Apocalyptic Forecast

In the quiet cafe, a distant roar came.

Guests in their seats looked up anxiously in the distance, but they could not see anything, and the street was quiet.

The guards passing by told those who asked for help politely that only a little thing had happened and it would be resolved soon. Please stand still and do n’t panic and run.

Soon, a waiter with a plate politely issued a verification bracelet and a map of the nearest shelter to each customer, and successfully calmed down some people's uneasiness without any hassle and preparation.

"Sir, your bracelet and map."

When the waiter came to the corner, he saw the man sitting on the chair.

The skinny man turned his back to the gate and looked down at the chessboard in front of him.

It's a pity that no one came to play against him.

Only the broken pieces on the board gradually showed cracks. As the waiter approached, the last two pieces fell apart.

Strangely, the glass pieces on the board seem to have only one side, and all are chariots and bishops.

Only the lonely king is still in the hands of the chess player.

When the chess player is focused, there seems to be some strange magic that makes the surroundings quiet and can't bear to disturb.

The waiter hesitated to stand beside him, wondering if he should speak, and he raised his head.

Two deep blue eyes in the deep eye socket moved flexibly, making the waiter take a step back.

Was looked at by this skinny man, as if being stared at by something bad, it made people hairy. But his language is low and full of magnetism, making people feel close and trustworthy.

"Is something wrong?" He asked.

The waiter hesitated and handed over the contents of the plate: "This is your verification bracelet and a map of the nearest shelter. If something happens, you can go quickly."

"I will."

He smiled at the waiter and emphasized again softly: "I will."

His smile is kind and kind, which is reassuring. The waitress couldn't help smiling and turned away happily.

Left him alone facing the silent chessboard, contemplating.

Until his hands, the piece representing the king also showed a tragic trace.

In a trance, there seemed to be some mourning in the distance.

"The wail of the ruler?"

He murmured softly: "It seems to be no different from the voice of the ruled."

"Don't you feel sorry? Mr. Morando."

Opposite him, on the empty seat, came a low and elegant voice, with a reserved Roman accent.

The phantom-like middle-aged man was holding an exquisite cane, dressed in a gown, and the faintly white temples rested neatly and seriously, with long hair combed behind his head.

Asked curiously: "Or, the upper class you believe ushered in a tragic ending, don't you feel so guilty if you stand idly by?"

"Guilty? Why?"

Moranda asked: "Because of my previous belief?"

"Exactly." The elegant man nodded.

"I think you made a mistake, Mr. Mathers."

Moranda shook his head slightly and smiled mockingly: "From the beginning, belief in this kind of thing was a stolen and slick exchange for human beings. It is not equivalent, nor can it be called fair."

"Just a verbal praise, I want peace, I just want to give a little money and I want to live for a hundred years, just a little piety, I want to get a blessing to heaven. Is n’t it a ridiculous thing? ? "

"Regardless of whether the object of belief comes from the kingdom of heaven or the abyss, whether the other party promises whether it is happy land or hell, it does not even need to investigate whether those promises are possible, whether it is truth or lies."

Said flatly: "The so-called faith is the greedy demand of the weak without shame, a begging and a fluke in the face of fear."

Told his opinion so frankly, he asked seriously: "Since I have no shame, why should I be ashamed?"

Mathers raised his eyebrows slightly: "So, do you hate faith?"

"No, on the contrary, I crave faith more than anyone! I know my own weakness and incompetence, and I know my limitations."

Moranda told him seriously and seriously: "I want to believe, I want to have a strong faith. So, who gives me strength, who I believe in. It's that simple."

Mathers seemed stunned.

Looked at the collaborator in front with a slight consternation. For a long time, he sighed admiringly: "It doesn't matter whether your words make sense, but for so many years, I really haven't met someone like you."

"Is this bad?" Morando asked. "Or is it so disgusting to be so shameless?"

"No, I find it more enjoyable."

Mathers propped his cane closer and laughed softly: "A long time ago, those preaching priests would say that long ago, human beings lived in a beautiful heaven, following the orders of the gods and living carefree Live, but do n’t eat the fruits of the tree, do you know why? "

"Appreciate further details."

"Because only the guilty person who ate the apple knew shame."

Mathers said, "Shame is something that is prepared for people who have original sin and who have a true faith. They will only disdain and sneer."

Morando laughed: "Do you think I am innocent, Mr. Mathers?"

"No, it's better to say that you and I belong to the kind of sinful and evil people?" Mathers shook his head: "Where can there be pure righteous people like you and me who fall into the abyss with **** hands?"

