On March 10, 2019, Thomson was sitting at his desk, studying the latest atmospheric currents, when he received a call from Professor Windwhisper.

"Hey, Professor Thomson, thank you very much for your research report, which has given me new research ideas. ”

"You're welcome, Professor of the Whisper of the Wind, the amount of data is a bit large, and the reading is going well, right?"

"It's a good thing, I've read ten pages. ”

"Are you alright?"

"Thank you old friend for your concern, it's fine. It's just that occasionally there is some chest tightness and wheezing, and it may be a little cold. ”

"Well, I'm looking forward to sharing the latest research results. ”

"Me too. The Whisper of the Wind said.

"Okay! we'll see you soon, goodbye, my old friend. Closing the phone, Thomson smiled, as if talking to himself, and his voice was so soft that only he could hear it, "We'll meet soon." ”

Mastering the research results of the language of the wind is equivalent to holding the switch of life and death of the earth in your own hands, that is, mastering the future of the earth, you can press the pause button at any time and command the world, this is the best way!

Thomson picked up his glass, took a sip of water, and looked at Professor Whisper of the Wind.

"My dearest friend, the story is over, you should understand, that's how you got here. ”

Professor Feng instinctively touched his index finger and understood, there was indeed a needle that pierced the finger, because it didn't hurt too much, it was like being bitten by a mosquito, so he didn't care, it turned out that the secret was here, it was too cunning, and he disguised himself as a fake of sudden cardiac death to deceive the doctors in the hospital and make them think that they died of sudden cardiac death.

"In this world, the language of the wind has disappeared!" Thomson waved his hand at the language of the wind, his face serious, "You accept this fact, as a friend, I will not treat you badly, I will share the world with you." ”

"Shameless!" Wind whispered, his face flushed, his forehead bruised, and he roared, "I will never cooperate with you. ”

Thomson sneered a few times, his owl-like eyes, sparkling, clapped his palms, and waved his hand and said, "What a nerd, I don't know the current affairs! Take him back and sober up until he understands." ”

The man in black next to him walked up quickly, held down the language of the wind, put a black blindfold on him, put his arms on him, and walked out, through the gate, along the cobblestone path, to the motorboat parked on the pier.

The sky is clear and blue. The wind, blowing from the depths of the sea. The sun was good, but the sea breeze was cold, cold to the bone.

Thomson stood in the hall, looking up at the sea outside the window, silently in thought.

Now, he is convinced of the apocalyptic theory, and has been conducting more in-depth research, and in order to achieve his goal, he has put in too much effort, built a huge organization, built a pyramid-like alliance system, and all people are in fanatical fantasies, fighting for the arrival of a new world.

The door to the hall opened, and a fair-skinned woman in a pink blouse floated in, like a red butterfly.

Jenny!

A brilliant plan, flashed through Thomson's mind, and she was the best candidate. Thomson approached Jenny and whispered.

Soon, Jenny walked out, smiling.