Doomsday machine

By Mohammed Adams

Wake up, the end has come. Ninety-nine percent of humanity is extinct. I started the way of lone Wolf survival, picking up garbage, rolling equipment, and building homes. At the beginning of the simple want to survive, the result accidentally, found and opened the earth banned for many years of ancient black technology, salty fish has since turn

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mohammed Adams
• Release date: Feb 14, 2024
• ISBN: 9798869268341

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Doomsday machine

by Mohammed Adams

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Chapter 1 Rebirth The First Thing You Do when you Wake up

Kian Finch jerked his eyes open.

It was a small one-room room with gray water marks on the yellowed walls, a small patch of moss growing in the corner of the wooden door near the bathroom, a few books cluttered on a small desk at the foot of the bed, a black water-based pen resting on a half-open notebook, and a laptop on the desk entangled in a pile of power cables, next to the computer. It's a half-bitten bun and a black scrunchie.

Everything in front of me seems familiar and strange.

Finally, her eyes fell on the blue dolphin-shaped alarm clock at the very edge of the desk. The small dolphin with its tail curled into a circle hugged the clock dial of the same color, and the hour hand went exactly to 7:27, the date --

As if sleepwalking, she picks up her phone from the nightstand, slides it open, and clicks the calendar. September 1, 2029! Kian Finch's body shuddered.

She remembered all too well that this day was the day when the last days would come, as the scientists of later generations recognized, and here... It's her last rental house before the apocalypse!

Kian Finch held out his hands -- long, slender fingers with functional knuckles, not the broken pinky one that couldn't curl up a decade later.

She squeezed the tiger so hard it hurt.

So, is she, like, born again?

Kian Finch can't believe that even in those days and nights when she was struggling to survive, the most beautiful thing that she ever dreamed about, that she never dreamed about, is actually happening to her!

She got up and yanked open the aqua blue print curtains, and the noise of people and horses outside the window seemed to have been opened up, roaring toward Kian Finch

With the accent of Hedong province selling steamed stuffed bun aunt loud voice: Is to two steamed stuffed bun?

Next to the aunt, the big iron pot of fried fryoutiao Zlala rang, and the oil smoke of coke incense was dense and rising, wrapping up the people passing by.

Two high school students in blue and white tracksuits rode bicycles, turning left and right, struggling through the crowd.

The old ladies in the park who practice tai chi are already laughing and walking back.

It was all so real.

Kian Finch breathes in, breathes out, and lingers on the smoke and dust like a ghost in love with human masculinity.

It's good to be alive.

Bell, bell, bell, the dolphin alarm clock suddenly sounded, Kian Finch's mind was instantly pulled back to reality, look at the alarm clock, the minute hand set at 7:30.

Only two hours until the gates of hell open.

Kian Finch is jumping! She's got to do something!

What to do, she did not think out for the moment, but one thing is clear: this plague disaster is the beginning of the whole human catastrophe, if she is alone, in the end can only follow everyone to destroy, she --

Kian Finch rushed to his desk, opened the lid, and closed it. No, she didn't have enough personal influence to issue a warning that could easily be dismissed as a joke and not be taken seriously enough. Besides, there are things she needs to verify herself... Picked up the phone to call the police, dialed twice and put it down... If asked, what would she say? She can't be exposed yet! At the very least, not too quickly.

Only two hours of spare time, even if she has not let themselves get involved in a thousand wise, but also need time to display, and she is now just an ordinary small white-collar, can use resources are too limited. And the one thing she doesn't have right now is time.

Kian Finch circled the room like a headless chicken, until the rambling thoughts were interrupted by another soothing, melodious line of piano music - her phone rang.

Gabriel Marsden, who's that?

Searching for the name in memory, Kian Finch flicked the answer button, grabbed his headphones and began rummaging through the closet.

Kian Finch, are you up? The girl on the phone had a soft voice with a local accent.

She asked directly, What do you want?

The girl's voice is still soft, not impatient: Well, I blew the air conditioner last night to cool, now people are very uncomfortable, want to ask you for a leave.

Kian Finch let out an offhand, ready to hang up.

