"That's the end times. The end of your world. Ganesa said in a dreamy voice.

"...... apocalypse, that's ......" Song Xiaocheng's forehead was covered with beads of sweat, his hair was also messy due to sweat, and a few strands of long hair even slanted in front of his eyes.

"I've seen the end of the world more than you've ever been to a project proposal meeting. Ganessa said calmly, "And what you have just seen, believe me, is quite a calm and gentle scene. ”

"Are those prophecies? ...... It's all fake...... Song Xiaocheng's voice was as weak as a half-dead man who had just woken up from a coma.

"Prophecy, or illusion. Song Xiaocheng, you have accepted my proposal, and you also know that it means a more profound meaning. ”

"What......?"

Song Xiaocheng felt puzzled, Ganesa did not answer him positively, and this was not even an answer at all.

"The fate of this world is in your hands. Ganesa glanced at Song Xiaocheng meaningfully, "Tell me, Song Xiaocheng, what do you care about living in this world?"

What do you care about? Song Xiaocheng often thinks about the meaning of life. Friends, fellow relatives...... Xiao Yu, and his parents...... Faces flashed in Song Xiaocheng's mind.

"The woman...... Ah, her name is Lin Yu, is she? Is she your spouse?"

When he heard his girlfriend's full name, Song Xiaocheng's little finger twitched slightly.

"Everybody has someone to love, everybody has something to care about. In ordinary times, people spend their lives trying to get more happiness. And when the end comes......"

Ganesa turned Song Xiaocheng's head with her hand, put her face in front of Song Xiaocheng's eyes, and looked into his eyes from a considerable distance.

"Song Xiaocheng, if the end comes, where are you willing to stand?"

If the end comes......

When the world is in the midst of a catastrophe...... When humanity is faced with catastrophe......

Deep thinking seemed to bring Song Xiaocheng back to the blazing fire. The shock, the chaos, was accompanied by a strong sense of powerlessness. At that time, I was like a maggot under the air hammer - trillions of times my own power came from the top of my head, but I couldn't do anything, I could only try to escape, try to dodge, pray that there was a deep enough ravine to take refuge, or I could escape fast enough, but I could never stand up straight and face the power that destroyed the world until I turned into powder......

"With those billions of mortals, waiting for destruction to come, dust to dust, dust to dust, ......dust to earth? Take my advice, grab the strength, and stand up?"

Ganesha's tone was still so calm, so gentle, but to Song Xiaocheng, it was like rolling thunder in a summer rainstorm - aggressive, straight to the soul. This also made Song Xiaocheng finally calm down a little, and after the tension and shock were greatly eliminated, he was finally able to take a few deep breaths.

"What am I going to do?"

"Good. As the subway entered the station, Ganesa stood up first and walked out of the carriage with Song Xiaocheng, "What you have to do is very simple to say, but it may not be easy to do." ”

As if to give Song Xiaocheng a little time to prepare mentally, Ganesa didn't say it in one breath.

Song Xiaocheng rubbed his face with both hands, took a deep breath, and swallowed his saliva.

"Say it. ”

"The me that appears before your eyes is nothing more than a barely physical projection. But even so, the power contained in this projection before your eyes is greater than the sum of all the forces on your earth. If the power I possess is compared to a bowl of water, then the rune in the palm of your hand is a drop of water picked up from the bowl with the tip of a needle. But as you can see, this little drop of water is a great gift compared to your ordinary kind. All you have to do is make good use of this drop of water and try to gather more and greater power. ”

"Then use my strength to fight against the end of the world?" Song Xiaocheng felt a little incredible, this is simply a fantasy.

Ganesa shook her head lightly and smiled slightly.

"Human, you don't know anything about power. That's why your people can't do interstellar travel to this day. Ganesa fanned her two big ears and put her hand in front of her forehead, covering the scorching summer day that suddenly appeared in front of her, "Song Xiaocheng, if the end will come no matter what you choose, then will you choose to be a person who goes with the flow and suffers, or to be the initiator of the doomsday, but can save some of the people you want to save, at least some of them can survive?"

Song Xiaocheng suddenly stood in place, and he seemed to suddenly understand something—such as the meaning of the power of his palm, such as the identity of Ganesha......

"What...... You, you're the calamity—you...... Are you here to start that catastrophe? Are you here to trigger the end times?" Song Xiaocheng grabbed Ganesa's arm as he struggled to organize his language.

"I, I'm just a messenger of doom. The white elephant shook its long trunk with some amusement, turned its head and replied, "I also serve my master." The focus is not on me, Song Xiaocheng. It's up to you, your own choice. ”

At this time, an emotionless voice echoed fiercely and clearly in Song Xiaocheng's mind: Evil is evil, there is no difference between big evil and small evil, but the boundary of evil will vary from person to person. But if you want to choose one of them......

"I'd rather not choose anything. Song Xiaocheng said with empty eyes.

"Hmph, interesting. It seems that your race, though ignorant of magic, is philosophically attached. Ganesa seemed to see through Song Xiaocheng's head and saw everything that was in his mind, "But when the blood of the innocent is destined to fly, what difference is there between the person who wields the butcher's knife and the person who stands by?"

Song Xiaocheng slowly moved his gaze and looked at Ganesha, but Ganesa turned around and pointed the elephant's neck at him.

"I'll send you here. If you need me, just message me. Come home, there's a guest coming. With that, Ganesa threw Song Xiaocheng in place and strode away, "It's time to say goodbye to the past!"

Send a message. It's really a Ganesha who is up to date.

............

