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"Ahh ~！ ”

A scream came from the sixth floor of the bachelor's apartment, and the sound startled the hallway lights to turn on one after another.

It was half past three in the morning, and although some people were awakened, they did not stir up any waves, and people just rolled over at random and still fell asleep.

Room 607 was lit up at this time, and Zhang Zhi got up, shook his head a few times, and looked at the dark sky outside the window.

"It's horrible! It's horrible! ”

"It's been years since I've had such a horrible dream!"

Zhang Zhi scratched his head, his whole body trembled a little, he was short of breath, turned on the lamp, and slowly stabilized his mood.

After five or six minutes, my mind finally settled, but I didn't feel sleepy anymore.

Seeing that the time was only half past three, Zhang Zhi was a little worried about tomorrow's work, but since he couldn't sleep, he simply got up and turned on the computer.

The ghost makes the gods, the keyword of the web page, and the word "Apophis" is typed.

As a senior tunist in a piano factory, Zhang Zhi's knowledge is relatively narrow, although he is not a pure otaku, but his life is basically two points and one line. The word Apophis, he was sure he had never heard before, but then his fingers struck expertly on the keyboard and pressed OK.

Various articles on the webpage jumped out, which made Zhang Zhi a little dazzled.

"Apophis, Destroyer?"

"Near-Earth asteroids? More than 400 meters in diameter? Is it also possible to hit the Earth? It's only a 1 in a million chance, so don't worry. ”

"Apophis, a threat to Earth, is large enough to cause the extinction of life on Earth. ~~~”

"Egypt's ancient evil and demons of destruction?"

"Where is this?"

Zhang Zhi was a little speechless, he had never been interested in these before.

After browsing some content casually, Zhang Zhi got up and poured a glass of water, and continued to live his otaku life, turned on the live broadcast, and began to send small flowers to the beautiful anchor.

The good times are always so short-lived, and before you know it, the window begins to white, and a silver-white cleaning truck begins to appear on the city road, Zhang Zhishen stretches his waist and turns off the computer. It's 2036, and as early as a few years ago, there were no cleaners on the street who were sweeping the roads with brooms, instead of silver-white cleaning trucks, sweeping the roads intelligently.

Zhang Zhi sighed, since he can remember, in the past 20 years, he has felt that this society is developing too fast. The whole society is in an era of rapid running, almost all labor-intensive industries are evolving, and more and more industries are being replaced by intelligent robots.

Zhang Zhi is relatively lucky, he has studied piano since he was a teenager, and majored in piano tuning in college. His family is in Shao City, which is more than 200 kilometers away from Shashi, his parents died early, he has no burden, and he works in a piano factory on the outskirts of Shashi, which is also decent, so the pressure is not great, and he can be regarded as a stable crowd.

After three years of work, he has long been accustomed to working from 9 to 5, and at eight o'clock, there are many pedestrians on the road.

"Boss! A rice noodle! Add beef! ”

"Okay!"

Changshi rice noodles are very famous, this is also Zhang Zhi's regular breakfast, red oil chili pepper and beef slices, no one in Hunan Province can refuse. Although this is Shashi, as the capital of Hunan Province, rice noodles are also everywhere in Changshi.

A few mouthfuls of powder in his stomach, the greasy and fragrant smooth, made his whole body feel comfortable, left and right, and took out his mobile phone to look at the news in the circle of friends.

"Huh? Fang Qi sent a message so early? ”

opened WeChat casually, and Zhang Zhi saw the message of his girlfriend Fang Qi, but when he opened the message, he was directly stunned.

"Let's break up!"

And then a crying face.

At this time, there was no whirlwind, and there was no blood on the head, Zhang Zhi only had doubts in his heart.

This seems to have happened.

"Last night's dream?"

As soon as the vest was cold, sweat seeped from his back, wetting his shirt.

So Zhang Zhi tried his best to start recalling, and the scenes of the dream began to become clear, but he tried to recall the specific content of the dream, as if everything had become blurry and intermittent again.

In the dream, it seemed that in April, that is, a few days later, a big event really happened, it was really the destruction of the god to land on the earth, and the government only issued a notice on TV three days in advance.

As soon as this announcement came out, it immediately caused a great chaos, and no military or police could suppress the slightest, and the mighty convoy drove westward, it is said that if the planet falls to the earth, it will cause a huge tsunami, and of course it will go to the Tibetan Plateau to save his life.

And the government seems to have made arrangements, and many places have built fortresses underground, called life fortresses.

The dream was a little vague and incomplete, Zhang Zhi only remembered that all the mobile phones were invalid at that time, and the world changed overnight, and almost all the people around him became zombies, but he survived, but something was implanted in the brain, just like a game system, and it could also fight monsters and upgrade.

In the end, it seems that when he reaches a certain level, he is controlled by an alien creature with an image similar to that of a human being, and has become some kind of God's chosen guardian, because he is unwilling to be a puppet, and fiercely resists, so the dream is gone.

"What kind of bullshit is this! I almost believed it! It's a coincidence! ”

Zhang Zhi absolutely doesn't believe in this kind of crossing rebirth ridge that only exists in novels, which is too unbelievable.

After settling down, he focused on the news of his girlfriend Fang Qi again.

"Why?" Zhang Zhi only replied with three words, and he himself wondered why he was not as excited as he imagined, but as if he had already experienced it.

Soon, WeChat continued to receive new messages.

"I'm getting married, with Liu Qiming, I'm sorry! Zhang Zhi, there are some things I can't tell you, anyway, you don't have to reply to the message! ”

Seeing this news, Zhang Zhi's head exploded.

Although I don't know how to reply in my dream, the message I received in reality is exactly the same.

It's really Liu Qiming, the son of that deputy mayor!

Seeing this name, the message in the dream became clearer.

According to the memory in the dream, after receiving Fang Qi's news today, he was very excited, and went directly to Fang Qi's work address and found someone, but he was beaten severely by Liu Qiming's scoundrels, beaten into a pig's head, and his left eye was swollen for five or six days, so he could only look at people with one eye.

"I really don't believe it, it's definitely not true!"

After eating rice noodles in a hurry, Zhang Zhiqiang suppressed the impulse in his heart and drove to the city center.

Fang Qi is a student of Zhang Zhi University, three years lower than him, and was a student of the Dance Performance Department of Hunan Normal University at that time, and his figure and appearance are naturally first-class. Zhang Zhi also took advantage of the fact that he played the piano very well in his fourth year of college, and met each other at a party, and they hooked up with each other.

Xiang Provincial Art Troupe, not far from Xiang Provincial Satellite TV, Zhang Zhi parked the car, went out of the basement, and was about to step into the elevator, when suddenly a thought flashed in his heart, and he quietly withdrew his foot.

"I'll take a look first, I remember that Liu Qiming was also on it, and it seemed that he was waiting for me to come to the door, and there were four people around him at the time!"

After a little hesitation, Zhang Zhi turned around and went back to the car. After a few moments, he opened the toolbox from the trunk where he usually went out to earn extra money to tune the piano for others.

The toolbox is nothing more than some tuning forks, screwdrivers, tuning wrenches and the like.

"This wrench is still a bit lethal!"

The front end of the wooden handle wrench is a stainless steel head, and there is a long hardwood handle at the back, with a total length of more than 30 centimeters.

"I didn't expect my survival tool to be quite effective."

Muttering, and looking at his bulging chest in embarrassment, Zhang Zhi stepped into the elevator.