Gabriel Marsden did not finish his words: I have prepared the article on Weibo and the public account today, but I have put it on the company computer and did not take it home. Please kindly go and help me send it, OK? The password is the one you gave me earlier, and I'll send you the file address later."

Kian Finch sat through all this nonsense because she finally remembered who the girl was - an intern assigned to her as a new employee of the company before the end of the world, and an administrator of the news Department's external Weibo and public account. She made the same call the day before the apocalypse, and Kian Finch hasn't seen her since.

Kian Finch said yes, warning her, Don't go to the hospital today, get your medicine and rest at home. Recently there is a new infectious disease, it is said to be very strong, many people have been recruited, now the hospital is full of people, you pay attention not to be cross-infected. And send me the password again."

Gabriel Marsden was nervous. Infectious disease? Why didn't I hear? Kian Finch, do you have any inside information? Kian Finch has lived in the city longer than she has, and he's in the news, so maybe he's got connections that people don't know about. To her warning, Gabriel Marsden dared not take it lightly.

When he hung up, Kian Finch had an idea.

Brushing aside the suit he'd put on his bed the night before, Kian Finch rubbed his face casually, put on some light jeans and a T-shirt, put on some sneakers and picked up a tennis racket in the corner -- the only thing in the room that looked like a weapon.

This trip, I don't think I'll ever come back. Luckily, she didn't have much. Kian Finch packed a few changes of clothes, cleaned the room of any food left, grabbed all the papers, bank cards, and computers, grabbed the bread left on the desk, and ran downstairs.

The rental house she lives in is located in the urban and rural areas, the environment is poor, but the transportation is convenient, living facilities are complete, the rent is cheap, and it is only ten minutes by car from her work unit, Dot Network company.

Off the stairs, Kian Finch almost ran into a group of elderly people returning from exercise.

The old man walking in the front complained loudly: You lesbian comrades are delicate, isn't it just blowing some cold wind? I can't believe I fell down. Can I still walk? Shall I carry you?"

He asked a fat old lady with white hair, the old lady was panting very quickly, and was held by two younger middle-aged women on one side, and she herself was covering her forehead with wet tissues, and her voice was hoarse: No, my home is coming, there is no problem to insist. Xiao Li, Xiao Zhang has troubled you." The side of her face that she left uncovered was an irregular red scar.

Despite the early psychological preparation, seeing this scene, Kian Finch's heart is still hard - the end of the world is the prelude to the plague, its concentrated outbreak of the time is generally believed to be around 9:30 a.m. on September 1, but before this, there is an omen, and I did not think that I met a suspected patient just out of the door.

She went up with the last hope: Aunt, I am a doctor, can you show me the tongue coating?

Kian Finch had a nice, round face, a soft voice, and was not too demanding. The old lady stuck out her tongue and asked, Can you see what's wrong with me, little girl?

The center of her tongue is purple with black tinges.

Kian Finch did not know what to say to her, and the plague, which would later be called lobular fever, would not be conquered until she died. It is a virulent infectious disease that spreads extremely rapidly, even if it is the primary symptom of the silver-haired old lady, it is also doomed to the outcome of death.

She finally said, It's not a problem, you don't need to go to the hospital, go back to your room and lie down alone and have a quiet sleep. However, it is very contagious and you should be careful not to have contact with other people while you are sick." Get some sleep, preferably without waking up, in case you do... She looked around at the people around the old lady. There were faint red spots on several faces, and there was no mistaking them.

Kian Finch took a deep breath and walked into the small market at the end of the alley. There was an old public telephone.

Lady Finch, make a call, Kian Finch handed her two $100 bills. I'm in a hurry. Why don't you go get me something from the shelf? The rest is yours.

Kian Finch shops here a lot, and the owner knows her very well, so I didn't think twice about it. Kian Finch casually reported a large number of items that were far from the counter and could not be found for a while. As soon as the owner was out of sight, she dialed 110 and whispered hoarsely, Hey, I want to report a poison.

A little girl answered the phone. You say someone poisoned you? May I ask when, where, and who was poisoning?

Kian Finch combined the information he had received in his previous life and reported several locations: Bihai Street, City No. 1 Middle School, Factory 432... Someone is throwing hard biological drugs.

