At a quarter past nine in the morning, the air at Jiangxia Airport has begun to rise under the sun, which makes people feel a kind of irritability.

The once lively Jiangxia Airport was empty at this time, only many birds that were usually impossible to appear lined up, passing through the air from time to time to prey on flying insects in the air. Looking out from the terminal, you can see more than 100 planes lined up on the airport's tarmac.

There was not a single plane, tractor or shuttle bus in sight on the tarmac, and the breeze blew small advertisements out of nowhere and flew in the air, making a smiling face in the air, as if mocking the human airport that had ceased to work.

The wreckage of the plane after its fall can also be seen on the wasteland not far from the airport. The wreckage was scattered at the time of the crash, and in the center of it was a crater created by the impact, which was 2 meters deep, and you can imagine the brutality of the impact at the time of the incident.

On the airport highway outside the airport, all kinds of high, medium and low-end vehicles collided together: some were slightly damaged on the outside, while others were burned to the ground with only a black wreckage, and it was impossible to see what it used to be.

A pack of wild dogs raced past the graves of the cars, running, jumping, and roaring frantically, as if to assert their domination over the territory and claim to be the new king of the land.

In a white RV on the third floor of the airport parking building, a man sleeps headfirst on the bed, his body is constantly struggling, sweat running out of his scalp, and the white pillow has been wet.

His hands unconsciously gripped the gray sheets, and the muscles in his hands were completely tense, probably in an extremely terrible nightmare.

In the dream, the man is in an all-white space, where the space is vast, and the eyes are full of white that cannot be seen at a glance.

A vague figure stood not far from him, facing him and calling incessantly: "Come, come here!" Come on, come here......"

The blurred figure keeps changing its image, one moment a man, the other a woman; One moment it is an old man, another it is a child; One moment black, the other white......

In his dream, the man asked aloud, "Who are you and what are you telling me to do?" ”

The figure didn't answer, but kept calling, "Come, come here......"

The man tried to walk over and see who the caller was, but his own legs could not move like cement piles poured into the ground. He tensed the muscles of his whole body and walked forward with all his might, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not move forward.

The man could only stand there straightening up and asked loudly, "Who are you, who are you?" ”

The figure did not answer his question, still changing, calling out "Come, come here!" Come on, come here......"

After a long time, the man suddenly woke up from the nightmare, he turned over violently, his eyes were wide open, and his eyeballs almost popped out. His nostrils were also wide open, and the huge nostrils gulped in fresh air and exhaled cloudy exhaust gases.

After repeating this, it took him a while to calm down.

He punched himself in the face a few times, as if this would make him fully sober.

If anyone sees a man, he will be amazed at how strange the man's outfit is. The man's mouth was stuffed with a white and black rag that filled his mouth, preventing him from making the slightest sound. But he had no intention of taking the rag out, but used a cloth rope to hold his mouth tightly, as if he were afraid that the rag would fall out of his mouth.

The man stood up, he was about 1.75 meters tall, not handsome but extremely attractive, his hair was ear-length, and he was wearing a mountaineering suit that was easy to move. He had red eyes and severe dark circles, and should have serious sleep problems.

The man shook his head, banishing the strange figure from his dream from his mind.

He washed his face and shaved in the RV, then walked out of the RV and stretched out in the sun, then lifted a folding chair and a folding table from the car, and after putting the tables and chairs away, he took out a pack of soda crackers and a bottle of skim milk from the car.

He sat on a chair, looking at the scenery in the distance, looking at the untouched highway, he felt a panic, a loneliness, a loneliness......

The man took out a photograph from the pocket of his coat, showing a beautiful long-haired woman with a lovely boy in her arms, and the two of them were smiling brightly, like the winter sun.

This is his family, his family far away.

The man untied the rope and took out the rags from his mouth, he moved his mouth left and right, and said silently to the two people in the photo: "Honey, it's time to eat breakfast." ”

The man carefully broke the biscuits, put them in his mouth one by one, and took a sip of milk from time to time to moisten his throat.

"Ahem, ahem!" Maybe he ate too quickly, or maybe the biscuit was too dry, and the biscuit crumbs got stuck in his throat, and the man felt that he couldn't help but cough. He hurriedly picked up the milk and poured it into his mouth, trying to suppress the cough, but it was too late, and two extremely suppressed coughs came from the man's throat and spread around.

The man's face changed drastically, and he abruptly stood up, ignoring the fallen chair, and ran away single-mindedly. He silently counted as he ran in his heart: "1001, 1002, 1003......"

After running 8 meters away, the man turned around and lay on the ground, he covered his mouth hard, held his breath tightly, his whole body muscles tensed, and he looked nervously at where he was just now.

When the man's mind counted to 1005, a red eye with a diameter of about 2 cm suddenly appeared in his field of vision. The red eyes have a bewitching beauty, perfect and flawless, like the perfect ruby in the world.

The red eyeballs blinked, and an almost transparent cover expanded violently with the center of the eyeball, until it expanded until it was 4m in diameter, and then the cover shrank violently, and in the blink of an eye, the cover and the red eyeballs all disappeared.

Everything was back to what it was before, as if nothing had happened, the breeze was blowing, and the sun was shining.

The man exhaled a cloudy breath from his mouth, and he got up from the ground, patted the dust on his body, and his face returned to light. He walked back to the caravan, sat down in his chair again, and pulled out a palm-sized notebook with his name written on it, Chen Ming.

Chen Ming opened the notebook, and on the top of the first page of the notebook were written four big words "rules of survival".

A few lines have been written under the "Law of Production", in order:

Survival rule 1: Don't make a sound.

Survival rule 2: If you make a sound, run 4 meters away within 5 seconds. (Does distance and time change?) To be examined)

Rule 3: Don't bring children.

Chen Ming pondered for a while, took out a black signature pen from his coat pocket, and added the latest words to it.

Rule of Survival 4: Don't eat food that's too dry.

After Chen Ming finished writing, he put away the notebook and put it away closely. He soaked all the remaining biscuits into minced milk and waited until the biscuits were completely softened, and then slowly drank the milk with the biscuits in small sips and drank it cleanly.

After breakfast, Chen Ming struck all the nearby metal objects with a steel pipe in his hand, and walked around the airport again, expecting to meet humans like himself. Disappointingly, he found nothing alive except rats, wild dogs, and cockroaches.

Chen Ming returned to the RV with a disappointed face, he sat down in the chair again, he took out the self-spraying paint he didn't know where to find, and sprayed his summary of survival rules on the wall of the parking building, hoping that this would help other people.

Chen Ming packed all the tables and chairs back into the RV, and he thought to himself: It seems that there is no one in the airport.

He started the RV, drove the RV out of the parking building, after walking out of the parking building, he opened a paper map, looked at the red line that had been drawn on the map and carefully confirmed it for a long time, then turned his head and glanced at Jiangxia Airport again, and finally slowly stepped on the accelerator and ran to the mountain city of Jiangzhou.