The room was almost full.◇↓People with different expressions sat on chairs, holding helmets in their hands. Most of them were speechless. Occasionally, if a family of three was together, they would seize the last time to hug and talk, but they all deliberately lowered their voices.

MJ took her to an empty chair, picked up the black helmet and stroked it for a few times, and said to Li Yanhua: "Wear this later. After the machine is turned on, you won't feel anything, you will feel sleepy. If you feel sleepy, you will go to bed. Wait until you wake up... you wake up..."

He repeated it and turned his head to prevent Li Yanhua from seeing his face.

Fireworks bite their lips and hug him.

Seeing his tone and expression now, she felt less afraid. She thought MJ hadn't shed tears for her yet, this was the first time.

MJ was silent for a while and turned around and held her in his arms, saying to her: "I will come to find you."

Li Fireworks said: "I believe in you."

Li Yanhua put on his helmet, and a soft operation prompt sound rang in the room. MJ stood beside her and looked at her for a few seconds. Then he saw her long eyelashes tremble slightly and her pupils began to become dissipated.

Li Yanhua tried to reach out and grab mj.mj and held her hand.

When the fireworks' eyes were about to close, mj whispered: "I'm sorry."

Her eyelids trembled rapidly, as if she was about to try to open her eyes. But she could not resist that power-she was still "slept".

mj stared at her for a while.

Fireworks' chest was slightly ups and downs at first, as if she was in deep sleep. But soon, the ups and downs gradually became weaker, and in the end, she stopped moving. MJ tried Li Fireworks' pulse with her slightly trembling hands and found that she had stopped breathing.

He suddenly felt...

It doesn't look like ascension here, but like a large slaughterhouse.

At this time, more than a dozen staff members came in and began to check the dead bodies one by one and take off their helmets. At the same time, they were still doing one thing - using special tweezers to pull out a short hair with hair follicles from each person's sideburns and put it into a container in their hands.

When a young staff member walked to Li Yanhua, mj reached out to stop him and asked, "What is this for?"

"Routine procedure. Keep the sample." The staff pushed away the mj lightly but firmly, and pulled out a piece of hair from the fireworks' ears.

"What are you doing to save samples?" MJ has never heard of such things before - even if he is the director of Pingyang Shengtian Office.

"I don't know. What the above said."

mj doesn't know which "top" he is referring to. But he must be higher than his own level.

He looked at the documents on the staff's chest and found that he did not belong to the Ascension Office of the Empire. The documents showed that he came from that core department - from the mysterious Mount Olympus.

He realized that this young man might know more from a technical level than he himself.

He couldn't help asking, "Now...what do they look like? Can you see us?"

"They are in another space and have no intersection with us." The young man stopped and said. But MJ also knew what he said - this was their unified propaganda caliber. But MJ never believed those words. The Ascension Office has always been like an official agent. They only know that what Olympus wants them to know, and what they are doing is just a matter of business work.

mj felt that he was feeling a little impulsive at this moment. He took out his work ID: "I am the director of Pingyang Shengtian Office. I want to know..."

The young man looked down at his ID and said calmly, "Oh, no wonder you are still here."

He thought for a while, breathed gently, and pointed to the huge machine: "Look. You'll know soon anyway."

MJ looked over the sound and found that four people were carefully opening a metal door on the ascension device, and then taking out a slap-sized object like a mirror from it.

They put the thing in a suitcase, and then several people recorded a device in their hands, as if they were solemnly recording the operating procedure.

"What is that?" An unknown premonition surged in mj's heart.

"It's them." The young man pointed to Li Yanhua and reached out to put everyone in the room, "They have not been released yet. The field they transformed into is now stored inside."

"...It's always like this?" mj's eyes widened.

"This is the case for the time being." The young man continued to move towards the next person, "It's not like that. He won't go to any other space. After it is released, he is probably still in this world - he can see us and feel us, but it does not have too much impact on us. But for the sake of security, they must be temporarily stored before the ascension plan is completed. When the right time is right, they will be liberated."

"What should I do with these people...physical bodies?"

"You won't want to know."

MJ's lips trembled. He could not imagine what kind of experience the consciousnesses that were "stored" were. He felt cold all over his body.

After a while, he suddenly asked the young man who had already walked away: "Do you... want to ascend to heaven too?"

The young man stopped and turned to look at him, and said calmly: "I choose to die."

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When MJ walked out of the door, the sky was already dimming. This was an abnormal dimness - although it was indeed dusk now. The clouds were pressing down on the top and the air had a choking smell. He put on an air purifier that had been prepared long ago - this was a thin thing that looked like an ordinary mask.

He looked up at the sky. The starlight had become dim. Maybe in a few hours, he would never see the starlight. But there was a kind of light that was still very eye-catching, and even the brightness exceeded the crescent moon that had just emerged from the west.

