On the subway, office workers in suits and ties bowed their heads and browsed the news. Suddenly, a brand new news immediately occupied the entire page.

"The truth of the world?"

For a moment, noisy whispers sounded in the subway. A few seconds later, the office worker who was originally wearing headphones to watch the video pulled out the headphones and played the voiceover directly regardless of public etiquette.

A scream of horror sounded, followed by a slightly vague shout.

"Run quickly, it's a ghost!"

"It's coming, it's coming, woooooooooooo...whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

"Go here."

In the video, the loving young couple is being chased by unknown things. Then, the picture moves backwards, and a woman with a crooked neck staggers. Then, the couple falls to the ground with a horrified expression, pale face without any blood, and stares at the front, as if they are dying with their eyes open.

If this was just a horror movie, it would not attract anyone's attention at all. However, this video was officially provided, and there was time, place and identity information of the victim below. All of this was to prove the existence of supernatural events.

The noise became quiet without realizing it. Apart from the breathing, the entire subway was only the sound of the subway moving forward. However, no one in the subway was concerned about going to work at this time, and their worldview had been devastating.

Before this official announcement, similar rumors were circulating on the Internet, and even if photos or short videos were occasionally leaked, almost no one believed them.

The video is blurry - too fake, the video is clear - it must be a picture, the official has no statement - rumors, the official admits - it must be to divert the public's attention.

Originally, everything was running according to the original rules, but this time, the situation was too serious, so serious that the official even offered various evidence that was regarded as confidential.

"Is it true?" Some people have begun to believe it, but still remain suspicious.

"I remember the wrong day? Today is April Fool's Day?"

More and more people are discussing it. At this time, a new notice appears, but this time it is a sentence with a unique personal touch.

"Good morning everyone. You can live for twelve hours, please cherish it!"

This sentence has a calm tone, just like broadcasting a weather forecast. Even if some polite words are added, it cannot change the despair contained in the words at all.

Short but shocking words completely "detonate" the entire world. If the previous official proofs still make people hesitate and confused, Hawkeye's words directly destroy all the rationality of the people, leaving only words in their minds that will never be erased.

If you have only one day left in your life, what would you do?

A topic that often appears on the Internet, this time, it really comes to real life.

The subway is still moving at a constant speed, and passengers on the train pick up the phone almost at the same time and dial the number they are most familiar with.

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"How could he say this? Didn't you monitor it?" In the base, the middle-aged man gritted his teeth and smashed his right weight on the metal table.

According to the original plan, everything Hawkeye said must be reviewed before it can be transferred out, but there is no idea what went wrong in the middle, and the review part has not taken effect at all.

In fact, telling the truth of the war to ordinary people has already been previewed. Even if it is broadcast as an official, it will not have much impact on the order of the entire world in a short period of time. At most, it will cause public discussion and will not have a significant impact until it gradually ferments. If they can solve Hawkeye, or persuade and force Hawkeye to change its original plan, everything can be calmed down smoothly.

"It seems that the sound signal has bypassed the review stage directly. Do we have to pinch it out now?" the staff asked carefully.

"Eagle Eyes finished talking, but you're just a big fuck!" The middle-aged man's face turned red, trying his best to suppress the anger in his heart.

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Near the cemetery, at the door of the flower shop, the autumn wind blows by the dead leaves on the corner of the street.

A black business car was parked in front of the door. After the door opened, four or five strong men over 1.9 meters tall trotted into the store.

"Who are you?" The shop owner named Zhou Jing realized that the situation was not good and hurriedly stepped forward to ask.

"Do you know him?" The strong man took out a photo from his pocket with his right hand. The person in the photo was Hawkeye.

"He hasn't been here for a long time." Zhou Jing explained.

"Follow us." The strong man reached out and grabbed Zhou Jing's arm.

"Who are you? Help! Help!" Zhou Jing struggled desperately, but the huge gap in strength made her unable to fight, so she could only be dragged out of the store and brought into a business car.

After the business car door was closed, he quickly drove out of the flower shop.

The flower shop is very remote. It is now morning and there are almost no pedestrians. Even if there are, you can only call the police.

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In an apartment in a second-tier city, a young man named "Midnight Coffee 3" was typing on the keyboard in front of his computer. The official report of supernatural videos is no different from supernatural videos, but the name is different. This news made him very excited.

