"Boeing 7427 has taken off, all passengers please fasten their seat belts. A sweet female voice echoed in the cabin of the plane, I don't know if it was a real person's voice or an electronic female voice from a machine.

Xiong Chou sat by the window, bowing his head as if he was asleep. He naturally noticed the bigwigs in Pingle City and watched his scene, but he didn't care. When a flight attendant with a sweet professional smile approached her, Xiong Chou opened his eyes and asked for a borrowed notebook.

The stewardess didn't ask anything, still smiling and replied very politely, "Okay." Then he turned and walked away with great grace.

In less than five minutes, the stewardess walked back with graceful steps, the smile on her face did not change at all, and she was already holding a notebook in her hands.

Xiong Chou took it, thanked him, and turned on the computer. He opened the website he hosted and marked the progress of "Kill the Guest" as a failure in the ongoing task column. In the reason column, the words "the goal does not match the description" are written. After doing these things, Xiong Chou didn't mean to browse the information on the Internet, so he turned off the computer directly, and really leaned back in the chair and fell asleep.

The stewardess walked gently and took the notebook back. She glanced at the yellow backpack that was tightly hugged by Xiong Chou, and seemed to be a little puzzled, how could such a rugged man still feel so sorry for a backpack?

Almost immediately after the "Jealousy and Hatred" website was updated, Yang Dawei, who was sitting in the office, noticed a change. He frowned and stared at the "target didn't match the description" for a long time. Of course, these words do not mean that Xiong Chou has found the wrong target, but that Xiong Chou feels that the target he wants to kill is not the villain in Yang Dawei's mouth.

Although Yang Dawei is far away in Dongyang, he also has eyeliner in Pingle City, and he knows what is happening there. Just a meal in the big hotel, Guan Ke resolved the hidden danger, and he really underestimated this young man.

What made him even more angry and annoyed was that this Xiong Chou didn't listen to himself? He hated the person he was working with the person he was working with. In the past year, everything has not gone well, and I often hold a sulk in my heart, and I urgently need to find an outlet to vent.

There was the sound of footsteps in the corridor outside the door, and a dozen people dressed in black walked in, lined up neatly at the door.

Yang Dawei didn't look at them, still staring directly at the words "the goal does not match the description". After a pause, Yang Dawei got up, picked up two or three photos from the table, handed them to a man in black led by him, and then sat back in the chair again.

He said softly, "No matter what method you use, kill this person." ”

After a row of men in black repeatedly looked at the photos for a while, the man in black who took the lead said, "Yes." And he went out.

The photo shows a big man with a full beard, who looks like a foreigner. He has a big mischievous Mickey Mouse painted on his yellow shirt and carries a somewhat stylish yellow backpack on his back. In the blank space on the reverse side of the photo, two words are written, "Xiong Chou".

After memorizing the various characteristics of the people in the photo, the group of men in black walked out of the company building and lit the photo with a lighter. Since the leader said that no matter what method is used, that is, no matter what the impact of this person's death is, killing the other party is the first priority anyway, and the others must be lined up in the back.

Xiong Chou, who didn't notice anything, came to the basement where he had lived for several days. The sound of ticking and leaking water is still there, combined with the weather that is about to enter autumn, it gives people a feeling of coolness.

Xiong Chou plans to stay in this basement for a while, and then pack up his clothes and prepare to change his living environment. When you live here in the summer, it's a refreshing place, but if you live here in the fall, you can't be sure that you won't get sick.

He thought no one would know where he was hiding, so he lay peacefully in bed that night, listening to the rhythmic ticking of water droplets.

Xiong Chou didn't expect that he would never wake up from this sleep.

In the middle of the night, a heavy truck drove into an ordinary neighborhood and stopped at 27 buildings in the center. Out of the truck was a group of people dressed in black, all wearing huge sunglasses, whose faces were hard to see.

Occasionally, when a pedestrian who doesn't sleep passes by and wants to scream, someone will quickly step forward and stop the other person.

The men in black circled the underground warehouse in an orderly manner and found that there were five or six small basements.

