On January 2, 2152, the global human race, quietly waiting for the end of the world, found that nothing seemed to have happened.

So, everyone continued to do what they had to do, fighting, looting, suppressing, patrolling to maintain order, reuniting with their loved ones...

January 3 at 10 a.m. Beijing time.

Dalian City, Liaoning Province, China, in a seaside villa in the Hongxinghai Worldview Community.

This is the property that Adele's parents bought for retirement a long time ago, and the family of three is sitting together on a white leather sofa on the terrace on the third floor.

In front of the sofa, there is a long square glass coffee table, on which several sets of white tableware are randomly placed, holding soybean milk, fried dough sticks, steamed buns, white porridge, mustard and other Chinese breakfasts.

To the right of the three of them, a 3D image of current affairs is projected.

Adele, on the other hand, seemed unmoved by the global emergency broadcast in the news, and buried herself in eating soy milk fritters.

"Sissi, you've eaten three fritters, be careful that your cholesterol is too high..." Zhang's mother, who was full of silver hair, looked at her only daughter who drank soy milk lovingly, and said in Chinese with a smile.

Adele Zhang, that is, Zhang Qian put down the cup and shook her fingers, wiped her right hand on the big flower cotton jacket, hugged her mother's neck sitting on her right side, and said in a coquettish voice: "Oh, I've been on a diet for more than ten years, and I don't know what the future holds..."

Zhang's father's name is Zhang Da, a retired economist, his body is still very strong, graceful, and his hair is dyed black and shiny.

At this time, he stretched out his hand and pointed to several red electric fishing boats full of heavily armed militiamen cruising on the blue sea not far away, and said: "I am still optimistic about the current situation, because the situation in the country is not bad, except for some high-rise buildings or bridges that have been blown up by unknown people, as in other countries, there have been no riots." Thanks to the military, the police, and the militia boys patrolling day and night. But the surrounding countries, especially the neon country..."

Just now, the news was playing the picture of the riots in Tokyo in the neon country, groups of men with white bands on their heads, carrying various weapons, looking for female passers-by who were alone or even protected by men... And then...

The U.S. forces stationed in Japan and the Neon Nation Self-Defense Forces are huddled in their respective bases and in the Imperial Palace of the Neon Nation, resisting the frantic attack of the Neon Nation police, who have already rebelled and are loyal to the Three Princes.

Zhang Qian picked up a piece of sugar cube on the small white porcelain plate in front of her, threw it into a white empty porcelain cup, then picked up a white plastic thermal insulation kettle, poured the soy milk into the cup, and then used a small steel spoon with a lot of slight wear and tear into the cup and stirred it slowly, smelling the rich bean fragrance and saying: "Fortunately, my college classmate Kyoko has long been hiding in a military base with her family. ”

After speaking, she picked up the small steel spoon, held it in her mouth, and tested the temperature of soy milk as usual, and then bit the spoon and looked up at the news.

At this time, Zhang Da got up and returned to the house, took out two bottles of glass-filled Tsingtao beer from the refrigerator, returned to the terrace, and winked at Zhang Qian.

Zhang Qian comprehended, took one of the bottles from her father's hand, and planned to pry the cap with a small spoon as usual.

Seeing this scene, Mother Zhang shook her head and said, "Hey, what the hell is the end of the world, making you two blatantly commit all kinds of taboos in front of me!" ”

Zhang Qian, who lowered her head and snickered, suddenly froze her smile, and she found that the small spoon, which was usually very hard, was bent under her fiddling.

This small spoon has a history of more than 60 years, and the middle of the spoon handle is engraved with a vague emblem of Peking University, which is the beloved object of Zhang Da's father, and then used as a gift to his more beloved granddaughter.

Zhang Qian immediately put the spoon in front of her eyes and took a closer look, and found that there were faint maroon rust stains on it, so she said, "Mom, why is this spoon rusty?" Isn't it stainless steel? ”

Zhang's mother said, "Huh? I didn't pay much attention to it, was it because we moved here and the sea breeze was stronger? I just saw that the old iron pot that had been cleaned and burned dry at home also showed rust stains, which had never been seen before. ”

Zhang Qian let out an "oh", and then vigorously broke the spoon, only to see it slowly bent from the middle to ninety degrees.

After a few more rounds of spoons in the opposite direction, "Smack!" With a thud, the spoon broke.

She carefully placed the broken part of the spoon in the sunlight to observe, closed her eyes and held her forehead to think for a while, opened her eyes suddenly, and said to the computer on the coffee table: "Hey! si

i！ Help me call Commander Huang Zhizhong's number, I want to video call him! ”

Seeing this, Zhang Da and his wife silently packed up some of the tableware on the coffee table and returned to the house.

Soon, a major general officer wearing a Chinese Army urban camouflage one-piece combat uniform with the main color of navy blue appeared in the projection screen in front of Zhang Qian.

Looking at the background behind him, there is a large sparsely populated street, scattered with pedestrians and patrolling military police.

Huang Zhizhong looked left and right, and said to Zhang Qian: "Ms. Zhang Qian, I am very busy now, may I ask you for something?" ”

Zhang Qian said with a smile: "Commander Huang, the highest-ranking Chinese officer I can find is you, I have found a major piece of information, which is related to the end of the world, and I need to call the chief directly to report to him." ”

Huang Zhizhong lowered his head and thought for a moment, and said: "I am only a military division commander, and I can't immediately meet your request, I can only report to the commander of the large military region, but I believe that with your identity and background, your request will be passed by the top layer by layer." ”

Zhang Qian said: "Then I trouble you, it is about the future of mankind, I hope you will reply to me as soon as possible, in minutes and seconds, the sooner the better." ”

At this time, the commanders of the major military regions were holding a video conference with the chief to report on the patrol work in various places, and the commander of the northern military region saw the information sent by his subordinates in the dynamic column below the 3D image, and immediately reported the new situation to the chief.

Five minutes later, Ms. Zhang's call asked for the chief's approval.

The two had a brief exchange of five or six minutes in the video.

After hanging up the call with the big chief, Zhang Qian hurriedly asked the computer to connect to the communication with UN Secretary-General Jose.

Looking at Jose, whose eyes were bloodshot in the projection screen, Zhang Qian squeezed out a smile and said, "I probably know what the enemy means by destroying human civilization. ”

José, who looked very tired and supported his head with one hand, immediately stood up and said, "Speak." ”