Just as the cyberball was negotiating in response to a sudden terrorist attack, London was already drowned in fog. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoAfter a long period of environmental management, London, once known as the fog capital, has been sunny for a long time, whenever people talk about the story of the fog capital, they often do not think of the modern city today, but more of the last century, with large slabs, stones and wood piled up scenes. In the story of such a scene, the savage, mysterious, grotesque, dangerous, and so on are like rain pouring out of a sewer, which is dirty, filthy, but also thrilling, and the entanglement between man and man, between man and non-man, is as common as moss on a stone pavement.

However, the story has long ended, and that kind of world, since the beginning of this century, has only appeared in people's imagination. Only today, no, it should be said, as if the monsters of the old days had not left, they had been lurking in the sewers until the day came. London once again overflowed with fog, a grey mist that seemed to breathe through the streets and alleys, seeping through the cracks in doors and windows.

It should be said that at this time, there were no people living in the city in London, which is a fortunate thing.

As the Nazi invasion intensified, and despite the fact that London was in the rear of the battlefield, it had to think about the relocation of citizens recently, and earlier on, citizens and refugees had been allowed to hide underground, and through a series of security measures, the shelters were sealed, and the entire London area was left with only the fighting related departments on the ground. When the gray fog lifted, everyone who realized what was about to happen rejoiced.

"The fog is so big that you can't see it ahead." A middle-aged man dressed as a military police officer quietly tightened her grip on her rifle, and beside him, a young man dressed as a tomboy who was obviously a woman was still wearing lipstick, half of her face was tightly wrapped in bandages due to her injuries, but she still looked at the face in the vanity mirror with relish.

"Don't look at it! It's dangerous here, be vigilant! The middle-aged man scolded, but his tone was not very harsh, after all, this kind of thing should not be said by himself, and the other party is very clear. On today's battlefield, people who can experience a battle without dying are called "veterans", which has nothing to do with age or whether they have had military education. The Third World War had only been fought for a few months, but the scene was already so tragic that it had not been seen in the previous two world wars -- it was so common that after a battle was fought, it was so common for people to lose 70 or 80 percent of their troops, and it almost felt that the consumption was too great even at the rate of fertility of the whole population.

Perhaps such a war would only last a year, and the human population would plummet to the level of the Middle Ages. The thought of such a future makes me feel terrible.

Almost all of the veterans stationed in London today are veterans who have retired from the front line, and they don't care whether the intention is to improve the defense capability of the London area or to give the soldiers time to recuperate. To be able to return to London and put on the uniforms of the military police, even if you still have to face a sudden crisis, compared to the front line, the pressure has been greatly reduced, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is heaven.

Of course, London, which has moved its citizens and refugees from other parts of the world into shelters, is a little empty and unpopular...... In other words, in that calm atmosphere, there is always some inexplicable smell floating in the air. I always feel that it is not a good thing to stay here, but people still prefer to stay in London rather than the visible frontline.

However, such relatively leisurely days are also over, and I don't know when it began, and there is fog all around, and there is no sign of disappearing. All the people who wandered the streets, sat in their rooms, and observed their surroundings were more or less aware that this was not a normal phenomenon.

Most people were nervous, and the middle-aged military policeman could see the familiar figure walking through the fog haze, and was soon engulfed in the fog, thinking that he was also like this in the eyes of others. The fog is so thick that everyone feels isolated, so for the only tomboy next to her, even if she hasn't done anything serious until now, the middle-aged military police still have a sense of closeness to her psychologically.

Although he was reprimanded by the middle-aged military police, and the rapid deterioration of the surrounding environment was also visible, the tomboy still stared at the makeup mirror and applied lipstick without saying a word, and his lips were already red as if they were dripping blood, which was a color that was contrary to the beauty of ordinary people. The middle-aged military policeman felt a little disgusted, and he couldn't help but feel a little more angry in his heart, he amplified his voice and said, "Didn't you hear? I told you to stop drawing! ”

The tomboy seemed to listen, and his hand paused, but his head was still down, staring at the vanity mirror. The middle-aged military policeman grabbed her hand holding the makeup mirror and tried to snatch it over, but the next moment, he saw that the scenery around him began to rotate, and his body fluttered lightly, getting farther and farther away from the ground. It wasn't until he was about to hit the ground that he realized he had been thrown by the tomboy.

In the flipped field of vision, the figure of the tomboy appeared again, the position of the stone road and the sky seemed to be reversed, and the tomboy stood on the ground, but it was more like hanging upside down on the ground. The incident happened suddenly, but the middle-aged military police officer had already realized that something was wrong. The difference between the other party's reaction before and after is so great that it is not at all the reaction of ordinary people, even if they suffer from post-war syndrome, it is not like that - there is something wrong with their own companions!

The middle-aged military policeman's heart was cold, and while his body fell to the ground, the rifle slipped to the easiest position to aim. The crosshair moved in front of his eyes, and even though the great pain in his body from the impact did not make his hands and eyes distracted. If it weren't for this reaction, courage and endurance, he would have been killed by those monsters of the Nazis on the front line.

Moreover, when you are on the front line, it is not new for your companions to suddenly lose their minds and become enemies. Now that London is suddenly foggy, it is not impossible to imagine that the grotesque and the fog go hand in hand. Even ordinary people, as long as they go to the front line, there is a chance that they will encounter strange things that only appeared in fantasy in the past, and there are even many strange things that they have never even thought about.

The tomboy is likely to be "killed" by the weird - this is what the middle-aged military police think of the moment he is thrown out.

