Apocalypse Forecast

The quiet elevated bridge was filled with the sound of rain.

The endless storm seemed to detach this place from the world, isolating everything and swallowing the entire world.

"So this is what you look like."

Huai Shi opened the car door and gazed at the old man inside, ignoring the gun pointed at him. He carefully examined the old man's appearance - meticulously groomed silver hair, a dignified expression, and a sharp suit that made him look like he had just stepped down from a podium.

"Truly...a righteous face."

Huai Shi pushed aside the slightly trembling gun and got into the car, sitting across from Qi Wen. The rain and blood on his clothes left dirty marks on the leather sofa.

Rich people sure have it good.

Looking around the spacious compartment with its exquisite decorations, he lowered his head to look at the soft carpet under his feet and the black footprints he left behind. He smacked his lips and asked, "Do you have a cigarette?"

Qi Wen didn't say anything, but the veins on the back of the hand holding the gun bulged.

He was pressing so hard.

But he didn't have the courage to pull the trigger. After a long time, his hand fell weakly onto his knee.

Meanwhile, Huai Shi finally found several cigars sealed in copper tubes from the armrest's hidden compartment. They looked incredibly luxurious and smelled of money.

"Thank you."

After thanking him politely, Huai Shi took out a knife and pried open the copper tube, just like in the movies. However, he seemed to have cut too much, and the cigar was about to fall apart. He quickly pinched it shut.

After all, wasting one cigar was a waste of a lot of money.

He thought for a moment, then took two more cigars to give to Lao Liu later.

In silence, Qi Wen watched him rummage through the compartment like a poor person. Finally, he spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Where's He Luo?"

"He's dead."

Huai Shi felt around in his pocket for a lighter and casually told him, "Look over there by the isolation pier. The one on the ground is him."

Qi Wen was stunned.

His lips stiffly opened, but he didn't say anything. In the end, he weakly leaned back on the chair, letting his silver hair hang down.

It was as if he had collapsed in an instant.

Finally, a hint of exhaustion and old age appeared in his self-hatred.

Meanwhile, Huai Shi finally found the lighter.

He held it in his wet hand and sprayed out a flame, igniting the cigar's tail. He took a deep breath, but immediately started coughing violently.

He had inhaled it into his lungs.

Soon, he disdainfully threw the cigar out the window. It was too much trouble to smoke, and it was definitely not a good thing. These rich people must have so much money they could burn it.

"Sorry, just wait a moment."He finally remembered and waved his hand, then started rummaging through his pockets: "Antidote, antidote, where is the antidote... Ah, here it is."

He found a small bottle from his inner pocket, with colorless viscous liquid rippling inside, looking like glue.

Crow had assured him of its excellent effect, but he still felt something was off.

Huai Shi sniffed it with suspicion, didn't smell anything strange, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp. Immediately, he felt a deep bitterness exploding from his mouth, extending all the way down, stimulating his throat and esophagus, and finally churning in his stomach.

Like a big hand constantly digging.

It gathered all the toxic fog, pulled it into a ball, and then Huai Shi's face suddenly changed, subconsciously covering his mouth. Soon, he bent over and vomited violently.

A pile of green blood clots, lunch from noon, and the milk tea bought on the way were all vomited out.

It was so eye-catching, staining on Qi Wen's handmade leather shoes.

"Tissue, tissue..."

Huai Shi frantically searched for tissues, pulled the box over, wiped his face randomly, and then pulled out two more to blow his nose.

Finally, the paper ball was thrown out of the window and fell into the silent cold rain.

He breathed a sigh of relief, finally relaxed, and the tiny blood vessels on his face that had turned ink-green gradually returned to their original color, revealing his slightly immature calm face.

Looking at Qi Wen in front of him.

Carefully scrutinizing.

Suddenly asked: "Have you eaten?"

"..."

Qi Wen glanced up at him, looking at him like a fool, but didn't say anything.

"To be honest, I thought you would run away."

Huai Shi grinned: "It's like playing hide-and-seek, you are the human, I am the ghost, you run in front, and I chase behind... Besides, it's raining, you see, how romantic!"

"You won, Huai Shi, congratulations, you have successfully destroyed my career and my life."

