games don't become reality

Listening to the nervous sound coming from his ear, Conan tried hard to control his breathing, but he couldn't do it at all.

He used to only see words like "meteorite" and "end of the world" in film and television works, how ridiculous. Not long ago, he just complained to Xiaolan, and the current works don't consider reality at all.

In such a time of life and death, where is there any chance to discuss love and consider the love of children?

But when he heard the news and rushed over, he just wanted to call her with Shinichi's voice.

I love you very much and I will be by your side.

If this is the last moment of my life, then I will also use that last minute to tell you that I will always be by your side.

Listening to the girl on the other end of the phone talking about the trivial matters of life, Conan felt that his chest was becoming more congested.He tightly held the mobile phone in his hand, and when the car stopped, he said a few words in a hurry and hung up the phone.

"Are you in position?"

"Yes, this is our estimated landing location..." When he said this, the black-skinned man sitting in the driver's seat took a deep breath.

What happened this time was too sudden, and the original calculations and predictions became a drag.

The time was advanced by a full day, making it impossible for them to shoot it down before they got close.

"Things have happened, and it's pointless to think about how it happened now."

Only when this matter is completely resolved, can we have the opportunity to think about all that.

Who would have thought that such a coincidence would happen?

And no one noticed the change at all.

If it weren't for the fact that a large number of people collectively took a blank look and ignored the monitoring, Toru Amuro would have wondered if all this was a conspiracy that had been designed long ago.

It's really like a conspiracy.

"What are you thinking? You didn't say it yourself. Is it fatal to be distracted in this kind of thing?" Conan jumped out of the car and urged.

Originally, he just habitually went to the coffee shop downstairs to have breakfast, but in the blink of an eye, he overheard such a serious matter.

"That's right." Quickly sorting out his emotions, the man got out of the car and stared at the sky above his head with burning eyes.

He knew about meteorites earlier than ordinary people, but he was just racing against time.

"We're going to get there as fast as we can..."

While speaking, the meteorite incident has also been fermented.

When everyone saw the news on the Internet, they thought it was some unscrupulous little advertisement, but when the news spread all over the world, panic began to spread, even if it wasn't for the years of peace plus The "heroes" on the Internet appear to have a sense of presence from time to time, and some similar stampede incidents have already occurred.

Where no one can see, those negative emotions, fear, fear, accusation, and despair are gradually forming an energy, condensing in the sky, as if they are going to gather together to form a new force.

Although those emotions are abundant and powerful, they seem to be incompatible, condensed and entangled in the air, and they are easy to disperse after a long time.

In addition to the hustle and bustle of the oncoming style, they can even see the sky above their heads that has begun to change color.

The countdown to life has arrived, and they can even hear the sound of the hourglass slipping down.

The only way to break the meteorite with a weapon before it hit the ground is a pity they found it too late.

"Even if the calculation is correct, I'm afraid it will cause a lot of losses this time."

The falling range of the meteorite has reached a level where they cannot easily use weapons. If they have not entered the range of the earth before, then they can do whatever they want, but now... there are naturally more things to consider.

"Hey, is... is it alone?" Conan originally thought about whether he should send a text message last time, but when he raised his head, his original nervousness and despair were covered by another emotion.

"What?" Toru Amuro, who had been able to maintain his composure all this while looking up at the sky, began to doubt his eyes.

He saw that a man wearing a shoddy yellow jumpsuit appeared in the air. The completely unreasonable action trajectory and... the meteorite that could already be seen by the naked eye made them have an absurd guess in their hearts. .

On the one hand, these two materialist stalwarts simply don't believe such a thing can happen.

On the other hand, they can't help but beg that it's going to happen, and that it's going to be as perfect as any sci-fi blockbuster.

If you rely solely on weapons and equipment, it is true that it is possible to shatter the meteorite, but those large fragments will also cause incalculable losses.

Breathing became slow, even the sound of the wind, everyone in this area raised their heads.

When the sky darkened, they were already hiding at home, tremblingly making wishes.

'Will a hero appear? '

'In this world, is there really that kind of hero who can save the world? '

--some.

Sitting on the railing, Minamoto looked up at Saitama who was still in the air.

The other party's expression was still lazy, as if he didn't take those things to heart at all.

He doesn't have a particularly strong sense of mission, nor does he have the kind of responsibilities and obligations that must be his.

