In a shelter modeled after a department store, the two found a bench and sat down.

Hu Ma pondered Xu Fu's question, "If you give me three days of life, what exactly does it mean?" Is it assuming I only have three days left to live? ”

"Yes. Suppose the Grim Reaper comes out of nowhere and says to you, 'You only have three days left'. After three days, whether it is a car accident, illness, or even a meteorite falling, there will definitely be a cause of death that will make you die. And you may have been able to deal with these disasters, but you may not be able to cope with them because of your extreme luck. It's like being cursed by the undead. Anyway, it's dead. Probably in order to prevent Hu Ma from drilling on the premise, Xu Fu mechanically explained the premise, then smiled and said, "So, in these last three days, what will you think and do?" Any answer is good, I want to know what you think. ”

"Uh...... It's hard to imagine. Hu Ma just imagined that the sky was dark and restless, "Why do you ask such a question?" ”

"When I saw the survivors of the shelter, I was just impressed." Xu Fu said.

"That's right...... As for me, since it's only the last three days, I'm sure I'll want to spend it with my family. Hu Ma tried his best to imagine the situation that Xu Fu had assumed, "with his sister and his parents...... Maybe you'll want to go on a trip together. I went to a place where I wanted to go before, but I didn't go because I didn't feel in a hurry. It's like a seaside ......."

He thought for a moment and said, "If time is really urgent, then it is better to go to the nearest amusement park in Beaver City." A family of four went to the amusement park to have a good time. If you can, I hope that the Grim Reaper will take my life after the sun has set, and not in front of my family. So that there are no regrets. ”

"No regrets?" Xu Fu asked rhetorically.

"No, it's a pity." Hu Ma lowered his dog ears in frustration, "I don't want to die." ”

Xu Fu smiled slightly, patted Huma's back, and then said slowly: "But death is very cruel. Be cruel not only to others, but also to yourself. So even if you look at your lonely back when you say goodbye to your family, and are accidentally touched by you, you will still be ruthless in the end to take your life. ”

Hu Ma couldn't help but say, "Since they are all moved, then stop it." ”

"Maybe the Grim Reaper has his own ideas." Xu Fu then asked, "Do you have any other ideas besides tourism and amusement parks?" ”

"Yes, yes, but only for three days." Hu Ma racked his brains to think, and Xu Fu looked at him without saying a word.

After a while, he finally squeezed out this sentence, "You can only do what needs to be done first." ”

After saying that, he lowered his head in shame. He felt that Xu Fu seemed to attach great importance to how he would answer, but he could only give such a boring answer.

He cautiously raised his head and found that Xu Fu was looking at him steadily.

"Do what needs to be done." Xu Fu nodded and said with relief, "Yes." That's what I thought, too. Don't be frustrated, this answer is pretty good. ”

He held his knees and stood up, "Well, while the prophet is away, let's do something that needs to be done." ”

"What's the matter?" Hu Ma asked curiously.

"Investigate." Xu Fu smiled.

He took the flax to the door of the secret room of the prophet and the nun.

There is no one else around at this time. He put his cane aside, then took a small iron stick from his pocket, and stabbed it in the keyhole.

"Huh? Lockpicking? Hu Ma was startled, "Isn't that okay?" Why do you pick locks? ”

"I used to forget to bring the key when I went out, and I learned it when I asked the locksmith to help me unlock the lock." Xu Fu was talking nonsense while picking the lock with one hand, "Hei has something to leave now, and he told me to pay more attention to the situation in the shelter, saying that he might be able to find clues to the dream escape conditions here." ”

"Uh...... Why don't you tell me......" Hu Ma complained quietly, "although I also know that I am not very reliable......"

"You're a psyker, I'm an ordinary person. I'm more likely to be overlooked, but I have an advantage in this area. Xu Fu said in a comforting tone.

As he spoke, he picked the lock and pushed the door open.

The interior of the secret room was unobstructed by the two of them - it was just an empty room that was disappointingly empty. There was no furniture, no ornaments, and the floor was bare. The walls and ceilings are also unadorned, like a rough house.

"Nothing? So why does everyone say it's a secret room? Hu Ma said in surprise, "I said......" He turned his head to look, only to see Xu Fu standing in place at this time, his eyes shooting around the room.

So he asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Xu Fu came back to his senses, he rubbed his eyes, and looked at the room again, as if he realized that there was nothing here.

"It's fine." He said.

*

After that, it was calm.

