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- The room was almost full. ¡ó¡ýPeople with different looks are sitting on chairs and holding helmets in their hands. Most people were silent. Occasionally, a family of three would be together, and they would seize the last moment to hug, pull, and talk, but they also deliberately lowered their voices.
MJ took her to an empty chair, picked up the black helmet and stroked it a few times, and said to Li Yanhua: "Put this on later. You won't feel anything after the machine is turned on, you will feel sleepy." If you feel sleepy, just sleep. When you wake up wake up"
He repeated, turning his head to prevent Li Yanhua from seeing his face.
Fireworks bit her lip and hugged him.
Seeing his current tone and expression, she felt less afraid again. She thought that MJ had not shed tears for her yet, this was the first time.
MJ was silent for a while, turned around, held her in his arms, and said to her, "I will come to you."
Li Yanhua said: "I believe you."
Li Yanhua put on his helmet, and a soft operating prompt sounded in the room. MJ stood beside her and looked at her for the last few seconds. Then he saw that her long eyelashes began to tremble slightly and her pupils began to become dilated.
Li Yanhua tried to reach out and grab MJ. MJ held her hand.
When Hua Hua¡¯s eyes were about to close, MJ whispered: ¡°I¡¯m sorry.¡±
Her eyelids trembled rapidly, as if she was trying to open her eyes. But she couldn't resist the force - she "fell asleep" anyway.
MJ stared at her for a while.
Fireworks¡¯ chest rose and fell slightly at first, as if he was falling into a deep sleep. But soon, this fluctuation gradually became weak, and finally, she became motionless. MJ tested Li Yanhua's pulse with trembling hands and found that she had stopped breathing.
He suddenly felt
It¡¯s not like ascending to heaven here. It's like a large slaughterhouse.
At this time, a dozen staff members walked in. Start checking the immobile bodies one by one and take off their helmets. At the same time, they were doing one thing - using special tweezers to pull out a short hair with hair follicles from each person's temples and put it into a container in their hands.
When a young staff member walked up to Li Yanhua, MJ stretched out his hand to stop him and asked, "What are you doing?"
"Routine procedure. Keep the sample." The staff gently but firmly pushed MJ away and pulled out a hair from the firework's ear.
"What are you doing to preserve samples?" MJ has never heard of such a thing before - even if he is the director of the Pingyang Shengtian Office.
"I don't know. I told you from above."
??MJ doesn¡¯t know which ¡°above¡± he is referring to. But it must be higher than your own level.
He looked at the ID on the staff¡¯s chest and found that he did not belong to the Empire¡¯s Ascension Office. The certificate showed that he came from that core department-from that mysterious Mount Olympus.
He realized that this young man might know more than him on a technical level.
He couldn't help but ask: "Now what do they look like? Can they see us?"
¡°They are in another dimension and have no intersection with us.¡± The young man stopped and said. But what he said, MJ also knew - this was their unified propaganda caliber. But mj never believed those words. The Ascension Office has always been like an official agent. They only know what Olympus wants them to know, and what they are engaged in is only transactional work.
MJ felt that his emotions at the moment were a little impulsive. He took out his work ID: "I am the director of the Pingyang Shengtian Office. I want to know"
The young man lowered his head and looked at his ID carefully. Calmly said: "Oh, no wonder you're still here."
He thought for a while, exhaled softly, and pointed in the direction of the huge machine: "Just take a look. You will know it soon anyway."
mj looked over following the sound and found that four people were carefully opening a metal door on the ascension equipment, and then took out a palm-sized, shiny thing like a mirror from inside.
They put the thing into a suitcase, and then several people recorded the device on their hands, seeming to solemnly record the operation.
"What is that?" MJ felt an ominous premonition in his heart.
"It's them." The young man pointed at Li Yanhua. Then he reached out and drew everyone in the room in, "They have not been released yet. The fields they transformed into are now stored inside."
"Has it always been like this?" MJ's eyes widened.
"It's like this for the time being." The young man continued to walk towards the next person, "Actually, it's not like that. It won't go to any other dimension. It will probably still be there after it is released.In this world - we can be seen and felt, but it cannot have too much influence on us. But for safety reasons, they will be temporarily stored until the ascension plan is completed. When the time is right, liberate them. "
"Thenthese people'sbodies. How to deal with them?"
