Chapter 504 People Like Them

After replenishing food, Feng Yi had more patience to solve social problems.

After checking in, there were indeed constant visitors.

Feng Yi knew that many people were not interested in the offshore experiment of Project Butterfly, but more in the social circle and identity recognition it represented.

Feng Yi will not express any attitude. Personal choice has nothing to do with him.

Stay tuned for changes in this town.

The congested road sections have been cleared, and those who should be encouraged to return are encouraged to return.

The weather is getting worse quickly, and staff from various streets in the town are doing mass work at the grassroots level, answering questions and reassuring people.

Typhoon "Hare" is getting closer.

On this day, after breakfast in the morning, Feng Yi received the notice and went to the observation platform.

Feng Yi was familiar with the process and went through it calmly.

The huge platform used for observation is very similar in design to the place where we watched the actual combat drill not long ago. Standing here, you can observe changes in the land, sea and sky in all directions.

The equipment is also complete. Guests who want to wear seat belts, lie down on the sofa, or stand to watch can all find a suitable place.

When Feng Yi arrived, the place was already very lively.

In addition to dignitaries and entrepreneurs, there are also experts and journalists.

Several scholars nearby were discussing the weather map on the electronic screen.

There are reporters interviewing guests at the venue.

"Proving scientific assumptions requires more substantial evidence and larger data to fill in..."

A scholar was answering a reporter's question, and both parties were quite serious.

Look at other directions.

Team Leader Yuan from the Special Investigation Team of the Joint Security Bureau also arrived.

Lao Yuan still looks the same, even when he smiles he looks serious.

Feng Yi heard the housekeeper talk about this man. The housekeeper said that when Lao Yuan was still young, he was very active, but he was beaten many times by his aunt and became deep. I don’t know if it was because of those blows that Lao Yuan developed his current character.

Lao Yuan was chatting with someone, and Feng Yi moved his eyes away and continued to look at other corners.

I met the "Survivor" program team again. Due to the limit on the number of people, the staff was greatly reduced, and it was not conspicuous on this occasion. Although the guests on the show are all celebrities, there are really not many star-chasers in this place.

Before going over there, Feng Yi found a place to sit down after chatting with people he knew or didn't know.

Typhoon "Aplysia" was approaching the land. Feng Yi guessed that the weather weapons would not attack immediately and would make the "Aplysia" arrogant for a while.

At the same time, there was a residential area near the sea in Guanxi Town.

There are residential private houses here, some high and some short, with different styles.

At this time, a young man in his early twenties was holding a live broadcast device and doing a "wonder" live broadcast outdoors.

"I am honored to join the crowd and witness this important moment!"

He wiped the rain off his face and moved the camera.

"There is no one on the street outside now, so we are not allowed to go out on the street. The typhoon is approaching, probably soon."

"Yes, it's raining and the wind is very strong. You can tell just by looking at the trees there."

"Not allowed to go out on the street? I didn't go out on the street, I just watched from my big open-air balcony..."

He showed the audience in the live broadcast room his spacious balcony with a view of the sea.

His family didn't have time to change the hotel this time, and there were a lot of goods piled up. After some discussion, the family decided not to rent it out this time, but they had to advertise it!

His tone was arrogant: "I'm standing on my balcony, who cares about me..."

A helicopter patrolling along the coast flew over.

Then he was warned.

Go inside the house obediently.

After the patrol plane flew away, he came out of the house again.

"Don't worry, everyone. I'm not reckless. Look, I'm wearing a seat belt. It's tied up. It won't be swept away by the wind..."

He acted brave and fearless in front of the camera, looking silly and bold, but in fact, he had already discussed it with his family. When the time came, he huddled in the room. The thick tempered glass was wiped clean, although it was posted The "seal" against typhoons does not affect the view from inside the house.

While chatting, the town's alarm sounded.

The street clerk told them in advance that when they hear this siren, it is a final reminder to everyone.

The loudspeaker on the street is still shouting: "Residents, please pay attention, don't go out, pay attention to safety..."

He turned around and slipped back into the room, closing the door and windows.

You have to be cowardly when you should be cowardly.

He even yelled at the live camera: "The sea rabbit is approaching!"

"I'm not afraid of it. I've seen many typhoons, so it's not unusual. But if there's a moment of radiation later, it's dangerous!"

His breath was unsteady, he panted frequently due to nervousness, and he spoke with a slight vibrato.

