An hour later, the church was already full of people.
Old men and women from various towns and villages called each other friends. In a joyous atmosphere, they talked about their sons and daughters who worked outside and the eggs they bought yesterday.
There were also free melon seeds and fruits distributed. Everyone had three yellow cakes and a few bottles of mineral water.
In the midst of the chaos, the curtain on the podium was still hanging down.
The backstage was in full swing. The gospel class, which was preparing for the cultural performance, was confirming the program. In the corner, the teenager was lying on the ground like a dead dog.
Huai Shi's face was pale. He was about to vomit and shivered.
The bone-chilling cold and invisible weight were constantly applied to his back.
For the first time, he felt such a terrible weight of death … He didn't dare to imagine how terrible the death was to have such a heavy premonition.
"Ugh!"
He leaned on the bucket and vomited all the steamed buns and braised pork that he had just stuffed into his stomach. His tears and snot were about to come out.
He hated this strange skill of his.
Although he was about to die, Huai Shi unexpectedly didn't feel afraid. He only felt nauseous, as if he had eaten something bad.
His stomach was bloated.
He wiped his tears and pulled the old man who played the pipa, "Uncle, if I die backstage, can it be counted as a work injury …?"
The old man jumped a few steps away, full of vigilance.
"Young man, don't blackmail people. It was fine before the meal … I have seen the world. If it was a few years ago, we might have met near the front of a car! If you want to mess around, believe it or not, I will lie on the ground and blackmail you to hit people. "
"Yes, yes!" The old man who played the suona next to him echoed, "I can testify. I saw it clearly. Young man, you hit people when you didn't like it …"
Huai Shi was about to give up.
Where the f * ck did this group of old men with all the five poisons come from? They were so skilled at blackmailing people!
"Okay, okay, get ready!" Another foreman came from the front and shouted. He pointed at Huai Shi and shouted, "Can you still play? If you can't, we don't pay here! Young people nowadays have a bad conscience. "
"Yes, yes."
Huai Shi picked up the erhu with tears in his eyes. "Where's the score? Where is it? "
"Why do we need a score? We don't have enough time, so we have to cancel our scene. Now, let's play the accompaniment for the Gospel Duo Turn. We just need to follow the tune and create a festive atmosphere."
The old man waved his hand and muttered, "It's really a loss to give him 40 yuan. If I had known, I would have given him 20 yuan."
Huai Shi was speechless.
Just as he sat down with the group of old men at the front desk, he heard someone announce, "Next, please enjoy the Gospel Yangge brought to you by Laotang Town's Arts Club!"
The audience applauded enthusiastically.
Only Huai Shi could not help but curse in his heart: What the hell is that lunatic called Wang Hai doing? Holding a sermon like the Deyun Society, and they even need people to warm up the atmosphere. Why are they so ostentatious? Why don't they go and be a little fresh meat?
Before he had the time to think further, a row of old ladies dressed in festive floral clothes came up to the stage from backstage. They gathered around a person and chatted about the postures and techniques of square dancing.
"Sisters, remember, the rhythm here is not 'dong cha-cha', but 'dong cha-cha'." The leader smiled and even stroked her hair in a showy manner. She looked back and smiled flirtatiously. Then, she froze on the spot.
Looking at Huai Shi.
Huai Shi was also looking at her.
Dumbfounded.
— Damn, why is it you!
Huai Shi was just thinking about how to get in touch with this guy. She didn't expect that before she could even get in touch with him, the Gospel Twosome, with the cowherd Liu Dongli leading the dance and the traitor Huai Shi playing the piano, had already started their performance.
Joy and music blossomed.
As the two of them looked at each other with complicated expressions, Huai Shi opened his mouth silently. "Where's my orange tree?"
"I haven't bought it yet."
"Have you eaten?"
"No …"
"I've eaten."
Huai Shi patted his stomach. "There's white bread and red braised pork. Are you jealous?"
F * ck!
Yoo Dong-ri suddenly wanted to curse, but the curtain at the front stage had been opened. He could only force a warm smile and dance with the old men in the country disco.
Just in front of Yoo Dong-ri, the old sister who was the first to be stopped by him twisted a floral handkerchief and sang, "Entering God's home, sitting beside God, the sweetness is better than our mother's, hallelujah to heaven …"
Pfft.
Huai Shi could not help but laugh.
Beep.
The phone in his pocket vibrated. A text message had been sent. He took out his phone with one hand and saw Ai Qing's number on the screen.
And the content of the text message.
"— Retreat, immediately! [Closed — 5] "
At that moment, the aura of death that was far stronger than usual surged and almost drowned Huai Shi.
.
.
Ten minutes ago, in the temporary command center, Ai Qing's expression was gloomy.
"Soul radiation recording tape completed. Normal."
"Depth index 0.17. Normal."
"Border erosion rate is 0.03%. Normal."
"Normal."
"Normal."
"Normal."
All the observation data was normal.
But for some reason, her expression became more and more unsightly until finally, there was a trace of anger.
"What's wrong?" the middle-aged man asked.
"Something's wrong." Ai Qing's slender fingers clenched the armrest of the wheelchair. Her eyes were gloomy. "There's definitely something wrong!"
While everyone was still in a state of shock.
She reached out and took out the phone from the pocket of the wheelchair. She directly opened the back case and pulled out the red plug that looked like a phone card.
In the silence, the middle-aged man was stunned and stood up subconsciously. "Are you crazy?!"
Every inspector's phone was a special model provided by the Astronomy Society. Not to mention the strong signal and power, the internal application and data were also reasonable. The most important and crucial thing was the red highest alert on the back of the phone.
