Apocalypse Forecast

After the tracker's mind was filled with question marks, he took out his phone and sent a WeChat message. Then he walked in pretending to be idle, paid fifteen yuan for a hand tag, and pushed open the door to the changing room.

A wave of hot steam rushed over him.

Naked men walked around changing clothes between several rows of lockers, but Huai Shi was not inside. He only saw the rubber curtain leading to the bathhouse move, indicating that someone had just walked in.

Suppressing his confusion and anxiety, he calmly opened a locker, took off his clothes, and walked towards the bathhouse.

When he lifted the rubber curtain, he saw an expressionless teenager in complete clothing standing in front of him amidst the steam.

"What are you following me for?" Huai Shi asked directly.

"What did you say?" The muscular man's expression twitched for a moment, then quickly turned to confusion. He waved his hand impatiently, "Can you move aside?"

"Sorry, I can't."

Huai Shi sighed, then stepped forward.

Bang!

The tracker's vision went black, and then he heard the heavy sound of a fist hitting his face. His feet slipped, and he fell to the ground.

"I'm asking you--" Huai Shi squatted next to him, looking down at his face, and repeated the question, "Why are you following me?"

"Fuck--" The burly man was furious. He raised his arm to slap Huai Shi, but before he could, his vision went black again.

Huai Shi punched him hard.

Bang!

In front of the shocked gaze of those changing clothes, Huai Shi grabbed the man's hair, lifted his head, and pulled him into the changing room. He violently smashed his head against the locker.

One hit, two hits, three hits!

Until a huge dent appeared on the thin iron locker, the man struggled hard but couldn't break free from Huai Shi's grasp.

For the last time, he asked, "Why are you following me?"

"Fuck your mother!"

In pain, the tracker cursed loudly and kicked Huai Shi. He broke free from his grasp and scrambled to his feet, running straight towards the exit of the changing room.

With a bang, the cheap wooden door made of three pieces of plywood was smashed, and the long spring of the door handle hit him, leaving a bloody mouth.

He almost fell onto the counter.

Amidst the shocked screams of the counter lady, he grabbed several bath baskets on the counter and threw them at the teenager chasing after him. Then, without even taking a towel, he ran out of the bathhouse door and sprinted away...

Huai Shi chased after him.

The roles of attacker and defender had switched.

Now, the tracker was running naked on the street without even wearing slippers, while Huai Shi was chasing after him closely.Ignoring the abnormal sensation and pain of his bare feet on the ground, the tracker stumbled with a strange object under his crotch that cannot be described, facing the screams of passing women, like an unleashed wild dog.

Whether sacrificing his dignity for power or liberating himself under the filming of dozens of mobile phone cameras, that guy's speed unexpectedly increased again, and Huai Shi had a hard time keeping up with him.

Until he finally couldn't run anymore, he was blocked by Huai Shi in the alley, panting and moving backwards, realizing that there was no way out behind him.

"Why are you following me?"

Huai Shi stood at the entrance of the alley, calmly looking at him, "Are you going to make it easy, or should I find the answer myself?"

"I don't know..."

The naked tracker leaned against the wall, gasping for breath, "I don't know what you're talking about..."

"It seems to be the second option."

Huai Shi was silent for a moment, looked at him and said, "To be honest, I don't want to do this."

At that moment, the crackling sound of bone friction suddenly sounded from the alley.

Immediately after, the tracker saw a black shadow rapidly enlarging in front of him. Under the trampling of those old leather shoes, the stones in the alley suddenly sank, squeezing out the stinking sewage below.

And Huai Shi was already in front of him.

Bang!

The tracker suddenly bent down, feeling as if his lungs were about to be squeezed out of his mouth. His naked feet almost left the ground, and his arms blocking in front were also thrown to the sides under the violent impact.

Before he could stand firm again, the fist had already turned into a palm, pushing his face backwards, backwards, and backwards until... Bang!

His head hit the wall.

He instinctively wanted to bend over, but then he felt a coldness between his legs. In the whistling wind, something kicked him between the legs.

A strange scream.

His eyeballs almost jumped out of his face.

"Die!"

In the intense pain, his face became distorted, and he picked up the wine bottle on the ground while dodging, smashed it, and then stabbed it at Huai Shi's neck.

