Snowing.
The fluttering snow fell from the high sky, silently, covering the mountains, rivers, towns, streets... everything.
In a blink of an eye, the world outside the glass was already white.
Along with this came the temperature that quickly dropped.
Under the dual blessing of objective and subjective, the customers in the store fought a cold war almost at the same time, and then subconsciously picked up the cotton-padded jacket beside them, their eyes became more and more frightened.
Amid the noise, a few of the loudest guests opened the door together and rushed to the direction of the government affairs office. Some people did not know whether to follow, but just stood there.
"Goodbye, hurry up and pack things." Hathaway finished the hot drink in front of her, put on the cotton coat, scarf, and hat again-although she is not afraid of this cold at all with her strength, but in order to avoid being special, she always Still used to wear it.
After doing this, she took out two banknotes from her purse and handed them to the shop owner who was smiling very kindly.
"Miss Lena, do you think this is true?"
The latter held a clean rag tightly in his hand and looked nervous.
"I can only say, trust the government." Hathaway said in a calm tone, "Bring all your ID certificates. You don't need to bring more clothes and the like. They will be issued uniformly at that time."
The latter was stunned, and immediately seemed to have tasted something:
"Lina... you knew in advance, didn't you? I mean the news?"
Hathaway pursed her lips, said nothing, turned around, and pushed out the door while the owner wanted to stop but hesitated.
"Huh...huh..."
On the streets, goose feathers and heavy snow fell. If it had been in the past, this kind of weather would not have been too cold, but today it is extremely abnormal.
The chill is like nails, piercing from all directions, making people inevitable.
The number of vehicles and pedestrians on the street has obviously increased. She clearly saw a figure running out of the shops on both sides of the street, exclaiming, and then wrapped in clothes and started running in the cold.
Or get into the same cold car, try to return home, or find relatives and friends.
In this era, landline telephones have not yet become popular, televisions are still a rarity, and national news broadcasting is almost the most authoritative and widely spread channel in people’s minds.
In addition, the historical precedent for the "trivial disaster" is truly infallible. At this moment, when the four countries simultaneously issued warnings across the territory, they revealed the news of the imminent disaster to the public through that invisible signal. , Is a logical panic.
"Crunch...Crunch..." Hathaway walked slowly on the street. I don't know when, under her feet, there was the sound of squeezing the snow. The cold wind swept through, the heavy snow was blowing, and her body was quickly covered. Thick layer.
However, she was still walking endlessly, not hurriedly, watching everything in her vision with a pair of unwavering eyes.
"Di... Didi..." The car on the road made a rapid horn, and as soon as a burst of steam sprayed out of the exhaust pipe, it quickly condensed into ice.
Pedestrians passed by her against the wind and snow, no one had extra attention to others, and the whole town was filled with tension and depression.
At some point, she stopped and found that she had come to the opposite side of the government affairs office.
Across the street, she saw that the entrance of the towering small building was already crowded with anxious people, densely packed, noisy, and noisy, as if to verify the authenticity of the information.
At the entrance of the Government Affairs Hall, several similarly packaged officials used loudspeakers to continue to talk and repeat words similar to those in the news station, but they drew even greater noise from the angry people.
"...Please hurry up, go home, bring your ID, and wait for the government to make the next arrangement...According to the country's emergency avoidance decree, we are the first group to transfer!
Tomorrow at the latest, all citizens will be transferred to safe areas by government special trains in batches to avoid supernatural storms! Please everyone as soon as possible..."
In the fluttering blizzard, the voices of the officials also seemed not so real, as if they were right in their ears, and as if they were far away.
Hathaway stood quietly across the street, staring at everything.
I watched the distressed officials turn over and preach, came to inquire, and the noisy crowd scattered, came and scattered...
Seeing every citizen, squeezed in the crowd dumbly, their necks turned upside down, and then persuaded to squeeze out, holding on to their hats, and leaving in a daze.
At this moment, Hathaway suddenly realized that it was a microcosm of countless places on the whole continent at this moment.
The people of the three kingdoms need to move, and the people of the Southern Continent do the same.
In the face of this unexpected disaster, different people will have different reactions.
Thinking about it, she took out a camera from her backpack, operated it skillfully with her fingers that were not frozen, then aimed at this scene and pressed the shutter.
"Crack!"
An image was added to the photosensitive film immediately.
Then, she turned around and continued along the street, walking slowly.
The wind and snow were getting bigger and bigger, and the sense of time began to blur. Unconsciously, the sky darkened, and it was night.
