People, can they still live?

I've been thinking about this since the end of the world came.

April 1. Sunday. Night, 22:19. I'm working overtime on the twelfth floor of the office building of Future Dream Building.

I'm 29 years old, a salesman for an American-owned company headquartered in New York – I'm sure I'm already under the sea. I'm used to working overtime every night, to connect with clients online, to complete complex reports, and to download Sora Aoi or Maria Ozawa with the company's 10 megabit broadband in the middle of the night. But on the night of the disaster, I was really working overtime to meet the targets I owed for March.

On Sunday night, I was the only one who was still working overtime, and the violent shaking suddenly made me desperately escape, running down the stairs to the atrium on the ground floor of the mall. I joined the crowd digging a passage in the foyer, and as a result, there was a collapse and stampede, and I was crushed to the ground by many people, and my arm was cut by some sharp object, and I was bleeding profusely. I'm really glad I survived – when I looked up again, I saw that there were corpses all around.

I crawled into a corner in agony and met a young man and a woman who looked like high school students—I really envied the boy, who was born with a look that fascinated girls, and a long hair that even a man would be moved by. As for the pretty girl, taking advantage of her examination of my wounds, I secretly stared at her breasts, and a scene of ecstasy came to my mind. Another young man, dressed in supermarket overalls, washed and bandaged my wounds and left me with water. Later, I met Professor Wu Hanlei, who said that the outside world had been destroyed, and that we were the last survivors of mankind and that sooner or later we would die. I often watch various TV shows that Professor Wu attends, and I am convinced of his apocalyptic views, but I didn't expect it to come true so quickly. Why don't you let me die a miserable death and remain underground to suffer?

I soon changed my mind, though. I found that among the twenty or so survivors underground, there were many beautiful women, including two innocent high school girls, which inevitably reminded me of Sora Aoi and Akiho Yoshizawa, who had just debuted. There is a female white-collar worker in her twenties, who looks like a colossus star. That Japanese woman with a child, wow, can really appear on the scene* or survive. By the way, there's also a girl who still looks like young teeth, and I guess she's actually quite small, and she's exactly the type I like. In this apocalyptic hell, is this a gift from God?

That's right, I'm an otaku. Although I am not ugly and my income is not low, I just work a little harder. I stay at home every day after work and play games and watch AV, and I've never talked about my girlfriend seriously. I had a first love before graduating from college, my appearance was a little ordinary, and my family was a little poorer, but my figure was really great. has been in love for almost a year, even if she fantasizes about her body wildly every night, she never really got her until she proposed to break up - it turned out that she had a new love for a long time, and every time she went to open a new love for a hundred yuan and a two-hour room opposite the school gate. I only hated myself for why I didn't strike first, why didn't I trick her into a corner somewhere......

Since then, I have gone on several blind dates, all of which ended in failure. I didn't dare to face those women, whether they were beautiful or disgusting, I would stutter even when I spoke. When a beautiful female colleague came to the company, I couldn't help but talk to her, but I was always stared at and ridiculed. In the past two years, I simply pushed away all blind date arrangements and started to be an otaku with peace of mind, it seems that as long as I have those * on the hard drive, it is equivalent to having countless hot girlfriends.

At the end of the world, I pray to God that all the other men will die, and that only one of my last male animals will be left to keep these thirsty women company.

The next day, at night, I began to quietly stare at Ah Xiang. This girl, who didn't look big, sneaked up to the eighth floor and walked around the door of the beauty shop. I know she's the shampoo girl here, but I don't know if she's going back to do it. A shampoo girl can't have any valuables, let alone what is the use of the end of the world? Ah Xiang just stood at the door of the beauty shop, trembling for a long time before leaving with her head down. Out of intense curiosity, I went into the beauty shop after she left. It had been badly damaged by the earthquake, and I could faintly hear a cry in the strong smell of shampoo potion.

Oh my God, there's someone here!

Not daring to make any noise, I followed the cry and crawled under the collapsed ceiling, where a woman was crushed. She seemed to be seriously injured and said in a weak voice: "Help...... Save...... I ......"

My injuries were almost healed, and I dragged her out immediately. I actually recognized this face in the faint flashlight, and almost blurted out - Xian Rong?

