(PS: I've been up to 26th in just three weeks, so let me move up the list.) Ask for tickets and collect)

At midnight; A concave waning moon rose from behind the town of Chamberlain with a crimson blood. The alarm that sounded throughout the town also subsided.

Carrie staggered from afar, and in the distance behind her, flames were blazing, outlining the silhouette of the town's houses and the huge billboard that stood by the road in the distance.

But in Zhou Zhou's eyes, the fiercest flame was Carrie. The flame of her life was not large, but it was bright and blind, and it was already white around Carrie.

Carrie slowly turned into the courtyard and into the house.

Zhou Zhou wanted to fly in to observe, but hesitated and stopped. He thought of Carrie's telepathy.

Since her telepathy can be transmitted to him in his soul state, it is very likely that she can also detect him.

Zhou Zhou had to continue to wait, and after a while, Carrie walked out of the room, she didn't change her clothes, and walked out with a numb expression.

Carrie walked ten meters, and the doors and windows of the house flashed with fire.

After walking a hundred meters, smoke seeped out from the cracks of the house.

Zhou Zhou floated behind, following her past a backyard and through a pine and oak hedge that had not yet grown. Then there is a short trail – a footpath – that winds its way up to the right, forming an angle to Route 6.

She walked onto Route 6.

―――――― what does she want to do? Want to stand on the road and let the car crash!?

In the distance, the pillar of light of the headlights was on, and a car was speeding up, it was Billy's red Ford Mustang!

Carrie stood silently, the Ford Mustang's engine roaring, getting closer, closer and closer, and then ............ Thundered! Glass splattered, steel folded, and the entire front of the car deflated.

Carrie walked around the car, but this time her pace was much slower, her hands were on her heart, and her body was slumped.

Keep walking ten steps out of white until you turn a corner and you can't see the red Ford Mustang.

Then she slowly fell to the ground.

Zhou Zhou saw that the flame of her life was quickly extinguished.

Zhou Zhou nervously flew to her side.

Did ―――――― mission still fail?!

At this moment, two pillars of light approached in the distance.

Six black vans approached, lined up, and stopped beside Carrie.

The car door slammed open, and a dozen men in silver hazmat suits and masks stepped on the rough road, came to Carrie's side, and carried her onto a stretcher.

Finally, a middle-aged man in a black suit and black sunglasses stepped out of the car.

-- Jobs!

Zhou Zhou recognized him as the English teacher who loved to pretend.

"How's it going?" He grabbed one of the paramedic and asked.

"Tk overburst and heart failure. Epinephrine has been injected. But I think her heart may not be working. Heart surgery is required. ”

"So strict? The ones in the real yàn room don't have this problem. Jobs asked.

"In the past, those Tk magic boys in the real yàn room didn't have such strong abilities as hers, and it was assumed that the Tk magic boys in the natural environment had even more powerful abilities. Ten years into the organization, the assumption has now become a reality. Carrie did have a lot of those Tk Magic Boys. ”

"Especially that kind of psychic connection ability. If the commander of a small unit has this ability, a normal unit can match the SEAL Team Six. ”

"It's a pity that only women can inherit this Tk ability."

"Rescue her. We sacrificed the whole town of Chamberlain, and it would be a huge loss to lose her. Jobs instructed.

"Sacrifice? Isn't the organization going to rebuild the town? ”

"No, there's another surveillance target in Linzhen. This place has been abandoned by the organization. Put the clone down. I don't want to make a big deal out of it. Jobs said.

Zhou Zhou had been listening to their conversation from the side. He was surprised.

It turns out that the whole town of Chamberlain is just a real base! Those residents have unwittingly become guinea pigs, just to catalyze the ripening of Carrie's fruit!

Just as he was thinking this, the cold voice of the Lord God rang out.

"Save Carrie, mission accomplished. Begin teleporting back to the Overworld. Save an existing channel, which can be opened with 100 points for huàn points.

Complete the remaining main quests and earn 1ooo bonus points. The plot is now hidden. Rewards: D-level side story. ”

After hearing this, Zhou Zhou's eyes darkened and he fainted.

