“Fuck You！” From the depths of Mr. Stegger's reddened neck came a swear word that everyone on earth understood.

On the second basement floor of the Future Dream Building, the staff locker room of Calfo Supermarket. In this small, enclosed space, rows of metal lockers resemble shelves for urns in a funeral home.

Tao Ye stood in the corner with his head bowed, silently enduring the swearing of his foreign boss, and once again poured a series of filthy English words into his ears - at least he was not numb to it.

A minute earlier, he had crept back to the locker room, and before he could take off his supermarket uniforms, he saw Mr. Steiger barging in menacingly, pointing at him and yelling at him - nothing more than saying that he was lazy and had to leave work early or something.

Mr. Steiger's biggest hobby on weekdays is to force Tao Ye to work overtime in the middle of the night. As for the other employees under his supervision, they were either the male employee who gave him a gift or the female employee who knocked on the door of his apartment in the middle of the night. Tao Ye will neither entertain and give gifts, nor can he have sex reassignment surgery, so he will inevitably be bullied by this foreign devil.

At this moment, there were only the two of them in the locker room, and Mr. Steiger came to Tao Ye and ordered him to work overtime for two more hours tonight. This time, Tao Ye did not give in again, he had already endured it to the limit, and he did not want to stay until after midnight, let alone the possibility of those zombies and ghosts operating in the dark. He clenched his fists, adrenaline was secreted in large quantities, blood burning and surging up the top of his head, and the green tendons on his forehead almost burst.

“No！” When Tao Ye first raised his head to speak in front of Mr. Steig, the ground began to shake......

April 1. Sunday. Night, 22:19.

Sixty seconds later.

The bottom of the sea under the stormy seas, the silence of the night is crazy.

Tao Ye gradually surfaced. When I opened my eyes, the locker room of Calford Supermarket was still a dark ocean, and a huge roar was constantly ringing in my ears - could it be that the whole city had sunk to the bottom of the sea?

No, how can there be choking dust in the sea? Although I couldn't see anything, I could feel the dust all around me, the pressure on my back, the ribs almost crushed, and it was extremely difficult to even breathe - if it weren't for the near-suffocating pain, I might have fallen asleep forever until I turned into a zombie.

The fragile wall of the locker room collapsed, and at the moment when the sky collapsed, Tao Ye was located next to a row of cabinets, and the collapsed wall was blocked by the cabinets, and it didn't hit him directly, but the cabinets also fell, just crushing him underneath.

The internal organs are about to be pressed out!

The instinct to survive drove him to fight to the death. Fortunately, his hands were not suppressed, and he waved forward blankly, grabbing a few broken cement blocks, as well as clothes and shoes that had fallen out of the lockers, and broken bottles and cans......

I finally managed to find a fixture, like a collapsed locker on the other side. With all his strength, he tried to get out of under the cabinet. Fortunately, I have been a supermarket tally clerk in these years, constantly carrying goods every day, exercising my muscles beyond ordinary people, and suddenly breaking free from the heavy cabinet.

The skin on the back was scraped, and there was a noise in the chest and joints in the spine. In the dusty darkness, he took a few heavy breaths, then coughed, but it was better than being held down and suffocating. The walls of the locker room had long since collapsed, and Mr. Steiger had either escaped or been crushed under the walls - Tao Ye would not sympathize with him in the slightest.

Hand and foot, digging through a pile of rubble, with various metal objects scattered underground, he bent down and felt a wok, which was the kitchen utensils shelf of the store that had collapsed. After walking a few steps blindly, I can't imagine what the supermarket will look like if it has been destroyed. Attacked by nuclear weapons? Or a devastating earthquake plus a tsunami? Or an alien invasion?

I saw a faint light in a few places from a distance, and I hoped it was a soldier rescued by the military, but there were screams and cries for help, and I realized that it was the screen light of the mobile phone. He fumbled in his pocket—presumably the phone was still buried in the locker room.

After a few seconds of frustration, Tao Ye cheered up, forgot the pain in his back for a while, and touched to the right. In the second basement floor of Calfo Supermarket, he worked day and night for three years, countless terrifying midnights, wandering alone among the labyrinthine shelves, playing hide and seek with the ghosts of the underground - no one knows this supermarket better than him, even with his eyes closed, he can walk from one end of the store to the other, and pick up the goods on the shelves accurately from memory.