Across from him, the old man looked at his playful face coldly and slowly raised the gun in his hand: "You can be proud, this is the right of the winner, but don't expect me to beg you for mercy."

Thus, he glanced at him arrogantly for the last time.

He pointed the gun at his own chin.

Pulled the trigger.

In the silence, only the sound of rain.

The sound of rain outside the car window mixed with the sound of rain inside the car, and could not be distinguished.

Only a hoarse scream suddenly rang out, full of pain, as if it was going to pierce Huai Shi's eardrums.

Qi Wen's hand fell to the ground, along with his gun.Blood gushed out from the smooth incision on his elbow, flowing down his exquisite suit, and eventually, like a winding stream, merged into the soft carpet, creating a gradually spreading dark red stain.

"Calm down, I didn't mean to humiliate you, and I don't really want to be so rough." Huai Shi sincerely corrected himself, "Actually, I just want to see you smile."

As he spoke, he reached out and pulled up Qi Wen's hair, looking at his twisted and ferocious face, and asked softly, "Tell me, were you smiling when my home was destroyed?"

Qi Wen certainly wasn't smiling.

He glared at Huai Shi angrily, breathing heavily, and spat out bloodstained saliva on his face. But Huai Shi remained calm.

Calm as if he couldn't feel anger.

"Speaking of which, I should congratulate you first." He said, "Remember you said that after the bidding tomorrow, you can control the navigation of the Pong Hu, and become the master, no longer a dog to anyone."

Huai Shi said solemnly, "Congratulations, Mr. Qi, your dream is about to come true."

"You fucking... should have killed you, you damn leftover!" Qi Wen cursed hoarsely, "Whether it's you or your parents, you are all a bunch of useless people! I should have buried you and them together! Cut your bodies into pieces!"

"Why aren't you laughing, Mr. Qi Wen?"

Huai Shi asked in confusion, "Isn't realizing your dream something worth celebrating?"

Qi Wen didn't say anything, just stared at him fiercely.

His bloodshot eyes were full of malice.

Huai Shi disappointedly let go of his hand, took two tissues, and wiped the saliva off his face.

"I've always had a goal."

He pondered and said softly, "I want to have a healthy life, study hard, go to college, become a musician, support my parents who don't treat me well, meet a woman who loves me and marry her, teach our children seriously, live a respected life, and die peacefully surrounded by my family."

"If I have a dream, that's probably it."

A quick look at bit.ly/3iBfjkV will leave you more fulfilled.

He shrugged and spread his hands helplessly, "You see, a cheap second-hand piano, two unloving family members, an old house... that's all I have."

"But now, I have no family anymore."

Rainwater mixed with blood dripped down his wet hair, leaving winding marks on his face that couldn't be wiped away."Mr. Qi Wen - "

Huai Shi said, "I have lost my dream."

"-I am very sad."

Qi Wen grinned maliciously, opened his mouth to speak, but then a loud noise came from the car.

Smoke rose slowly from Huai Shi's gun, the bullet passed through Qi Wen's lips, and then pierced through the dashboard of the driver's seat.

Blood spurted out.

"Please don't speak."

Huai Shi looked up at him and thanked him sincerely, "Thank you for listening to me for so long. I feel much better now. We should finish what we haven't done yet."

Qi Wen's expression twitched.

In the hands of the young man, the gun barrel slowly lifted and aimed at his face, reflecting the passage to hell in his trembling pupils.

Huai Shi pulled the trigger.

Click!

An embarrassing sound came from the gun barrel. There were no bullets left.

"Sorry, it's my first time seeking revenge, and I don't have much experience. Please wait a moment."

Huai Shi fumbled for a bullet from his pocket and tried to take out the magazine, but it seemed to be stuck and he couldn't press the button to release it.

Death seemed to be at hand, but it lingered nearby, quietly enjoying this rare comedy.

In the sound of fragmentation, the sound of a cello rang out, and Huai Shi's phone vibrated. He didn't answer it, and it kept ringing as if it would never stop.

Until Huai Shi became a little annoyed and answered the phone.

"Hello? Who is this?" He asked, "If you have something to say, please hurry up. I'm busy here... By the way, can I ask how to reload this gun they gave me? I've been studying it for a while, waiting online, it's quite urgent."