"Save ...... Save...... I ......"

She suffered a fracture in her left leg and a serious injury to the joint in her right hand. She couldn't see my face in the dark, and it was impossible to recognize me, but I held her limp body and pondered for a moment. I was trembling and my blood was shining.

So, instead of going down there to call for help, I didn't carry her out, but walked deeper into the beauty shop. I found a small room, probably a locker room for employees, which was very secluded from the outside. I panted and carried her in, and plugged the crack in the door with a rag or something.

Now, I boldly pointed my flashlight at her face, and took out a bottle of mineral water from my pocket and dripped it into her thirsty and cracked lips like watering a withered flower. Her expression relaxed a little, and she was finally able to make a coherent voice: "Thank you!" ”

I smiled with satisfaction and said, "Xian Rong, it's me." ”

"You ......"

"Have you forgotten my voice?" I said, pointing a flashlight at my face, "Do you still know me?" ”

"Xu-Peng-Fei-" she almost cried with joy, "Great! Get me out! ”

"Get out? Where to go? ”

"Outside, you're here to save me, thank you!"

"There's nowhere to go, do you believe in the end of the world? It is now, we are the last survivors. ”

"You ......," her voice trembled again, "don't scare me! ”

"It's true! Why should I lie to you! I almost died, too. The whole world is finished, and only the two of us are left. ”

I took cookies with me and stuffed some into Cindy's mouth. This is what I prepared just in case, like being stuck somewhere. She looked very hungry, but fortunately her left hand could still move, so she ate all the biscuits with mineral water. Watching her lie on the ground like a eating, her face covered in dust like a yellow-faced woman, her hair messing up and smelling, I felt a sense of satisfaction that I had never felt before. I remembered that two days ago, she was still wearing a suit with a beautiful makeup, and her hair exuded a seductive fragrance, attracting the greedy eyes of all men and the jealous eyes of women. That's right, Xian Rong is a colleague of mine, who has only been in our company for a year, but has become a center. She comes from a good family, and although she doesn't have a boyfriend, she often drives a Mercedes-Benz BMW to pick her up from work. Therefore, she is always domineering in the company, and no one except the American boss is seen by her. But I'm cheap, like other male colleagues, I often serve her tea and water diligently, and peek at her low-cut neckline by the way. But I have self-knowledge, an otaku like me, no house, no car, no background, belongs to the passer-by who is completely ignored by the beauty, and has no chance to kiss her.

Oh, my God! My heart is beating wildly!

"Xu Pengfei, don't joke with me, my legs and arms hurt terribly, hurry up and call 120 to find a doctor! By the way, do you still have a signal on your phone? ”

"The end of the world, where is the cell phone signal? Don't say 120, even if you call 110 or 119, it's useless! ”

"Nope! How can it be? ”

"Tell me how you got stuck here?"

She curled up in pain, gasped and said, "I don't know how long I've been unconscious." I just remember that on Sunday night, I came to the office to work overtime, and after coming out at nine o'clock, I went to this beauty shop on the eighth floor to blow my hair. I asked the shampoo girl to massage my shoulder, and the stupid girl pulled off a single hair of me, and just as I scolded her and was about to leave, I felt a violent vibration, and then I didn't know anything......"

"It was an earthquake that destroyed the world! You've been in a coma for a day and a night. You should be glad you survived with me. ”

"You lied to me!" Xian Rong frowned tightly, already sensing my malice, "Take me out!" ”

"Honey, we have nowhere to go."

“Shit！ Aren't you afraid that I will call the police? ”

I shoved my phone into her hand: "Then you can call 110 and try it!" ”

She looked down at my phone and suddenly opened her mouth to shout, but luckily I was quick and gagged her mouth with a rag. Seeing how desperately she was struggling, I had to take out the tape I had brought with me – all of which was used to save my life – and seal her mouth so that she could not make any sound.

Xian Rong's eyeballs almost burst out, and there was hatred and fear in her eyes. I watched her look like this with great enjoyment, thinking about her image in the company, and my blood rushed to my head.

However, I managed to control myself, found a rope from the corner, tied her up and down, and made sure that she could neither move nor make a sound, and then left the place with peace of mind.

That night, I didn't fall asleep.

