The sea breeze is gusting, and the harbor in the coastal area looks a little empty.

Because of the fog in the Pacific Ocean, there were hardly any ships arriving at the ports of the Coast during this time.

Basically, no one went to sea during this time, and even if they went to sea, even on the sea with information blockage, they could know through radio or the Internet that there was a very dangerous thing approaching on the sea at this time, and they needed to return as soon as possible.

There were basically no pedestrians on the street, and everyone could feel a dark cloud hanging over their heads, which made everyone feel a little depressed.

Although there have been similar experiences in the past few times, and all the incidents have been dealt with, there is always this fear in the hearts of people after such an incident.

It is a fear from the depths of the heart, a deterrent to the imminent arrival of death, which no one can avoid.

On the dock, there is only one man who sits here for ten years, setting up his fishing rod and quietly looking at the endless sea.

From the time he got into fishing, the man would sit here every day, preparing his tools until he caught the fish.

If he is lucky enough to catch a fish and has plenty of time, he will fish a little longer and not leave until dusk.

If he's unlucky and never catches a fish, he'll even prepare lanterns and tents to fight the fish here.

In addition, his surname is He, and he is nicknamed Emperor He.

"Lao He, are you still fishing today?" A crew member, temporarily unemployed because he had stopped going to sea, crouched next to the man, tinkering with his hands in his toolbox, picking up floats and distinguishing them.

The man took out a cigarette case from his coat pocket and gestured to the crew, who raised his hand and refused, "Forget it, I've quit, every time I go to sea, it's always not enough to smoke, and now I'm used to the days when I don't smoke." ”

"That's good, I'll be a crew member in the future, maybe I can quit smoking." The man took a cigarette from the cigarette case and put it in his mouth, covered the sea breeze with his hand, and lit a cigarette for himself.

"You spend every day fishing here, and you're still a crew member? I think you just want to go out to sea to fish," the crew took out each float and glanced at it, then put it back, "Anyway, haven't the relevant departments already issued a notice?" It is said that the sea has been very dangerous recently, and the general public should not approach. ”

The man sneered, "Hmph, do you think I'm an ordinary citizen?" ”

The crew laughed, "Indeed, you are Emperor He Tiandi, you have to come to fish every day when the thunder doesn't move, and you are indeed not an ordinary citizen if you dare not listen to your wife's words." ”

The sea beneath the two of them took on a dull dark blue, and the crew had a very depressed feeling in their hearts, "But anyway, I still think it's better for you to stop fishing lately, and stay away from the sea, what if something happens?"

"This is the world of the transcendental, you are an ordinary person, what can you afford?"

The man spat out a puff of smoke rings and said in a calm tone, "It's okay, didn't you say it all?" It's still a few days before the fog drifts over, and you know that fishing is like smoking, and if you don't do it for a while, your heart will itch.

"Isn't there a few more days? When I've caught enough fish in the past few days, I'll definitely leave, far from the sea. ”

The crew listened to the man's words, and although the latter's words sounded light, they did not relieve the depression and anxiety in his heart.

The sky in the distance was foggy, as if a storm was coming.

"Then again, haven't all the neighboring coastal districts issued evacuation orders? I heard that my third uncle said that yesterday he was frantically packing up and preparing to leave the city, and first went to live with my second grandmother for a few days. The crew crouched beside him, feeling his legs tingle, so he stood up, dragged the man's suitcase, and sat down as a chair.

"Now that several other districts have issued evacuation orders, why haven't we moved here at all? Could it be that the fog doesn't drift towards us? ”

The man put his right hand on the fishing rod, sensing the movement of the rod at any time, and did not forget to reply, "Who knows?" Aren't the people above just gods and ghosts for a while, and there are a lot of things that have happened in our coastal area during this time, maybe the people above feel that this matter has become accustomed to it. ”

This is a far-fetched explanation, but since no one has ever explained the reason, they can only guess at will on weekdays.

Anyway, it's just a guess, and it won't spread any remarks, it's like just rubbing outside.

Whew-

A slightly cold wind blew on the faces of the man and the crew, as if he suddenly felt the rod move, and the man's expression suddenly became fierce, and he grabbed the rod and lifted it violently, wanting to feel the weight.

But, alas, none of the fish were hooked.

Not to mention fish, there is nothing on the hook except bait.

"Huh?" The man felt a little strange, "What's going on?" Didn't I feel something bite? ”

In confusion, the man suddenly felt someone next to him poke his shoulder.

He looked at the crew next to him, only to see that the crew's face was pale and their eyes were always looking ahead.

"What's wrong?"

The man followed the crew's gaze and looked ahead, but at the horizon, he saw an extremely terrifying scene.

The dark gray and light gray mist overlap each other, like an uneven picture of yin and yang.

The front end of the fog continued to spread forward, like a hideous roaring human face, struggling to crawl forward.

At this moment, they finally understood why the Federation gave the code name to this fog as a moving natural disaster.

Weeping, wailing, and roaring came from the depths of the fog, which was like a shell of protection from the outside world, keeping something more terrible under it.

The fog was pushing forward, and the fog of the outside world had created painful and distorted human faces, like victims trapped in rubber sheaths, sticking out their heads and hands to struggle out of them.

However, they could not break free, and could only stretch their arms or heads to a certain length, and then turn into a cloud of smoke and dust, as a trace of the fog spreading forward.

Over and over.

One after the other!

The sky is not grey.

Rather, it's because this fog obscures the colors of the sky.

Or rather, the crew at the beginning didn't see the sky at all, what he saw was this fog that swallowed the sky!

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