But immediately, he felt a pain in his wrist, and his arm was twisted into a strange angle. The wine bottle was inserted into his thigh, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

Immediately after, the sharp pain of broken arm and cut thigh erupted.

He screamed in horror, and then found a hand clasping his neck, lifting him up and smashing him against the wall. Huai Shi looked at the twisted face and angrily questioned:

"Why are you following me!"

Silence suddenly came.

The person suddenly stopped struggling, looking at Huai Shi's angry expression, as if seeing a joke, and laughed.

A smile squeezed out of his convulsing face, and it was unclear whether it was mocking or flattering.

His lips trembled, and he opened and closed with difficulty, as if confessing.

"I want...to make some money..."Huai Shi remained silent, looking at his old suit with frayed cuffs and his worn-out shoes with the soles coming off. He tried hard to believe the words, but in the end, he couldn't help but lower his eyes.

Slowly releasing his palm, he let the person fall to the ground, gasping for breath and coughing, convulsing in pain.

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"Okay."

Huai Shi suddenly said, "I'll give you money."

In the instant that the person looked up in surprise, he reached out and pressed his hand over his mouth and nose - then poured the valuable dust into his mouth.

In that moment, with the pinch of his fingers, a piercing scream came from the closed mouth. The person suddenly convulsed, struggling on the ground regardless of his injuries.

Indescribable fear and sadness rushed into his body, tormenting his soul. There were constantly muffled sounds coming from his throat, but Huai Shi held him tightly, preventing him from expressing himself.

It wasn't until Huai Shi heard the sudden sound of brakes at the entrance of the alley that he finally let go of the person in his hand and turned his head slowly. Several masked men jumped out of a van and blocked the entrance to the alley, their hands hidden in their pockets, their eyes full of malice.

In the silence, Huai Shi finally understood why that guy had brought him here.

"It's him!"

As the person who was convulsing on the ground pointed at Huai Shi, the man in front drew a green rope knife from his pocket, followed by various controlled knives.

Huai Shi was surprised and raised his eyebrows in disbelief.

"Doesn't anyone want to explain anything?" he asked in confusion. "Like why it's reasonable for a mechanic to carry controlled knives?"

A strange laughter came from behind him.

"Somebody...paid money...to buy...to buy your life..."

In a coughing fit, the man on the ground struggled to prop himself up with one hand, a twisted smile on his face. "Be sensible and don't struggle...it's too ugly..."

Huai Shi remained silent, lifted his foot, and suddenly stepped on the man's head.

Bang!

The man fell to the ground and didn't move.

Huai Shi turned around and looked at the approaching men, unable to help but sigh. "It seems that there's no way to make peace, is there?"

No one responded to him.

In the silence, Huai Shi lifted his hand, unbuttoned his coat, took off the suit that had been with him for many years, folded it carefully, and found a clean place on the naked man's body to place it.

Finally, he stood up, bowed deeply.

His attitude was sincere and humble.

"I'm sorry," he said, "my friend passed away, and I'm very sad."

"..."In an instant of shock, the few people were stunned and couldn't help but want to laugh.

But then, they saw the young man slowly raise his head, looking at them expressionlessly. "So, if there's anything wrong later, I'll apologize here first..." he said, slowly raising his hands and assuming a stance in front of his chest.

He spat out the last bit of pity from his chest towards his enemies.

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...

"It's still so deserted here."

The wheelchair girl sat in front of the desk, looking around. "It seems to have gotten a lot bigger again."

This is the municipal library.

To be precise, this is the underground storage warehouse of the municipal library-under the monotonous cold light, layer upon layer of huge bookshelves extend to the end of the line of sight, and go straight into the invisible darkness.

Counting forward, within sixty years, all periodicals, newspapers, official notices, and all administrative regulations that have appeared in the entire Xin Hai City... in short, everything printed on paper on the market is stored here.

Even the electronic version is stored in the adjacent server room and can be accessed at any time.

Although this is one of the responsibilities of the municipal library, achieving such an exaggerated level should be attributed to the man behind the desk, the current Xin Hai City library administrator, and the Sublimator known as "Professor".

It is indeed appropriate to call him a professor. The number of degrees on this man's body is so numerous that even he himself cannot count them-after all, his biggest hobby is to stay in this huge underground warehouse and read books.

Never leave the nest...