Xia Mingwei flipped the switch, the shower head stopped spilling water, and he stared into his neck in the mirror, where there was still a faint burning pain.

"Mingwei, haven't you washed it yet?" The boss's voice came from downstairs, "After washing, hurry down and look at the store, don't procrastinate." ”

Never mind......

Check back later......

Xia Mingwei put on his shirt and pants, put on a black coat, dried his hair with a towel, picked up the book of "Norse Mythology", and quickly went downstairs.

"Then I'm out of the house, what's the matter call me." After the boss finished speaking, he hurriedly walked out of the café.

Seeing the boss leaving, Xia Mingwei sat down on the wooden chair behind the counter, and just opened the book in his hand when the guest came.

"Jingle ......"

The bell tied to the wooden door at the entrance of the café swayed, and a young man in a brown trench coat and black gloves pushed open the wooden door, walked in slowly, and turned his head to look around.

"Hello and welcome." Xia Mingwei said.

"Hello, Xia Mingwei." The young man in the trench coat sat down directly in front of the counter.

Looks European, but his Chinese speaks quite fluently......

Wait, how does he know my name?

Xia Mingwei closed the book, raised his eyes from the book, looked ahead consciously, and carefully examined the guest.

Black hair and blue eyes, three-dimensional facial features, but without losing a sense of softness, the guests are also very broad, and there is a laptop in his arm.

Whether standing, walking, or sitting, this is like a highly educated person, very upright and elegant, without looking pretentious and bloated.

"I should ......" Xia Mingwei stared at him and asked slowly, "I don't know you?" ”

"Let's put it this way." The young man in the trench coat smiled, "I am the one who gave you the book in your hand." ”

Xia Mingwei was slightly stunned, remembering the illustration in the book, and his spirit suddenly became vibrant.

He took out an empty cup from the basket, poured cold water with ice, and pushed it towards the young man, still asking in a calm tone:

"It looks like you're not what your boss says...... It's my friend. ”

"Of course, we didn't know each other before, but now we do." The young man took the cup, "My name is Annens, I am eighteen years old, and I am studying at Olibel University. ”

"Why did you leave this book to me, claiming to be my friend?" Shamingway probed further.

"Because I think there's something you want to know about, don't you?" Anlens took a sip of ice water.

"What do you know about that incident eight years ago?"

"All."

"Let's get straight to the point, what do you want me to do before you can tell me ......" Xia Mingwei paused, and said in a deep voice:

"The truth of the disaster that happened in the village where I used to live."

"Before I do that, I need you to understand some concepts so that I can make the necessary explanations."

"Please."

"Wait a minute, let me open this notebook."

As he spoke, Anlens had already set up the laptop screen, pressed the on/off button, and the screen lit up, which was an audio player-type software.

The catalog of the player, two videos are lying inside.

Xia Mingwei was calm on the surface, but his hands were trembling slightly.

So many years have passed, and before you know it, it's been eight years......

From the time he was nine years old to the present, everyone he met was constantly convincing him with a deafening voice, that it was just a natural disaster, and that it was really just a natural disaster that took away everyone in the village and town.

Even, no one was willing to give him a chance to defend himself, no one trusted him, and after listening to his narration, everyone just sighed to themselves, and then labeled him as "insane", "mentally wounded", etc., and muttered:

"What a poor child......

A long time has passed.

Subtly, it seems that even Xia Mingwei himself is about to believe it...... The scene imprinted in his mind as a child is really just a fantasy after his mental trauma.

In recent days, even the only close boss has told him to be sober and face life well.

But today, at this very moment, there is finally a person who can overturn all this.

Xia Mingwei was relieved, but trembling.

It was as if he had received a scroll of atonement from the world, and in the face of the sudden light, he was finally able to prove that he was not a madman, and that what he saw at that time was true.

But this inch of light may push him into a desperate situation, because if he convinces himself, he can still live in the normal world, but if he chooses the wrong path, then he has to face the monster. The monster that fell from the sky and killed all his relatives. The one wielded the sword of fire, and could easily slash through the mountains and the earth.

