boyutpedia Chapter 221 Miracles Will Disappear
Chapter 221 Miracles Will Disappear
"Is that you??? Makino!"
"Makino! Where are you? Come back soon! I miss you so much!"
"Why don't you come see me!"
"Why are you so cruel!"
"Ten years!"
On top of a high-rise building in Cangnan City, Chen Muye sat on the edge of the wall, his figure looking particularly lonely in the night.
The crimson cloak on his body fluttered in the wind, like a flaming flag, rustling in the wind.
However, his face was desolate, as if carrying endless sorrow and helplessness.
His hand was tightly gripping the phone, his fingers trembling slightly, as if he wanted to say something but didn't know where to start.
Chen Muye opened his mouth slightly.
His lips trembled slightly, as if he had thousands of words that wanted to come out, but in the end, he couldn't say anything.
There was a hint of confusion and pain in his eyes, as if he was struggling deep in his heart.
His eyes unconsciously turned to the distance, where his home was, where his wife and son were.
Thunder snakes flashed in the sky, and bolts of lightning, like the wrath of the gods, cut through the dark night sky.
The dark clouds gathered together densely, as if they were going to swallow up the whole world.
Lightning exploded,
There was a deafening roar, as if it was the roar of gods and demons coming from the sky, which made people feel awe.
In this violent weather,
Chen Muye's figure seemed even smaller and more helpless.
On the other end of the phone,
A gentle and slightly sad voice came:
"Makino? Xiaoyang is already in elementary school!
I know you're a narcotics officer, and I know your job is dangerous.
I don't ask for anything, I just hope you come back to see us?"
The woman's voice, with a hint of expectation and helplessness, seemed to express her longing and worry for him.
Chen Muye's throat rolled.
He seemed to be swallowing something hard.
His eyes were a little moist.
Chen Muye stood on the edge of the tall building, the wind whistling past him, as if it wanted to swallow him up.
He wanted to speak, to say the words hidden in his heart, the longing for home, the guilt towards his wife, and the concern for his son.
However, he remained silent, as if the words were swallowed by the wind, unable to escape from his throat.
His lips moved slightly.
It seems to be telling something silently,
But in the end,
He just uttered three words with difficulty:
"sorry!!!"
These three words were like a heavy stone, pressing on his heart, making him feel extremely painful and helpless.
"In the next few days or a month, a sum of money will be transferred to your account, enough for you and your mother to have food and clothing!"
His voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of sob.
He knew that he couldn't be with them, so he could only use this method to make up for his guilt.
He hoped the money would bring them some comfort and allow them to live better in his absence.
However, the woman on the other end of the phone cried in sorrow and pain.
"Do not!
No! I don't want your money!
What happened to you!!!
No!
Her voice was full of despair and helplessness, as if she was looking for a glimmer of hope in her crying.
She didn't need the money, she just wanted her husband, her support, she just wanted a complete family.
Chen Muye's heart was filled with determination.
He knew he couldn't go on like this.
He held the phone tightly.
Then he hung up decisively.
His eyes became dim, like a lonely ghost standing by the high wall, looking at the night sky in the distance.
His figure seemed particularly lonely and helpless in the wind.
It seemed as if the whole world was against him.
“The miracle will eventually fade away!!!”
......
"You said there would be a war of gods!!!"
An Qingyu's brows were tightly compressed together, as if squeezed by an invisible force, and it seemed that water could be squeezed out from between his brows.
His face turned blue.
His eyes were filled with confusion and depression, as if he was suffocating by the news, and his whole body was shrouded in a haze.
Lin Qiye stood aside.
His face was also somewhat gloomy, as if shrouded in a shadow by the news.
He sighed softly, with a hint of helplessness in his tone:
"Now the entire Cangnan has been completely closed!
Like an isolated island!
Can’t go in or out!”
His voice was low and hoarse, as if telling of Cangnan's isolation and helplessness.
There was a hint of worry in his eyes. He knew that once the war between gods really broke out, Cangnan would face an unprecedented crisis.
Zhang Yun sat aside with a bottle of happy water in his hand. His movements seemed somewhat casual, as if he was using this method to ease the tense atmosphere.
He drank the happy water in one gulp.
Then he glanced at An Qingyu and Lin Qiye, with a hint of ridicule in his tone:
“Old An!
Anyway, you should be prepared early to avoid accidental death!
Quietly received the lunch box!
I guess I’ll die of laughter then!”
There was a hint of ease in his laughter, as if he was using humor to dispel the anxiety in his heart.
An Qingyu's face darkened, and he looked at Zhang Yun speechlessly, as if he had been hit in the soft spot by his joke.
He countered:
“You’re talking bullshit!
Do you think I'm as irritable as you? I value my life much more than you do!
Do you think I don’t know you?
When you encounter a battle, go up there specifically!
I, An Qingyu, am a conservative person!"
"And..." An Qingyu's voice suddenly rose a few degrees, and there were fiery sparks in his eyes, as if ignited by some unknown excitement.
That spark contained a thirst for knowledge and curiosity about the unknown world, making him exude an indescribable fanaticism.
There was a certain fiery intensity in his words, as if he were describing an exciting treasure:
"Gods' War!"
His thoughts were like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, and began to gallop in endless imagination.
Magnificent pictures emerged in his mind. It was a fierce battle between gods, a collision of power and power, and a display of the most mysterious power in the universe.
The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a smile full of anticipation, as if he had already seen the magnificent scene of the war between gods.
"I wonder if there's any chance of obtaining the god's corpse!"
There was a hint of greed and desire in An Qingyu's voice. He wanted to explore the secrets of God and understand what exactly constituted God's power.
In his eyes, the corpse of God is not just a corpse, but a door to a mysterious world and the key to obtaining endless knowledge and power.
"I wonder what the divine body looks like?"
His voice was full of doubt and curiosity. He wanted to see the shape of the divine body with his own eyes, wanted to touch the texture of the divine body, and wanted to feel the energy contained in the divine body.
All kinds of strange imaginations emerged in his mind. The divine body might be like bright stars, or like endless void, or like an ancient totem. Every imagination made his heart surge.
"I really want to study it!" A white light suddenly flashed on An Qingyu's glasses. The white light was like the light of wisdom, illuminating his inner desire.
It seemed as if countless gears were spinning in his eyes.
Each gear represents a piece of knowledge.
They mesh with each other and operate with each other, seemingly constructing an infinite system of truth....