The Fantastical Beasts at World's End

To be honest, in this situation, normal people would feel a little panic-what if the fog doesn't clear?What if the government can't stop it?What if the glass is melted away and the fog pours in?

Luo Xiaochen is considered to have a relatively strong ability to withstand psychological pressure, and he was a little confused when listening to the words on TV.However, the sound insulation of this building is so good that it is almost impossible to hear the voices of other houses, and the voice of the anchor in the news is as calm as ever. After listening to it for a long time, people form an illusion of "it's really nothing".

And when Ye Zhao said in his usual calm tone: "There is only one layer of glass on the balcony but the sliding door has been closed, and the windows in other rooms are double-layered, so there will be no problem for the time being. If you want to take a shower, go now. I use the one in my room. Of course, if you want to continue standing here crazy, I have no problem."

"..." Luo Xiaochen instantly settled down, thinking to himself: Sure enough, at this time, he should be with abnormal people.

He packed up a few pieces of clothing, then pulled on his slippers and went into the bathroom. After a while, there was the sound of rushing water.

Ye Zhao turned around, checked a few windows, closed the kitchen door, drew the curtains of the two rooms, and walked to the study.He turned the handle and pushed the door open. There was no light inside, and it was dark. He could vaguely see the figure of Nie Renyan on the sofa that was wide enough, and he could hear his breathing, which was slight but peaceful and long.Ye Zhao went in and gently drew the curtains, then exited and closed the door.

Ye Zhao went back to his room and lay down on the bed after taking a shower, closing his eyes and thinking about what happened today, it was really a chaotic day.

He always felt that the fog would not last long, but he also felt uneasy.

Perhaps, all of this is just the beginning...

In the future... don't know what will become...

after……

"Boom—boom——" There was a drum sound coming from nowhere, long and dull, as if the animal skin covered had become worn out and covered with too much dust, and it hadn't sounded for many, many years.

"Woo-woo-woo--" a horn blows lowly, accompanied by the rhythm of the drum, two short sounds and one long sound.

The sound of the drums gradually became trembling to the eardrums, and the sound of the horns became louder and louder, like a slowly unfolding picture...

At the beginning, there was the sound of neat footsteps "swipe-swipe--", there were fine silver bells, and there was the sound of "clinking" of metal collisions.

As far as the eye can see are people in red linen clothes, wearing hideously painted masks, lined up in a long line, following the sound of drums and horns, after walking a few steps, they all waved the hemp whips in their hands, "crack ——" There was a crisp sound.

Someone is singing in a low voice, the words are vague, and the tone is weird: "...Uncle Xiong eats charms, Teng Jian eats ominous food, blames all food, Bo Qi eats dreams, Qiang Liang and Zu Ming share food and death..."

He turned his face, the two pairs of golden eyes on the mask were so strange that it made people tremble, and from the corner of his grinning mouth, there was a deep voice that continued to chant, "...Hurru body, pull Rugan, cut your flesh, Pump your lungs and intestines, don't rush, the latter is food..."

……

Even if Luo Xiaochen had Ye Zhao's courage, he couldn't close his eyes safely. He drew the curtains and stared at the whiteness outside all night.

But the fog that came suddenly also went away suddenly.At about five o'clock in the morning, Luo Xiaochen couldn't stand it anymore and leaned against the bedside and dozed off for a few minutes like a chicken pecking at rice. When he opened his eyes again, the outside had turned black before dawn. The milky white mist that was so thick that it seemed to be overflowing had dissipated without a trace.

He got up and rushed to the window, looked up and down, and confirmed that the thick fog had really dissipated.

"Tsk, what a tormenting night!" Luo Xiaochen shook his head and sighed, but his tone was filled with relief and joy, "Heh - I can finally sleep well." He shrank into the bed and sighed He took a deep breath, closed his bloodshot eyes, and fell into a deep sleep within a few minutes.

When he woke up again, it was broad daylight and it was a rare sunny day when he could see the sun.The curtains have not been drawn, and the long-lost sunlight shines in through the glass, forming mottled light and shadows, making people so greedy that they don't want to get up from the bed.

Luo Xiaochen stretched his waist, put on his clothes and planned to go out to wash up, when he passed by the main room next door, he found the door was open, Ye Zhao was sitting on the edge of the bed in cotton home clothes and lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Well, are you awake? Did you sleep well last night?" Luo Xiaochen knocked on the door twice and walked in, "Oh, no, your old man's strong nerves will definitely not be affected...Damn it!"

He walked in to see what Ye Zhao was holding, and he stuttered: "You, you, you... What are you doing?!"

"Huh?" Ye Zhao looked up at him, holding an exquisite dagger, the blade was so shiny that it could open the eyes of an aluminum-titanium alloy dog.

Luo Xiaochen shrank his neck: "Then what, I haven't provoked you recently, right...Could it be Nie Renyan?! Hey! Don't be too hard on yourself! I told you that if you stabbed to death, you won't find another one!"

Ye Zhao: "..."

He took the scabbard carved with complicated patterns from the side, inserted the dagger into it, and said, "Thinking too much is also a disease, do you want to go to your colleague to have a look?"

Luo Xiaochen: "..."

Ye Zhao shook the handle of the dagger, and said, "I had some messy dreams last night, and I found them when I got up." He laughed at himself, "It's kind of weird to say , see if this heart can be at ease."

"Ah? When did you buy it? Did you sharpen it?" Luo Xiaochen took the dagger from his hand, pulled out his thumb and scratched it, "Damn it, this is a controlled knife!"

"I didn't buy it. Why should I buy a dagger? It's quite old. I found it in an old box when I was a child. I probably liked it at that time, so I kept it all the time, but I didn't take it much later. I've been out." Ye Zhao got up after finishing speaking, "You wash up, I'll fry eggs. Are you going to the consultation center today?"

"It really is an old thing. The pattern is very strange, but it is very beautiful!" Luo Xiaochen studied the pattern on the sheath over and over again, and replied without raising his head: "I asked for a day off, and I'm fine today."

"Well, just right." Ye Zhao said as he walked towards the kitchen, "Help me take Nie Renyan to the hospital this afternoon."

"Ah?" Upon hearing this, Luo Xiaochen put the dagger back on Ye Zhao's bed and ran out, "Send him to the hospital? Okay! Hey, but the hospital is probably going to be busy today. I don't know if I come down this night. How many people have accidents."

"En." Ye Zhao responded, and turned on the TV as he passed the living room, which was broadcasting a temporary press conference held by the government.

Luo Xiaochen went to the bathroom to squeeze toothpaste and came out with a toothbrush in his mouth to check the situation.

The spokesperson stood in front of the stage in a suit and leather shoes, with a solemn face, and said solemnly: "...With the efforts of experts from all sides and the emergency rescue team, despite the fierceness of the poisonous fog, we still controlled the development of the situation. At around [-]:[-] in the morning, the poisonous smog was cleared in various areas one after another, and we assure the public that the government will do its best so that everyone can have a stable and peaceful life..."

The author has something to say: ah~ I forgot to say "... Xiong Bo eats charms, Teng Jian eats ominous things, blames all food, Bo Qi eats dreams, Qiang Liang and Zu Ming share food and death..." "...He Your body, pull your body, cut your flesh, pump your lungs and intestines, you are not in a hurry, the latter is food..." These two sentences are from "Book of the Later Han·Etiquette" (￣▽￣")