The operator did not answer for a moment, and the places Kian Finch reported were either densely populated areas or sensitive units such as an Arsenal, which was so extensive that it sounded like a joke.

If her story is true, it would be the most widespread case of poisoning in China's nearly 100-year history. 110 is not without the experience of being harassed by crazy people on the phone, those people make up more bizarre reasons than this numerous.

The operator has experience with this kind of person: Ma 'am, do you know what you're talking about? If you make a false report, we'll have to --

The owner's wife was walking back with a bunch of groceries, but Kian Finch interrupted her. Of course I know I'll be arrested for calling a false police, Finch said. You guys might be able to stop it now. In other places, I don't know who is poisoning, but in No. 1 Middle School, the poisoning is a canteen boy surnamed Mei, he put the drugs in the porridge, you hurry up, and when the children have eaten dinner, it will be finished!"

Ten years later, Kian Finch may not remember a lot, but the poisoning at First High School, even if another ten years, she will not forget. Because of the bad nature of this incident, the consequences of the tragic, far-reaching impact, no one else can be right.

Bad red fever is mainly transmitted by eating and droplets at the beginning, and when it is transmitted again, in addition to the above modes of transmission, blood transmission is also added. Among them, in the initial transmission, droplet transmission will have an incubation period ranging from one to six hours, and food transmission is less than 15 minutes after eating.

The canteen boy's buckets of poisoned porridge knocked over half the kids at No. 1 Middle School in no time! Of all the secret poisoners, he was the most vicious, daring, dehumanizing. At that time, the school was treated as a normal food poisoning, with a large number of students accompanying them before the ambulance took everyone to the hospital, and as a result, the children who survived the initial spread opened their eyes and bit their former companions and friends, dragging them with them to hell!

Kian Finch suddenly gave us such a clear clue that the operator was a little unsure. Please give us your name and address, and we'll send someone to check it out.

Kian Finch rattled off the name and address of the lady who owns the mini-mart, stressing anxiously, You have to hurry. Breakfast is in ten minutes. After saying this sentence, she hung up the phone directly regardless of the other party's reaction, and quietly broke the phone line.

After finding the mini cooper he supposedly took out a loan for earlier this year, Kian Finch finally found Leslie Vanderpool's phone number online at First High School.

She didn't know how much attention the police would take, or how quickly, but she wouldn't put all her hopes in a state agency that hadn't built trust with each other. If this matter is learned by the principal of No. 1 Middle school, the responsibility, whether true or false, he will first control the handyman surnamed Mei. As far as Kian Finch is concerned, that's all he can do.

Leslie Vanderpool was much more nervous than the operator. Kian Finch told him briefly what to do with the poison on the man's hands. Although he was still suspicious, he immediately rushed to the cafeteria, fearing that something bad would happen if he made an oversight.

Kian Finch dropped a sentence: You go arrest the people first, I have an emergency, I will call you back later to communicate.

Two hours was too short and there was too much to do. She only made two phone calls and ten minutes had passed.

Kian Finch put his foot to the bottom of the gas pedal, and the silver car blew out like a whirlwind.

Chapter 2 The Second Earth-shattering event

Ten minutes by car. Kian Finch made it in five.

At least two cameras caught her speeding through a red light on the newly constructed road from the urban fringe where she lives to Polka Dot Building. Kian Finch will have to move faster if he doesn't want the traffic police to come knocking on his door.

Enter the dot in the office building is already 7:55, this Longteng building is the dot headquarters, office here, all the dot employees. Polka Dot started work at 9 a.m. Kian Finch arrived an hour early, and the usual crowded hall was empty except for the curious watch from the security guard in the duty room.

Kian Finch's office is on the tenth floor, an entire floor of Polka Dot News, where she was promoted to head of social News three months ago.

At 7:58, she looked at the time on her computer and opened the document.

Five minutes later, the short essay that would change the course of Kian Finch's life was officially finished, and it lay quietly in the background of the site, waiting for it to be sent or deleted.

Kian Finch first called the principal of Middle School One. She needed to make a final confirmation.

Leslie Vanderpool was in a commotion, his voice subdued with anxiety. Who? Kian Finch heard someone screaming This is terrible! on the other end of the phone.

