She was frightened by her own conjecture.
And what made Rossetti even more frightened was …
The more this conjecture surged into her mind, the more she felt that it was the truth!
The Pan-Humanist Guardians had never appeared in this world before, but this time, they had been warning of disasters since the beginning, followed by global volcanic eruptions, and now earthquakes and hurricanes …
They did not come to this world for no reason!
Combined with what they said.
They were protecting the survival of mankind.
The truth seemed to be very close.
"Is it really … the end of the world?"
Rossetti slumped on the chair, and the first thing that came to her mind was her children.
They were still so young, and they should have had a beautiful life.
She had to do something!
Warning —!
As a media worker, the first thing that came to Rossetti's mind was to give everyone a warning of the end of the world!
She immediately sat up and turned on the computer.
He began to tap on the article with a crackling sound.
"The response of the East doesn't seem to be dealing with the upcoming hurricanes and earthquakes at all, but with a bigger intention …"
The more Rossetti wrote, the more frightened she felt. Even this fear was subconsciously revealed in her words. She wanted to call for people to unite, just like the East.
That way, the Pan-Humanist Guardians would also come to help them.
After writing an entire article, Rossetti sent it to the editorial department.
She asked them to do the typesetting and publish it on the web.
Rossetti even made calls to contact some people she knew to forward her article.
However, she wasn't ready yet.
A colleague suddenly knocked on her door.
"Chief Editor Rossetti, the boss wants you to go to his office."
"… Okay."
Rossetti stood up, and she was about to find the boss to tell him about her discovery.
However, after she arrived at the office.
She discovered.
On the computer in front of the boss was the article she had just written.
"Rossetti, sit."
This was a middle-aged man with a big belly, named Brewer. His hair was already white, but his eyes were still sharp.
After Rossetti sat down, he said directly:
"I'll be direct, Rossetti, your article can't be published in our newspaper or on the web."
"Why?" Rossetti was stunned. "Boss, didn't you read my article? The end of the world is coming! "
She didn't expect her boss to say that.
Brewer was a very successful businessman.
This newspaper company was not the only business he owned.
In everyone's eyes, he had always been a shrewd and decisive figure.
"These are just your guesses, aren't they?" Brewer said calmly.
"That's right! But I've listed nearly ten reasons! "Rossetti's voice involuntarily grew louder." Aren't these enough? The actions of the East and the Pan-Humanist Guardians indicated that this was not going to be a simple disaster! It won't stop here! "
Rossetti was indeed a little hysterical.
He started with this conjecture in his mind.
Immense fear weighed down on her.
However, Brewer just looked at her calmly.
He seemed to be waiting for her to calm down.
Rossetti also realized that she had lost her composure. She kept taking deep breaths, trying to calm herself down.
"Rossetti … You have always been a very outstanding person. You work hard, diligently, and have talent. It can be said that your ability surpasses more than 99% of the people in our country." Brewer looked at her and said slowly, "But, even you, after realizing this conjecture, will feel depressed and desperate. What do you think will happen after we officially announce the news of the end of the world?"
Rossetti was stunned.
What would happen?
Wouldn't everyone unite and overcome the difficulties together?
However, this thought appeared at this moment.
Rossetti shuddered violently.
An even greater fear than before suddenly emerged.
"That's right. If most people believe that the end of the world is coming, our current order will collapse in an instant." Brewer looked at Rossetti's expression and knew that she had already realized it. "Those crazy people, even those who yearn for the end of the world, will rush to the streets with weapons and do whatever they want, and we will be powerless to stop them. Chaos, fear, and despair will devour more and more people. My family and I, you and your children, will all be in hell."
"No …"
Rossetti's mind was already filled with that image. Her face was pale, and her lips trembled.
She couldn't say a single word.
"Do you think that the elites of our country won't be able to find out what you can find out?" Brewer spoke again, and even seemed to be pressing her. "This is why your article can't be published in our newspapers and websites."
Rossetti closed her eyes in pain.
She already understood.
Many people had already analyzed the news that the end of the world might be coming, and they might even know it earlier than she did. However, they chose to hide it, and her boss had already received a warning in advance.
And what was even more terrifying was …
She had to admit that her boss was right.
If most people believed that the end of the world was coming …
Those who were in despair would even bring the end of the world forward.
"Since you already know all this, why don't you make an effort?" Rossetti suddenly opened her eyes, like a drowning person who wanted to grab onto everything she could. "Just like the East, they are taking action, and they are trying to unite everyone. Why don't we do the same? Isn't that the quality of civilization that the Pan-Humanist Guardians want to see? "
Brewer looked at her.
He slowly spat out a sentence.
"Because we can't do it."
“.....”
Rossetti's expression froze.
"Even the East doesn't dare to officially announce the end of the world, but they can still struggle under such circumstances, and that's all they can do. And us? Do you think we can gather a million workers in a day? Or do you think we can shut down the stock market? Can we make tens of millions of people get fired and stay at home obediently? Or do you think we have the experience and ability to build a city in half a month? "
Brewer threw a series of questions at her and even threw a newspaper in front of her.
A huge headline was written on it — Build a city in half a month? Wishful thinking!
This was their old rival's newspaper.
Rossetti slumped on the chair.
They didn't have such appeal and execution, and it was even more difficult to form such an atmosphere and momentum.
Despair and doubt would spread faster than hope and unity, and even their own doomsday works were the same.
Not many people would put themselves in the spotlight at this time.
And these were all background.
They were used to set off the cruel background of the end of the world.
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