Apocalyptic Forecast

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In a quiet cafe, a distant roar came from afar.

The guests in the seats looked up disturbedly towards the distance, but they could not see anything, and the street was quiet.

The guards patrolling told politely those who asked for help, but only a little thing happened, and it will be resolved soon. Please stand still and do not panic and run.

Soon, a waiter with a plate politely issued a verification bracelet and a map of the nearest refuge to each customer. Neither fast nor slow and the appearance of being prepared had successfully appeased some people’s uneasiness.

“Sir, your bracelet and map.”

When the waiter came to the corner, he saw the man sitting on the chair.

The skinny man turned his back to the gate and looked down at the chessboard in front of him.

It’s a pity that not at all people come to play against him.

Only one after another broken piece on the board gradually cracked, and as the waiter approached, the last 2 pieces fell apart.

The strange thing is that the glass pieces on the board seem to have only one side, and all are war chariot and Bishop.

Only the lonely King is still in the hands of the chess player.

When the chess player is focused, there seems to be some strange magic that makes the surroundings quiet and unbearable.

The waiter hesitated to stand beside him, wondering if he should speak, and he raised his head.

Two clear blue eyes in the deep eye socket move flexibly, making the waiter take a step back from being unable to bear.

Being looked at by this skinny man, it seemed as if he was being stared at by something bad, which made people hairy. But his language is low and full of magnetism, making people feel close and trustworthy.

“Anything?” he asked.

The waiter hesitated and handed over the contents of the plate: “This is your verification bracelet and the map of the nearest shelter. If it happens and so on, you can go quickly.”

“I will.”

He smiled at the waiter and emphasized again softly: “I will.”

His smile was kind and kind, and it was reassuring. The waiter also smiled and turned away happily.

Leaving him alone facing the silent chessboard, contemplating.

Until his hand, the piece representing King also showed a tragic trace.

In a trance, there seemed to be some wailing from afar.

“Ruler’s sorrow?”

He murmured softly: “It seems to be no different from being ruler’s voice.”

“Don’t you feel sorry? Mr. Morando.”

Opposite him, on the empty seat, a low and elegant voice came with a reserved Roman accent.

The phantom-like middle age person was holding an exquisite cane, dressed in a gown, and the faintly white temples rested neatly and solemnly, with long hair combed behind his head.

He asked curiously: “Or, the superior you believe has a tragic ending, don’t you feel so guilty if you stand by with your arms folded?”

“Guilty? Why?”

Morando asked: “Because of my previous beliefs?”

“Exactly.” The elegant man nodded.

“I think you made a mistake, Mr. Mathers.”

Morando shook his head slightly and smiled and mocked: “From at first, the belief that this thing is a stolen and slippery exchange for human beings is not equivalent, nor can it be called fair.”

“Just a verbal praise, I want peace, I just want to give a little money and I want to live for 100 years. Just a little piety, I want to get a blessing to heaven-is this not a ridiculous thing? Things?”

“Regardless of whether the object of faith comes from the kingdom of heaven or Abyss, whether the other party promises whether it is happy land or hell, it does not even need to go deep into whether those promises are possible, whether it is truth or lies.”

He said flatly: “–The so-called belief is the shameless greed of the weak, a begging and a fluke in the face of fear.”

Talking about his views so frankly, he asked seriously: “Since I have no shame, why am I ashamed?”

Mathers raised his eyebrows slightly: “So, do you hate faith?”

“No, on the contrary, I crave faith more than anyone else! Because I know my weakness and incompetence, and I know my limitations.”

Morando told him seriously and seriously: “I want to believe, I want to have a strong faith. So, who gives me strength, who I believe in. It’s that simple.”

Mathers seemed stunned.

He looked at the collaborator in front with a slight consternation. For a long time, he sighed admiringly: “tentatively, no matter what your words make sense, but for so many years, it is really rare to meet someone like you who is open to you.”

“Isn’t this bad?” Morando asked. “Or is it so disgusting to be so shameless?”

“No, I find it more enjoyable.”

Mathers propped his cane closer and laughed softly: “A long time ago, those preaching priests would say-a long time ago, humans lived in a beautiful heaven, following the orders of the gods, and living carefree Live, but don’t eat the fruits of the tree, do you know why?”

“Hope to hear the details.”

“Because only guilty people who eat apples know shame.”

Mathers said, “Shame this thing is prepared for the person who bears the original sin-people with true faith will only disdain as beneath contempt, sneer.”

Morando laughed: “Do you think I am innocent, Mr. Mathers?”

“No, it’s better to say that you and I belong to that kind of sinful person?” Mathers shook his head: “Where is there a pure righteous person like you and me who will fall into Abyss with bloody hands?”

