you, come and see you." I said.

I vaguely felt that something was wrong in the atmosphere. My father had never questioned whether I would come back before.

"There is no soy sauce at home. Go out and buy some for me." Dad reached out and took out a banknote.

The face value of this note is a bit scary, it is a dime note.

It's hard to find it in this day and age, but my dad now lets me buy soy sauce.

"Dad, I lost my wallet when I came here just now. The money you gave me is not enough to buy soy sauce, right? Can you give me a little more?" I said, shaking the dime my father gave me.

Dad took the corner of the dime in my hand and pulled it away.

There were two words written crookedly on it in black pen: Run quickly.

I took a breath, squeezed the money tightly and said, "Dad, I'm going to buy soy sauce."

. . .

I turned around to leave immediately, and out of the corner of my eye I saw someone in the room.

At this point they seemed to be taking action.

I started to pick up the pace, but they seemed to be shouting too.

Dad blocked the door tightly so that these people could not rush out.

Before I ran a few steps, I saw people downstairs.

More than a dozen of them almost surrounded the entire community, and I froze on the spot.

Behind me, the man in my father's room broke away from him, rushed up and pinned me down in the corridor.

My mind went blank. It had only been half an hour since I finished the show, and I was already ambushed?

"I didn't do anything, don't arrest me." I shouted helplessly.

"I've been ambushing for half a month, and it's you who I caught. I even pretended to be a reporter to interview you before, but I didn't expect you to reject them all."

I frowned slightly as something came to my mind.

This thing doesn't seem simple. They didn't arrest me because I spread rumors.

But it was premeditated and planned for a long time.

I was escorted out of the community and put into a car.

There were three off-road vehicles, and I was stuck in the middle one.

"Where are we going?" I said.

There was no answer. At this time, a small opening was opened in the passenger seat in front of the car.

Unable to see the figure inside, the figure opened his mouth and said: "We have been waiting for you for a long time in the laboratory forty kilometers away. Mr. Lixia, or Mr. Disaster."

(End of this chapter)

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