There is a computer next to it, showing the official live broadcast.

At this time, the host in the live broadcast room was saying not to panic and reminding everyone to be prepared, saying that there was action at the command center.

There is no countdown, the weapon will only be launched at the most correct time. Don't wait for the host to shout "Three, two, one... launch" or the like.

He wasn't looking at the computer screen, just staring out the window.

There were overcast clouds on the sea in the distance. After waiting for a long time, he was about to mutter something about when the fight would start, when he suddenly realized...

"Fuck!"

Ignoring the live broadcast, he moved forward and pressed his face against the window, looking outside.

There was a flash of light inside the clouds!

The network signal he used for the live broadcast was cut off, and the screen was stuck on a certain scene.

But he didn't pay attention to the signal problem and stared straight at the sky outside the window.

At first there were just flashes of light in the thick clouds.

The distance is a bit far, so you can adjust the camera lens to see the blurry scene.

But soon, it was as if a wonderful picture scroll was unfolding infinitely in all directions!

For a moment, the starry sky was thousands of miles away, and the Milky Way was pouring in!

What followed was a tremor, not too strong, but it made him dizzy. Exciting and scary at the same time.

At this time, in Guanxi Town, strange roars of various tones emerged from various residential and commercial buildings.

You can still boo when watching a fireworks show, let alone such a more shocking spectacle!

My heart was overflowing with excitement, and I didn't know how to express it, so I just roared meaninglessly, or with any meaning at all.

This young man doing live broadcasts is also one of them at this time.

"My god...your uncle...God!!!"

Indiscriminate words, slurred speech, dumbfounded!

His whole face was pressed against the window, and his nose was squashed.

"Ah", "fuck", "fuck", etc. continued for a long time, and there were many modal particles that needed to be silenced and harmonized.

When the shocking scene in the sky gradually faded away, he finally remembered that he was still live broadcasting.

With hands trembling with excitement, he picked up the device again.

I found that the live broadcast screen was stuck.

Spectacles still have an impact on signals.

The signal was finally restored and the live broadcast was smooth again.

"Did you see just now... Yes, yes, yes, it's stuck. The broken signal here is definitely not as good as the official dedicated live broadcast channel. But you also saw the picture of the jam just now... Hiss!"

"I'm sorry, I was so excited that I bit my tongue."

"Don't be sorry, everyone. I've been setting up a camera, and I'll upload the video once it's sorted out. Now hurry up and watch the scene. There's still some 'starlight' left, so let's take a look at it...

"Stop scolding, stop scolding, there's nothing I can do about the signal problem. I don't believe you didn't turn on the official live broadcast at the same time!"

"I want to describe the feeling of that scene to you in detail, but I am uneducated, so I can only say 'Ah, awesome'!"

"To be honest, at that moment just now, I even had the illusion that 'I want to become an immortal and no longer exist in this mortal world.' Is this something we mortals deserve to see?!"

He said excitedly, saliva flying everywhere.

"And over there, on the sea, in that direction, it was stormy and rainy just now, but now, it's gradually clearing up! Let me ask you, is God miraculous?"

"It's amazing! No wonder people say Project Butterfly is the greatest project of this century!"

"Full of energy! Infinitely magnificent!"

"From today on, I am a huge fan of the Butterfly Project! Beloved! Diehard!"

"For those of you who haven't seen it with your own eyes, it's such a pity! The feeling at this scene is really different, and the aura is shaking. Let me look at my arms. Do you see the hairs standing on end? Do you see the goose bumps? , It was all just now... Please wait a moment."

When he heard something going on at home, he put down his equipment first, opened the door to his room, went downstairs, and came back shortly.

"It was my grandma. She was crying. The other elders in the family were also in the same condition."

"Polls launched online two days ago show that most of the supporters of the Butterfly Project are over 40 years old."

"I have gone through a difficult period of climate anomalies and encountered many things. A major disaster in one or two years is unbearable, let alone twenty years."

"Move away? We moved temporarily before and then came back. The old people said that our roots have been here for generations. Who can let go?"

He looked out the window.

The wonderful scene has dissipated, and there are only a few faint scattered points of "starlight" left.

The sun breaks through the clouds and shines on the sea. The violent air flow calmed down.

Waves come one after another, washing against the shore. But it has lost its ferocious appearance when the storm hits.

He opened the balcony door and tentatively stepped out.

The air is still obviously moist.

