"Marx, where are you going?"

Qin Xiusheng's shadow chased forward on the air hoverboard until it exceeded the range of the holographic projector.

The night was mixed with a storm, and the lightning whipped the tall buildings that trembled in the thunder irregularly.

The storm has taken away a lot of flagpoles, billboards, kiosks and even bicycles.

A dense rain curtain swept over a black bat-shaped remodeled sports car, which stood out in the extreme weather and on the empty street where even cars did not want to go out.

In the past, it took a few followers, but this time, he was the only one.

After passing through countless streets, we came to an old neighborhood that was about to be demolished.

In front of an honest iron gate, he stopped and watched for a moment, then slammed on the accelerator, and the tires screamed violently and slipping in the rain. The front of the car, which was as sharp as a bat's head, slammed open the gate neatly and entered the courtyard, the car cover spread out like wings, and the double-row 24 headlights shone directly on the second floor of the main house in the courtyard, illuminating the "Chaoshen Avenue - No. 579" above so that it was unrecognizable, and the rain falling from the lamp was white.

There was a lot of shouting and swearing in the house, and it was three o'clock in the morning.

A bald old man muttered, drenched and staggered along, and it looked as if his legs and feet were not very good, as thin as two crutches, but at least he could still walk in standing water.

He put one hand on his forehead, but he still couldn't stand the symphony of bright lights and rain to see the people in the car. He had no choice but to ask from a distance: "Is it the young man who reported that he needed my help a few days ago?" By the way, the one whose voice is a bit like Qin Xiusheng's. ”

The people in the car did not reply directly. A gleaming object was launched from the car and projected at the old man. When the thing hit the ground, the light vanished, unfolded, and transformed into a small operating table, wrapped in a spherical barrier as thin as silk.

It seemed to be some kind of secret operation code, and the old man passed through the protective layer of automatic control and consciously lay down. There was a headphone-like thing sticking out of the bed, but the place where the headphones should have been placed became a needle. The headphones with needles automatically turned on, aimed at the old man's temples on both sides, and stabbed them in.

The lights went out and the torrential rain continued to rage.

Less leaning, a sustained loud sound that was distinctly different from the thunder came from the west side of the city. But because of the rolling thunder, it did not attract anyone's extra attention. Suddenly, a bright light appeared in the sky from the west of the city, and it was slightly blurred through the filter of the rain curtain. It grew smaller and smaller, like a UFO, gaining speed, and finally turned into a faint star and disappeared into the rainstorm.

The occupants of the car ejected from the car, and landed on one knee in the Superman Advent style. He took out a few boxes of CDs and tapes, turned around and smashed his legs, and the moment he landed, a swirling blue flame storm erupted, and the fragments of the discs and tapes continued to grind, shatter, and vaporize in this upward storm.

Then he took out the machine from the magical meeting with Nishizawa the other day, and prepared to perform another heavy leg. There was an explosion behind him, and the machine's display was spent, and the indicators all turned red.

He threw away the instrument, which had already been smashed, and even felt redundant to smash it.

Finally he took out the box with the word "sheng" engraved on it, opened it, and there was a knob on it, and a tube next to it was missing. He looked up at the "star" that had just disappeared into the storm and turned the knob.

The night was suddenly illuminated, brighter than day.

At three o'clock in the morning, people all wake up from their sleep, some feel strange and hurry to wake up their relatives, some are glared by the bright light and are reluctant to get up, and some mistakenly think that they are late for work and hurry up to get dressed and washed.

The fact that the short day quickly turned back into night amazed at the power of the sun to make the day last for hours instead of seconds. I don't know which great immortal raised the little sun just now, but now it must be able to make him understand that divine power also has a boundary, he is just a member of all things in the universe, maybe he has some outstanding skills, but the universe is so vast, how can it be dominated by one person.

With trembling hands, he put down the box. Squatting down, he took off his robe, which was patterned with a dragon, flanked by scriptures and a green cross, bowed deeply to the garment, and then struck a storm......

The next day's headlines were full of polar daylight in non-polar regions, with only a few small newspapers headlining other news: "Nishizawa Bear Miraculously Publishes New Autobiography, Reveals Unknown History of Drug Banning", "Several Pharmaceutical Companies Collapse", "Multiple Chronic Diseases Break Out Like a Plague", "The Number of Visits to Major Hospitals Reaches New Highs".

The moon at night does not seem to be the same as usual. Astronomy fans sitting at the top of the mountain, carrying telescopes, seemed to notice that there was a green halo around the moon, which seemed to be spiraling upward.

One enthusiast joked to his companion: "Is there a god who knows how to heal and goes from the earth to the moon? You see that more and more people have been getting sick lately." ”

The companion thought for a while: "He must be tired of saving the dead and helping the wounded, so let it be and go to the moon to soak in Chang'e." ”