After a sharp whistle, he quietly touched the black-clothed people at the door of the basement, and at the same time slammed the iron door open. Four or five clangs appeared, and the other five black-clothed men, who had been quiet, were already carrying a thick torch on their shoulders, and fired a small* into the smashed iron door.

Five tail flames appeared in the dark night in a flash, burrowing into the dark basement. After four or five explosions, there was a huge fire in the five basements, and the rising flames tumbled out of the doors, printing everyone's cheeks red.

In the fifth basement from the left, two blood-red points of light suddenly appeared from the flames. A mournful birdsong rang out. A strange bird covered in jet-black feathers was flying out of the flames, and the two blood-red points of light seemed to be its eyes.

When the people in black saw this bird, they not only did not feel strange, but breathed a sigh of relief. They had already picked up all kinds of guns and weapons in their hands, and began to pull the trigger and shoot at the red-eyed bird in the flames.

All of a sudden, the clatter was incessant, and all the bullets were poured into a basement. The red-eyed bird, only at the beginning of the first round of strafing, let out an even more terrible scream and fell into the flames.

The people in black were still a little uneasy, after all, they encountered this unknown creature, and it was better to pay more attention, so more than a dozen people shot two or three rounds before they got in the car and left.

As for the people in the community, seeing such a monstrous fire, no one has appeared, so they are naturally afraid of being burned. Who wants to provoke this group of outlaws? For the sake of their own lives, of course, it is safest to obediently hide in the house.

The next morning, the newspaper did not mention a fire in an ordinary community, but mentioned another strange phenomenon: above the verdant garden community in the center of Dongyang, there were many birds hovering in the dark. They constantly circled and soared in the sky, and from time to time they let out a few sharp chirps.

There are so many of these birds that a thick dark cloud has almost formed above the complex. In the lower air, there are all kinds of small birds singing mourningly, and higher in the sky, there are all kinds of birds, miscellaneous, many of which are even rare and almost extinct. And higher up, two birds of prey like goshawks are whirling and chirping. They only scream once in a while, and if they don't, they do call, and when they chirp, their voices are shrill and poignant, and their sadness and determination seem to be able to penetrate the sky.

People in the neighborhood are even more afraid to go out. Such a strange sight cannot be explained by the current science. People looked up at the countless birds through the glass windows, and they didn't even dare to make a sound.

Fortunately, such a large flock of birds did not attack other than constantly circling and chirping in the sky. Some experts believe that this flock of birds is mourning their companions and saying goodbye to friends and family, and no one can explain why there are so many birds in different categories.

The residents of the community trembled for a day, and by the next morning, the birds had dispersed, and there was still a clear blue sky overhead.

But the phenomenon of flocks of birds has not disappeared forever. A well-known man's paradise, Happy Nest Tavern, two people covered in blood, lying on the bed. The sheets were already stained with blood, and red marks were found in all corners of the room. The faces of the two men and women who were dead were blurred, and their eyes were gone, leaving only blood-red hollows.

On the floor are bird feathers, large and small, and even some brighter feathers. Only one side of the sunny window was not broken, but there were many white cracks from the center, spreading like a spider web to the surroundings.

Around the big bed, there were more than a dozen dead birds, all of them with their eyes closed and their wings closed, and they became cold lumps.

No one understood what caused the wrath of the unknown birds, which killed the two people in the bed.

The same fatalities have occurred elsewhere. In one apartment, there were seven or eight bodies of men and women lying down. Judging from the situation at the scene, it is obvious that people are having a big party, and it is conceivable that just as the atmosphere enters*, hundreds of birds roar in, smash the hard glass with their weak bodies, and pour into the house one after another, pecking at sight.

On the blood-drenched ground, in addition to the corpses of the dead, of course, there were more bird corpses. Among these cold stones, sparrows and crows are the most abundant. Almost all but red on the ground is the black of the bird's feathers. From the door to the innermost, there were the corpses of small birds everywhere, and there were at least hundreds of them.

These fatalities attacked by flocks of birds occurred almost indiscriminately at the same time period. On that day, more than 30 people died under the flock.

Reading this bizarre death report, the residents of Dongyang can't help but think, is the end of the world coming?