The Mayans predicted the end of the world, but it did not come.
"3, 2, 1! Welcome everyone to 2102, and everything goes well in the new year!" The host's face on the floating screen was filled with a happy smile. Even in the year 2102 of the Yuan Dynasty, traditional festival customs have not been abandoned, and humanistic care has been taken to a higher level.
The winter has become extremely long, the ice age has entered early, and the snow outside is like pear blossoms, covering everything. There are steaming dumplings on the table, and the room is heated. Lin Zhongyang is still wearing a red checkered scarf for decoration. She is still the only one during the Spring Festival this year.
She used to feel comfortable living alone, but since the winter vacation, whenever she turns on the electronic screen for more than 2 hours, she will have dreams at night. His mind was filled with inhuman whispers, and the fear conveyed by the voices crept into his heart. He would wake up in the middle of the night. Over time, Lin Zhongyang became a little depressed. Until a strange girl who claimed to have the power of divination knocked on the door. . .
Purpose: Human security