"You don't want to know."
MJ¡¯s lips trembled. He couldn¡¯t imagine what the experience of those ¡°stored¡± consciousnesses was like. He felt cold all over.
After a while, he suddenly asked the young man who had walked away: "Do you also want to ascend to heaven?"
The young man stopped and turned to look at him and said calmly: "I choose death."
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When mj walked out of the door, the sky was already darkening. This was an unusual dimness - although it was indeed dusk now. But the clouds are overcast. There is a choking smell in the air. He put on the air purifier he had prepared long ago - a thin thing that looked like an ordinary mask.
He looked up at the sky. The starlight has become dim, and maybe in a few hours, the stars will never be seen again. But there is a kind of light that is still very eye-catching, even brighter than the crescent moon that just emerged from the west.
That is the light emitted by the human immigration project space base station stuck in the Milky Way. The blue-white light shone slightly, as if it was blinking constantly.
mj knew that it was the light emitted by the nuclear fusion engines on the 132 nodes that had been completed on the space base station. They are changing course. Change of course and reorganization.
There are more and more pedestrians on the street, and many people have begun to poke their heads around. Those were probably some "well-informed" people who knew the meaning of the disaster that broke out in the early morning and were trying to find some way out.
For those people, "ascension" is an excellent way. But MJ knows that even such a choice, even if it is "stored". It probably won't be the "good result" they can get.
A middle-aged man with thin eyebrows and eyes walked around MJ for a while and realized that MJ looked well-dressed. He looked calm and had just walked out of Ascension Station, so he might be an insider.
He approached MJ with his hands in his pocket, unable to hide his anxiety in his smile, and chatted up: "Brother, do you want to smoke? I have a Feiyun here."
MJ glanced at him and said nothing. Because he suddenly thought of Li Yanhua. He had begun to miss her soft waist, plump breasts and that beautiful hair.
Of course there is that sentence.
"I trust you."
The middle-aged man came closer, took out a pack of cigarettes and stuffed it into his hand, and said with a smile: "Make a friend, my name is Liu Cheng. I just want to ask, is there any other way besides registering? Just show me the way"
MJ became irritable. He reached out and pushed Liu Cheng away, threw the cigarette to the ground, snorted from his nose and strode away.
He walked quickly down the street for a few steps, took out his cell phone from his pocket and looked at it.
There is not a single message.
He held his cell phone and thought for a while while walking. Finally a number was called.
The call rang for a long time before it was answered. The people over there don't sound very happy.
MJ quickly said: "Lao Meng, how's that going? Nothing has changed, right? When are we leaving?"
"I'm very busy right now." The person on the other end of the phone said, "If there's anything we can talk about tomorrow, that's it, I'll hang up now."
Just as mj was about to speak, the phone was hung up.
He widened his eyes, gritted his teeth, and stopped to take a few breaths.
After a few seconds, he dialed the number again.
This time it was quickly connected. The person on the phone said: "I'm really -"
"Someone came to ask me." MJ lowered his voice and tried to sound calm. "Someone came and asked me about Lao Meng. I don't know where he is from. He doesn't look like a good person. I don't care about it myself, but I still have a wife and children. I'm afraid of long nights and many dreams."
The person on the other end of the phone was silent for a while and said, "Come to my place to see me at nine o'clock tonight."
"Okay." MJ hung up the phone. He glanced at the time. 18:43.
The sky is getting darker. There are more and more people on the street. But by this time, there were not even a few police officers to disperse the crowd. Those people gathered in small groups, whispering and flashing their eyes, MJ felt more and more uneasy.
He quickened his pace and returned home.
His wife is also at home, and so are his children. It's a son, three or four years old. Normally, they should be under unified care in public kindergartens.?But the wife did not know how to get him out.
As soon as he opened the door. His wife Shen Zhuo asked in a face-to-face manner: "What should we do? When will we leave?"
MJ threw the key into the celadon bowl next to the shoe cabinet and shook his head: "Lao Meng asked me to see him at nine o'clock in the evening just to talk about this matter. He glanced at the bedroom and found that his wife had already packed the suitcase. "
My son doesn¡¯t get to see him often. This "often" frequency is even less than once a week.
