Chapter 135 25: Will Qing
Abu lowered his head, glanced at El who was running out of time, and dragged his staggering steps towards the iron tower.
He touched the Iron Tower souvenir hanging around his neck. It was still there, but half cracked.
Looking up, he looked at this building that entrusted the pride, memories, and emotions of countless people, including his own.
Countless people pray to God for a miracle to happen.
Abu's mother tightened her grip on the quilt and nervously tried to find her son in the picture.
Katherine suddenly regretted why she had not gone to the Eiffel Tower for a formal sightseeing trip.
Olivier looked at the multiple screens in front of him, silent, wondering what he was thinking about.
An old Asian man sat outside the cafe, ignoring the excited crowd and sipping the specialty espresso.
“A bit bitter.”
Under the iron tower.
Ab raised his trembling hands, the earth began to surge, and the rocks were multiplying.
"I know, I know, I don't seem to have enough strength now. But please take them all. I can fall, but the tower"
"She can't fall! !”
Ab roared hoarsely.
The soil under his feet was rolling and surging like waves, until something seemed to break out of the ground!
On the horizon, trembling, a stone pillar suddenly stretched out. No, it was a giant hand of mottled rock. It stretched out from the earth to the sky, rising in height every second. And Abu stood on the back of his hand.
More rocks are gathering continuously, and the palm is getting bigger and bigger, but compared with the iron tower, it still looks so slender.
Rumble.
The tourists on the top floor of the tower who had almost closed their eyes and were waiting for death found that with a vibration, the tower stopped falling. When some of them looked down cautiously, they discovered that it was supported by a hand. Tower.
The hand of rock supported the iron tower that was tilted at seventy degrees. Due to the excessive pressure, a large number of cracks appeared on the palm of the arm. The gravel and dust fell one after another, as if it would be broken in the next second.
“I can, I can!!!”
Ab’s previous injury was even more serious, and the blood dyed the rocky hand red. He lay on the back of his hand, The final strength was mobilized.
Cracks are constantly being created and repaired, and the arms are growing and expanding while trembling!
Just like a soldier using his last strength to plant the flag on a high point, the giant rock hand struggled to help the tower back on track.
Gaul forgot to breathe at this moment.
The people on the tower covered their mouths and stared blankly at the hand that seemed to be stretched out by God, for fear that their larger movements would cause it to tilt again.
Until five seconds, ten seconds, one minute
The tower is stable.
Maybe it was only temporary, but she did not fall after all.
Under the sunlight approaching dusk, Mother Earth stretched out a hand and gently supported the fallen iron tower.
The iron tower at this moment is not straight, but with a slight angle, leaning on the giant hand.
The two maintain a delicate balance.
People finally gasped for breath, cheered and rejoiced, and cried with joy. They were so happy that they covered their faces and sobbed, with sadness and joy mixed in their hearts.
The tower is still there.
The soul can still have sustenance, memories can continue to accommodate, and pride can still continue.
On the ground, El was already dying. He lay quietly on the ground and showed an obscure smile when he saw the iron tower that had not fallen.
The next moment, he seemed to see the door to heaven open, and Caroline flying out with wings on her back, smiling, and reaching out to him.
"Did I do something wrong?" he asked.
Caroline said nothing and just pointed to the position of her heart.
".I'm actually not afraid of making mistakes, I'm just afraid of your blame."
His hands slowly dropped, his eyes disappeared, and he stopped breathing. Somewhere under the soil, the magic wand lost all its light.
From the sky, helicopters arrived one after another to rescue the people trapped on the tower.
At the same time, Abu, who was unconscious on the back of the boulder, and El, who was confirmed dead, were also taken away with great care.
"Oh my God, this is simply an art, an art that does not belong to the mundane world! My inspiration is erupting, I want to draw it, I want to draw it!" A painter who was doing outdoor sketching looked at the giant hand in front of him. The picture of the tower is so exciting that I can’t help myself.
"Shut up! You are so annoying!" The female painter on the side scolded him angrily with red eyes, then held her easel and walked away, not wanting to see the person in front of her again.
The painter didn't care, he was silent in his own world, conceiving his own magnificent masterpiece.
In the cafe, the owner happily announced that everyone would be free of charge today.
People cheered, laughed or cried, raised the contents in their cups and paid homage to the iron tower and giant hand not far away.
The old Asian man had already finished the cup of coffee, put the banknotes under the coffee cup, and walked toward his next destination on crutches.
"Sir! Sir!"
A voice from behind stopped him. It was the waitress in the store.
“Huh, the boss said today that the bill is free and you don’t have to pay.” Perhaps she felt that the Asian in front of her didn’t understand the local language, so she spoke in English.
"Oh, thank you, madam." The old man took the money back.
"You're welcome. Besides, why do you still use this kind of banknote? It must have been out of circulation for a long time, right? I have only seen it a few times in books since I was born." The woman pointed at the banknote curiously.
"Well, this is a banknote in my collection. I accidentally took it by mistake. Do you know the person on it?" The old man explained with a smile, and then asked.
"I don't know him, but I know there is an iron tower on the back, so he is Gustav." The woman shrugged.
The old man nodded with satisfaction: "That's a good answer. Just think of this banknote that is no longer in circulation as a small gift from me."
"Thank you." Maybe. Although she was relatively poor, the woman still accepted the money. Even if it was no longer circulated, it was still valuable.
The old Asian man did not stay any longer and turned around to leave.
"What a strange person." When the woman sighed, her cell phone rang. After looking at the caller, she answered the call with a grimace.
"Emergency! There are too many injured. Your leave has been cancelled. Come back to work quickly!"
"Okay, okay, I'll tell my part-time boss. I'll be back soon." The woman sighed and hung up the phone, looked at the banknotes in her hand, smiled again, patted her face, and cheered herself up, "Come on, come on! The tower hasn't fallen, and I can't fall either!"
Gaul's As the aftermath of the incident continues to spread, countries around the world have expressed strong concern, and many countries have expressed their willingness to provide assistance and help rebuild the tower.
Adhering to the concept of not taking advantage of the bastard, Olivier did make a fortune.
"El has been confirmed dead, and his body will be sent to the research institute for preservation and research."
"Abu's body is very weak and he is still in a coma. The hospital is currently taking the following measures: More conservative conventional treatment methods, because the strength of his skin is not suitable for some surgeries."
"His mother has been transferred to a higher-level ward, and professional doctors and nurses will consult her to strive for a speedy recovery. . ”
“His brother’s body has also been transferred to the funeral home, and it can be buried only after they recover. ”
Olivier looked forward with doubts, but seemed to have no focus: "Where does their power come from?"
"What does extraordinary mean?"
" What are America and Japan hiding?”
“I always have the feeling that an invisible hand treats our country as a chessboard, randomly placing two chess pieces and even the chess piece itself. I don’t know who is controlling them, and the people on our chessboard are like ants, not even a trace is noticed.”
The assistant comforted: “Sir, you have been worried recently. There are too many things, this should just be your illusion.”
"Is it an illusion?" Olivier didn't know. Perhaps, when he faced something that was difficult to explain with his original world view, he subconsciously thought of all kinds of outrageous possibilities.
That’s right, you should be worrying too much.
Gaul will not become a chessboard.
He wouldn't let her become a chessboard either.
(End of this chapter)