"Hiss-"

Somewhere on the street, the television set in the shop window showed visible interference streaks, constantly scrolling and refreshing, and the otherwise clear picture became distorted and blurred, with countless tiny white spots of snowflakes. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The clerk who solicited customers at the door first noticed the abnormality of the TV and turned around and shouted into the house.

"Boss, the TV is broken!"

The owner of the store, Ding Haitao, is talking on the phone with his son, who is studying at Seoul University in South Korea, and he does not shy away from the conversation between father and son, turning on the hands-free function, and there is a hint of showing off in it.

"If you need anything, just tell your family, don't wronged yourself outside......"

The son smiled and replied, "Dad, don't worry! ”

As soon as Ding Haitao opened his mouth and wanted to continue to ask some more questions, he heard the shouting voice of the clerk, he hurriedly ran out from behind the counter, came to the TV, patted the TV shell hard, banged, and seemed to be able to repair any problem with the TV by relying on mechanical vibration.

He found that his movements had no effect at all, and the interference ripples on the screen became more and more obvious.

Three years of work experience in a transformer factory made Ding Haitao clear that most of the problems on old-fashioned TV screens were due to strong sources of electromagnetic field interference nearby. He looked around and patted his head.

"What was I thinking...... This is obviously a downtown area. Maybe the TV is broken, so I should replace it with another one......"

Ding Haitao unplugged the power cord of the TV, intending to move the TV to a place where the guests could not see.

The landline of the phone, which had not yet hung up, was turning on the hands-free function, and suddenly a shrill voice sounded: "Dad!!

Wow -

The sound of a phone crashing on the ground.

Hurried footsteps followed, and men and women shouted in terror. Ding Haitao rushed to the phone and asked eagerly: "Son, what's wrong with you over there, tell your dad quickly!"

The phone was full of foreign Chinese that he didn't understand, and he, who had never hated Korean kimchi dramas and pop music before, hated such stiff and vague language at this moment.

"What the hell is going on!"

He was so anxious that he yelled at the phone, only to hear a series of collisions, as if his son's phone was being kicked around, and he couldn't hear anything except the loud noise.

"Oh my God......" Ding Haitao kept drawing a cross on his chest.

Outside the door, the clerk shouted excitedly, "Boss, come on, look what it is!!"

Ding Haitao was in no mood to pay attention to the clerk's unusual behavior.

He knelt on the ground, holding the telephone landline in his hand, his eyes fixed on the microphone, expecting his son to say something to him again, even if it was a sentence, even if it was a word, even if it was the familiar sound of breathing!

"Bang-"

Suddenly there was the sound of cars colliding in the street! The sound was so loud that the glass in the shops was buzzing.

Ding Haitao subconsciously looked outside and saw a red car getting under a van...... The van did not install the rear guard rail in accordance with the regulations, and the edges and corners of the cargo box hit the front window glass of the car and were deeply dented.

"What the hell is going on?" he gasped, got up from the ground with the phone landline, and looked nervously out the window.

The woman on the side of the road was screaming, and the child was crying.

The whole street was in shambles.

A strong man tried to save the owner, slamming the side door glass with a brick he picked up on the side of the road......

"This ...... I...... Cell phone...... Don't step on the ......" came from the landline microphone with an intermittent sound.

"Hey-Dad?"

Ding Haitao didn't have the heart to pay attention to what was happening on the street, and said to the phone again and again with a soothing ecstasy on his face: "Son, are you okay?"

"That group of Korean sticks just now went crazy! A large crowd rushed over, and my phone was knocked off, and I almost didn't pick it up, but the screen was already broken. What developed countries, so hung up and caused a stampede......" the son complained.

He continued to ask, "What's going on over there?"

"The LED screen of the Korean Business Building suddenly played a lot of messy videos, which looked like edited videos, but not very much. Some people are curious and want to squeeze over to see clearly, my classmate said it was a hacker, and something like this has never happened here. ”

"Stay safe!"

Ding Haichao didn't understand what his son said, he just wanted to make sure that his son was okay. With a sigh of relief, he let out some words of concern before hanging up the long call.

The clerk walked in from outside with unfinished thoughts on his face, and said to Ding Haitao: "Boss, it's a pity that you didn't go out to see just now." ”

Ding Haitao scolded angrily: "You still say such cool things after crashing into the car?!"

The clerk waved his hand again and again and said, "I looked, the driver was not injured, but he was scared enough." ”

Hearing this, Ding Haitao's expression softened slightly, "Then why did you crash suddenly?"

"It seems like the traffic light is wrong. The clerk was not finished.

Squeak - !!

Ding Haitao felt as if his brain had been pricked by a needle, as if every piece of brain pulp was rubbing against each other, and when it rubbed, it made a piercing and sharp sound, which reverberated back and forth in his head, and he couldn't hear any sound clearly in his ears, and his eyes began to blur and flicker with white light.

"Uhh......h

He clutched his head in pain, and gradually bent down, his whole body curled up in a ball.

"Boss?!" The clerk panicked, hurriedly took out his mobile phone, and dialed the emergency center: "Come on, I don't know what the situation is, he suddenly collapsed, it looks very uncomfortable, I am ...... at No. 4 Lingjin Road"

Ding Haitao tried to open his eyes, but the sounds around him became weaker and weaker, and only screams remained.

His eyes were glazed to look straight ahead, and he sensed something flickering, beckoning to him.

Hundreds of fragments of sound poured out of my memory, the boiling sound of vegetable oil, the honking of a car, the fragment of a song...... At first, it becomes a mess, then it gradually becomes fragmented, and finally it becomes a regular loop.

The timbre of each voice is different, sometimes it is a patchwork of shouts, sometimes it is the sound of doors opening and closing and sorting goods colliding.

Dante Haitao could tell that all the voices were telling the same word, a word that he didn't understand at all.

“alaya，alaya，alaya……”

Hallucinations began to appear in front of his eyes, and the picture changed rapidly.

From his own small shop, he changed to the outside of the street, and then to the Great Wall, and after a while, he jumped to Tiananmen Square in the capital.

He gradually regained consciousness.

When I opened my eyes, I found that the clerk was looking at me with an anxious face.

Ding Haitao sat up and covered his head, as if he had not yet recovered from the experience just now.

"Boss, are you alright? I just called the emergency center. The clerk asked cautiously.

"It's not a big problem......

He sat still, trying to recall the last familiar scene, and after a few seconds, his eyes suddenly widened, and he hurried to the lounge in the innermost part of the store, turned on his computer, and double-clicked an icon on the desktop.

The name of the icon is called "Abyss Brave".

(To be continued.) )