“So what’s the point of this story?”

“If it is to seek meaning, then it may only explain one reason.”

Mathers laughed mockingly:

“–From at first, the so-called faith is a lie.”

Bang!

A deep loud noise came from afar.

In Morando’s hands, the crystal King piece cracked again, and a faint ink color emerged from it, flowing from King’s face.

It looks like blood.

“King will die.”

Mathers raised his hand, spread his palm, and between 5 fingers, a scarlet piece appeared slowly—the head was wearing a sacred crown, dressed in pure white clothed, holding a rose rosary pawn, and its appearance was like Morando. .

“I think it’s your turn to play next.”

He stood up slowly, put the pieces in Morando’s hands, bent down, and whispered in his ear: “Last’Bishop’ Lord.”

“I will.”

Morando quietly folded his 5 fingers together and asked again: “What about you?”

“En?” The middle-aged gentleman preparing to leave stopped and looked back puzzled.

“Aren’t you going to appear on the chessboard?”

Mathers laughed, took off his bowler hat on his hanger, and put it on his pale hair: “For those who play chess, there is no need to put anything on the chessboard, is it?”

Morando didn’t speak anymore.

Mathers nodded and turned away.

When passing by the seat by the window, his footsteps slightly paused, and he glanced down inadvertently.

On the seat was a gaunt man, with thick dark circles, wearing an unremarkable grey suit, and frowns drinking unsweetened black coffee.

He glanced up at Mathers, and Mathers also glanced at him.

2 The people calmly withdrew their eyes and continued to run their things.

Just like it was then.

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Twenty minutes ago, above the sea beyond the asterisks, calm and tranquil, the strange and deadly silence covered everything.

In the remote London border, the heavily guarded Astronomical Society headquarters, after the 16th-layer underground, after double verification of identity and password, transfer to a special elevator, and after another elementium comparison, the old elevator began to carry again. The passenger sank.

Straight down, then down.

Overhead floor·L8.

The iron fence at the elevator entrance opened slowly, and a middle-aged man wearing a gray overhaul came out and heard the sound of a musical on an old television.

The long table at the door was throwing a cold pizza, but the chair was empty.

Until the deep sound of the toilet flushing came from the compartment, a belly-old old security came out from the inside, shook two legs, and returned to his position.

“Do you want to report?”

He turned over the middle-aged man and handed in the documents, checked the signature above, turned over a register and handed it over, signed it, and finally grabbed the pen and ticked it, opened the drawer and took out a bunch of keys And got up and said, “Come with me.”

The door to the warehouse was opened.

The smell of dust in the air is not at all, and the good ventilation system maintains a constant temperature without even any musty smell.

It’s just pure, it doesn’t smell anything.

No sound can be heard.

Only the crisp sound of leather boots stepping on the floor gradually deepened.

Until the end, stopped in front of a huge square cabinet, the guard compared the number on the dust cloth, nodded.

“[No. TS-7767], this is it.” He asked back, “Do I need to use it here? Take it away.”

The middle-aged worker in the gray overhaul uniform replied: “Do not take away.”

“Who will use it?” asked the guard. “Do I need help?”

“need.”

“Wait a moment.”

The fat guard reached out and pulled off the dustproof cloth, revealing the huge Earth instrument under good storage-about the height of an ordinary person, fixed between four heavy brass tracks, but in addition to the latitude and longitude and the common meridian, But there is a new scale, which is confusing.

Next to the Earth instrument, there is a small stove and crucible, and a can of animal fat sealed.

Soon, the fire burned from the stove, and the fat in the crucible was melted by the heat and turned into a clear liquid.

After another 3 minutes, the fat boiled and glowed like a flame.

The fat guard picked up the pliers, set up a crucible full of boiling grease, walked to the ladder next to the Earth instrument, and stepped up the ladder with some difficulty.

“coordinate?”

“Eastern Asia, south of the West Polis Sea.”

The middle-aged worker looked down at the data on the signed version and reported: “Longitude 124.35946… Latitude 2.7653475… Depth 1.95.”

“What about time?”

“After 3 seconds.”

So, after 3 seconds, the boiling grease poured on the coordinates of the Earth instrument, and the illusion was the same, disappearing without a trace.

It’s over.

The fat guard climbed down hard and shook hands with the middle-aged worker. After signing two more words, he packed everything up, returned the ladder to its original position, and covered it with dustproof cloth.

Eventually, he left the warehouse and closed the door. After watching the visitor leave, the fat guard returned to his chair and continued to eat the cold pizza.

The melodious music came from the TV.

The new program is about to start.

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At the same time, the endless sea.

The sky broke.