It's just because he wanted to do it, and it just happened to happen.

A 'hobby hero' for no reason.

There wasn't any heart-pounding cool scene, and there wasn't even a little foreshadowing. It was like beating a mosquito. Everything was solved simply and easily.

It's like in a film and television work, the bg jumps directly to the finale before it starts playing, as subtle as it is.

But seeing Saitama like this, whether it's Genos who is trying to show off and finally falls to the ground next to him, or others will feel that Saitama is like the sun.

The stones shattered, and pieces of broken stones fell to the ground, as if hitting people's hearts.

That was enough to destroy too many meteorites, but the most that can be done at this moment is smashing through the ceiling of other people's homes.

"Am I dreaming?" For Conan, everything in front of him was like a dream.

After all, what is flying into the sky, what is smashing a meteorite with a punch.This is—too inconsistent with the logical thinking of normal people.

But the fact is that, there is still no picture at all, everything they witnessed with their own eyes.

Compared with the little detective whose three views exploded, the other one next to him reacted faster.

All the departments of the Japanese public security union have been waiting here early. In fact, it has been revealed before that someone may come to the rescue after this. It is best to take prepared measures to appease the people.

"Is the... hero you are talking about saving the scene?" The phone in his hand was about to slip, and Toru Amuro still couldn't react when he said this.

But it doesn't matter, it's just seeing the other side of the world.

With a good memory, he had already seen that the man who shattered the meteorite with his fist was not far in front of them, and standing beside him happened to be a celebrity.

"S-Class Hero" Genos.

"No, originally...the person in charge of this incident should be a conjurer..." The answerer's eyes were also dull, and standing next to him was Gojo Satoru who had just left and returned.

His current appearance doesn't match his integrity and reliability at all, and he still has a strong air of unreliability.

Gojo Satoru: "As expected of Saitama~ Really amazing~"

If it were him, he might be able to do it, but there is no way to show the understated bossy temperament like Saitama.

Of course, this is also related to the cool look of his big move.

"Mr. Wutiao, is it okay if you don't go?" the man asked while covering the phone receiver.

After all, the conjurer is still an official organization, and it is much more reliable than that completely anonymous person.

"He's from the League of Legends, and it doesn't matter whether it's me or him who solves the problem."

"...No, it might be very important." The faces of people who are always observing the news on the Internet become ugly. Out of consideration for all aspects, they will praise "heroes" and hide "conjurers" just because of negative emotions Once this kind of thing is exposed, it will have endless effects.

But that doesn't mean they're going to erase the achievements of both.

But the development of the current social form is somewhat deformed. I don't know when the symbolic and entertainment significance of heroes will far exceed the actual significance.

Even the hero becomes a star in another sense.

Constant consumption also makes the public feel that a hero is just a 'money-making tool' under a maple sugar coat.

Not long after the incident happened, even the government agencies like them had not had time to breathe a sigh of relief, the reports on the incident on the Internet were in full swing.

The footage of Saitama breaking the meteorite with one punch is also widely circulated.

But for this, there is not a single positive comment on the Internet.

Not even a word of praise for the hero.

There are two mainstream voices on the Internet. One is that Saitama is an out-and-out shameless villain who has taken other people's honor.

The other is that this is a new farce created by the country.

Just to praise the so-called heroes.

"Hero" is such a beautiful word that represents light, it seems that it has changed its taste in the eyes of these people.

There is a lot of noise on the Internet, but in reality, no one can speak.

At least for now, everyone is still indulging in the fear just now.

After all, all of this is not fake, and nothing can replace the fear that really exists.

"Saitama!" Yuan Qianyi originally wanted to rush over to hug Saitama immediately, but in less than a second just now, Saitama was so handsome that he exploded.

But the one who moved faster than her was Genos, who was always a fan of Saitama, but this time he was desperate to do something but was rescued.I even watched a wonderful performance by the teacher for free. Genos can play Saitama for three days and three nights without repetition.

Conan, who was still considering whether to come over, his eyes lit up when he saw Yuan Qianyi, and he ran over directly relying on the fact that he was an ignorant child.

He looked at Saitama eagerly, and his tone was still a bunch of whimpering.

He really - really wants to know what's going on!

Although he knew that dodging pistol bullets was considered a normal operation, but hammering and exploding meteorites with one hand...

and many more!

Conan suddenly felt that his common sense seemed a little less common sense.