"So what's the point of this story?"

"If it is to seek meaning, then it may only explain one truth."

Mathers laughed mockingly:

"From the beginning, the so-called faith is a lie."

Boom!

A deep, loud noise came from afar.

In the hands of Orlando, the crystal king's chess piece cracked again, and a faint ink color emerged from it, flowing out of the king's face.

Seems like blood.

"The king will die."

Mathers raised his hand and spread his palm. Between five fingers, a blood-red **** slowly appeared wearing a sacred crown, wearing a pure white dress, holding a rose rosary pawn, and his face was Morando. Looks like.

"I think it's time for you to appear next."

He got up slowly, put the **** in Morando's hand, bent down, and whispered softly in his ear: "The last" Bishop "Your Excellency."

"I will."

Moranda folded his fingers together calmly and asked again: "How about you?"

"Huh?" The middle-aged gentleman who was about to leave stopped and looked back puzzled.

"Aren't you going to appear on the chessboard?"

Mathers laughed, took off the round hat on the hanger, and put it on his whitened hair: "For chess players, there is no need to put anything on the chessboard, is it? "

Moranda didn't speak again.

Mathus nodded and turned away.

Walked past the seat by the window, his footsteps slightly paused, seemingly glanced down inadvertently.

The seat was a man with a haggard expression, with thick dark circles, wearing an inconspicuous gray suit, frowning and drinking unsweetened black coffee.

He looked up at Mathers, who also glanced at him.

The two of them calmly withdrew their eyes and continued to run their things.

As it was then

Twenty minutes ago, above the sea beyond the asterisks, the sea was calm and the weird silence covered everything.

In the distant London border, the heavily guarded Astronomical Society Headquarters, after the 16th floor underground, after double verification of identity and password, transfer to a special elevator, and after another source and quality comparison, the old elevator began to load again. The passengers sink.

Straight down, then down.

Overhead floor · L8.

The iron fence at the entrance of the elevator slowly opened, and a middle-aged man wearing a gray overhaul came out and heard the sound of a musical on the old TV.

The long table at the door was throwing a cold pizza, but the chair was empty.

Until the low sound of the toilet flushing came from the compartment, an old security guard with a belly came out from the inside, shook his legs, and returned to his position.

"Apply a report?"

He flipped through the middle-aged man and handed in the documents, checked the signature above, turned over a register and handed it over, signed it, and finally grabbed a pen and ticked it, opened the drawer and took out a bunch of keys, Get up and say, "Come with me."

The door to the warehouse was opened.

There is no smell of dust in the air, and a good ventilation system maintains a constant temperature without even any musty smell.

Is pure, nothing tastes.

Can't hear any sound.

Only the crisp sound of leather boots stepping on the floor gradually deepened.

Until the end, stopped in front of a huge square cabinet, the guard checked the number on the dust cloth and nodded.

"[No. TS-7767], this is it." He asked back, "Do I need to use it here? Take it away."

The middle-aged worker wearing a gray overhaul responded: "Do not take away."

"Who will use it?" The guard asked, "Do I need help?"

"Need."

"Then wait a moment."

The fat guard reached out and pulled off the dustproof cloth, exposing the huge globe well-kept underneath that was about the size of a normal person, fixed between four brass tracks, but except for the latitude and longitude and the common meridian .com ~ has a new scale, which is confusing.

Next to the globe, there is a small stove and crucible, and a can of animal fat sealed.

Soon, the fire burned from the stove, and the fat in the crucible was melted by the heat and turned into a clear liquid.

After another three minutes, the fat boiled, glowing like a flame.

The fat guard picked up the pliers, set up a crucible full of boiling grease, and walked towards the ladder next to the globe. He stepped up the ladder with some difficulty.

"Coordinates?"

"East Asia, south of the West Polis Sea."

The middle-aged worker looked down at the data on the signature version and reported: "Longitude 124.35946 ... Latitude 2.7653475 ... Depth 1.95."

"What about time?"

"After three seconds."

So, after three seconds, the boiling grease poured on the coordinates of the globe, and the illusion disappeared.

Is done.

The fat guard climbed down hard and shook hands with the middle-aged worker. After signing two more words, he packed everything up, returned the ladder to its original position, and covered it with a dust cloth.

Finally left the storeroom, closed the door, and watched the comrades leave, the fat guard returned to his chair and continued to eat the cold pizza.

The sound of melodious music came from the TV.

New program is about to start

At the same time, the endless sea.

The sky broke.