Chapter 144

As the guns poked out of the cabin and aimed forward, Luo Luo Bote first felt the wind, carrying the unpleasant smell of burning and the smell of rot, and then he saw a dark and gloomy fog.

"Grass (a plant)!" he said.

They were still more than ten kilometers away from the scheduled landing site. This distance was nothing in normal times, but now, it might cost them their lives.

But the helicopter couldn't risk crashing and hitting the mountain to force them in.

This was not worrying about nothing; the thick fog in front of the helicopter was clearly abnormal.

It was like an ocean perpendicular to the earth, hanging down from the gloomy clouds, and then stretching out boundlessly to both sides.

"I fuck his mother, which idiot site director caused this series of events?" The agent opposite Luo Luo Bote completely let himself go, cursing loudly.

If it weren't for these broken things, he would be on annual leave, teasing little girls on the beach, reading "The Shorter Logic" in the study, going to the sea to catch tuna, or going to the pole to hunt seals.

But now, everything is ruined.

He even thought he couldn't come back alive.

"Calm down, brother, too much anger will reduce your shooting accuracy."

Another agent held his gun steadily, his eyebrows slightly frowned behind the tactical goggles.

In the thick fog, shadows seemed to be moving.

So, the agent shouted at the gray fog again: "I love you! Baby!"

The voice fell, "bang, bang, bang—".

The agents opened fire on the huge shadow.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—"

The rocket pods mounted on both sides of the helicopter also spat fire.

The thick fog first boiled like water, countless filamentous tentacles formed in a scramble, clawing and gnashing, and then were forced back by the exploding rockets.

The shadows in the thick fog disappeared, not knowing if they were really far away, or hiding, setting a trap.

……

"The ancestors' words are really right, all fear comes from insufficient firepower. As long as there are enough star-annihilating ships, no matter how terrifying the SCP is, it doesn't count."

"Aren't you afraid that someone will order Zhao Zhao Zhao Zena to destroy 200% of the star-annihilating fleet?"

"Listening to this agent's meaning, the end of the world stems from a site? Doesn't that mean that as long as the Foundation's site has problems, it may drag the entire civilization to be buried with it? I dare not think about it. If the current Foundation has problems, will it drag the entire universe to be buried with it?"

"Don't worry, you and I are both individuals after the restart. The original you and I have already turned into flying ash in a world-destroying disaster."

……

Joel suspected he was involved in an invisible war.

Or during the time he hid, World War III broke out.

Dark red bloodstains were everywhere.

Broken bricks, rotten wires, glass slag, charred building boards…… useful and useless things were scattered all over the ground.

The houses symbolizing "home," "warmth," and "belonging" also cracked a lot.

The only strange thing was that there were no bodies.

Whether outside or inside, Joel didn't find any traces of bodies.

This is very abnormal.

Even carrion-eating beasts would leave hair and bones.

Natural decay would leave large areas of liquid and corrosion traces.

This anomaly made him terrified in the process of collecting food, water, fuel, and daily necessities.

For fear that if he wasn't careful, his body would evaporate into thin air.

He lived for a period of time by collecting supplies.

How long this time was, Joel couldn't give an accurate number, maybe a few months, maybe a few years.

——He burned the calendar.

A few weeks ago, on a day when the clouds were rolling, Joel was forced to go out to collect supplies.

He was cold and hungry, and couldn't stand it anymore, so he was forced to go out with courage.

In the fog, he couldn't see his fingers.

Joel could only half-squat, making marks while slowly groping forward.

This is not the worst.

What's worse is.

Just as he walked to the middle of the road, there was no village in front and no shop behind, and subtle movements suddenly sounded around him.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss—"

In the thick fog, something was squirming, and it was a large group.

Joel didn't delay, followed the marks, immediately ran toward the direction of home, and locked himself in the underground shelter.

In the darkness, he recalled everything that happened just now in fear.

Those things should be human-shaped, and there was a metal-like shell.

After he came out, he ushered in the abnormality of celestial phenomena.

A round sun hung at the top of the firmament, motionless for more than a whole week.

When Joel realized it wasn't that he was crazy, but that the world was crazy.

He almost went crazy.

Nothing is more crazy than the sun being wrong.

And there is nothing more confusing than losing the sense of time.

"Ha, what's the use of keeping you……"

Joel threw the calendar into the oven.

The dying flame licked the white paper excessively, the red and yellow enthusiasm wrapped it, the black traces invaded from the outside to the inside, spreading and burning wantonly.

The old era, the old calendar, turned into ashes in the firelight.

The time of order abandoned the survivors of the old days.

The survivors of the old days embraced the era of chaos.

As if responding, there were more and more anomalies.

Sometimes, small things would crawl in the rubble, and Joel would avoid them.

Once, something shaped like a woodlouse but as big as a cat crawled over, looked at Joel, and shouted "Stop!" at him.

He was terrified, immediately locked himself underground, and hid for several days. .

There were also things like airships floating in the sky from time to time.

They had small insect feet on the underside, and the whole looked like maggots, but they were covered with eyes.

When they landed, they would eat everything around them, whether it was house debris, trees, or even soil, but most of the time they stayed in the sky.

Time passed like this.

Until one day, Joel went out to scavenge for supplies again, and he found a dying person in the ruins.

He was covered in wounds, dressed like a SWAT team member on TV, but the combat uniform had been torn to pieces, and the symbols on it could not be seen.

Joel dragged him back, of course not as a reserve food.

Although Joel didn't know who the dying person was, the audience was very familiar with him.

"Isn't this our dear Agent Luo Luo Bote? Why is he so bad after not seeing him for a while?"

"Sigh, why is the Foundation's home planet full of weird existences? I have to sigh that they can develop and grow smoothly, it's really not simple."

"Declare, the person is a biology doctor, the species appearing in the Foundation's picture have not been recorded, and they look very dangerous. If found, please escape in time."

"Just kidding, I ate three big bowls of this stuff when I was a kid."

"God-man! Really a god-man!"

"I think those are all SCPs, but none of them have appeared."

……

Drowsy, not knowing how long he slept, Luo Luo Bote finally woke up. He felt his body.

——The body didn't listen, the muscles all over his body were twitching, and there were wounds caused by monsters. Moving a little bit, the sharp pain went straight to the top of his head.

I'm still alive, I'm still alive…… who saved me……

After "sleeping" for a while, Luo Luo Bote opened his eyes.

It's an unfamiliar ceiling……

The creaking sound of the floor came from outside the room. He looked over with his peripheral vision.