Ye Zhao let out a "tsk", "Something's wrong." He got up and left the dining table, strode across the living room towards the balcony.

"Ah?" When Luo Xiaochen heard this, he immediately lost his bowl and chopsticks and followed him.

Ye Zhao's intuition is always accurate to perverted. For so many years, Luo Xiaochen has admired him so much that he can't wait to kneel down and bow down and shout "Ye Daxian" at him. Come out to be beaten.

"Crash!" The sliding balcony door was opened, Ye Zhao walked to the window, looked down, and then looked up at the sky. Luo Xiaochen was confused and followed him up and down.

He didn't find the problem at first, but after a few seconds, he looked up again and broke out in a cold sweat——

I saw that in the blink of an eye, the night sky that had regained its clarity had gathered a hundred times thicker white mist, and it was shrouded in a thunderous momentum.

Luo Xiaochen looked downstairs subconsciously, and took a step back in horror. The ground also evaporated from thin air, and the tenth-floor windowsill disappeared in an instant.

Flanking up and down, there was only a vast whiteness in front of him, drowning everything, and nothing else.

The reporter who was talking on the TV suddenly exclaimed: "No, the fog is up again, this time—" The words turned into rustling noises, and stopped abruptly after a few seconds, and there was no sound. .

The female anchor obviously did not expect a sudden change, and her normally peaceful face also showed a hint of surprise, and then quickly returned to normal, and said to the camera, "The signal on the front line seems to be disturbed and interrupted. Well, we continue to invite invited comments. When the signal recovers, we will reconnect with frontline reporters to follow the progress of the rescue.”

"Fuck, where is the fog? I've lived for almost thirty years and I didn't know the fog came up like this!" Luo Xiaochen stared at the thick white outside the window, then suddenly frowned, "Why do I feel this Mist looks so disgusting..."

Ye Zhao stared at it for a while, then hesitantly said, "I think this thing—it seems to be alive."

"What?!" Luo Xiaochen was startled, "Don't scare me! What is living?! What the hell is this?"

"I don't know." Ye Zhao shook his head, then stretched out his index finger and stroked the glass window, rubbed his thumb, frowned and dragged Luo Xiaochen away from the balcony, "Stay away from the window!"

"What's the matter?!" Luo Xiaochen said in his heart that he was shocked, so don't give a shit, but make it clear!

Ye Zhao opened his mouth just as he was about to answer, when the female anchor on the TV interrupted the expert: "I'm sorry to interrupt, Professor Chen. Now a government emergency notice is inserted, this time the fog is more dangerous than before. It is corrosive to a certain extent, please stay away from doors and windows, and try to stay in the living room, dining room, etc. However, please rest assured that the government is actively working on a more active and powerful response strategy, and the poisonous mist must be dispersed in the shortest possible time. "

☆、Chapter7

To be honest, under such circumstances, normal people would be somewhat panicked - what should do if the fog doesn't dissipate? What if the government can't stop it? What should do if the glass is melted and the fog pours in?

Luo Xiaochen was considered to be able to withstand psychological pressure, and listening to the words on TV was a little confused. However, the sound insulation of this building is so good that you can hardly hear the voices of other houses at all, and the voice of the anchor in the news is as calm as ever.

And when Ye Zhao said in his usual light tone: "The balcony glass has only one layer but the sliding door has been closed, and the other rooms have double-layer windows, 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 I don't mind if you continue to stand here and go crazy."

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

After he packed up a few clothes, he pulled his slippers into the bathroom, and after a while, there was a sound of rushing water.

Ye Zhao turned around, checked a few windows, closed the kitchen door, closed the curtains in 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 Nie Renyan's figure on the sofa that was large enough, and could hear his breathing, which was gentle but long. Ye Zhao walked in and gently closed the curtains, then exited and closed the door.

Ye Zhao went back to the room to take a shower and lay down on the bed. He closed his eyes and recalled what happened today. What a chaotic day.

He always felt that the fog would not last long, but he also had a feeling of restlessness.

Maybe this is all just the beginning...

I don't know what will happen in the future...

after……

"Dong dong - dong -" There was a drum sound coming from nowhere, it was long and dull, as if the covered shòu skin had become worn out and had too much dust, and it didn't sound for many years, many years.