Therefore, the tiger-headed little guy only hid half of his head behind his mother and looked at him with his eyes wide open.
MJ wanted to hug the little guy, but as soon as he squatted down, he turned around and ran to the bedroom.
MJ sighed. He said to Shen Zhuo: "It's useless for you to pack it up. There is a counterweight in the sky. Each person can bring up to 500 grams of things. If there is more, they have to be buckled down."
Shen Zhuo turned around and looked at the suitcase in the bedroom reluctantly: "I just thought, what if. Okay, let's eat first. You can talk to Lao Meng tonight. It's being spread in our work unit now. The space base station cannot pick up so many people, and 500,000 people are supporting the sky - many people may not be able to leave."
"I know it well." MJ waved his hand, sat down on the sofa, leaned back and looked up at the ceiling.
Shen Zhuo turned around and walked into the kitchen. MJ heard the sound of dishes clattering.
This is the only sound in the room.
After a while, he heard Shen Zhuo ask: "Where is she?"
MJ was stunned: "Which one?"
Shen Zhuo came out and put two plates of food on the table, then walked back to the kitchen and said, "Li Yanhua."
MJ immediately sat up straight on the sofa. He looked at Shen Zhuo's back in the kitchen: "how do you know?"
Shen Zhuo stopped and said, "I knew it a long time ago. You men can't hide this kind of thing."
MJ lowered his head and rubbed his hair vigorously with his hands, then looked out the window and then at his son who was looking at him timidly by the bedroom door. After a long silence, he said, "I just sent her to heaven."
"Oh." Shen Zhuo said.
MJ stood up and walked to the bedroom door, wanting to touch the little guy again.
But the son ran to the bed again, looked at him and giggled.
He sighed: "I'm going to go find Lao Meng now. I don't have any food to eat. It's chaotic outside, so don't be too late."
After saying that, he walked out the door.
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Lao Meng¡¯s original name was Meng Og, and he worked in the Ministry of National Defense. He has an ordinary appearance, is dark and thin, and likes to wear black clothes.
The whole person looks black.
When mj saw him, he was sitting alone in the office. There was only one light above his head in the room, and Lao Meng sat under the light, leaning against the back of the chair with his eyes closed.
MJ knows that this person has such a habit -this makes people feel unpredictable. But this doesn't scare him. He has a secret.
He closed the door with his backhand, walked over and sat across from Lao Meng.
After a while, Lao Meng opened his eyes and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "Who is looking for you?"
"I don't know who she is. A woman, about thirty years old." MJ looked at him and said, "Just the day before yesterday, she came to my office, with an army sign on her chest, and she acted like someone from the army, but something was wrong. Son."
"She said that she was from the Army Logistics Support Department and asked me some things about ascension. The topic didn't feel right as she asked, and she started asking about my things. She seemed to know that I had been at the Great Wall Station before, and wanted to talk to me. I Just send her away politely.¡±
Meng Yu lowered his head and thought for a while, then raised his head and asked, "You didn't check?"
"I checked." MJ said, "It's indeed logistics. But I still don't think it's right. You know who she is. If you see her, you might be able to tell her something."
Meng Yu frowned and waved his hand: "You should have told me that day. What is that woman's name?"
"Ma Xiaoling."
Meng Heng reached out and tapped the computer screen on his desk, swiping with his fingers several times quickly. MJ looked sideways and found that he was checking that person.
Four Ma Xiaoling appeared on the screen. MJ looked at it and pointed at the second to last person: "It's her."
Meng Heng stared at this person's information for a while, frowned slightly and remained silent.
The silence lasted for more than ten seconds, and MJ couldn't help but ask: "is there really a problem?"
"Heythis person" Meng Ying frowned and shook his head slightly, "Why does this person look so kind?"
MJ breathed a sigh of relief: "Then maybe you've actually seen it, and it's really no problem."
Meng?Still silent.
But after a few seconds, his brows widened. But the reason why his brows relaxed was because his eyes widened and his mouth opened slightly.
¡°Ma¡Xinyu.¡± He murmured. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature. The novels will be better and updated faster! - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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