On March 10, 2019, Thomson was sitting at his desk studying the latest atmospheric currents when he received a call from Professor Feng Zhiyu.

"Hey, Professor Thomson, thank you very much for your research report, which provides me with new research ideas."

"You're welcome, Professor Feng Zhiyu, the data volume is quite large, and the reading is still going well, right?"

"Fortunately, I have read ten pages."

"Are you in good health?"

"Thank you for your concern, fortunately. I occasionally feel a little chest tightness and breathing, and maybe I have suffered a little cold."

"That's good, I'm looking forward to and exchanging the latest research results."

"So too." Feng Zhiyu said.

"OK! We'll meet soon, goodbye, my old friend." Closed the phone, Thomson smiled, as if he was talking to himself, his voice so light that only he could hear it, "I'll meet soon."

Mastering the research results of Feng Zhiyu is equivalent to holding the switch of life and death on earth in your own hands, and mastering the future of the earth. You can press the pause button at any time to command the world. This is the best way!

Thomson picked up the cup, took a sip of water, and looked at Professor Feng Zhiyu.

"My dearest friend, the story has been told, you should understand, that's how you came here."

Professor Feng instinctively touched his index finger and understood that a needle did pierce the finger. Because it didn't hurt, it was like a mosquito bite, so he didn't care. It turned out that the secret was here, it was too cunning.

I pretended to be the illusion of sudden cardiac death and came to deceive the doctors in the hospital, making them think they died of sudden cardiac death.

"In this world, the Word of Wind has disappeared!" Thomson waved his hand at the Word of Wind with a serious look on his face, "You accept this fact. As a friend, I will not treat you badly, I will do it with you

Share the world.”

"Shameless!" Feng Zhiyu's face turned red, his forehead bulged with blue veins, and he shouted, "I will never cooperate with you."

Thomson sneered a few times, his owl-like eyes shining, clapped his palms with a swagger, and said, "What a nerd, I don't know the current affairs! Take him back and wake up until he understands."

The man in black next to him walked up quickly, held Feng Zhiyu, put a black eye mask on him, raised his arm and walked out, walked through the gate, and walked along the pebbly path towards the motorboat parked on the pier.

The sky is clear and blue. The wind blows from the depths of the sea. The sun is very bright, but the sea breeze is very cold, and it is so cold.

Thomson stood in the hall, looked up at the sea outside the window, and pondered silently.

Now, he is convinced of the doomsday theory and has been conducting more in-depth research. To achieve his goal, he has put in too much effort, established a huge organization, and built a pyramid-like alliance system. Everyone

They are all in a fanatical fantasy, striving for the arrival of a new world.

The door of the hall opened, and a fair-skinned woman in a pink top floated over like a red butterfly.

Jenny!

A wonderful plan flashed in Thomson's mind, she was the best candidate. Thomson approached Jenny and whispered.
Chapter completed!