The seaside city tonight is exceptionally bright and "lively". As far as I can see, every house is lit and restless.
Snow shovel trucks mobilized by the government rushed along the main road to clear the snow from the ground. At the same time, the large horns fixed on the trucks repeatedly played emergency escape orders.
The huge sound raged across the city and did not stop all night.
In fact, people are no strangers to "emergency avoidance". During this century, the four countries have continued to promote the "disaster of tricks" so that people will not forget them. At the same time, they regularly organize risk avoidance exercises every year.
Almost everyone knows what to do under fierce propaganda, but the exercise is ultimately different.
When disasters that only exist in propaganda and history suddenly strike, no one can remain absolutely calm.
...
After night fell, Hathaway simply chose to follow a snow shovel and found that in the middle of the night, the number of private cars on the road suddenly increased.
They drove out of houses, their headlights on looked very hazy in the snow.
Through the car window, you can see that it is full of things, as well as people, men, women, children, and elderly people crowded in the car, squeezed in large and small suitcases, nervously and fearfully along the road, towards Drive away in the southeast direction.
There has been a message in the town that the transferred personnel will first arrive at the Port of Wintershire and then "board" and leave.
Most people will be transferred by railway according to the designated batches, but the train seems to have a limit on the weight of materials carried by each person, and batches are also an important problem.
Therefore, driven by some wild rumors, many people who knew the location of the transfer in advance simply drove to the Port of Wintery.
Hathaway stood on the spire of the town church, silently overlooking the city from this angle, seeing those vehicles piercing the dark night and fleeing, she was not sure whether this decision was wise, after all, once such a heavy snowstorm blocked the road, it would Will slow down the transfer progress.
In addition, even if you arrive at the port, if you use a ship for sea transportation, you will also be restricted from carrying items. After all, the priority of people is always more important than items...
However, considering that the "observer" had promised that he would solve the problem in this regard, it seemed...indeterminate.
What method will the Observer use?
Hathaway can only think of the unimaginable supernatural power that originated from the gods, is that more ships suddenly appear?
Or a large-scale flying spell?
Some boring guesses, unconsciously, she sat on the church steeple all night.
At dawn the next day, the streets of the town were covered with tire marks, and there were fewer private cars, but the government's special cars arrived as scheduled.
"Boom..." When the huge dark-green troop truck drove in from outside the city, with the help of government staff, soldiers with guns knocked on the doors on both sides of the street in the northern city.
This scene seemed to be stressful, and the message they conveyed was even more disturbing.
"Please cooperate with us, get in the car immediately, and move to avoid danger." When the bewildered people opened their homes, they faced the cold stranger and the truck waiting outside.
Most people chose to cooperate, but there were also many contradictions.
Hathaway saw with her own eyes some townspeople arguing with government officials in order to bring a few more boxes, and even fighting, and also saw someone blocking the door, and refused to open regardless of orders from outside, and some people said loudly that they would not go anywhere. He even yelled loudly, saying that this was a lie of the government, a violent act in order to plunder his private property...
She originally thought that the government would choose to persuade or take it away by force. However, in the face of those who were determined and refused to cooperate, they really ignored...
This made Hathaway stunned for a few seconds, and then realized that this might be the cruel part of the coming winter.
The polar storm is spreading at a terrifying speed, and the time wasted for a resister can save more people. Obviously, the "young" king Aspen made the most efficient and coldest decision.
Hathaway fell silent, and in the silence, trucks full of citizens and belongings drove out of the area rumblingly, transporting people to the train station, or rushing to the Port of Winter by road.
Only this very quiet city stood here.
After thinking for a while, her figure floated down, came to the door of a resolute townsman, and rang the doorbell.
"I said! Fuck off! Don't want me to leave my home!!" A somewhat thin old man slammed the door open and shouted loudly. Immediately after seeing Hathaway outside the door, he was obviously stunned. under.
"Now, bring your ID and rush to the train station immediately. There is still time." Hathaway said seriously.
"Who do you think you are? I tell you, no one...no one can let me lose my house...no one..."
In the next second, the excited old man only saw the mysterious woman in front of him raised her hand and snapped her fingers lightly.
Then, if he turned his head consciously and looked behind him, he saw that the old house burned abruptly, illuminating the world full of snow.
...
Li Shanwu Hall, in the study.
Using the "zoom" function, Lin Tuo, who overlooked the town of Winter County, was suddenly taken aback and saw a small, magical, bright fire.
On this gray, cold ground, it was very eye-catching.