In other residential buildings built in this area, someone opened the windows. People were coming out one after another from balconies and rooftops.

A middle-aged man also walked out of the room next door.

Silently, crying and laughing.

The anchor was too embarrassed to keep staring there and moved the camera away.

"That's our neighbor Uncle Li. He is in his forties and almost fifty years old and was born and raised by the seaside. He never shows his emotions, but he was too excited today."

"Uncle Li was the only one who survived the 20-year disaster during the abnormal climate period. Now he has his own family, but the shadow is still there. During the typhoon day, he would hardly look at the sea for a few days before and after, and would only look at the sea. I’m locked in my room and don’t want to eat. I heard that I have a phobia.”

When nature brings a disaster, it is difficult for those who survive in the cracks to have the courage to face it again when they encounter huge setbacks.

But now, their mentality has changed.

It's like a person who has been passively beaten suddenly has a weapon in his hand. Some people will continue to avoid it, but others have dared to look directly at it.

It is conceivable that after today, there will be more and more determined supporters of the Butterfly Project.

The anchor took a long breath, adjusted his mood, and started advertising for his home.

"Next time you come to Guanxi Town, you can come to my place to have fun. Even if there are no wonders, it is very suitable to watch the sea and the sunrise."

"Alas, time is too tight this time. My house has not caught up with the renovation, and I will start decorating the guest rooms later. I have a large balcony with a view of the sea. You can see it for yourself. When the time comes, everyone will gather here to see it together!"

"We have an observation station in Guanxi Town. The offshore test will definitely not happen just this time. You can check it out first... well, come and inspect it first."

There was another sound of a helicopter flying in the sky. The people who ran outside were about to go into the house reluctantly. When they looked again, they found out——

"That's not a patrol plane! It's from the national TV station!"

"It's probably going to shoot footage. I wonder if they will make a video and release it."

"Does this mean that it's safe? Everything is fine?"

At this time, there was more than one helicopter flying out, and not all of them were from the TV station. They must have their own missions.

In any case, at this time, local residents, foreign tourists, and Wushuang saw that those helicopters flew in the direction where the typhoon once existed.

The sun pierced through the torn clouds, casting a ray of golden light, coating the blue sea world with a sacred filter.

Far away, there were planes rushing into the sky and touching the sky.

Perhaps they were collecting test data.

But in the eyes of residents and tourists, this scene had a kind of...grand epic meaning!

This is not a wind that blows casually and will be forgotten after it passes.

This is a precious picture that will be deeply imprinted in the hearts of everyone who witnessed it, and will be clearly remembered even when they are dying.

I remember the touch of the hair on my arm...

I remember the messy hut, the window against my face...

I remember the sea and the sky...

I remember the "galaxy screen"...

And so on, all of these are so unforgettable!

This is the influence of wonders!

In the next few years, Guanxi Town will be a tourist hotspot.

At this time, the observation station, the wide observation platform.

It is no quieter here than outside, it is noisy, there are exclamations, and disputes.

"How do you feel?"

"Great!"

"Very successful!"

Feng Yi listened to the discussions of the people around him, and a person sat down in the seat next to him.

It was Lao Yuan from the special investigation team of the Joint Security Bureau.

Team Leader Yuan: "I remember that you supported the Butterfly Project at first."

Feng Yi said: "I have always been a supporter of the Butterfly Project."

Team Leader Yuan: "I heard about the voting meeting. What do you think after watching the offshore test this time?"

Feng Yi smiled: "I still stick to my voting choice."

As he said this, his smile faded and his expression became a little serious:

"Success is a good thing, but it is indeed immature now and needs time to develop. Be vigilant in every offshore test! Don't relax!"

A reporter came to interview Feng Yi, and Team Leader Yuan got up and left.

A member of the special investigation team also heard their conversation just now and was a little curious.

Although the content of the voting meeting will not be disclosed to the public, as members of the special investigation team, they also learned some information.

Feng Yi said at the voting meeting that he had a hunch that there was a crisis hidden in it, and once it happened, it would be a big problem.

"Why did Feng Yi insist on his choice? Based on his intuition?" asked the team member.

"People like them do have extraordinary intuition and inexplicable accuracy!" said Team Leader Yuan.

The team member wondered.

What kind of people are they?

Who are “they” referring to?

Every time the beginning of the month comes, I always feel that “this month will definitely work out!”

Is this an illusion?

——Gu Yan Gu Yu