As if to reward himself, or to comfort himself — whether it was for the frustrating job or the strange events that had happened in the past two days or two — Song Xiaocheng felt that it was necessary to eat a little better for lunch today.

Just now, when he came back to his senses from his messy thinking, he found himself standing in this Chinese restaurant with an average consumption of almost half of his daily salary, and Song Xiaocheng himself felt a little surprised.

There was such a fuss in the conference room just now, and it seems that I will inevitably be called by the company's leaders to chat this afternoon. Maybe everyone's life is like this, constantly being chased after by troubles. Song Xiaocheng thought as he sat down on a single seat by the window. I just don't know, is everyone like himself, will dream of an elephant in the middle of the night, will live the same day twice?

Since waking up in the morning, Ganesha, the elephant-headed man, has never appeared again, and there is no sound to talk to Song Xiaocheng again. I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, Song Xiaocheng even went to the bathroom twice more and locked himself in the cubicle, on the one hand, so that he could calm down from the quarrel in the conference room, and at the same time, he was also thinking about the affairs of Ganesha.

What does this little triangle mean?

The color of the small triangle seemed to be a little darker than it had been in the morning, turning into a thin dark red, as if it were a bruise under the skin, still clearly visible.

Song Xiaocheng sighed softly and looked at the traffic outside the window through the floor-to-ceiling window of the restaurant in front of him. I really don't know how many things in this world I don't know!

“...... Although I said so, but seriously, I think that Mr. Song just now really had two hits. ”

Suddenly, a slightly familiar voice interrupted Song Xiaocheng's thoughts, it seemed that it was a certain person who had a meeting with Mr. Liu in the company just now.

"What do you mean?"

Song Xiaocheng immediately heard that this was the voice of Mr. Liu. Through the faint reflection of the glass window, Song Xiaocheng saw four or five people sitting down at the round table behind him.

"Their plan is really professional! I think it's the best one among these companies this time, and it's also very powerful!"

"What a professional fart!"

"He just understands the little things in the project. In the world, there is no shortage of people like him!" Mr. Liu's voice kept coming from behind Song Xiaocheng.

"What do you mean?"

"Xiao Zhang, you are still young, and you don't know how deep the water is here. Let me tell you this, the company does projects just to make money. ”

"yes, I know that. Didn't they mention a payment collection plan in their plan?"

"Tsk, that's why you're young. You don't understand, and that Mr. Song doesn't understand either. When a company does a project, it's not just the company that wants to make money...... Ah, you order first. ”

"Let's learn too!"

Yes, let's go on to say Mr. Liu. Song Xiaocheng pursed his lips and thought, let me learn too!

"It's not just the company that wants to make money, whoever gets involved in this project also has to make money!"

"Oh......"

"Isn't that right? Do you Xiao Zhang want to make money? Do I Xiao Liu want to make money? Do the leaders up and down want to make money? Right? What's the point of just discussing professionalism? Who cares about what products and what marketing...... What Lao Tzu wants is 'this'!"

Song Xiaocheng could even imagine the gesture of Mr. Liu twisting his index finger with his thumb.

"Mr. Liu means ......"

"Oh, you don't care! I'll tell you, I've made it all clear. To tell you the truth, I came here for a meeting today to take a formality, and the kid surnamed Song deliberately found something wrong with him just now. The company had already negotiated with me yesterday afternoon......"

Song Xiaocheng felt that the sunlight reflected on the sidewalk outside the window was particularly dazzling, and the whistling vehicles were so noisy in his head. He didn't even notice that the waiter had already placed a plate of two-knife meat and a plate of pepper-flavored chicken slices in front of him.

"Mr. Liu!

Song Xiaocheng finally couldn't restrain himself, pushed the table and stood up, with a warm smile on his face, and walked to the round table directly behind him.

The four or five people at the round table immediately stopped talking, some looked at Song Xiaocheng, and some looked at Mr. Liu.

"Oh, Mr. Song, what a coincidence, what a coincidence, you also come here to eat?" Mr. Liu also stood up from his seat, with an embarrassed but polite smile on his face, and shook hands with Song Xiaocheng.

"Not really. The plan was unsuccessful, so I had to have a good meal to comfort myself. The corners of Song Xiaocheng's mouth were exaggerated upward.

"Ouch, Mr. Song is too pessimistic......!

"Mr. Liu, Mr. Liu......" Song Xiaocheng patted the right hand held by the two with his left hand affectionately, the height difference between the two made Song Xiaocheng seem like a kind elder, "Why bother? Mr. Liu has a good way to make money, and Song has to ask Mr. Liu for more advice!"

