Kiki and Ping Qing prepared dinner for everyone in the kitchen. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoThe two of them are very good cooks, they used to study as chefs, and they are especially good at making seafood, so they live by the sea. But there are only some very ordinary dishes here, not even meat.

Everyone eats together at a large table in the middle of the living room, which is vacated between the entrance and the room.

Xingyi came out of the room, took his and Mino's meal, thanked Kiki and Pingharu, and went back again.

During the meal, everyone noticed that two people were crazy - no one knew them. They were laughing at each other for looking like rabbits and rats, and they made a lot of trouble, and even stood on the table, but Grandpa Hua Yu stopped their behavior, and the rabbit and mouse reluctantly sat back in their seats.

Ni Ni's face was ugly because of blood loss. There are still patches of bruises on her wrists, which should have been caused by Ah Cheng dragging her wrists when he stopped her from committing suicide.

Ni Ni silently played with her index fingernails, her nails were a new type of blade nails, that is, the original nails were cut bald, then plated with a layer of steel, and the grown parts were sharpened like blades. This is actually a kind of lady's representation, because if you clench your fist, your palm will be pierced.

Ah Cheng next to him was also very silent, with his head down, his eyes swollen, and he looked very tired.

Fortunately, everyone calmed down.

For a while, the room was silent, only the soft sounds of "rabbits" and "mice", and the atmosphere seemed very solemn and a little awkward.

Pingqing picked up the dishes and chopsticks and ate them carefully, everyone was in a bad mood, she didn't want to make others unhappy.

Then, the others picked up the dishes and chopsticks and began to eat.

"Pingqing, the dishes you cook are really delicious." Meng Hao said abruptly.

Ping Qing smiled reluctantly at Meng Hao.

Then, all that was left in the room was the sound of the clattering of dishes and chopsticks.

Life is like this sometimes, there are many things I want to say, but I am silent, and no matter what I do, I am shrouded in an embarrassing sadness.

After dinner, everyone went back to their rooms.

Mino lay in the water for two hours before his fever subsided, and when he woke up, he slowly ate the food that Xingyi had brought.

The whole night passed in this sad and solemn atmosphere. But even if they were dignified and sad, everyone didn't sleep very badly, but Luo Xiao and Xingjian shrank in the corners of their beds and shivered all night listening to the almost non-existent explosions, Xingyi was afraid that Mino would suddenly have a fever in the middle of the night, and he didn't sleep all night.

When the sun rose the next day, many people woke up. Five or six people came out of the basement room and came to the ground to watch the sunrise. (August 2, 3145)

Yesterday's sun has set, but today the sun is still rising.

Some people are dead, but aren't the living still alive?

Although the warmth of the sun does not restore people's wounded hearts, does it still give people warmth?

Yes, to live, this will never become a beautiful belief, so that these sad and desperate people rely on it to encourage themselves to live.

Mino stood up, turned his back to the rising sun, and walked back to the basement room.

What a touching story. "Coexistence" saved them. Although their families were killed by the bombs of the Great World, they were saved by this nascent organization, a nascent organization that wanted to save the world......

But why, Mino, doesn't she feel happy? Why couldn't she feel the warmth of the slowly rising sun just now?

The people sitting on the ground felt hungry and went back to the basement room one after another......

And so the clock ticked.

On this day, Mino was still sleeping in bed in his room, and he had been suffering from insomnia recently, so he slept all the time in the morning. Hearing a knock on the door, Mino's didn't want to pay attention to her, but she kept knocking, so Mino asked, "Is there something wrong?" (August 5, 3145)

"We want to clean the room today, you get up." Mo Yi said to me very softly, just like her knock on the door.

"Okay." Mino got up, ran his hand through his hair, put on his slippers and went out.

Maybe it's because he just got up, Mino wasn't quite awake and couldn't figure out the situation, but he saw that everyone was busy.

Yueshan walked over to Mino, she was also wearing a white dress, with a little smile on the corner of her mouth, and she looked quite happy. She handed Mino a rag and pointed to the large table next to her, telling her to wipe it.

Seeing Mino's somewhat stunned expression, she smiled and patted her on the shoulder: "Don't worry, someone in your room will help you clean up." Let's wipe the chair next to you.

Come to think of it, it's been a long time since I've been here, and it seems that I haven't done any cleaning activities, so it's time to clean up.

Then Mino began to wipe the table from the beginning, and from the west—next to the entrance to the basement room.

It was boring, so Mino prayed that he could sleep while wiping.

The chair in front of her blocked her path, and she tugged at it with one hand, intending to move it away, but before she could move out of the way that would allow her to pass unhindered, there was the sound of the soles of people running down the stairs crashing against the stairs. Mino woke up in an instant and turned his head to look at the entrance.

Ruiyi ran in, he was very embarrassed, there were many mud marks on his white suit, and his head was covered with dirty sweat, very embarrassed.

He ran to the edge of the table at once, propped his hand on it, and rubbed the mud print, and Mino immediately felt a little distressed when he saw it.

"Everybody, run, outside, there's a bomb outside! Very much! Ruiyi hasn't slowed down yet, and his voice is not too loud, and no one cares what he says.

"What are you talking about, how can there be so many bombs falling outside!" Yueshan walked over and wiped it with a rag on the other end of the table.

"Quick! Come on! Their goal is the underground room! Ruiyi saw that everyone didn't care, and he was even more anxious.

"Are you crazy?" Luo Xiao scolded sharply.

"Bang!"

A bomb was dropped next to the entrance to the basement room and exploded.

Everyone clearly saw the sparks flying outside the entrance to the underground room.

"Ahh ~~~" Several girls began to scream.

"Don't panic, everyone, hide in your room!" Ruiyi shouted at everyone. Everyone ran to their rooms in a panic. Ruiyi also ran to his room, and was relieved to see Qicui sitting quietly on the bed inside.

As a result, the explosion was an underground room with no damage. This made everyone more convinced of the solidity of the underground room.

Explosions have occurred on occasion, but have not caused panic. Everyone gradually felt safe. The days passed like flowing water again.

It seems that no one felt that the explosion was a warning, and if they were warned too much, they would be punished. So, what did they do wrong?

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"Do you think 'coexistence' will win?" Mo Yi asked Mino, who sat down in her chair and rubbed the corners of her skirt with both hands.

"I don't know." Minoan replied.

"There should be victory—we should think they will!" Kiki interjected suddenly.

"Yes, in the case of molecular transfer, this is enough to prove that the technology of 'coexistence' is mature." Pingqing said.

"Cut," Luo Xiao glanced at him, "Then there will be a hole in their magnetic field network!" ”

When Mino heard Luo Xiao's words, his heart was deeply shaken, and his face quickly turned pale.

"Mino, what's wrong with you?" Xingyi next to him asked worriedly when he saw Mino's face quickly turn white.

"......" Minoan did not answer him. How could it be! How can "coexistence" be!

"Mino, go back and get some rest, don't get sick again." Kiki said with concern.

"Let's go." Xingyi helped Mino back to his room.

For this matter, Minoan was only the first to discover, not the only one.