When I woke up with dark circles under my eyes, I found that everyone was gathered in the locker room on the fourth floor, and it turned out that Guo Xiaojun had been brutally killed. My prayers have been fulfilled? God heard me, and the next thing is to let one man after another die? I suppressed my excitement, pretended to be very frightened, and followed everyone to search for clues to the murderer.

That night, under the pretext of patrolling the movie theater, I quietly went to the beauty shop on the eighth floor. When I opened the small hidden door, I was greeted by a pungent smell of shampoo and urine. I cautiously closed the door and used my flashlight to wake up the slender Rong who was bound and imprisoned by me. I tore the tape off her mouth, poured some water on her, and shoved the biscuits into her mouth. Out of survival instinct, she still finished eating like a.

Her face was covered with bags, probably allergic to the potion. She looked at me tremblingly, almost hugged my calves and said, "Xu Pengfei, thank you!" Thank you for saving me! I'm going to tell you a secret - actually, I've always liked you! I want to be with you, to live with you for the rest of my life, as long as you can get me out. ”

"Then, you immediately report to the police to arrest me, or find an opportunity to kill me - unfortunately, neither possibility exists. Xian Rong, you pee on yourself, now this ghostly look, you want to die when you see yourself! ”

Before she could scream, I resealed her mouth and pulled out the props that had been prepared long ago—a whip, a candle, a lighter, a mask, a uniform...... The abuse lasted only ten minutes, and she was already half dead. And I'm a little in a hurry.,After all, I used to just watch AV.,I've never practiced it myself.,What's more, those in the video are fake.,It's not easy to really SM.。

Looking at the bloodied Slender Rong, I timidly retreated to the door. I had wanted to possess her completely, which I had dreamed of countless times in a year, and the evil fantasy of going to work across a few desks—but looking at her dignity now, I was not interested at all. I threw her in the small room, let her let out a low cry, and hurried back to the eighth-floor hallway.

But I can't sleep anymore, I always feel that the blood in my body is boiling, and I didn't vent it just now, and I am already uncomfortable at the moment. I walked down the stairs, and when I was in the atrium of the lower floor, I noticed a petite figure walking in front of me with a ponytail behind my head, half-bowed.

Ah Xiang. The girl who looked like she was thirteen years old, but was actually about twenty years old. She sneaked up to the fourth basement floor, and I followed quietly until she walked into the pile of dead. What is she doing? God, she's stealing dead people's stuff! This girl is bold enough!

God sent me to punish this bad girl who offended the dead.

I endured the stench of the dead body and approached Ah Xiang from behind. As soon as she reacted, I covered her mouth, dragged her into a nearby corner, and took out the black cloth that had been prepared to cover her face so that she could not see my face. Touching her childlike back, and then touching her adult chest, my blood rushed to the top of my head, almost exploding. I was like a hungry dog, gnawing up and down her and trying to rip her body apart. Then I threw her to the ground......

Ten minutes? Twenty minutes? I don't remember exactly. Anyway, I felt like my weight was gone, and it was dark in front of me, and I couldn't see a trace of light.

I don't know how I got out. By the time I regained consciousness, I was back in the hallway on the second floor. It wasn't until a chill permeated my whole body, like loneliness after waking up, that I realized what I had done.

Suddenly, a strong wave of remorse filled my heart.

I'm a brute!

Grabbing his hair, he rushed into the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror with a flashlight. Sure enough, it was dark circles, scattered eyes, and a ghost-like face. I quickly went out to change my clothes, washed my face with mineral water, and then curled up in a clothing store as if I had just been *.

Soon, I heard the noise of the atrium of the basement, many lights being turned on, and the sound of footsteps sounding upstairs and downstairs.

It turned out that four seriously injured people had been killed with knives in the Häagen-Dazs store on the ground floor! There was one last survivor left, and the killer was Ah Xiang - my face turned pale, as if the childlike woman was standing in front of me with a knife. Did I cause all this?

Half an hour later, I heard that Ah Xiang had died. She was in the basement of the supermarket, and attacked Zhou Xuan and others with a knife, only to have a sharp knife stabbed into her heart during the scuffle - no one could tell if Zhou Xuan had stabbed her, or if she had killed herself by mistake. When I heard this, I was cold from head to toe.