Before confirming whether it was the situation he thought, there were gunshots in the distance, the first gunshot, as if it was a signal, soon there was a second, a third, and then a series of gunshots, from the sporadic gunfire to the surrounding streets and alleys seemed to be in the battlefield, and the change of atmosphere took less than three seconds. The middle-aged military policeman pulled the trigger of the rifle when the fourth gunshot rang out.

The vibration of the rifle seemed to tell him about the process of the bullet being fired, which seemed to others to be just a momentary process, but there was a clear step in his mind, like a slow motion demonstration of the bullet effect, which should have been extremely short, and was broken down into more parts from the feeling. This is not a special function, veterans who have come down from the front, one or two out of ten have such a keen sense, and they are not born like this, they are completely on the battlefield, trying their best to struggle to survive, and only gradually realize it - at first, it is just a hazy, uncontrollable thing, and some people will feel that they are special because of it, but all soldiers on the front line will realize that this kind of keen particularity is nothing at all on the battlefield of the Nazis.

After experiencing the baptism of war again and again, in the most tense time, there will be no rest time for three days and three nights, and all the abilities and instincts related to survival will be sharpened to an extent unimaginable by ordinary people in such cruel battles.

For example, even if the body falls to the ground, the pain and vibration will not make the middle-aged military police deviate. Needless to say, when he pulled the trigger, he didn't think that he would miss. The ejection of the bullet, the trajectory of the bullet in the air, was invisible to others, but in his mind, it was as clear as if it had been shown a thousand times.

The bullet hit the tomboy's head just as he had thought, ripping off half of her skull. These rifles are equipped with bullets that have been tested in real combat on the front line, and they are lethal against Nazis and other strange things. If the tomboy hadn't turned into something weird, then she would have died - on the other hand, the middle-aged military police officer didn't think about the possibility of killing the other party with a single bullet in the first place.

After pulling the trigger, he rolled to the side, hid in a lamppost, and then followed the trash can to cover himself and move towards a stronger concrete corner. The tomboy who had been blown off half of his head was still sitting in his place, keeping the posture of staring at the vanity mirror, which undoubtedly made the middle-aged military police more convinced that the other party was no longer a human situation - no normal person could maintain his original posture under the impact of that bullet.

What reassured him a little was that although he didn't know why, it seemed that his reaction saved him again, and the body that stood still didn't catch up. Of course, even if the body was motionless, he didn't think that the monster in the human skin of the "tomboy" had been killed. He used the corner of his eye to find a way to shift, and his ear to listen to the movements of others, but he didn't dare to let the motionless "tomboy" completely out of his sight, until the fog divided the two.

The feeling of fighting alone once again hit the heart of the middle-aged military policeman, and the fog all over it seemed to be able to suck away his footsteps. No, no, he thought about it, confirmed, and sure enough, something was wrong, although he could hear the sound of gunfire coming from a distant place, but there was no footsteps, even if it was his own footsteps, he couldn't hear a sound at all when he deliberately stepped hard.

Then, he felt that the originally hard stone pavement seemed to become softer, and gradually, it was as sticky as a dirt pavement on a rainy day. However, if you only look at it with your eyes, the slate is still the texture of the slate.

From his experience, the more bizarre the environment he felt, the more dangerous the battlefield became. Although he knew intellectually that he was only one of the 100,000 or 80,000 defenses all over London, he felt like he was alone from the atmosphere he had now, especially after shooting his only visible companion, the tomboy who was suspected of being corrupted by an unknown weirdness.

He sometimes crawled, sometimes he ran, although he felt the endless danger, as if as soon as he stopped, the danger that I don't know what would come to him, but, until he silently counted three hundred times, roughly three hundred seconds, he had not encountered a more practical danger. It's just that the gray fog-filled environment is becoming more and more poisonous, feeling that the heart is racing, the heart is arrhythmic, and there is a feeling of suffocation.

The sky gradually darkened, the middle-aged military policeman couldn't help but raise his head, this light change was definitely abnormal, three hundred seconds ago it was still daytime, if the sun disappeared all of a sudden, it was definitely not the problem of the sun, but the problem of his own place, but he could find the answer from the sky, which was what experience told him.

Then he saw a huge planet, hanging in the direction of the tallest building in his field of vision—like the moon, but certainly not the moon, for its outline was so great that it was about twenty times the size of the moon when viewed normally, and in the dark background of the night sky, its color was not the yellow of the moon, but a large expanse of inky blue.

Although the color was different from what he saw in the popular science pictures, and the size of the outline seemed to be a little different, he immediately thought of the name that even he was surprised by, and then gave birth to the terrified name - earth.

The middle-aged military policeman couldn't help but stand still, staring blankly at the planet hanging in the sky: "If that's the earth, where am I now?" ”

On this day, the Cosmic Joint Experiment Fleet, which was observing the huge ruin platform in the universe, saw with their own eyes that part of the ruins of the Ruling Bureau, which occupied the former position of the moon, was transformed into a familiar city scene. Without any warning, without allowing them to intercept it in advance, the massive ruins that stretched out of the void, including the gray mist that spread all over it, and the demons that bred in the gray mist, became a much more orderly landscape.

"That's ......," an incredulous voice came from the fleet's internal communication network, "that's London!" His voice trembled: "How, how can it ......?"

Big Ben in the City of London, quickly zoomed in on the crowd's monitors, and everyone confirmed what was happening.

-- Part of the ruins of the Ruling Board and part of the City of London were replaced. (To be continued.) )