The room was almost full. People with different looks sat in chairs with helmets in their hands. Most of them were silent, and occasionally a family of three was together, so they seized the last time to hug and pull and talk, but they also deliberately kept their voices down.

MJ led her to an empty chair, picked up the black helmet and stroked it a few times, and said to Li Yanhua, "I'll wear this later." You won't feel anything after the machine is turned on, you will feel sleepy. If you feel sleepy, you sleep. When you wake up...... Woke up ......."

He repeated, turning his head away from Li Yanhua to see his face.

Fireworks bit her lip and hugged him.

Seeing his tone and expression now, she felt less scared again. She thinks that MJ hasn't shed a tear for her yet, and this is the first time.

MJ was silent for a moment, turned his head and took her in his arms, and said to her, "I'll come to you." ”

Li Yanhua said: "I believe in you. ”

Li Yanhua put on his helmet, and a soft operation prompt sounded in the room. MJ stood beside her, making one last eye contact with her. Then I saw that her long eyelashes began to tremble slightly, and her pupils began to become dilated.

Lee Yanhua tried to reach for the MJ. MJ took her hand.

When the fireworks' eyes were about to close, MJ whispered, "I'm sorry. ”

Her eyelids trembled rapidly, as if she was trying to open them. But she couldn't resist that power - she was still "asleep".

MJ stared at her for a moment.

Fireworks' chest was slightly undulating at first, as if it had fallen into a deep sleep. But soon, the ups and downs gradually became weak, and finally, she remained motionless. MJ tested Lee's pulse with a trembling hand and found that she had stopped breathing.

He suddenly felt ......

It's not like an ascension here. It's like a big slaughterhouse.

At this time, more than a dozen staff members walked in. Begin to examine the bodies that are no longer moving, and take off their helmets for them. At the same time, they were doing one thing - plucking a short hair with hair follicles from each person's sideburns with special tweezers and putting it in a container in their hands.

When a young staff member walked up to Li Yanhua, MJ reached out to stop him and asked, "What is this for?" ”

"Routine. Keep the sample. The staff gently but firmly pushed the MJ away and pulled a hair from the firework's ear.

"What do you do with saving samples?" MJ had never heard of such a thing before - even if he was the director of the Binh Duong Ascension Office.

"I don't know. Explained above. ”

MJ didn't know which "above" he was referring to. But it must be higher than your own level.

He looked at the documents on the staff's chest and saw that he did not belong to the Empire's Ascension Office. The documents showed that he was from that core sector - from that mysterious Mount Olympus.

He realized that this young man, on a technical level, probably knew more than he did.

He couldn't help but ask, "Now...... What do they look like? Can you see us? ”

"They're in another space, and they don't have anything to do with us." The young man stopped and said. But what he said, MJ also knew -- this was their unified propaganda tone. But MJ never believed those words. All along, the Ascension Office has been like an official agent, they only know what Olympus wants them to know, and what they are engaged in is only transactional work.

MJ felt that his feelings at the moment were a little impulsive. He took out his work ID: "I am the director of the Pingyang Ascension Office. I would like to know ......"

The young man looked down at his papers. Calmly said, "Oh, no wonder you're still here." ”

He thought for a moment, let out a soft breath, and pointed in the direction of the huge machine: "Look." You'll find out soon anyway. ”

MJ followed the sound and saw that four men were carefully opening a metal door on the Ascension Device, and then took out a palm-sized, mirror-like sparkle from inside.

They placed it in a suitcase, and several men recorded a device in their hands, as if solemnly recording the procedure.

"What's that?" MJ's heart welled up with an ominous premonition.

"It's them." The young man pointed to Li Fireworks. He reached out and slammed everyone in the room in, "They haven't been released yet." They are transformed into the field. It is now stored inside the zài. ”

“…… It's always been like this? MJ's eyes widened.

"For now." The young man moved on to the next person, "It's not like that. Won't go anywhere else. When we are released, we are probably still in this world - they can see us, they can feel us, but they don't affect us too much. But to be on the safe side, they are to be temporarily stored until the Ascension Project is completed. When the time is right, liberate them again. ”

"That'...... These people ...... Body. How to deal with it? ”

"You won't want to know."