Huma inquired about things in the shelter while helping the survivors do something; And Xu Fu also walked around, unknowingly building a good relationship with the survivors.

To Huma, this is simply incredible. Because no matter how I communicate with the survivors, I feel that there is an invisible wall in between, as if they are people from two worlds—of course, in fact, they are also people from two worlds, but more than that, there are differences in concepts. This difference is not obvious on weekdays, but it is ubiquitous, making flax like a fish in the throat. One of the most striking is that when it comes to the concept of life and death, survivors often do not regard death as a disaster, but as a home. For them, death seemed as if it were something as natural as air.

However, Xu Fu was completely unaffected by this difference. On the contrary, in Hu Ma's view, Xu Fu seems to be closer to the survivors. And the survivors also seemed to smell the smell of the same kind and accepted Xu Fu as their own. Although the survivors were also polite to the flax, they were closer to Xu Fu, and even the children in the shelter liked Xu Fu even more.

Even the nun, who has always been cold to others, seems to be close to Xu Fu. Occasionally, the two could be seen whispering.

Xu Fu often thinks about something in a trance. Hu Ma had no way of knowing his inner world, and only felt that he was getting farther and farther away from himself. Underneath his calm face, it seemed that something was brewing. Huma was upset by this.

Another thing that surprised Hu Ma was that the survivors' attitudes towards life were more optimistic than he had imagined.

He thought that the survivors had already collapsed under the weight of death, so he said that "it is also happy to die well". However, they have a lot of smiling faces in their lives, and their daily routines are quite regular, the few people in charge of cleaning and washing clothes are very diligent, and some people are actively preparing handmade gifts for their friends who are approaching their birthdays. There are even people who have set up music interest classes, and when they are not working, they will gather in soundproofed rooms to give lectures and listen to lectures.

Every day, the people in charge of cooking are seriously discussing what to do for tomorrow's meals, and those who are good at manual work ask for better skills.

Xu Fu also teaches children, hosting games and occasionally telling stories if they are bored.

Taking advantage of the time to raise their hands to ask questions, the children asked about Xu Fu's birthday. Hu Ma was passing by and heard the children whispering, saying that if he could live until next year's birthday, he would also prepare a gift for him.

All of us are facing life positively. In this comparison, Hu Ma found that he was the most negative person.

"Why is this happening?" He asked Xu Fu a question in confusion.

"It's probably thanks to good leaders." Xu Fu gave an unbelievable answer.

"That's it?" Hu Ma asked suspiciously.

"Of course not." Xu Fu paused, and suddenly asked, "What do you think of death?" ”

The question was so abrupt that Hu Ma didn't know how to answer.

"I used to have a friend. Well, a friend who especially likes to show off his miscellaneous knowledge. Although I haven't seen him for a long time, I have a vivid memory of his words. Here's what he said to me: The more people are adjacent to death, the more clearly they will feel alive and think about the meaning of life. "For those of us who live in a peaceful society, it is natural for us to be able to meet a safe tomorrow, and we can squander it while we still have a lot of time." But this is not necessarily the case for them, and anyone can die tomorrow, which is their rightful thing. If you can't accept this, you won't be able to maintain your sanity. ”

He continued, "Therefore, whether it is the meaning of life or the enjoyment of life, they can only seize the time to think and do it. We can rightfully put off until tomorrow, but they can't. So, specifically, how can they enjoy life in such limited time and material conditions? ”

"You can only do what needs to be done first." Hu Ma muttered to himself, and then asked, "However, there are also people who break down under pressure and do things that shouldn't be done, right?" ”

Xu Fu nodded and said, "That's why we need excellent leaders." ”

"I see." Flax suddenly.

"It is precisely because they are so close to death that they burst out with such vivid vitality." Xu Fu said slowly, "On the other hand, if people don't die, then they may not be able to feel the meaning of life; Nor will there be an ideal that must be fulfilled in a lifetime, and a developed civilization cannot be built; Fear will not evolve, and the courage to oppose fear will not be established; There will be no need for reproduction, and love based on reproduction will not be produced. On the other hand, many beautiful things are not born of life, but of death. ”

"So, is death a good thing?" Hu Ma asked incredulously.

As he spoke, a cold but hidden chill suddenly surged in his heart.

This chill seemed to come out of Xu Fu's words, and also from the seemingly harmonious living atmosphere of the survivors.

Respect death, take death for granted, and take death as the basis of the concept.

Isn't that what withered believers think?