There was a moment of silence from Ai Qing on the other end of the phone before she spoke, "Where are you now?"

"I'm at home. The rain is heavy, and I'm scared and lonely. I can only hold a gun to keep warm. Oh, saying it like this feels a bit gay, but I really can't open the magazine."

A sigh came from the phone.

"Don't bother, the gun has a safety lock. And the surveillance camera tells me that you're not at home, Huai Shi. You're sitting in front of a dying man on the Jinhai Expressway, wanting to blow his head off with a bullet."

"Hmm?"

Huai Shi was stunned and instinctively leaned out to look at the nearby camera, "Sorry, the signal is not very good. What did you say?""Listen to me, Huai Shi - if you kill him here, it will only bring punishment. Neither the Heavenly Astronomical Society nor the Special Affairs Department can allow it. Put down your gun, trust me, someday this matter will have a satisfactory outcome for everyone."

"Will they kill him then?" Huai Shi asked back, "Execution or hanging? Electric chair works too, or if you want to be humane, injection?"

"..." Ai Qing did not speak.

"I'm only seventeen, sis. Don't say things I don't understand," Huai Shi pouted and sighed helplessly. "If it needs to be done, it needs to be done. Even if I get punished or thrown into prison, it doesn't matter."

After a long silence, Ai Qing asked softly, "Do you have to do this?"

"I have to."

The young man looked at Qi Wen, whose face had changed dramatically, and declared calmly, "He has to die."

The last thing heard was a sigh.

The phone hung up.

Immediately after, Huai Shi heard a crisp sound from the gun, and the magazine smoothly slid out and fell into his hand.

Huai Shi was stunned for a long time, and then shook his head helplessly, "Don't do something that will make us both accomplices, okay?"

After a long period of dazedness, he still sighed, and put down the gun unhappily.

"Congratulations, you're lucky..." Qi Wen was stunned for a moment, then ecstatic, but before the smile could bloom on his face, he saw the surprise Huai Shi had prepared for him. "There's a brand new way of dying waiting for you to experience."

In that instant, a pale flame slowly ignited in the right hand raised by the young man.

In the fire of source material, a trace of material rose up, showing a texture of iron gray, intertwined and braided together, forming a bundle of rope the thickness of a little finger.

He screamed and instinctively tried to push open the car door and escape from here, run as far away as possible in the rain, almost falling to the ground, using his hands and feet to move forward.

But the rope came like a snake, silently winding around his neck.

Then, it suddenly tightened!

In the last moment, he heard the young man's whisper behind him.

"So, before you die... experience my 'sadness' with me."

"Quick, quick! Faster!"

In the passenger seat, Director Fu roared at the driver, "We're from the Special Affairs Department, who cares about traffic lights! Speed up for me!"Under his urging, the reckless convoy roared through the city, heading towards the direction of the overpass. From a distance, they could hear the rumbling of collapse, the deafening explosions, and gunshots.

"Damn the Astronomical Society! I should have killed that little bastard back then!"

Director Fu's eyes were about to pop out.

What was this? Where the hell was the explosion? This was endless reports and endless self-criticism! It was all over. Let alone getting promoted, it would be a blessing for his whole family if they didn't get an internal notice.

He couldn't help but want to call Fu Yi now and ask her where on earth she found such a combative classmate!

It was too late for anything now.

All he could do was pray that Qi Wen's men could hold on a little longer and not be swept away by Huai Shi's attack. Otherwise, it would be all over.

Clutching his chest, he hurried along.

By the time he finally arrived at the overpass, his heart had completely chilled.

"Damn it, why..."

Anyone with eyes could see the young man sitting on the broken edge of the overpass. He sat quietly in the rain and wind, looking down at the gradually clearing sky and sunset in the distance.

Beside him hung a dangling rope.

And a withered corpse swaying in the rain and wind.

As if tormented, his body twisted into a strange shape, convulsing to death. His mottled white hair was soaked, covering the suffocating twisted face.

Underneath the open lapel of his suit, someone had written a bloodstained epitaph on the dead man's white shirt:

'I thought this world was about winners and losers...'

With the breeze, the corpse gently flipped over, revealing the bloody confession written on its back.

—【I was wrong】