Actually, I was the one who killed her, and I was the one who killed the four seriously wounded.

From the early hours of that day until about ten o'clock in the evening, I locked myself in a small dark room, waiting for the end of the world to take my life. But in the end, I couldn't bear the hunger, ran out to eat a lot of food, and suddenly remembered Xian Rong again.

So, I brought some food and water, went to the beauty shop on the eighth floor, and opened the small room full of the smell of potions. Her vitality is really tenacious, although it is a piece of and urine, it is still squirming. I tore the tape off her mouth and gave her another full meal.

Then, she spat a mouthful of phlegm in my face.

I calmly wiped away the sticky liquid with my handkerchief, resealed her mouth, and tightened the rope that bound her. I didn't want to look at her already puffy face, and I didn't want to touch her soiled body. I just shone a flashlight into her eyes, and her eyes were talking — yes, I could read it, she was saying, "Kill me!" ”

"I'm not an angel." Saying these words softly, I left the tearful Slender, leaving her in a dark, desperate, cold world.

After a sleepless night, the fifth day of the end of the world arrived.

I set my sights on the white-collar worker named Mo Xing'er. I found myself unable to control myself, and a fire continued to burn in my heart, and I don't know if it was a lack of water or something, and my lips were blistering a lot. I forgot the pain and remorse of last night for a moment, and waited for the night with my desire to wait—though it was always dark underground.

Fifth night, sub-hour.

Mo Xing'er, dressed in white, finally appeared, and she came to the Japanese restaurant on the fourth floor. There is a rotting fish stench coming from all sorts of sashimi in a refrigerator with no power. I followed silently, but I didn't dare to get in while it was dark, because I heard a man's voice inside. I nervously hid in the darkness behind the signboard at the door of the store, although I couldn't hear what they said, I could hear the man's unique voice with a sense of vicissitudes - Luo Haoran! Damn, why did Mo Xing'er touch Luo Haoran's side in the middle of the night?

It really cut my heart apart. The man in the Armani suit is the owner of the entire Future Dream Building. And I am just an insignificant white-collar worker in a twelve-story office building, with a monthly salary of four or five thousand yuan, and I can't afford to buy a house or a car. I could only hide outside in disbelief, until ten minutes later, Mo Xing'er floated out of the Japanese restaurant like a female ghost in white. She walked into the escape tunnel alone, but crouched down at the turn, holding her head and crying quietly.

What did Luo Haoran do to her? However, looking at her clothes and hair are quite neat, it should not be what I guessed.

She cried so sadly, but she didn't dare to make a sound, so that she didn't notice my approach. Just when she was defenseless, I grabbed her tightly from behind and gagged her mouth with a towel. Despite her desperate struggles, she couldn't escape from my hands or make a cry for help. I don't know where I got the strength, my arms were like iron clamping her, and I felt that she would not exceed ninety pounds. I dragged her down the hallway on the fifth floor, into one of the most enclosed shops, and blindfolded her with the same black cloth, and quickly removed her dress.

I guess I'm still a brute.

Tonight you are my woman, and you lie on the ground and let me ravage, like a pile of rags with the most beautiful patterns printed on them, but they have been washed. I know it's a humiliation, a double humiliation of your body and spirit, but I feel comfortable. Cry! No one will come to your rescue.

I guess I'm a brute.

When I finally realized this, when I saw the woman under me, about to leave her, the black cloth tied to her eyes suddenly fell - she saw my face!

I put an open flashlight next to me and she definitely saw my face. In an instant, I saw tears in her eyes, surprise, fear, humiliation, anger...... If she had a knife handy, she would have picked it up and pierced my gut.

I grabbed my flashlight and fled. I didn't dare to go down, Luo Haoran was on the fourth floor, and Zhou Xuan and the others were on the second and third floors. I could only keep running upstairs, rushing all the way to the beauty shop on the eighth floor, and hiding in that little room filled with the smell of potion - I was sure no one would find out about it.

The strong stench was even more pungent, and in the small closed room, I shone a flashlight on Xian Rong's face.