Only when an inspector confirmed that a matter was beyond his ability and would bring about a B-level border hazard or above would he have the authority to activate this function.
Whether it was a fire beacon or a life-saving talisman, few inspectors would choose to use it.
Once this function was activated, the signal would directly connect to the United Nations Astronomy Society's direct authority — the Special Situation Countermeasures Room of the Administration.
It would not be an exaggeration to say that it could reach the heavens.
If the situation was serious, it would even alarm the Group of Ten Committee.
If Ai Qing was an official prosecutor, she could even mobilize an A-level sacred corpse or directly mobilize the manpower of all the Ascendants in the entire East China Sea region …
Of course, there was a price to pay for such an exaggeration.
If someone found out that she was playing the wolf, the consequences would be obvious. But the most important thing for everyone present was that once the matter was reported to the Astronomy Society, all the deals and guarantees made to cover up the matter would naturally come to nothing.
Flipping the table right before victory?
What was this woman trying to do?
She was really crazy!
It was just a small matter involving relics at the border. Why did she have to directly report it to the Administration?
It was like the leaders of two counties directly calling the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection after a disagreement. Wasn't she making a mountain out of a molehill?
Moreover, there was no evidence or sign at all, nor was there any sign that something was wrong.
"Ah, maybe I'm making a mountain out of a molehill. But compared to the unexpected situation, I'd rather take a gamble."
Ai Qing turned her phone in her hand. Once she made the decision, her expression calmed down again without any anxiety.
Even if the higher-ups doubted her ability, she would accept it.
The uneasy premonition that was so strong that it could drive people crazy quickly disappeared as if it was an illusion. Only the cold sweat that was gradually drying under her clothes could show how much she had struggled to make this ridiculous decision.
She looked at the phone screen and sneered mockingly.
She laughed at herself.
She was only two months away from becoming an official, but now it was hard to say. If it turned out to be a false report, being stripped of her position as inspector would be a light punishment.
After all, the Special Situation Countermeasures Room was increasingly short on manpower. They would never allow such a squandering of the Astronomy Society's resources to happen.
After a few seconds, the phone screen lit up.
There was no need to connect. A faint light was projected on the screen and intertwined into an illusory phantom in the air. A man in a suit that looked like a telephone operator had no confusion or panic on his face. He calmly examined the girl in front of him.
"Number T9631, Probationary Inspector of the Dongxia branch in Xin Hai."
He said, "No depth warning detected, no signs of border erosion detected, no signs of high level stigmata activity detected … Please submit a report and application."
"Following the regulations of the Law of the Twelve Copper Tables, as a probationary inspector, I apply for the assistance of Article 9 of the Border Countermeasures Ordinance and physical blockade of the area within ten kilometers of Laotang Town in Xin Hai of the Republic of Dongxia in Asia. Please execute immediately."
"Application in confirmation-"
The printer next to the man in the suit quickly spat out a long list of documents. After glancing at it, he picked up the stamp next to him and stamped it.
"Application approved."
"Satellite orbit adjustment begins. It is expected to be in place in three minutes. Laotang Town blockade execution order has been issued. Waiting for processing. Article 9 of the Border Countermeasures Ordinance has been loaded."
After completing all the procedures in a mechanical manner, the man in a suit with serial number 0075 nodded in the end.
"Everything is for the world."
The communication was cut off.
In the silence where everyone was stunned, a roar that sounded like an earthquake came from afar.
In the sky tens of thousands of kilometers away, in the pitch-black darkness of the universe, the enormous satellite array that was floating in the orbit of space spurted out gas, slowly and precisely adjusting its angle, reflecting the insignificant things such as the clouds, the land, the cities, and the dust down below.
In the Greenwich Observatory in Old London, on the sixth underground floor, the huge difference engine roared and slowly spat out a tin foil tape that was full of holes.
The secretary waiting by the side carefully cut it out and rolled it into a bearing. The process was recorded and recorded. Finally, it was placed into an empty cylinder and sent into the vacuum mail pipe next to it.
Under the vacuum, the cylinder sank thousands of meters underground and landed in the corner of the busy hall.
The man who was smoking sat on the chair and listened to music. He opened the cylinder with one hand and opened the scroll with the other. He stomped on the floor, tossed the cigarette butt to the side, and walked to the center of the hall.
There were people coming and going in the incredibly huge hall, but the floor was uneven. Many places were even filled with water.
But looking down from above, one could see its true appearance — it was a three-dimensional map that was huge enough to record all the topography in the world.
The man who was smoking passed by his colleagues at work and found the indicated position according to the code. He took out a row of markers from his pocket and chose the silver-gray one.
He drew a circle.
"Closed circle number C 987778762 is completed. Archiving."
So, thousands of miles away, on another continent separated by mountains and seas, dragons and snakes rose up.
Under the illumination of the sun and moon at dusk, the soil outside Old Tang Town seemed to be boiling. In the roar of the friction between iron and stone, blazing flames emerged from it, turning the soil into lava.
But then, iron light emerged from the lava.
Multiplication.
Like a tree growing, the steel grew upward inch by inch, extending along the path of the invisible pen. The rapidly cooling surface emitted the light of black iron, and countless scale-like sharp pieces of iron blossomed from it.
In ten seconds, the entire Old Tang Town was sealed in the iron fence that was hundreds of meters high.
Then, the color of the sky changed from dim and mottled to pitch black.
Scene stripping began.
At that moment, there was a sigh.
There was a slender white hand reaching out from the church.
It grasped the sky and the earth.
There was a violent explosion in the distance.
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