Back home, it’s dinner time.

Duan Xu told his parents that Shambhala was not an earthquake, but was attacked by alien beings.

The mother reached out, touched her son's forehead, and muttered:

"What's wrong with this child? Is he frightened by the earthquake?"

Duan Xu: "Mom and Dad, believe it or not, here are two magnetic cards. You should keep them with you. If someone comes to pick you up and take you to the shelter, you need to swipe this card."

Father: "Son, where did you get it? Why are you taking refuge?"

My parents were very detached from the world. They had never heard of the end of the world, not even dinosaurs. It was difficult to explain this to them clearly.

Duan Xu took out the "Doomsday Insurance" leaflet given by Sun Dayou. At least they should believe in the government.

After watching for a while, he seemed to understand a little bit, and his father slowly said: "If this is true, opportunities should be given to young people."

Duan Xu: "No matter who you give the opportunity to, if there is an earthquake and someone comes to pick you up, just follow them."

Mother: "Come and have a meal, have a good life, there will be no disaster. Shambhala has already had an earthquake, and we will definitely not be here again."

Duan Xu: "Okay, let's eat. Just pack your things as soon as possible and prepare as you did during the quarantine in previous years."

Mother: "Okay, okay, listen to you, we will do what you say. This child is really useless if he doesn't find a girlfriend and thinks about these things all day long."

Father: "There's nothing wrong with making some preparations. The power rationing started half a month ago."

Duan Xu: "Power limit?"

Father: "The village committee notified us half a month ago that our electricity consumption is low. We do not exceed the electricity consumption. If we exceed the electricity consumption, we will immediately turn off the power supply."

The family continued to eat happily.

…

Mayor's Reception Day.

Duan Xu was the first to rush to the reception desk.

"What difficulties do you have?"

The reception staff asked patiently.

"I have very, very important news."

"The mayor is in a meeting, can you talk to me first?"

"Okay, I know who caused the disaster in Shambhala. I must tell the mayor and ask him to report the situation to the superiors as soon as possible."

"Oh? Tell me about it."

"Last month, there was not an earthquake in Shambhala, but an attack by underground people. I saw the situation with my own eyes."

"Okay, tell me what happened at that time. When and with whom you saw it."

Duan Xu talked about the stone monster attack in Shambhala and the meteor rain.

I haven’t introduced it yet, but I accidentally entered an underground city and saw the underground people commanding troops to attack human cities.

The other party smiled disdainfully. After Duan Xu finished speaking, he asked coldly:

"What's your surname, sir?"

"The surname is Duan"

"Mr. Duan, your story is very touching. We are very busy and the mayor is still in a meeting. Your story will stop here."

"What I said is all true. Ask the mayor to come out and I will tell him."

While talking, a middle-aged man walked into the living room.

The room immediately became quiet, and everyone looked at him, waiting for his order.

The person who came was the mayor. His assistant came forward and reported the situation first. Then he whispered:

"Zhang Shi, this person doesn't speak normally."

Mayor: "Young man, how can I help?"

Duan Xu briefly talked about what he saw and heard in Shambhala.

The mayor frowned, thought for a long time, and lowered his voice and said:

"Young man, I don't think you are a liar spreading rumors. You know the consequences."

Duan Xu stared into his eyes and said seriously:

"Everything I say is true, and I will try to help everyone defeat the invaders."

The mayor looked at Duan Xu and nodded and said:

"Okay, you can go back first. The affairs of Shambhala are not our responsibility. But we will take care of spreading rumors."

Duan Xu looked at the mayor, then at the assistant, stood up, and said angrily:

"Thank you for bothering me."

Turn around and leave.

"Mr. Duan, walk slowly."

Duan Xu left the living room.

Assistant: "Is this person crazy?"

Mayor: "It doesn't look like he is making up a story. Internal sources also say that Shambhala was not an earthquake."

After returning home, Duan Xu was very depressed and cursed ten thousand times in his heart.

Seeing my parents, I suddenly became enlightened.

If even the biological parents don't believe it, how can other people believe it? They haven't seen it with their own eyes.

Sometimes, even I wonder if that experience really exists and whether I have been to the underground city. It is too much like a dream.

Duan Xu was in deep pain. Could he just watch disasters happen one after another and cities be destroyed one after another?

The phone rang, it was from Hu Xiaofeng, answer it immediately.

Hu Xiaofeng said it in one breath as if giving an order: I will send you a certificate, install it, and then scan the code for the next app.

Following his instructions, the installation was completed in less than a minute.

Duan Xu complained, he had already made a phone call if he had something to do, why should it be so complicated?

Hu Xiaofeng added that power cuts have resulted in extremely unstable networks in various places, with a small number of text encodings being complex, consuming a lot of energy, and making signals easily lost and unable to be transmitted.

The newly downloaded app uses mature PiTuPi technology, which makes communication reliable and any information can be transmitted.

So two people who are 2,000 kilometers apart can finally talk and send videos.

The two exchanged pleasantries, and Hu Xiaofeng sent a lot of scenes of Hobbes' battles.

It turns out that this guy quit his job and went home to do some video moving work in his spare time to earn some popularity.

Duan Xu told him everything he had seen in Shambhala, and also told him about the aliens who had destroyed the city.

This is breaking news for self-media people.

Duan Xu also expressed his frustration.

Hu Xiaofeng: What a coincidence. I just contacted my senior sister Song Yanqiu. She came back from the United States a long time ago and is setting up a new national-level special scientific research team to study secret weapons against aliens. Please ask her to have a look.

Duan Xu: Okay, give me your contact information.

Hu Xiaofeng: She also uses this app. I recommend it to you and contact her directly.

After cutting off the call with Hu Xiaofeng, Duan Xu immediately contacted Song Yanqiu.

Song Yanqiu was surprised when she received Duan Xu's call request. She looked around to make sure it was convenient to speak.

Duan Xu is very direct.

"Senior sister, I heard that you are researching secret weapons to deal with aliens?"

"What, what did you say?" Song Yanqiu was very alert.

"I'm Duan Xu, I don't remember."

"It turns out he is my precious junior brother. I haven't seen him for a long time. He has become more handsome and I didn't recognize him. How did you know me?"

"Not only do I know you, but I also know your opponents, what weapons the aliens use, and where they are. Are you interested?"

"You are really good at coaxing people. Have you ever tricked your girlfriend into bringing her home? You have to be nice to them."

"You can't joke with anyone, Senior Sister. I was on the scene when Shambhala was destroyed. I saw it with my own eyes. If you don't believe me, you should believe my people."

"Du Xin, we just came back from an inspection trip to Shambhala. We are in the provincial capital now. There will be a summary meeting tomorrow. Can you come? I will send you an invitation letter. You can print a copy immediately."

"Okay, I'll take the high-speed train and go there right away."


Chapter completed!