Ten or two minutes later, sitting on the sofa in his living room, Song Xiao buried her face in her knees like a helpless little girl.

Five years ago, he thought he was strong, so strong that sometimes he even exceeded his imagination. But today, he finally realized that his vulnerability was beyond his imagination. The sea of fire caused by himself, the impending disaster, and the meaningful handshake all made Song Xiaocheng feel overwhelmed. He left the academy before finishing his studies, thinking that he was smart and studious, but now he is at a loss. Dozens of innocent people have suffered disasters because of themselves...... How can you make up for your stupidity?

Perhaps, prison is where he should go now. Perhaps he should have died to apologize......

Outside the door, after a whisper, there was a two-finger knock outside the metal security door, and then a four-finger knock was used.

Song Xiaocheng didn't know how he got off the ground, the whole person was like a machine, walked to the door, and unscrewed the door. "It's great that the punishment I deserve has finally been delivered. This was the only thought in Song Xiaocheng's mind.

However, it was not the police who stood at the door, but two men in ordinary short-sleeved shirts. If there's anything out of the ordinary, it's probably that these two people are a little too ordinary.

"Song Xiaocheng?" asked the taller of the two.

"Who are you?"

"May I come in?" the man politely raised his hand and pointed into the room.

"No, I can't. May I ask what you two do?" Song Xiaocheng said expressionlessly.

"We're here for a bombing. Outside the door, another man with thick eyebrows and round eyes said.

Song Xiaocheng hesitated slightly, then moved out of the house.

"Please come in. ”

The two entered the house one after another, and they didn't seem to be polite, and they wore leather shoes before entering the wooden floor of Song Xiaocheng's house. Before Song Xiaocheng could entertain him, he sat down on the sofa alone.

"Does Mr. Song live alone?"

"Yes. Song Xiaocheng dealt with it casually. He didn't mean to lie, but he felt that if he said "no", he would have to say it would take a lot of time.

"Oh, did you break up with your girlfriend?"

Song Xiaocheng squinted his eyes and glanced at these two people, it seems that these two people are not good at it.

"I don't know who you two are. ”

"Oh, sorry, sorry. The tall man stood up with a smile, took out a pure black card from the breast pocket of his shirt, and handed it to Song Xiaocheng across the coffee table, "This is my business card, my name is Gao He." ”

Song Xiaocheng bowed slightly, took the thick business card with both hands, flipped it and looked at it.

On the front is written in white font with a name in the center: "Gao He". After flipping vertically, the back is just the same, and the white font reads "Gao-He". If it were normal, Song Xiaocheng would probably praise this minimalist design, but today he is not in the mood. A few seconds later, the shorter man also stood up and handed over an identical business card.

"Cui Wei. Without saying a word, the man sat down again.

Song Xiaocheng glanced at it, it was the same, except for the name, there was no other information.

"I still don't know who they are. Song Xiaocheng bypassed the coffee table and sat down on the single sofa next to him.

Gao He smiled, "Mr. Song, although you don't know us, we know you. Before revealing our identities, I would like to have a brief conversation with Mr. Song. ”

"Okay, then I'll be with you for ten dollars. Gao He's accent made Song Xiaocheng feel a little funny, so he also imitated his accent and said.

"Haha, Mr. Song is quite humorous!" Gao He smiled heartily, "Mr. Song, do you usually watch the news?"

"I've seen the news about the explosion? ”

Song Xiaocheng said with a light sigh. He didn't understand why these two people were going around in circles with him since they were here for the bombing.

"yes. Gao He frowned and nodded, "The explosion that Mr. Song started at noon today is already the third explosion this month. ”

"The news says it's the fourth. Song Xiaocheng raised his eyebrows, recalling the news on the subway.

"Oh...... Last week's explosion was indeed an accidental explosion of a gas canister. Gao He explained, "We are talking about a situation like Mr. Song's noon today. ”

"What about me?"

"Mr. Song, are you going to tell us that the explosion that occurred in the southern cultural and business district at noon was really a gas explosion, right?" Gao He looked at Song Xiaocheng with a little elusive smile.

"If I'm not mistaken, there should be something in Mr. Song's palm right now, which we are interested in. ”

After Gao He's meaningful words, Song Xiaocheng's heart suddenly jumped. This man actually knows the mark on the palm of his hand?

Gao He also seemed to catch Song Xiaocheng's eyes, and his smile became more obvious.

"Mr. Song, if you don't mind, can you show us the palm of your left hand?"

"Left hand?" Song Xiaocheng blurted out, but immediately regretted it. And the sturdy man with thick eyebrows and round eyes opposite, Cui Wei, got up from the sofa and straightened his shirt. Only then did Song Xiaocheng notice that this person named Cui Wei always inadvertently hid his left hand behind him.

Song Xiaocheng looked at Cui Wei, then continued to look at Gao He in a blink of an eye, and slowly stretched out his left hand.

"How is it?" Song Xiaocheng turned his white palm towards Gao He, "Is it clean?" ”

Of course, Song Xiaocheng's left palm was nothing. Could it be that the other party is looking for the wrong person?

Gao He's smile disappeared suddenly, he straightened up, turned his head to look at Cui Wei, and stared at Song Xiaocheng again, Song Xiaocheng looked at Gao He's surprised appearance, and felt both funny and proud.

"Can I take a second look at your right hand?" asked Gao He, frowning slightly, tentatively.

This time it was Song Xiaocheng's turn to smile. He lowered his left hand, propped his elbow on his knee, raised his right hand, and exposed his palm to Gao He.