It was the light from the human immigration project space base station stuck on the galaxy. The blue and white light shone slightly, as if blinking constantly.

mj knows that it is the light emitted by the nuclear fusion engines at the 132 nodes that have been built on the space base station. They are undergoing orbital change, orbital change, and reorganization.

There are more and more pedestrians on the street, and many people have begun to look around nearby. They are probably some "well-informed" people who know what the disaster that broke out in the early morning meant and tried to find some ways.

For those people, "ascending to heaven" is an excellent way. But mj knows that even if such a choice is "stored", it may not be a "good result" that they can get.

A middle-aged man with thin eyebrows and thin eyes turned around MJ for a while, realizing that MJ looked decently dressed. He looked calm and had just walked out of the Ascension Station. He might be an insider.

He picked up the dowry and approached MJ, and couldn't hide his anxiety in his smile, and asked, "Brother, do you want to smoke? I have a flying cloud."

MJ looked at him and said nothing. Because he suddenly remembered Li Fireworks. He had already begun to miss her soft waist, plump breasts and that hair.

Of course there is that sentence.

"I trust you."

The middle-aged man approached a little closer, took out a pack of cigarettes and stuffed them into his hand, and smiled: "Make a friend, my name is Liu Cheng. I just want to ask, are there any other ways you can do besides registering? Just show me a way..."

MJ became irritable. He reached out and pushed Liu Cheng away, threw the cigarette on the ground, and snorted from his nose and walked away with a big stalker.

He walked a few steps on the street and took out his cell phone from his pocket to take a look.

There was no message.

He pinched his cell phone and thought for a while while walking. Finally, he dialed a number.

The phone was answered for a long time before the call was answered. The people there didn't sound very pleasant.

mj quickly said, "Old Meng, what's going on? Nothing changes, right? When will we leave?"

"I'm very busy now," said the person on the other end of the phone. "If there is anything, we'll talk about it tomorrow. That's it, I'll hang up first."

MJ was about to speak when the phone was hung up.

He glared his eyes widened and gritted his teeth, stopped and took a few breaths.

A few seconds later, he dialed the phone again.

This time it was quickly connected. The other side of the phone said, "I'm really--"

"Someone came to ask me." MJ lowered his voice, trying to make himself calmer. "Someone came to ask me Lao Meng. I don't know where I am from, but I don't look like a good man. I don't care, but I still have my wife and children, and I'm afraid that there will be more dreams at night."

The person on the other side of the phone was silent for a while and said, "Come to my place to find me at 9 o'clock tonight."

"Okay." mj hung up the phone and took a look at the time. At 18:43.

The sky gradually faded. There were more and more people on the street. But at this time, few police officers were dispersed. The people gathered together in groups of three or five and whispered, their eyes flashing, and MJ felt more and more uneasy.

He speeded up and went home.

My wife is also at home and his children are also there. She is a son, three or four years old. She should take care of her in a public kindergarten, but her wife doesn't know what means to take him out.

As soon as he opened the door, his wife Shen Zhuo asked in surprise: "What should we do? When will we leave?"

mj threw the key into the celadon bowl next to the shoe cabinet and shook his head: "Old Meng asked me to see him at 9 o'clock in the evening, which is to say this. He looked at the bedroom and found that his wife had packed her suitcase."

His son cannot often see him. This "often" frequency is even lower than once a week.

Therefore, the little guy with a terrifying head only hid behind his mother and showed his half head, and opened his eyes wide to look at him.

MJ wanted to hug the little guy, but as soon as he squatted down, he turned around and ran to the bedroom.

mj sighed and said to Shen Zhuo: "It's useless to clean up. God has a counterweight, and each person brings up to 500 grams of things. If there are too many, you have to deduct them all."

Chen Zhuo turned his head and looked at the suitcase in the bedroom reluctantly: "I just thought, what if it's OK, let's have a meal first. You can talk to Lao Meng tonight. Our unit is rumoring now that the Tianji Station can't pick up so many people, and 500,000 people will be at the top of the sky-high-profile station - there may be many people who can't leave."

"I know what I know." MJ waved his hand, sat down on the sofa, leaned back and looked up at the ceiling.

Chen Zhuo turned around and walked into the kitchen, and mj heard the sound of the collision of dishes.

There is only this sound in the room.

After a while, he heard Chen Zhuo ask, "Where is her?"

mj was stunned: "Which she?"

Chen Zhuo walked out and placed two dishes on the table, walked back to the kitchen, and said, "Li Fireworks."

MJ immediately sat upright on the sofa. He looked at Chen Zhuo's back in the kitchen: "...how do you know?"

Chen Zhuo's movements stopped and said, "I knew this a long time ago. You men can't hide this kind of thing."

MJ lowered his head and rubbed his hair hard with his hands. He looked out the window and looked at his son timidly by the bedroom door. After a long silence, he said, "I just sent her to heaven."

"Oh." Chen Zhuo said.

mj stood up, walked to the bedroom door, and wanted to touch the little guy again.

But the son ran to the bed again and giggled at him.
To be continued...