MJ's lips quivered, and he couldn't imagine what it was like to be "stored" in consciousness. He felt chills all over his body.

After a while, he suddenly asked the young man who had already walked away, "...... you Do you want to ascend to heaven too? ”

The young man stopped and turned his head to look at him, and said calmly, "I choose death." ”

By the time MJ walked out the door, it was already dark. It's an unusually bleak - even though it's dusk. But the clouds were overcast. There was a choking smell in the air. He put on an air purifier that he had prepared long ago—a thin thing that looked like a normal mask.

He looked up at the sky. The starlight has dimmed, and in a few hours, it will never be seen again. But there was a light that was still very striking, even brighter than the crescent moon that had just emerged from the west.

That's the light from the space-based station of the human migration project stuck on the galaxy. The blue-white light shone slightly, as if it was blinking its eyes incessantly.

MJ knew it was the glow of the fusion engines on the 132 nodes that had been built on the space-based station. They're changing tracks. Track change and reorganization.

There are more and more pedestrians on the street, and many people have begun to probe their brains nearby. It was probably some "well-informed" people who knew what the disaster that broke out in the early hours of the morning meant, and tried to find a way.

For those people, "ascension" is an excellent way. But MJ knows that even if this choice is made, even if it is "stored". Probably not the "good result" they will be able to get.

A middle-aged man with thin eyebrows and thin eyes spun around MJ for a moment and realized that MJ looked decently dressed. With a calm look, he had just walked out of the Ascension Station, probably an insider.

He leaned close to MJ, couldn't hide his anxiety in his smile, and accosted: "Brother, do you want to smoke." I have a flying cloud here. ”

MJ looked at him and didn't say anything. Because he suddenly remembered Li Yanhua. He had begun to miss her soft waist and full breasts and her hair.

And, of course, that sentence.

"I believe in you."

The middle-aged man leaned closer, took out a pack of cigarettes and stuffed it into his hand, and sneered: "Make a friend, my name is Liu Cheng." I just want to ask, do you have any other ways to register here? Just show me the way......"

MJ gets irritated. He reached out and pushed Liu Cheng away, threw the cigarette to the ground, and strode away with a snort from his nose.

He walked a few quick steps down the street with his head bored, and took his phone out of his pocket to look at it.

Not a single message.

He pinched his phone and thought for a moment as he walked. Finally dialed a number.

It took a long time for the line to ring, and the phone was answered. The people over there didn't sound very pleasant.

MJ hurriedly said, "Old Meng, how is that?" Nothing has changed, right? When are we leaving? ”

"I'm very busy right now." The person on the other end of the line said, "We'll talk about it tomorrow, so I'll hang up first." ”

As soon as MJ wanted to speak, the phone was hung up.

He widened his eyes and gritted his teeth, pausing to catch his breath.

A few seconds later, he dialed the phone again.

This time it was quickly connected. The other guy on the phone said, "I'm really—"

"Someone came to ask me." MJ lowered his voice and tried to make himself sound calm. "Someone came to ask me Lao Meng. I don't know where it's from, it doesn't look like a good stubble. I don't care about myself, but I still have a wife and children, and I'm afraid of long nights and dreams. ”

The person on the other side of the phone was silent for a while, and said, "Come to me at nine o'clock tonight." ”

"Okay." MJ hung up. Glancing at the time. 18:43.

The sky was getting darker. There are more and more people on the streets. But by this time, there were no police officers to disperse. The men gathered in groups of three or five whispering, their eyes twinkling, and MJ felt more and more uneasy.

He hurried back home.

His wife is also at home, and so are his children. It was a son, three or four years old. Usually he should be taken care of in a public kindergarten, but his wife doesn't know how to take him out.

As soon as he opened the door. His wife, Shen Zhuo, asked with a slap in her face, "What should I do?" When are we leaving? ”

MJ threw the key into the celadon bowl next to the shoe cabinet and shook his head: "Lao Meng asked me to see him at nine o'clock in the evening, that's what I mean." He glanced at the bedroom and saw that his wife had packed her suitcase. ”

The son didn't see him very often. This "often" frequency is even less than once a week.

