Because everyone was controlled to hide in their homes or buildings before the strong magnetic storm was created to avoid direct exposure to the magnetic storm, no one came out until it was dark. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Of course, the only people who came out were patrols who were ordered to come out, and ordinary people still hid at home, even at night, and refused to venture out.

It wasn't until late at night that Yan Zhen stepped out of the hospital gate, and the little Taoist priest behind him continued to act as a humanoid tail.

"You hurry home."

"No return."

"Then where you fall in love, don't follow me."

"You tell me where the ghost king is, and I'll leave."

"I'm a materialist, I don't believe in these things, stop messing around, hurry home!"

"You and I are stupid, what were you doing with a copper coin sword when you were in the hospital, do materialists use this thing?"

"Adults don't understand, children don't understand, if you don't go home again, don't blame me for not warning you if it's dangerous."

"Who's a child? I'm 14 years old this year, and I'm in my second year of junior high school! ”

"It turned out to be a second-year teenager, no wonder."

"Hey, uncle, what do you mean?"

"Meaning, you're a minor cub, you have no human rights, hurry home!"

The two stumbled all the way, and the little tail still followed him back to the hotel where he stayed, the kitchen of the hotel had half a bag of rice left, and the city had no water and electricity, but the innkeeper used a gas tank at home, which did not affect Yan Zhen's cooking.

He cooked rice porridge in a small pot, and there was a pot of old godmother on the windowsill, and he dug out a small spoonful and mixed it in the porridge, and dinner was solved.

The little Taoist priest looked greedy from the side, but Yan Zhen was not polite to him at all, and ate all the pot of porridge by himself.

"Hmph, I can also cook, this hotel is not yours, I'll do it myself!" The little Taoist priest picked up the empty pot on the table and ran to the kitchen.

- Small 7. Yan Zhen waited for the little Taoist priest to go out, and immediately closed the door and locked it from the inside.

- Huh?

――How do you feel? Nothing happened, right? I haven't moved for a day.

――It feels weird, there's a power that draws me in.

- Despair?

-- It's starting again......

Xiao 7's voice in his head became farther and farther away, Yan Zhen chuckled in his heart, he patted Totoro's face, and the touch of the flannel made him panic for no reason.

This was the last time he talked to Little 7.

The damage and impact of the super magnetic storm lasted until a month later, when Yan Zhen had already left Zhoushi, and the second middle school boy was forced to return home by him the next morning.

When he arrived at the boy's house, he knew why this kid was obsessed with the immortality of the ghost king, it turned out that his grandmother was seriously ill, and the disaster caused the hospital to close, and the old man's illness has been dragging on, and it seems that he is about to die.

But where does the heart of immortality come from in the world, and who can live forever?

After sending off the boy, Yan Zhen left Zhoushi, and no new disaster appeared, and people seemed to see a glimmer of life.

The survivors are beginning to rebuild their homes, new power consolidations are taking place around the world, many countries and cities have disappeared, and there are more possibilities for how the territory is divided.

Chaos and war ensued, and the government was able to maintain a functioning state, trying to protect its territory from being violated.

Other new forces, in the pattern of fighting, annexation, re-fighting, and re-annexation, gradually formed several huge forces, and they frantically plundered territory and resources.

If most modern weapons had not been scrapped, especially weapons of mass destruction, the earth would have been destroyed by its own hands.

Much of the damage caused by the super magnetic storm is irreparable and can only be rebuilt, and the nuclear power plant has also leaked due to prolonged power outages.

It takes a lot of time to build and launch satellites, but there are wars everywhere, and the loss of personnel and combat effectiveness have plummeted, leaving the major powers anxious, and time is one of the most scarce resources.

After the re-establishment of the power grid in various parts of the country, the first communication to be restored was radio, and the radio programs for the public were again received by civilian radio stations before the beginning of winter.

Of course, only one radio station can be received, and the content of the broadcast is mainly about the disaster report and the latest news on reconstruction in various places.

Yan Zhen did not listen to the advice on the radio, and went to the nearest aid center, where he was said to have a long-distance public telephone, and now he only wants to call home instead of receiving free food.

Due to the destruction of modern means of transportation by magnetic storms, Yan Zhen had to ride a bicycle to hurry, originally it only took two days to ride from Zhoushi to Fengshi, but because of the military control areas and blockade areas everywhere, his itinerary was delayed again and again, and it took a month to enter Fengshi.

As the provincial capital, Fengshi was more orderly than the rest of the city he passed, mainly because there were more than twice as many troops stationed here as in other places.

Yan Zhen was interrogated and allowed to enter Fengshi, in addition to calling home to confirm his father's safety, he also hoped to see Wei Dongcheng and them.

For a month, there were no new missions, no new disasters, and no landing, but he was still alive.

Without the constraints and threats of missions, he can go all the way with potato chips without worrying about cannibalism.

When writing the Super Solar Magnetic Storm, his goal was not only to restore order in space, but also to destroy Paradise by the way.

It was a purely unexpected inspiration, and although it was expensive, it was a chance to start over, and all the previous chaos was instantly stopped.

Without the support of electronic equipment, satellite monitoring, and the inability to supply human fantasies and aspirations, the paradise is like an engine that has lost power, and crops that have lost water to water them, and what awaits them is the depletion of energy.

As it turned out, he was right, Paradise had not harassed the world for a month, allowing the earth, devastated by the disaster, to gradually return to its former prosperity.

The high-rise buildings of have completely disappeared from the horizon, and it is unknown what disaster has befallen them, replaced by rows of improvised tents, the closer to the city center, the denser the tents and self-built temporary houses, and the government offices are the most advanced buildings in the city, a double-storey prefabricated house.

In the late autumn season, when the temperature drops, there is no way to make a fire in the tent, so people gather in groups around the fire outside the tent.

Yan Zhen once saw a group of photos of India's slums in a travel magazine, which overlapped strangely with the scene in front of him.

Although he believes that the situation in Bongshi is only temporary, it is undeniable that after the arrival of winter in the north, the first problem facing people is housing and heating, without houses and heating, many people will not survive this winter.

Red banners were hung on the streets, with slogans ranging from prohibiting the sale of illicit food and cracking down on crime, to promoting peace, stability and development, and calling on the people of the whole country to unite and rebuild their homes.

There is a long table outside the prefabricated room, and there are signs on each table to indicate the content of the business.

A large number of survivors poured into Fengshi, not only from the province but also from other provinces, and the queue at the table at the tracing registration office was more than a kilometer away.

Yan Zhen was going to inquire about the whereabouts of Wei Dongcheng and Sun Guobin, but when he saw this posture, he turned around and left, he asked a few vendors who were squatting on the side of the road selling pots and pans, and they all said that there had never been an RV in Fengshi, and if there were, the whole city would know about it.

He inquired again about the long-distance telephone, and the result was even more frustrating, a few days earlier it did, but later, because the people were scrambling for the phone, even the soldiers on guard could not stop the shooting, five were killed, and more than 20 were wounded.