April 2nd. Monday. In the early hours of the morning, 0:01.

The spotlights overhead flickered and dimmed again, and the soles of his feet trembled like an earthquake again. Mo Xing'er subconsciously fell to the ground, wrapped in a woolen cloak of an international brand, and the tag printed with 998 yuan had not had time to tear off. There is still some pain in the back, which is caused by broken glass piercing the body when the landscape elevator falls, and I don't know if it will leave a scar. I haven't looked in the mirror for more than an hour, what has become of me? I hope I don't look like the bloody female ghost in a horror movie. The hair was scattered in front of the eyes, and it was useless to comb it, but most of the surviving women underground looked like this.

Mo Xing'er secretly cursed in English. God was frightened by this woman's aura, and the shaking and loud response of the entire building stopped. She got up from the ground in amazement, brushed her messy hair back to her head, and watched the light above her head return to normal.

Future Dream Building, 7th Floor, Outdoor Store.

She saw the Japanese woman getting up with her son in her arms, a young man in supermarket overalls also there, an injured white-collar worker with a sickly face, and a female cleaner and a security guard supporting each other. A young man dressed in Dior men's clothes, pale and shivering in the corner.

"Just now...... or white-collar workers broke the suffocating silence, "yes...... Aftershock...... Is it? ”

"Maybe." The Japanese woman replied softly in Chinese, and it seemed that she had long been accustomed to all kinds of earthquakes. However, she also looked terrified, as if she had never suffered such a catastrophe, and lowered her head and hugged her son, a boy about seven years old in shorts whose skin was as pale as a dead man, and only his lips were bright, reminiscent of "Twilight".

The man in the supermarket uniform had a dusty face, but those bright eyes made Mo Xing'er involuntarily look at it a few more times. He boldly walked to the railing of the atrium, looked up, and said, "Shall we go upstairs and have a look?" Perhaps, the upstairs has opened a way to escape. ”

Although the proposal was risky, when it came to the word "escape", it was immediately approved by everyone.

The group of people trapped at a depth of one hundred and fifty meters carefully left the outdoor store on the seventh floor, each with some small items they could use, and walked into the passage to the higher floors.

Mo Xing'er walked at the back of the line. They soon arrived at the door of the cinema on the ninth floor.

In front of the shocked ticket window and popcorn counter, she remembered that tonight — no, the time on her phone was 0:11 on April 2 — it was last night, less than two hours ago last night, and she had just walked out of the future dream studio, and she still had all the nightmarish images from the American horror movie "Bloody Town" and the feeling of a group of rats rubbing against her shoes, and she was hit by an earthquake in the landscape elevator and fell directly into hell. She didn't dare look at the empty sightseeing elevator.

The young security guard's rustic accent came from his ears: "Don't fall behind, hurry up and go upstairs!" ”

In the blink of an eye, there was the sound of several men beating their chests in front of them - the escape routes from the ninth floor to the tenth floor were all sealed by the ruins, including reinforced concrete, and the ceiling exposed a pure steel structure, as if a person's flesh and blood had rotted, directly exposing the white bones of Sensen.

The security guard sighed in fear again: "Oh my God, even the load-bearing wall has collapsed!" ”

"What should I do?" A middle-aged female cleaner, a white-collar worker with a bandaged arm, and a rich second-generation wearing a Patek Philippe said these three words almost in unison.

Everyone followed the security guard to another escape route opposite the ninth floor, and it was still the same situation - it felt like it wasn't just a staircase that had collapsed.

Back at the entrance of the cinema on the ninth floor, this is the highest level of the mall's atrium, and beyond that is a tall, wide, curved dome, somewhat like the dome of an indoor stadium or an assembly hall. It didn't look like a problem, but almost all of the lights had fallen, and there seemed to be a few cracks in the shadows...... I don't know if it was shocked or pressed.

The little boy struggled a few times in his mother's arms and was reprimanded in Japanese. The boy let out a mournful cry, but it was not like the cry of an ordinary child, but the grief of an adult, as if mourning the people who had turned into ghosts. Everyone looked at the boy quietly, watching his tears fall on his mother, and Mo Xing'er's tears were almost rushed out.

Suddenly, Mo Xing'er saw a group of black shadows running on the ground. In the blink of an eye, a mouse ran past her feet, its long, thin tail sweeping onto the upper of her shoe.

With a scream of her own, she heard a hurried dog barking. She rubbed her eyes and saw a beige Labrador standing in front of a staggering movie poster, barking at them with its tail clamped, and a tall man standing next to it. Mo Xing'er saw him from afar, and the eyes that could never see what was behind the pupils......

The rabbit is screaming! The rabbit is screaming! The rabbit is screaming!

In the seconds when her brain went blank, then blurred, and finally clear, she felt her whole body freeze, and a deep fear welled up in her heart—greater than the rat's tail sweeping over her feet.

The two of them were separated by dozens of meters, but under the light next to her, her face also fell clearly into his eyes. Although nothing leaked in his eyes, she still noticed something. She thought she would never tell that secret.

The man's trembling was fleeting, and he quieted the Labradoodle and looked up and said, "There's one more person who needs to be rescued!" Mo Xing'er looked in the direction he was pointing, and a man's shout came from a small store of children's toys.

They immediately walked into the toy store, and a man was stuck in the narrow space between the counter and the window. His head was facing outwards, his feet were pressed underneath, and he couldn't climb out anyway. The counter was stuck in something, and the security guard and the handsome guy in the supermarket tried hard to move it, but they couldn't move even a centimeter.

"If I could have moved, I would have rescued him a long time ago!" The middle-aged man made a magnetic voice and patted the Labrador on the head: "If Churchill was smart enough, I would have let it jump in and press the switch!" ”

It turns out that the reason why this cabinet cannot be moved is that on the one hand, it may be stuck, and on the other hand, there is a switch under the cabinet, which is difficult to move once it is locked, generally for anti-theft.

Mo Xing'er looked at the trapped man, his face was slightly vicissitudes, but he was in his thirties, but he had a pair of overly mature eyes. The man's gaze was so special, not that he begged someone to save him, but indifferently rejected people thousands of miles away, as if any approach would hurt him.

Ordinary people will retreat when they see this kind of gaze, especially in this situation of being trapped in the place of death, maybe they will be trapped and the beast will make some accidents and end up together. However, his gaze aroused some impulse in Mo Xing'er. She looked at everyone around her, except for the seven-year-old Japanese boy, who was the slimst and petite of her own.