Therefore, the little guy with the tiger's head only hid behind his mother, revealing half of his head, and looked at him with wide eyes.

MJ wanted to hug the little one, but as soon as he crouched down, he turned around and ran to the bedroom.

MJ sighed. said to Shen Zhuo: "It's useless for you to clean up." Heaven has a counterweight, and each person can carry up to 500 grams of things, and if there are more, they all have to be deducted. ”

Shen Zhuo turned his head and reluctantly looked at the suitcase in the bedroom: "I just thought, what if." Alright, let's eat first. You find Lao Meng to talk to him at night. Our unit is now spreading the word that the space-based station will not be able to pick up so many people, and 500,000 people will reach the sky -- there may be many people who will not be able to leave. ”

"I know what I know." MJ waved his hand, sat down on the couch, and leaned back to look up at the ceiling.

Shen Zhuo turned around and walked into the kitchen, and MJ heard the sound of dishes colliding.

That's the only sound in the room.

After a while, he heard Shen Zhuo ask, "What about her?" ”

MJ was stunned: "Which one is she?" ”

Shen Zhuo walked out and put the two dishes on the table, and walked back to the kitchen before saying, "Li Yanhua." ”

MJ immediately sat up straight on the couch. He looked at Shen Zhuo's back in the kitchen: "...... How do you know? ”

Shen Zhuo's movements stopped and said, "I already knew. You men can't hide this kind of thing. ”

MJ looked down and rubbed his hair vigorously with his hands, then looked out the window, and then looked at his son timidly by the bedroom door. After a long silence, he said, "I sent her to heaven just now." ”

"Oh." Shen Zhuo said.

MJ stood up and walked to the bedroom door, wanting to touch the little one again.

But the son ran to the bedside again, looked at him and giggled.

He sighed: "I'll go to Lao Meng now, I won't eat." It's messy outside, don't be late. ”

With that, he walked out the door.

The elder Meng's original name was Meng Ao and he worked in the Ministry of Defense. He looks unsurprising, dark and thin, and likes to wear black.

The whole person looks black.

When MJ met him, he was sitting alone in his office. There was only one lamp above his head in the room, and Lao Meng sat under the lamp, leaning against the back of the chair with his eyes closed.

MJ knew that this man had a habit of being so unfathomable. But this set didn't scare him, he had a secret.

He closed the door with his backhand and walked over to sit opposite Lao Meng.

After a while, Lao Meng opened his eyes and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Who is looking for you?" ”

"I don't know who it is. A woman, about thirty years old. MJ looked at him and said, "The day before yesterday, I came to my office with an army sign on my chest, and I looked like a soldier, but something was wrong." ”

"He said that he was from the logistics support department of the army, and asked me about the ascension to heaven. Asking and asking about the topic was not quite right, and began to ask me about things. She seemed to know that I had been at the Great Wall Station before, and wanted to talk to me. I politely sent her away. ”

Meng Ao lowered his head and pondered for a while, then raised his head and asked, "You didn't check?" ”

"Checked." "It's logistical indeed. But...... I still don't think it's right. You see the person, if you see her, you can't say that you can feel the taste. ”

Meng Ao frowned and waved his hand: "You should sue me that day." What's that woman's name? ”

"Ma Xiaoling."

Meng Ao reached out and tapped the computer screen on the desk, and his fingers swiped a few times. MJ looked sideways and saw that he was checking the man.

Four Ma Xiaoling appeared on the screen. MJ looked at it and pointed to the penultimate one: "It's her." ”

Meng Ao stared at this person's information for a while, frowned slightly, and was silent.

The silence lasted for more than ten seconds, and MJ couldn't help but ask, "...... Is there really a problem? ”

"Shhh...... This person ......" Meng Ao frowned and shook his head slightly, "Why does this person look so kind?" ”

MJ breathed a sigh of relief: "Then maybe you've seen it, it's really no problem." ”

Meng Ao still didn't speak.

But after a few more seconds, his brow furrowed. But the brow was furrowed because his eyes were round and his mouth was slightly open.

"Horse ...... Whispers of the heart. He muttered. (To be continued......) I1292