In front of the window, the man picked up a children's binoculars and looked at the residential building across the road.

He counted two seconds and locked a window.

The window had curtains drawn, but the curtains were so thin that they could not hide the light, and he could clearly see the shadows of the objects in the room.

Most of the shadows are the same as usual, except that the most important shadow is missing.

He looked down at his watch, it was eleven o'clock at noon, and what about the girl who walked around the room every eleven o'clock?

What about the girl with shoulder-length hair, a suspender shirt on her upper body, and a pair of shorts on her lower body?

His heart was full of anxiety, the girl was not only a girl, but also the pillar of his heart.

He was not a strong man, and after the end of the world, his lonely and helpless life made him desperate, and he once thought about committing suicide.

On that day, he had already tied the rope to the chandelier, and at that moment, the figure of the girl flashed in the residential building opposite.

He was overjoyed, it turned out that he was not alone, and there was such a young girl, living opposite.

The despair in his heart dissipated, he untied the rope, found the telescope he played with as a child, and observed the girl's daily life.

The thin curtains blocked his vision, and he couldn't see the girl's appearance, but guessing from her figure, it must be a beautiful girl.

His lonely heart was filled with that figure, and the sweetness of love dispelled the bitterness of fear.

Every day, the girl's just a few minutes by the window is the happiest time of his life.

But now, the girl has disappeared for three days.

Yesterday he stayed by the window 24 hours a day, and he did not see any movement on the other side.

Could it be......

No, how could God be so cruel to such a beautiful maiden?

He stood up and paced around the room, his heart struggling, his heart in love, pounding against the door of fear.

Finally, he made up his mind.

He picked up a kitchen knife, put on the inner liner of the rice cooker, put on a thick cotton coat, and tied a book with duct tape around his limbs as protection.

He was going to find the girl, to find the light of his life.

When he was fully armed, he went to the kitchen and took out the last, the last half of the box of bread that remained.

Originally, he only ate one a day and only maintained the most basic physical fitness, but now, he is going to fire all the firepower.

He gulped down three loaves of bread, then poured a bowl of water and walked out the door.

Love, crashing through the door of fear, rushed to the desolate road.

Roar –

A zombie chirps at a bird on a telephone pole.

Bang –

Love took two steps back and closed the door tightly.

He ran home, huddled in a corner, and wept bitterly.

He didn't dare.

He really didn't dare.

"Rubbish, you shit!" He struck his head hard, using the pain to relieve the guilt in his heart.

The girl is his light, and he should be the knight of the girl, but he, a knight, doesn't even have the courage to go out!

He was tired from fighting, tired from crying, and sat on the ground sluggishly.

I don't know how long it took, but the phone in his pocket vibrate.

This is the alarm clock he has set, and at this point in time, there is a chance that the girl will be 13 out of 60 and will hang out by the window.

His eyes lit up at once, and he crawled to the balcony with his hands and feet, and looked at the window opposite with his binoculars.

Tick, tick, tick, time passed minute by minute, and the girl never appeared.

His eyes lost their luster again.

Why, God why are you so cruel! You might as well take my life first!

Tears ran down his cheeks and dripped onto the tiles.

He fell to his knees, his light, his goddess, left him, it was all his fault, he shouldn't have looked at it like this, he should have found a way to communicate with the girl, he should have helped the girl, not wept here on the third day of the girl's disappearance.

If Heaven is giving him a chance, he must go to the maiden, abandon his timidity, and offer his loyalty and bravery.

As for now, as for now......

He took one last look at the window, and the light shone through the thin curtain.

I'm coming.

He took out the rope, ran through the chandelier, and slipped his neck into the noose.

He kicked the chair away.

The chandelier creaked, the rope grabbed his neck, and he felt his blood rush up and he couldn't breathe.

Here I come, my goddess.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but the next moment, the smile froze.

His eyes widened and he stared at the other side.

What did he see? That familiar figure appeared by the window! What did he see? That divine posture is manifested by the window!

He was overjoyed, and at this moment, hell became heaven, and he saw the Virgin, and he saw the light that opened the heavens and the earth! But the discomfort in his neck pulled him back to reality.

He jerked awake and struggled violently.

Oh my God, what did he do!

He closed his eyes in despair.

In the shadow of the ceiling, small furballs came out and cut the rope with a blade.

The man fell to the ground, not thinking about the broken rope, and while coughing, he rushed to the balcony, picked up the binoculars, and looked at the other side.

There was no figure by the window.

How is there no figure!

He didn't give up, stared, watched without blinking, a minute passed, two minutes passed, a full ten minutes, and no figure appeared.

He dropped his binoculars and sat on the ground in despair.

Was that his hallucination?

Is it that the girl can't bear his death, so she manifests her spirit and lets him live well?

He was moved to tears.

What a kind, holy maiden this is!

But what's the point of a world without you?

He picked up the rope again and hung it on the chandelier.

The pain in his heart made his hands sluggish, and he tried three times and didn't put them on.

"Want to help?" A voice rang out.

"No, you don't." He replied subconsciously, and it took him a full three seconds before he realized what was happening.

He looked behind him in astonishment, a man in a hood, smiling at him.

He was pleasantly surprised, then smiled bitterly.

"There's no point in it anymore," he shook his head, "she's dead." ”

"What?" Xia Yi asked suspiciously.

He didn't answer, and looked at the building opposite.

"You're talking about the right person?" Xia Yi understood, "He's just so hungry that he doesn't want to move, I just brought him something to eat." ”

The man couldn't believe his ears, and his body trembled: "Really? ”

"Really." Xia Yi opened his satchel, "He bought a bag of rice and some snacks, what do you order?" Rice is 15 meters, and snacks are all at market price. ”

"I don't want that."

The man rushed into the bedroom, took out his wallet, and knelt in front of Xia Yi: "Please, take me to see her, I'm going to see her!" ”

Xia Yi scratched his head, a little troubled.

It's not that hard, though.

"If you have the guts, just follow me." Xia Yi walked out the door.

The man showed the courage of his life, he followed behind Xia Yi, and came to the opposite residential building without danger.

Standing in front of the door, he was extremely nervous, he carefully arranged his clothes, regretting that he did not change into a suit, but this remorse was quickly driven away by anticipation.

He slammed the door panel, his heart swelling, like a pilgrim.

The sound of the door opening sounded to him like holy kagura, and the light behind the door came from the circle of light behind the head of the Virgin Mary.

He was fascinated.

The door opened completely, and a middle-aged man appeared yawning.

The middle-aged man had a scruffy beard, greasy, messy hair hanging down his shoulders, a white tank top covered in stains, and his hands were in his pants and clutching his ass.

"Hello." The middle-aged man smiled at him.

"You bastard!" The man slapped him and ran downstairs crying.

There was danger below, and Xia Yi hurriedly chased after him.

The middle-aged man covered the place where he was beaten, looking dazed.