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*(Afterword quoted from Stephen King, Carrie the Witch.) I really can't bear to change a word)

Death report at Westofer Renji Hospital

name

N. White Carrie

(Last Name) (name) (middle name)

Attn: Rm

Address: 47 Carlin Street, Chamberlain, Maine, O2249

There is no ambulance number 16 in the emergency room

If the treatment is not delivered to the hospital, the immediate death is √ no

Time of death: 2o14/5/28 a.m. (approx.)

Cause of death: hemorrhagic shock, coronary artery closure, and/or coronary thrombosis (possibly)

The deceased is a witness named Susan D. Snell, 19 Chamberlain Road, Chamberlain Township, Maine, Zip Code O2249

No direct relatives

The body went to the Maine state government

(Signed): Harold Kibler, MD, Managing Physician

Pathologist Tm (Signed)

Quoted from a message received by the AP headquarters automatic receiver on Friday, June 5, 2o14:

CHAMBERLAIN, Maine, AP -- State officials say the death toll in the town of Chamberlain stands at 4,09, and 49 people remain on the missing list. Investigation into Kyrita White and the so-called "Tk" phenomenon is ongoing, and there are ongoing rumors that an autopsy of Miss White revealed structural abnormalities in her brain and cerebellum. The governor of the state has appointed a special commission to investigate the entire tragedy. Come to an end.

The Associated Press o3o3n last reported on June 5.

Quoted from page 3 of the Sunday, September 7 edition of the Livingston Sun:

TK's Legacy: Scorched Earth and Scorched Heart

Chamberlain - Ball nights are now history. As the saying goes, time heals all wounds, but the injuries suffered in this small town in western Maine were fatal. The residential area to the east of the town remains the same, with 200-year-old oak trees still standing gracefully on the street. The pretty sloping houses and ranch-style bungalows on Morin Street and Brikjard Hills are untamed. But adjacent to this idyllic New England landscape is a charred, dilapidated downtown area. Many tidy houses have front lawns with "For Sale" signs. Only the black veil hanging on the door indicates which houses are still inhabited. These days, the most common things on Chamberlain Street are the pale yellow trucks of the United Movers and the orange trailers of various sizes.

The town's main enterprise, the Chamberlain dyeing and weaving mill, still exists, and the fires that ravaged the town during the two days of May did not affect it. But it has been operating only once since June 4, and according to plant director William A. Chamberlis, further curtailments are likely. "We have orders," Chamberis said. "But you can't run a factory that doesn't have workers to come to work. We don't have workers. Since 15 August, I have received 34 notices of their intention to leave the company. All we can do now is to get rid of the dyeing room and subcontract the work. We don't want the workers to go, but it's a matter of economic survival. ”

Roger Ferran has lived in Chamberlain for 22 years and worked in the dyehouse for 18 years. During this period, he was promoted from a packer earning seven cents an hour to a foreman; But he was strangely indifferent to the fact that he might now be unemployed. "I'm going to lose a good income," Mr. Feren said. "It's not something you can take lightly. I've talked to my wife many times. We could sell the house -- it was worth at least $20,000 -- and even though we might not be able to sell it for half the money, we might still do it and sell it. Nothing remarkable. We really don't want to stay in Chamberlain anymore. In any case, Chamberlain was no longer fit for our habitation. ”

Fei Lun is not alone in thinking this way. Henry Klee was the owner of a cigarette and soda shop that was razed to the ground on dance night, but he didn't want to rebuild it. "The kids are gone," he shrugged. "If I reopen, it's going to be ghostly. I'm going to take the insurance money and retire to St. Petersburg. ”

In 1954, a hurricane caused huge casualties and damage to the city of Worcester. But a week later, the hammer was pounding everywhere, and the air was filled with the scent of new wood, and an atmosphere of optimism and human energy. This fall, however, was a different story. The rubble on the main street has been cleared, but that's about it. The faces of the people you meet are filled with despair and numbness. The men drank beer without saying a word at Frank's Bar on the corner of Sullivan Street, and the women talked about each other's grief and loss in the backyard. Chamberlain has been declared a disaster area, the government has provided funds to help rebuild the town, and has begun to rebuild the business district.