He quickly came to the forum, posted a post, and circled out familiar netizens who had been mocking him, and fought back hard. However, after doing this, he remembered something that had come to his mind. Once, a netizen named "Cang Yi" asked him about the curse doll. The other party seemed to write about this kind of supernatural horror, and promised to arrange a good role for him, but there was no news later and the account had never logged in again.

"Oh, it's a pity, it's a pity!" He shook his head and focused on "twelve hours".

What should I do in the last half day?

He fell into deep thought.

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At the command center on the edge of the town, armed helicopters were parked in the open space.

Yang Fan walked down from the cockpit and walked towards the command center.

The middle-aged man with glasses rushed over and asked, "Yang Fan, what happened? How did the clay sculpture hell be lifted?"

"We lost." Yang Fan said softly, looking around, "Do you have a cell phone?"

"You make it clear, what lost?" Although he was very tough, the middle-aged man with glasses took out his mobile phone and gave it to Yang Fan.

Yang Fan took the phone and dialed the phone number skillfully.

Doodu.

"Hey?" The voice from the other end came a warm voice that made Yang Fan calm inside. This was his wife's voice.

Yang Fan opened his mouth, but couldn't speak for a moment.

"Yang Fan?" Although Yang Fan's wife had doubts in her tone, she had basically confirmed it.

"Yes, it's me." Yang Fan gasped.

"Are all the things said in the news true?" Yang Fan's wife expected to hear a negative answer.

"It's all true. Take your daughter back and I'll go back immediately." Yang Fan said anxiously.

"Okay, okay, but don't you have a task?" Yang Fan's wife thought of this and asked her in doubt.

"There is no more mission." Yang Fan's tone suddenly became calm.

At this moment, the mobile phone in his hand was snatched back by the middle-aged man with glasses.

"Yang Fan, do you know what you are doing? I have the right to shoot you now." The middle-aged man with glasses said in a bad tone.

Yang Fan slowly approached, raised his index finger with his right hand, pointed to his forehead, stared at the middle-aged man with glasses and said, "Here." Then, he turned around and walked towards the helicopter. After walking a few steps, he turned his head, looked at the middle-aged man with glasses and said softly:

"If you have anything else to do, go and do it now."

The middle-aged man in glasses licked his lips, frowned, and asked, "We have encountered this situation before. It really doesn't work. You can bomb this area with a nuclear bomb. I don't believe anyone can survive."

"They... may not be human anymore." Yang Fan left this sentence and firmly left.

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In the school classroom, teachers try to calm the students' emotions. The students below are no longer interested in learning. Even students who are still reading can only rely on the matter of reading to make their hearts quieter.

In an era of developed communication tools, students also learned about external news at the first time.

"We are for the time being..." Before the teacher could finish his words, a black shadow quickly fell outside the window, and then a muffled sound came from the window.

The classroom, which was originally a little noisy, suddenly became silent, and any small sound could ignite the students' emotions.

The next second, another black shadow fell.

The sentiment of despair spreads like a plague, making people almost breathless.

"I like you!" A bold confession broke the silence. After a brief silence, the entire classroom fell into chaos.

"Cao, I've been unhappy with you, how about you pretending to be your mother?" A boy rolled up the textbook in his hand and smashed it at the classmate in front.

More students rushed toward the door, but due to lack of order, they were crowded together.

In the corridor, dense crowds of people rushed to the stairs, and everyone was filled with anger. They all wanted to do something to save something, but reason told them that they could not do anything now, and they could only wait for the prescribed time to come.

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In the company office, the manager who arrived early was sitting at the computer desk, holding his cell phone in his right hand, answering the phone.

"Idiot, I'm not at work anymore."

Beep, the phone hangs up.

The manager sighed and before he could put the phone down, the phone ringing rang again. He didn't want to answer, but his fingers unconsciously pressed the answer button.

"Hey, experience, I, Xiao Wu, I have already arrived at the company, but... I just called you and I hope it's a joke. In the end, I wish you peace... all your wishes come true."

"I see."

Doudou, the phone hung up again.

A text message was sent, and it was also a message from the employee.

The manager put down his phone, looked down at the desktop, inserted his hands into his hair, and his mind was in chaos. Suddenly, he smiled, raised his head, and said to the ceiling:

"It's not bad, at least you don't have to pay the mortgage and car loan."
To be continued...