Shamingway walked outside the store, flipped the sign at the door from "Open" to "Close", and walked back to the store, turning his head to see Anlens's bony fingers moving and clicking on the touchpad.

After a while, he slowly spoke: "Okay, I hope you will watch these two videos first, and then make a final decision." ”

Shamingway came to Mr. Amrson's side, his eyes fixed on the video screen, which showed a scene of a port.

In a long voice, Aaronse said like a poet:

"This is the Danish port of Alinge, which was devastated by a tsunami last October, when the fishermen had just returned from sailing and the sky was raining heavily......"

Xia Mingwei interrupted him: "I'll watch it myself." ”

Aarons shrugged, "You don't have a sense of humor. ”

The port of Alinge, as Aarlens said, is dead and gray, with a bitter rain curtain falling, violently bombarding the sea, splashing the rolling tide, and several ship shadows rising and falling at the gray junction of the sky and the sea.

In the distance, a dark lighthouse glows with a cold fire in the dead world.

Inky tornadoes roared from across the sea, and the tide crashed against the harbor like thousands of devils roaring out of their cages to the high gate of death.

The tide crashed against the side of the boats, and the fishing boats were so turbulent at sea that many of the boats were already scrambling to throw out the cables in an attempt to climb to the surface of the pier before they even approached the pier.

But they failed.

The wind and rain were so strong that the sails were swept away, and the fishermen and boats were sent into the sky by the tornado.

"I seem to remember the news from a year ago." Xia Mingwei suddenly raised his eyebrows, "A port in Denmark was destroyed by a tsunami, but there was no mention on the news that there was a tornado at that time......"

"That's right, because it's a confidential matter." Anlens smiled, "I won't say anything, you can take your time." ”

Confidential Matters......

Like, what happened in my town at the time?

Xia Mingwei's expression was more focused, if things were really as he guessed, then the tsunami in Denmark a year ago might not be a simple tsunami......

Soon after, a huge black shadow suddenly appeared in the sky of Port Arlinge, and this huge shadow gradually passed through the atmosphere, through the dark clouds dancing with wisps of thunder.

"What is this?" Xia Mingwei frowned.

"Just look at it." Alens took a sip of ice water.

The light of the scorching sun pierced through the clouds and spilled into the gray world, and the huge shadow could not be hidden, but spread out its wings in the sunlight.

Its hideous and bloated figure also suddenly caught Xia Mingwei's eyes.

Xia Mingwei hoarsely spat out a word:

"Dragons?"

"That's right, Dragon." Aarons affirmed.

The video continues, centered on the body of the dark blue dragon, terrifying hot steam continues to gush out, and the torrential rain pushes the steam in all directions.

Wrapped in this blazing steam, the city's myriad mechanisms began to play—a high-speed carousel, a piercing evacuation announcement, a dark fountain with flowing water.

It's as if they're staging a crazy symphony, lest the world be chaotic.

And in the corner of the harbor, a bronze statue stands above a pillar welded of steel, which stretches out its fingers towards the dragon in the heights, and directs the grand performance in an upright posture.

The entire port of Arlinge was collapsing, and with the blue dragon's body as the center, tens of millions of violent steam continued to pour out, and the air currents from the wings pushed the steam to rage in all directions.

Eventually, it landed......

Bang –

The computer screen was just dark, and only the aftermath of the shock could be heard.

Whether it is the sound of thunder, rain, or the sound of the rain being evaporated by the dragon's high temperature, or the long roar of the blue dragon in the rain, it cannot erase the blankness and silence brought by stagnant thoughts.

Dragon? This is the truth about the paralysis of Port Arlinge? Xia Mingwei's eyes were shining, and the dark screen reflected his slightly awe-inspiring expression.

Anlens cocked Erlang's legs and asked him with interest, "How do you feel?" ”

Xia Mingwei helped his swollen forehead.

He wanted to say something, but his voice seemed to get stuck between his lips and teeth, and finally he just sighed softly and spat out a rough question from his throat:

"What the fuck...... What the hell is it? ”

"It comes from Greek mythology, one of the twelve main gods of Olympus." Anlens took a sip of ice water and said calmly:

"We generally call it, Poseidon, the god of the sea."