Song Xiaocheng's eyes roamed back and forth on Mr. Liu's smiling face and the tie on his chest, and the looming stinging pain in his palm prompted him to exert a slight force, as if he wanted to vent the smouldering fire in his chest. The smile on Mr. Liu's face slowly stiffened, and he seemed to want to withdraw his right hand a little, but he was clamped by Song Xiaocheng's right hand, and he couldn't move.

At this time, a person on the other side of Song Xiaocheng seemed to notice that the atmosphere was a little strange, and he also stood up from his seat.

"Ahaha, it's fate that everyone can meet together. Why don't Mr. Song eat with us?"

Eating with you?Song Xiaocheng thought to himself, with this group of greasy adults who take copper odor as a mature one??

"I still can't see it, right? When eating, after all, 'taste' is the most important!" Song Xiaocheng said with his eyebrows fluttering.

For a while, the expressions of the people at the table were cramped, which made Song Xiaocheng feel a vicious pride in his heart.

"Mr. Song, you shouldn't say that......" Another person sitting in the distance also stood up. Then, everyone at the round table stood up.

"Then how should I say it? Can you teach me a few words of 'human words' for me to listen to?" Song Xiaocheng's voice suddenly raised.

"You let go of your hand first......"

"I'm still biased! No! let go!"

With Song Xiaocheng's loud provocation with his teeth glared, many diners in the restaurant also put down their chopsticks and looked back. The originally bustling restaurant was quiet for a while.

"No, what's the matter?" said Song Xiaocheng with a smile on his face, calmly looking at the man next to him who had just stood up.

"Boy, do you want to fight?

As he spoke, the man pushed Song Xiaocheng's shoulder violently. This push completely ignited the anger that had been suppressed in Song Xiaocheng's heart.

"I don't want to anything!!"

While roaring angrily, Song Xiaocheng shook Mr. Liu's hand violently, clenched his right hand into a fist, and threw a sturdy whip hammer on the man's face with his backhand.

The man who had been punched turned his head, glared angrily, and pounced on Song Xiaocheng, and the three or two guests at the next table grabbed him by the arm. Song Xiaocheng also grabbed his arm with a few hands behind his back, but Song Xiaocheng was already furious at this time, and with a light slap of his arm, he broke free from the pull of several people, and pushed the man in front of him on the chest with a slam palm......

"Boom!!"

With Song Xiaocheng's palm, he only felt a sharp pain in his palm like a pinprick, and then a burst of fierce fire erupted in front of him, and the entire restaurant was like an explosion, and a burst of flames quickly erupted in the space, and the entire restaurant was engulfed in flames in an instant.

The intense burning drained the oxygen in the dining room in an instant, replaced by thick black smoke. The flames also set fire to all the flammable things: clothing, hair, tablecloths, wallpaper...... Then, the wooden tables and chairs and the picture frames on the walls also burned, and the dining room was filled with screams and the sound of flames.

Song Xiaocheng only felt that his eyes were hot, and his eyes were so smoky that he couldn't open them, followed by a suffocating burst of black smoke. He barely opened his eyes and found where the doors and windows were.

The revolving door was packed with people, and the metal frame had been scorched to the point of glowing bright red. Song Xiaocheng didn't think much about it, stepped on the chair he was sitting on, jumped out of the window, and threw himself on the sidewalk.

"No...... No!no!" Song Xiaocheng looked back at the burning restaurant, and watched the burning crowd howl in pain and run out of the fire. The people on fire, with little left of their thin summer clothes licked by tongues of fire, rolled on the ground, and slapped their hands against their companions or their own still burning flames.

What happened? Was the terrorist attack? Was it because of your own mood swings that triggered the explosion?

Maybe Song Xiaocheng is indeed more emotional, or maybe he is not mature enough or worldly enough, no matter how angry he is, Song Xiaocheng thinks that he is at most fighting with those stupid ** and throwing a few plates. A few verbal clashes and petty setbacks at work blow up a restaurant where dozens of people are dining?

Song Xiaocheng knelt on the sidewalk, desperately watching the flames stretch outward from the doors and windows of the restaurant.

"Is this what I did? Is it my fault? It's all my fault......" Song Xiaocheng didn't realize how much self-blame his expression was at this time, nor did he realize that his pupils were dilating strongly because of self-blame, he only felt an unprecedented sense of remorse and self-reversion, as well as a strong sense of vomiting caused by violent emotional fluctuations.

Just when Song Xiaocheng fell to his knees and retched from nervousness and pressure, a hand helped Song Xiaocheng's shoulder from behind.

"Let's go. ”

A familiar voice came from behind Song Xiaocheng. He turned his head slowly, and a neatly dressed man in a white shirt and black suit was crouching beside him, with a white elephant's head on his neck, looking at him.

"...... you?" Song Xiaocheng looked at him with a little surprise.