But for nearly four months, Chamberlain's main business was funerals.

44o people are now known to have died, and 18 more are missing. Sixty-seven of the dead were seniors at Ewen High School, where they were about to graduate. Perhaps it was this, more than any other reason, that made the Chamberlains lose their souls.

The students were buried at the Ranzi Public Sacrifice on June 1 and 2. A memorial service was held on June 3 in the town square. This is the most touching ceremony I have ever seen. There were thousands of people in attendance. When the school band, which had been reduced from 56 to less than 4o people, played the school song and funeral number, the audience fell silent.

A week later, a dull graduation ceremony was held at neighboring Morton College, where only 52 students survived to graduate. Henri Stampel, who gave his graduation farewell, burst into tears in the middle of his speech. There was no graduation party after the ceremony; The graduates took their certificates and went straight home.

As the summer wore on, more bodies were revealed, and the hearse was still on the move. For some residents, the scars are being uncovered every day, and the wounds are constantly bleeding.

If you're one of the many curiosity seekers roaming Chamberlain's Town last week, you've seen a town that is mentally ill and incurable. There were a few lost souls walking up and down the aisles of the chain store. The Congregational church on Carlin Street was gone, destroyed by fire. But the brick Catholic church still stands on Elm Street. The beautiful Methodist church, located on the outskirts of Main Street, was undamaged despite being burned by fire. However, very few people attend church. The old man still sat on the benches in the Court Square, but he lost interest in playing chess or even talking.

The general impression is that this is a town waiting to die. In these days, it is not enough to say that Chamberlain will never return to the past. To be closer to the truth, Chamberlain would never have existed at all.

From Principal Henry Greer's June 9 letter to Superintendent Peter Philpott:

…… So I feel that I can no longer continue in my current position, because I have always felt that such a tragedy could have been avoided if I had had been more far-sighted. If you and your colleagues agree, I hope you will accept my resignation from my current position as of July 1st

……

From a letter written by PE teacher Miss Rita Destittin to Principal Henry Greer on June 11:

…… Now I return my offer to you. I felt like I would kill myself if I continued to teach. In the dead of night I always thought: if I could have reached out to help that girl, what if ...... If......

In front of the foundation of what was once White's house, the lawn was painted with paint:

Kelly White was burned by her sins, and Christ would not sit idly by

Quoted from Dean D. L. McGuffin's "Psychic Actuation: Analysis and Consequence" (published in the Annals of Science 2o14):

In conclusion, I would like to point out that the bureaucratic use of the authorities - and I am referring here specifically to the so-called White Committee - is playing with fire.

Politicians seem desperate to treat Tk as a once-in-a-lifetime phenomenon. While this desire is understandable, it is unacceptable. From a genetic point of view, the chance of having another child is 99%. Now is the time for us to plan ahead......

Quoted from John R. Coombs, Slang Explained: A Parent's Guide (New York, Beacon Press, 2o14), p. 73:

To deceive Kelly: to cause violence or to defame; Harm; Confusion; (2) Arson (from Kelly White)

Quoted from page 2o1 of "The Potential of the Explosion":

As mentioned earlier in the book, in one of Kelly White's notebooks, there is a page that repeatedly copied a poem by the famous rock poet Bob Dylan of the 60s, as if she had copied it in desperation.

It would not be inappropriate to end the book with a few lines from another Bob Dylan song, which might serve as Kelly's epitaph: I wish I could write you a bland melody / It will save you, dear lady, not to go crazy / It will make you relaxed and calm / Stop the pain caused by your useless and meaningless knowledge......*

Quoted from page 98 of My Name is Susan Snell:

Now this little book is finished. I hope it sells well so I can go to a place where no one knows me. I want to think about everything to decide what I am going to do between now and when my light is brought into that long dark tunnel......

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