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There was a sudden fire, but there was a dark shadow flashing in the raging fire; there was a strange and huge power outage, but something was crawling in the darkness: a strange and inexplicable call, and something was whispering vaguely on the other end of the phone... Something seemed to be waking up on the earth, but what exactly was it. Is he the "devil" who destroys the world, or is he a friendly "ally"? When the old days return to the world, where should mankind go... The moment the door opened, Shen Zhizhou thought there was something wrong with his eyes. Not darkness. There couldn't be light hundreds of meters underground, but everything in front of me was glowing. There are light blue lines flowing on the silver-white metal wall, like blood vessels, and like the strokes of some ancient writing. The air does not have the damp, musty smell of the underground, but instead carries a clean smell, similar to that after a heavy rain. The temperature was just right, the humidity was just right, and even the light from the wine falling above his head was just right - where did that light come from? He looked up, and the dome was so high that he couldn't see the end. There was only a thin film of light covering it, and it flickered on and off like breathing. "Follow up and don't fall behind." The officer walking in front did not look back. Most of his voice was swallowed up by the empty space, and was crushed into a low hum. Shen Zhizhou recognized him from the military rank badge as a major, his surname was Chen, and his name was Chen Yimo. He didn't say a few complete sentences along the way. Just two hours ago, he was sitting in a classroom taking advanced mathematics. The professor was teaching partial differential equations, and the sunlight outside the window slanted on his notebook. He was falling asleep. Then the door was pushed open... The gears of fate started turning from this moment on "Are you ready?"