She opened her eyes, but it was no longer a vicious expression, but full of supplication and humility, like a dog wagging its tail and begging for mercy! I sneered gloomily. The history of China decades ago has long proved that no matter how arrogant anyone was and suffered in such an environment, he would reduce his dignity to the lowest level, and even care about any shame at all.

I tore the tape off her mouth and put a knife against her throat and said, "Don't scream!" Otherwise, I'll kill you. ”

"Kill...... Kill...... Kill...... Finish...... I...... Fast...... Kill...... Finish...... I ......"

After being imprisoned for three days and three nights, Xian Rong finally begged for death. Looking at her weak appearance, I'm afraid I don't even have the strength to commit suicide. I didn't want to give her any more water, the last precious bottle of water was for myself. I looked at her face in a daze, at her tortured body, unable to relate to the beauty in that office anyway, and I only felt sick to see it, both for myself and for her.

"Kill...... Finish...... I ......"

It was the last strength she could muster. The voice seemed to have hypnotic power, prompting me to wrap my hands around her neck. I didn't dare look into her eyes, so I closed my eyes and slowly tightened my fingers to pinch her soft, erythemated throat. She could no longer make a sound, except for a strange sound from the depths of her throat, like opening a broken wooden door, or the wind blowing through the window lattices of an ancient temple. With my eyes closed, I didn't know the depths, from being cautious to exerting all my might.

Suddenly, I felt something break.

But my hand was still on her neck until I felt her getting cold.

So, I opened my eyes and saw her wide eyes.

She's dead.

There was a kind of satisfaction and gratitude in the eyes of the dead Slender—she was grateful that I had killed her, thus ending all her pain.

It was then that I understood why, after all their suffering, many people still see the perpetrator as a savior, and they will be grateful for the half of the bone thrown by the robbers.

I know that I have done unforgivable things to Ah Xiang and Mo Xing'er, and I have also committed heinous crimes against Xian Rong. However, I did not feel the slightest guilt for what I had just done to her, but looked at her corpse with peace of mind—I had only fulfilled my wish for her, and in the old saying I atonemented my sins.

However, since the end of the world is over, what if you sin? There were no police, no courts, no prisons, no army, just a dozen or so poor survivors who were struggling to survive, terrified of not knowing when they would die, and desperate that they could not see tomorrow.

But I didn't dare to leave here, because Mo Xing'er saw my face, she must have told those people, and in addition to being surprised and angry, they would also organize themselves to search for me. Maybe they've already agreed that if they see me, they'll beat me to death! Damn, these guys who are going to die sooner or later, I won't be caught so easily by you.

However, I had only endured it for ten minutes, and I couldn't stand the stench anymore - shampoo potion mixed with human urine and urine and the stench of dead people's corpses...... Although, I'm a brute, but I think even brutes can't stand it!

I rushed out of the room and escaped. The eighth floor was still dark, but there were many footsteps below, looking down from the atrium railing, the lights on the sixth and seventh floors were on, they must be looking for me and killing me!

Die, all of you!

I walked from floor to floor like a lonely ghost, and the lights on the eighth floor came on. I knew that something was wrong, so I hurriedly hid in a passage that ordinary people did not take, and this place led to the downstairs in a hidden way. I hurried through the seventh floor to the second floor and all the way to the atrium on the ground floor. A dog barking was heard from afar, and they actually dispatched the Labrador? Then came a voice that seemed to be circling - "Listen, everyone! Catch Xu Pengfei, don't talk about killing! ”

Damn, Zhou Xuan, I usually see that you are a third-rate writer, but I didn't expect your mother to be too ruthless!

However, they probably didn't know that I had escaped, and they were still desperately searching for me. But I didn't run to the underground supermarket again, but went through the corridor on the ground floor in the dark, through a small hidden door, to the lobby of the Future Dream Hotel. I don't think the dog will search for it either, because there is a lot of carrion underneath that will definitely interfere with its sense of smell.

I hid in a small room behind the hotel front desk, which is where the luggage of travelers is stored. I opened a large trolley case and found a large pile of stinky clothes, with a strong smell of men's perfume, presumably left by a foreign guest who had just checked out of the hotel, which was unlucky! I curled up in the middle of a few suitcases, found a blanket and wrapped it in, and gradually lost consciousness as I clutched a knife for self-defense.

