Abnormity. Except for a few boring urban legends or weird tales, there is no information.

Is it really just a dream?

The orange-red sky and earth burned like a flame under the remnant sun, the noisy roar of the cold and biting evening wind, and the lonely Eiffel Tower that collapsed like blood.

Xu Jiyang scanned every web page about "alien" like crazy, the heat wave ran down the esophagus along the trachea and nerves, and the various drawbacks of the primitive network hit his cerebral cortex like a hammer, and he felt that he was about to lose his breath.

"!" Xu Jiyang roared and jumped up, and kicked at the small solid wood round table in front of him, every connection of the round table was torn apart, and the delicate glass ornaments fell one after another with the collapse of the tabletop, shattering his body and bones, screaming and roaring, until the corners of his mouth and throat throbbed violently.

Xu Jiyang looked at the table from the gap in a daze.

It is in perfect condition.

It makes no sense to vent like this, and it's extremely irrational.

"Uh......" He gently took off his imaging glasses, carefully tucked them between his fingers, and gently rubbed the back of his hand against his tight eyeballs.

Is there something missing?

Political secrets cannot really be made public, either in the present or in the future, but what if it is just a dream? No, Xu Jiyang can't accept it anyway.

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It was covered in blood. The blood that had not yet congealed was mixed with mud and dust, turning into a brownish-yellow mudflow. Rock-solid scales, angular heads, tattered clothes, and foul muddy water flowed down the river.

She panicked. Purple-black blood stained her perfect cheeks, scaled all over her body, and countless cuts shattered the gorgeous dress. Bright red blood washed her clothes, clear tears blurred her makeup, long silky hair was frozen with mud, and purple-red eyes were soaked with fear.

Now he can see it.

Zhang Zhiyu watched Zhao Nifei run in fear, she was not wearing shoes, her slender and white soft feet were cut by countless wreckage, her exposed night dress was tattered, and her slender perfect body was almost unobstructed, but she still ran, driven by fear.

What am I doing?

What have I done?

Zhang Zhiyu is not sure.

Two years ago, he met Sun Haowen and her for the first time.

Foreigners and Chinese.

The hustle and bustle of nightclubs, the frantic crowds, the chaos of light and shadow.

No matter what filthy abyss lies beneath the clarity of those fuchsia eyes, whether or not her genes have been brutally reshaped, she expresses rare kindness, even if she doesn't make a living from them, even if the two of them have the "skin color of a demon".

Zhang Zhiyu remembers the bullet exploding at the muzzle, the thrilling pursuit, the heart-wrenching*, and the purple hair that came into view.

It all started with this one bullet.

Unwilling to pull the trigger again, he stepped in front of her, taunted the detached girl, and kicked the fragment of her skull into the distance.

Even the girl didn't know that the lizard was herself.

Where the hell are you?

Before the window?

Or after the ruins?

Zhang Zhiyu is not sure.

He could only pull the trigger.

Bang.

Silence.

Is he a ghost haunted by the past?

Or a ghost wandering in time?

Jang Ji-woo would rather shoot a bullet into his own brain and stare at the endless void where the world descends into darkness.

He is the real sinner.

In the distance, cars roared through the rubble and rubble, mutilated corpses......

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Wang Kunzhi is changing something.

The only sealed cabin, Zhang Hengyuan fell to the hatch like crazy, but the monstrous anger could never be rekindled, he leaned against the wall and slowly fell to the ground, his limbs were surprisingly sore and soft. Holding his cheeks in the impermeable darkness, his head buried deep between his knees. He wasn't going to turn on the lights, let alone use glasses that fit in his eye sockets. He's just too tired. Maybe Xu Jiyang is right about one thing, he should leave the room and get some fresh air. But now it doesn't work at all, and maybe it will have the opposite effect.

The bastard from the forbidden area, he is crazy and confuses everyone, and Xu Jiyang is about to lose his mind.

He will kill us all.

God knows how he got this ship?

Fuck it, is Xu Jiyang blind?

He couldn't tell that it was this forbidden area madman who invaded the spaceship and then killed Ma Zhenxin? That bastard's story is full of holes, and he trusts him like that? Shielding him? Or even on the same side as him?

A terrible thought appeared in Zhang Hengyuan's mind: Who will Xu Jiyang support? What is Wang Kunzhi's real purpose? If something unfavorable happens, you will be alone. Xu Jiyang might even smile and help set up the sling.

“...... Be...... ZHANG Hengyuan...... ......"

Low and hoarse, subtle and weak, like the sound of a whimpering wind.

Zhang Hengyuan finally noticed the blurry mass on the bed.

"Ma Zhenxin?" Unfazed, he asked tentatively, turned on the lights, and stared at the blood-blurred figure in the center of the bed.

The sheets had long been soaked in blood, showing a shocking purple red, Ma Zhenxin, or that inhuman-shaped thing, had snow-white eyes open in the center of the bed, they had lost their eyelids, but they were constantly moistened by blood. Most of Ma Zhenxin's skull is intact, while his torso is completely out of proportion. There was no skin covering the whole body, the snow-white bones were uneven, and the dark purple flesh broke out of the ground, and the internal organs were erect, and they were all together, and the pulsating blood vessels were constantly twisted by the swollen flesh, and large strands of blood flowed continuously.

"Yes...... I ......" he reluctantly moved his jaw and choked on blood as he struggled to spit out two words.