Ganesha, the elephant-headed man, swaggered through the market without pretense, and there was not a single passer-by surprised or onlooker, as if in their eyes, Ganesha was just an ordinary human being.

"Let's go. The white elephant didn't say much, but repeated the words in an unquestioning tone.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, the subway station during working hours is much more relaxed than during the morning and evening rush hours.

Song Xiaocheng was in the bathroom of the subway station, rinsing his hands and arms with cold water. also escaped from the fire just now, but Song Xiaocheng was not only not burned, but even his clothes were intact, but his body was blackened with black smoke.

Although his mood has stabilized a little, he still trembles from time to time. Song Xiaocheng shivered under the faucet and rinsed his hands, and between scrubbing, he caught a glimpse of the mark on his palm.

The color of the imprint has become darker, and it has changed from a red hue to a cool tone, with a slight purple tinge.

That fire...... Is that what is called a "gift"?

Riding the subway home with the man who walked out of the fire with him, Song Xiaocheng's heart seemed to have frozen into a piece of ice, sinking heavily in his stomach, and he couldn't keep up the slightest energy. He tried not to think about the blazing scene just now, but he couldn't get the burning, painful fragments out of his mind.

“...... At noon today, a gas explosion occurred at a restaurant in the cultural business district in the south of the city. According to the people involved, the explosion has ruled out the possibility of arson, which was caused by the restaurant's operational error. So far, the accident has caused at least 70 people with burns of varying degrees, two of whom are seriously injured and in a coma, and are still being rescued, and no deaths have been reported. This is the fourth accidental explosion this month, and I would like to remind all citizens that they should pay attention to the high temperature in summer......"

Song Xiaocheng lowered his head and covered his face with his hands.

"I actually did it, right?" Song Xiaocheng's voice came out of his hands, "This is what you call a 'gift'?"

"Yes. Ganesha, who was sitting side by side with Song Xiaocheng, said softly, "But that's not all. ”

"Causing fires and explosions and injuring innocent people, is this what you call a 'gift'?" Song Xiaocheng's voice was almost out of control, and there were still a few people in the deserted carriage who looked back at him.

"You're the one who let the power get out of hand. ”

"What the hell are you?!What kind of monster are you!!" Song Xiaocheng turned around and grabbed Ganesha's suit.

Ganesa just turned her head slightly, staring at Song Xiaocheng's eyes.

"Song Xiaocheng. When you take my right hand and accept this gift, what do you think I'm going to give you?"

"I'm going to think you're going to give me a piece of strawberry mousse!!" Song Xiaocheng roared, "The result is ...... Take back your gift. Take back your gift!"

"Do you think that this fire is your own responsibility? Do you think that dozens of casualties are considered tragic?" Ganesa looked at Song Xiaocheng with deep eyes and whispered.

"Those people didn't suffer from the flames that erupted from your palms...... This is not a disaster caused by you, don't stand and talk without backache!!" Song Xiaocheng shouted very emotionally, his eyes were so wide that the corners of his eyes were about to crack.

"Hah, pathetic human beings, I'll show you what a 'disaster' is!"

Ganesha's eyes seemed to suddenly enlarge, like a shadow tentacle with life, and swallowed Song Xiaocheng whole. Song Xiaocheng felt as if a big hand was pinching him, squeezing out all the oxygen in his lungs. At the same time, his eyes were dark, and the bright subway car disappeared in an instant, and countless scenes flashed in front of him like a slideshow......

The roads of the city are filled with lava, the high-rise buildings are dilapidated and barren, and everything as far as the eye can see is in flames......

The pools of the water park are filled with blood, and beside the colorful water slides, the spooky characters with hoods form a circle to cast spells and chant......

Savage races, wielding primitive swords and guns, roamed the city, slaughtering innocent people like livestock......

A massive metal device hovered above the city, and the star-bright human soul was siphoned into the sharp mouth below, and the entire city was instantly reduced to a dead city......

The last few thousand remnants of the world's humans, kept in captivity like pigs to be slaughtered, patrolled by demonic creatures......

Beastly monsters laugh and cook human skewers over the campfire......

Monsters dressed in human bone armor dominate the zombie army......

A mage who melts an entire sea warship into molten iron with a wave of his hand......

Just when the light in front of Song Xiaocheng's eyes became more and more dim, thinking that he was about to die of suffocation, the invisible big hand suddenly disappeared. His eyes lit up again, and the subway car was back.

Song Xiaocheng, who was wearing a big gulp, lowered his head and covered his head, as if he was still immersed in the terrifying pictures just now.

"That'...... What are those ......" Song Xiaocheng still had palpitations, he barely raised his head, but his eyes could only look at Ganesa's neckline.

Ganesa dragged Song Xiaocheng's chest with his hand, helped his body up, stared into his eyes and said:

"That's the end times. The end of your world. ”