Forever night. At seven o'clock, no dawn, no sky, no birdsong, I woke up.

I was awakened by the sound of a woman crying.

Who?

When I jumped up in a panic, I found that a girl had broken into the small room - why was it Ding Zi, a third-year high school girl, instead of a man with a stick, knife and gun? This lovely eighteen-year-old* child, with tears still on his face, suddenly saw someone in the small room, and was so frightened that he was about to turn around and run away, but I grabbed him tightly.

I put the knife on her neck and put my hand on her mouth: "Don't make a sound, or I'll kill you!" ”

Kill a thousand knives! I'm such a brute that I'm still in the mood to kiss the root of her ear! And she was trembling all over, red from the base of her ears to her neck, and her legs were almost weak. I pressed her to the ground, put the knife aside, and freed up one hand to caress her body with impunity.

It's good to be young! Good boy! Eighteen years old......

Just as I was about to turn into a beast completely, a woman's scream sounded from behind: "Stop! ”

I snapped and looked back at the cleanwoman, who was rushing at me frantically, and I subconsciously picked up the knife on the ground.

What's her name? Dizzy, who would remember the name of a female cleaner?

As I was distracted, I felt my right hand vibrate, and at the same time, a hot liquid spilled onto my hand.

What's the situation?

Damn, I didn't mean to kill you.

I saw that my right hand was covered in blood, and the sharp knife had been plunged deep into the body of the female cleaner, and the handle of the knife was almost gone!

With a scream from Ding Zi, I let go of my grip on the handle of the knife and rushed out of the small room at a rapid pace. The hotel lobby in the early morning is as dark as the middle of the night. Then I realized that I was covered in blood and my heart was beating violently. I walked through the narrow passage and returned to the ground floor atrium of the Future Dream Mall.

I didn't dare to run upstairs, maybe the people were still searching for me all night, so I had to flee to the basement. Facing the empty Calfo supermarket, I suddenly remembered that two days ago, Ah Xiang died here. I ducked behind a shelf, shuddering and closing my eyes, imagining the body of a thirteen-year-old girl.

After a minute, I felt something strange in front of me. When I opened my eyes, I saw Ah Xiang's face - this time it was my turn to let out a horrible scream.

However, I couldn't make any sound, because in a quarter of a second, something was stuck in my neck - damn, I couldn't take it anymore, I thought I was going to suffocate!

It was a woman's hand that grabbed me by the neck. At this moment, a lamp shone overhead, and I was able to see the face clearly.

Mo Xing'er.

She had just been brutally brutalized by me six hours earlier*.

Now, I'm a poor rabbit, and she's a ghostly hunter.

Her tiny hands were so strong, like steel in my bones. I also heard a noise from a machine, as if it was a small hand-held electric drill-Fuck! I'm going to have to curse in English, how fucking do you dare to retaliate with a Texas chainsaw?

No...... No...... I'm sorry...... I shouldn't have scolded you...... Mo Xing'er ...... Am I wrong...... Please don't...... No!

The drill spun rapidly, approaching my eyes. I desperately pushed back, the heavy shelves behind me, my neck receding to the limit, and the drill kept making a hideous sound in front of me.

In addition to this terrifying electric drill, I also saw Mo Xing'er's cold expression, it was not a girl's eyes, not even a person's eyes, but a demon crawling out of hell. She was still dressed in the same white dress as I had worn when she was *, and her hair seemed to have just been combed and naturally scattered over her shoulders, like a soul coming out of an ancient painting. Her hands were still clenching my neck, and I was powerless to resist. And she held the electric drill as easily as she held a hairpin, and she approached me millimeter by millimeter......

Mom, Mom, did you hear that? Help me! Mom, do you see me crying? Damn, I really cried, my tears, damn it, don't......

In the last millimeter, I saw Mo Xing'er's lips move a few times, and I understood what she was saying - "Go die!" ”

Eventually, the drill filled my left eye. There was a heart-piercing pain, and only my right eye could see the world, a world covered in blood, hot my own blood.

Before Mo Xing'er's electric drill pierced my brain, my heart had stopped beating prematurely.

I wasn't killed by an electric drill, I was scared to death by myself.