April 9. Monday. Morning, 11:19 a.m.

"Long time no see." Ye Xiao responded. He looked at the man on the hospital bed so stupidly that he forgot that he had come to interrogate him.

"It's a pleasure...... You haven't ...... yet" He was still a little weak, and coughed again when he said this, "Forget me......"

"Zhou Xuan, even if I forget myself, I won't forget you."

"A few years ago, I thought I would never see you again......"

"I can't imagine coming back." Ye Xiao avoided his gaze and looked out the window, the sunlight shining through the spring sycamore leaves and iron railings, casting black and white vertical bars on the floor, "How are you resting?" ”

"Not bad."

Zhou Xuan's forehead was bandaged, there were several scars on his face, obvious bruises on his eyes, and an infusion needle was inserted in his hand. His thick beard had not yet been shaved off, his eyes were as cold as Ye Xiao's, and his body was full of vicissitudes of masculinity. Ten years of wind and frost have completely changed a person - in the depths of Ye Xiao's memory, he is still a literary young man with glasses.

"How are you doing all these years?"

"I'm fine." Zhou Xuan pretended to laugh easily, "How are you?" ”

"How did you end up in the Future Dream Mansion?"

"On April 1, I booked a room at the Future Dream Hotel, and the earthquake happened just after I checked in." He suddenly realized that he had said something wrong, "By the way, didn't there be an earthquake at all?" ”

"Well, there were no earthquakes, it was land subsidence."

Zhou Xuan smiled bitterly: "What a good answer, the whole world is still in the world, only we are in hell." ”

"Where do you usually live?"

"It's in the city."

"Why do you want to stay in a five-star hotel?"

"I'm going to write a novel."

"Writing a novel in a five-star hotel room? It seems that you are now very successful. ”

"No, I'm only staying one night and just want to be inspired. I wanted to look out over the city at night from the upper floors of the hotel, overlooking the place where we lived as children – even though it had long since been demolished to build the Future Dream Building. Still, we can see our alma mater. ”

"Forty-one Middle School?" Ye Xiao can also overlook the middle school playground from his own window, "Tell me what happened when the disaster happened." ”

"I was on the nineteenth floor of the top floor of the hotel, and I saw a terrible light shining in the distance, and I felt the whole building shake violently, so I immediately fled from the room. At that time, it was as terrifying as a magnitude 10 earthquake, the building sank noticeably, and all the lights went out. As luck would have it, I met someone familiar with the structure of the building, and I fled with him to the underground garage, where there were several diesel generators, and we started the machines to partially restore power. Before that, there were many people on the ground floor who tried to dig holes to escape, but the entrance hall of the mall collapsed, causing another stampede, and many people died! News came from upstairs again, and a way to escape was found on the top floor. But there was another landslide, but fortunately I escaped early to save my life. The 10th to 19th floors are all finished, and I don't know how many people died on them. ”

"But the lower part of the ninth-floor cinema is still very complete, and you have survived for seven days and seven nights on these floors of the future dream mall?"

"Yes."

"You said there was a guy who was familiar with the structure of the building, who was he?"

"The owner of the Future Dream Mansion."

"Luo Haoran?" Ye Xiao had firmly remembered this name, which was why he came to this ward for interrogation.

"Yes. We all believe that the end of the world has come to the world, no one in the outside world can survive, and those of us buried in the ground are the last survivors of mankind. ”

"When?"

Zhou Xuan closed his eyes and thought for a while and said, "April 2, at one o'clock in the morning, three hours after the disaster. ”

"How many survivors were there?"

"About twenty or so."

"What's the deal with so many corpses in the garage on the fourth basement floor?"

"In order to protect the living environment, we gathered all the dead people at the bottom of the building, which can be regarded as their burial. But it must never be cremated, as it could cause a fire, or emit toxic fumes that would be lethal in a closed underground. ”

"Understandable." Ye Xiao recorded it, "What happened later?" How did you survive? ”

"I ......" Zhou Xuan breathed faster, shook his head in pain, and made a muffled voice in his throat, "I don't know." ”

"How could you not know?"

"Too much...... Too much...... Something...... Seven Days and Seven Nights...... Every second counts like a day...... Every hour is like a year...... Every day feels like a lifetime...... ...... for a lifetime"

"Calm down. Think slowly, don't rush. ”

"I ...... I...... Think...... Desperately...... Think...... Can't remember! ”

"You said that three hours after the disaster, there were still twenty or so survivors." Ye Xiao quietly clenched his fists, his face did not show anxiety, and asked with unusual calm, "However, in the end, only six people were rescued, where did the other dozen or so go?" Or how did he die? ”

"I don't know." This time, Zhou Xuan didn't think about it, and replied reflexively.

Ye Xiao was so desperate that it was impossible to ask any valuable clues from Zhou Xuan's mouth, and he no longer expected him to say nothing to himself like he had done many years ago. Ye Xiao took half a step back from the side of the hospital bed, and the vertical strips of light and shadow burned on his face, hiding his loss.

Suddenly, Zhou Xuan coughed and made a dull voice: "Ye Xiao, I'm a little unwell, can you call the doctor in?" ”

After a pause of two seconds, Ye Xiao didn't say anything, nor did he look at him again.