My Prophecy Makes the World Crazy

July, Shacheng, forty-three degrees. Ye Qing received a strange Lalamove order. The delivery address was only a set of cold longitudes and latitudes, and the delivery point pointed directly to the deserted hinterland of Lop Nur. The order goods were extremely unusual. They were all cotton-padded clothes, heaters, and compressed biscuits. The words in the remarks column are heavy: Deliver it before 12 noon in three days. If it is a quarter later, everything will be invalid. It is a matter of life and death. He immediately called the delivery number, but the receiver kept saying that he was not in the service area. Just when Ye Qing was about to give up on this bizarre order, thunder suddenly exploded in the clear sky above his head, and a cold mechanical sound suddenly sounded in his mind. [Three days later, a sudden blizzard fell in the center of Lop Nur, with a temperature of minus 22 degrees. For a life-and-death warning, Ye Qing risked his life and broke into a desperate no-man's land, and finally successfully dug out the trapped twelve-man expedition team under the dry rift in the center of Lop Nur Lake. The rescued expedition team members confided the secret to him: deep in Lop Nur, there is a door to time and space that opens every thousand years. In the dark depths behind the door, an unknown being was slowly counting the numbers: thirteen, fourteen, fifteen... Until one hundred. Deep in the rift valley, a blue light ball falling from the sky beats slowly like a spiritual cocoon, seeming to be nurturing some unknown and terrifying existence. The crisis has not yet ended, and the second fatal prophecy has arrived as scheduled. [Four days later, Tokyo Metro train 1207 derailed and a fire broke out in the tunnel. Some disasters cannot be avoided. Some doors should not be opened.