He carefully walked over the pots and pans, across the shelves of cleaning tools that had fallen to the floor, crawled past the sockets and wires all over the floor, and finally bypassed dozens of folding chairs and small benches, and touched a pile of flashlights!

The battery shelves are also nearby, and he collected hundreds of dry batteries and packed them into all the lighting equipment, and the positive and negative electrodes were almost always correct.

Tao Ye turned on a few flashlights to illuminate the world around him—slightly better than expected, at least there were no mutilated dead bodies and no charred explosions. I don't know when the aftershocks will come again, or when the ceiling will come down, but I can't run away like a coward until customers and colleagues are safely evacuated. He shouted loudly with all his strength to see if there were any survivors nearby who were calling for help.

With the light of a cell phone at the cash register, he walked around a corpse and a mess of merchandise to reveal the faces of a mother and son.

The Japanese mother and son who met before the earthquake.

It's her?

Although the long hair has long been messy, the face is pale, and the eyes are very frightened in the flashlight beam, this face is still impressive.

Tao Ye asked shyly, "...... You okay? ”

"Thank you! We're all fine! "This young mother's Chinese is very good, but with a Japanese accent, she bows politely at this moment. At the same time, she used a flashlight to carefully check whether her son was injured.

"Please wait!" He handed a flashlight to a Japanese woman. She bowed deeply to Tao Ye again and turned on the flashlight to illuminate his face. Her eyes sparkled with gratitude, and she clearly remembered his face.

Tao Ye didn't dare to look into her eyes again. He turned back into the ruins, turned on all the flashlights, and placed them in the corners of the supermarket. He put the dry battery into other electrical appliances, and the faint light was everywhere. The survivors who were spinning around with their mobile phones, as well as their colleagues who were about to leave work a few minutes ago, all escaped from the tomb-like underground with the light brought by the cultivation.

He decided to stay on guard until the last living man escaped.

A few minutes later, the entire second basement floor of the supermarket was silent, and Tao Ye tied several flashlights together and disappeared outside the cash register with the Japanese mother and son.

When he confirmed that there was no one alive here except himself, and it had become a huge underground coffin, he specially picked out a backpack from the bag shelf, stuffed some mineral water and bagged food, as well as different types of flashlights and dry batteries, and took a few pairs of masks and gloves.

He was carrying a heavy travel bag, and as soon as he reached the exit of the cash register, he heard a miserable "help" behind him.

It was the voice of a middle-aged man, coming from a library counter not far away. Tao Ye turned around and ran over. All the bookshelves were shaken down, and the floor was covered with all kinds of health books and life books, but the most striking part of the flashlight was Professor Wu Hanlei's "Dark Days - The End of the World is Coming".

On this pile of bestsellers scattered on the ground, there was a sudden extra hand!

Tao Ye thought that he only had a broken hand, which is not uncommon in earthquakes. But the hand moved again, and a few fingers tapped violently on the cover of the book, pointing to the photo of the author with a powerful aura on the cover.

Only then did he realize that there was a man pressed under the collapsed bookshelf, only the back of his head and a hand were exposed. He hurried to move the shelves, unloaded the remaining books, and barely moved a few centimeters after reducing his weight. It is this little gap that allows the people who are pressed under it to crawl out.

The man trembled and climbed onto the stacks of books. Tao Ye's flashlight illuminated his face, only to find where he had seen it.

It was a middle-aged man, with a lock of white hair between his messy black hair, and the sunglasses he had just now were gone, and he had replaced them with his original glasses, but one of the lenses had been shattered. Tao Ye took out the mineral water and handed it to him, he drank most of the bottle in one go, and coughed violently a few times.

At this time, Tao Ye noticed that the covers of the best-selling books under his feet, the author's photo and the survivor in front of him were the same face.

"Are you—Professor Wu?"

Who in the world doesn't know you! The famous professor nodded weakly: "Yes...... I am...... Wu Hanlei ......"

"Ah...... It's really Professor Wu...... Get to know you...... You're very happy......" Tao Ye was so nervous that he couldn't speak, but he didn't expect to save Professor Wu Hanlei with his own hands, the most popular scholar today.

The professor took a few breaths, looked at the supermarket like a forced demolition site, and sighed clearly: "Alas! The end of the world has arrived! ”