Kian Finch said, It's me. The first phone call she made to the principal was a small software that spoofed the number, which was supposed to automatically change the number every time she called, so it was not surprising that the principal did not recognize her number. She can't remember why she has this software on this phone, but there is no doubt that this software is a great convenience for her current actions.

Leslie Vanderpool said Oh oh twice, probably still in shock and confusion, he was incomprehensible: Miss, it's really thanks to you, I didn't expect that Meishan bastard so crazy -

The last chance in his heart was broken. Kian Finch hit the send button, copied it to Gabriel Marsden's account and Weibo, and tweeted dozens of millions of followers. Finally, he took out the company's latest set of photography and photography functions, got up and turned off the computer and walked into the stairwell. There, she remembered, was a fire axe in the fire box.

On the other end of the phone, Leslie Vanderpool should have walked to a relatively quiet place and told me about the arrest of Meishan: He saw that we didn't find anything, and immediately shook up, fortunately I -

Are you watching my movements? After taking out the fire axe, Kian Finch looked at the number of floors lit up in the elevator and interrupted him abruptly.

Leslie Vanderpool choked and laughed dryly. How is that possible?

When the elevator reached the tenth floor, a colleague stepped out and greeted her. Kian Finch, are you out early for a story?

Kian Finch nods. Her colleagues seem to get used to the fact that her job involves a lot of interviewing. She said to the phone, I'll call you back later. Hey, hey. After several feeders, Leslie Vanderpool took the phone back and said to the two uniforms sitting on the couch, The phone is off.

Did you find out where she is? The older one asked the younger one.

Young shook his head: She turned off the GPS and the network, the call time is too short, I can't track, really cunning. They thought it was a routine call, and that the caller had probably called a false police officer. They had no idea that Kian Finch was right about what he was saying, and they immediately called to confirm. In a hurry, they can only use mobile phones to try to track each other's signal.

The one who asked the question before looked contemplative: Just now it seemed that someone was talking to her next to her, did you hear what was said?

Young amplified the voice of the call, went back and listened to it again, and said excitedly: Running news? This woman is a reporter, isn't she? Maybe she got some information from somewhere."

As the older man began to speak, Leslie Vanderpool's phone rang again. He made a gesture and Leslie Vanderpool's voice was all that was left in the room.

Kian Finch said, Give me the phone and I'll talk to them. The first high school was just the beginning of building trust between her and the state department, and what she had to say next was the most important thing.

The voice on the other end of the phone quickly changed: Miss, this is Jayden Wallis, captain of the No. 3 Songhai Police Brigade, and you --

Captain Lee, Kian Finch interrupted, let's get right down to business. All the places I said on the 911 call this morning are true, and I don't know exactly what they're doing, but I'm sure they'll be done by 9:00 a.m., so you need to get someone there. By the way, I was telling Leslie Vanderpool how to deal with that poison, don't bother, do it, it's a highly pathogenic, highly contagious poison, a little bit can make you sick, and if you get sick, you will die.

Jayden Wallis' response was also swift, as he shouted into the phone, Everybody, come with me! And asked Kian Finch, You just said 'they,' is this an organized crime? Do you know who they are?"

Kian Finch said seriously, We'll talk about that later. There are other places that are going to be poisoned right now. Take note of the address.

Jayden Wallis ran and said, You tell me.

Haimei Building, Nanwan Park, Hezhong Street, No. 4 Middle School... Off the top of his head, Kian Finch rattled off a list of addresses, some in Songhai, but many more in major cities across the country. Thankfully she has a good memory and she was in charge of this area before she was reborn, otherwise... Although I don't know how serious the situation is, if her memory is missing, it can still save a little bit.

Jayden Wallis stopped running. Wait, wait, wait. Do you know how many places you're talking about? If there is such a big battle, if it is fake, it is not something that can be solved by reporting fake police and detention for ten days. If Kian Finch had not been logical, calm and well-grounded, and had displayed a great personal quality, Jayden Wallis would have called her a psychopath who was entertaining people and would have dug up her location to arrest them.

Kian Finch is even angrier than he is,