At the end of the world, people will really scare themselves to death.

But it won't scare me to death, because I've been looking forward to this day day and night.

You probably think that I have a miserable life, and I live a miserable life, and I just want to be free from this miserable world.

Actually, you're wrong.

My name is Haimei, and in the 18 years since I came to this world, I have at most played games until my fingers are numb, and I have eaten seafood until I have acute enteritis - if this is also considered hardship. Although my father was only a trivial section chief, this position was the fat man in the district government who held the key stamps, and the family was often visited by businessmen, leaving behind a bulging bag of Chinese cigarettes or a heavy cheap leather bag. Within a few years, my family bought a mansion in the city center and a single-family house in the suburbs, which prepared me for immigration to Australia. My mother, who works at the Cultural Affairs Bureau, has already driven an Audi A6. She knew that Dad had other women outside, but she never quarreled, so I pretended I didn't know anything. I don't care if my dad has a junior, as long as I give me pocket money every month, I can buy beautiful clothes, change my iPhone, and go to the airport to chase *...... Sometimes I wonder if I run out of money, if my dad ends up in jail (which is almost zero), if mom and dad don't want me anymore (unless the paternity test confirms that I was the wrong child in the hospital)...... Even, if the end of the world comes.

Just like a rural child who can't get enough to eat thinks about how to earn money to support his family, a part-time worker who cleans my house thinks about how to bring some oil from the owner to his home all day long, and a foreigner who sweeps the street at the school gate often expects to pick up a mobile phone or wallet - because they have nothing, and I was born without these things, I only lack one thing - adventure.

My dad has also arranged my life in ten years. It doesn't matter if you smash all the college entrance examinations, you will definitely be sent to study abroad anyway. It doesn't matter if I don't graduate from college, he will arrange for me to work in a company that guarantees income during drought and flood. It doesn't matter if you can't go to work, he will book my husband in advance - girls, it's OK to marry well.

I hate this future, but I can't change it. I can't leave the money my dad gave me, the comfortable life he gave me, or even the envy of others because of my dad's power. I was afraid that if I lost these and had nothing, I would be mercilessly ridiculed by everyone, and I would bear those contemptuous glances all the time, because I also looked at others in this way.

If I become a poor egg, Ding Zi, the daughter of a wealthy businessman, will immediately look down on me from the bottom of my bones. Even though we were best friends in the three years of high school, usually calling each other wives, I believe that she would comfort me in every way on the surface, vowing to be friends with me no matter whether I am rich or poor—but how many days can she last? Maybe after a week or two, she will gradually become cold and alienated, thinking that my clothes are cheap, that I use a mobile phone copycat, that I can't afford even the most ordinary restaurants, that I don't accompany her to buy tickets to the concert, and then she looks at me with disgust, and finally simply deletes me from her world, even if I am standing in front of her eyes, only when I am a sad passer-by A or a dead corpse B.

Sunday, April 1, night, 22:19. Ding Zi and I were walking around the Future Dream Mall, and we were taking the escalator down, and a teenager of the same age as us came across the street.

The first time I saw him, I fell in love with him.

This is the first time I've fallen in love with a man other than *'s Ashin.

Damn, I never thought I'd fall in love with anyone at first sight!

However, I stared into his eyes, but he was looking at Ding Zi's face.

It made me feel embarrassed, even if it was only for a few seconds. Ding Zi only looked at the young man's eyes, and didn't notice my pale face.

Suddenly, there was a great earthquake - if we had left a minute earlier, we might have died at the end of the world outside. The escalator broke in two, and I instinctively ran to the fourth floor, but Ding Zi and the boy were left on the escalator. It was a mess, and the escalator was empty. I didn't know where to look for them, I didn't even know if they were alive or dead, so I had to follow the fleeing crowd to the ground floor. A lot of people are digging for escapes, but I'm not interested, I've thought of the possibility of the end of the world, or hopefully this imagination will become a reality. So, I began to look for a rainy day to survive.

When the atrium on the ground floor collapsed and stampede, and countless people died instantly, I found the ideal apocalyptic survival room in the depths of the supermarket on the second basement floor. It's perfect! Just like what is said on the Internet, such a structure and environment, plus so many things in the supermarket - if humans could live 24 hours longer, I would definitely survive until the last second.

I don't care if the people above me live or die. If, as I hoped, the world is at an end, then no doubt my mom and dad are dead—sad indeed, but I still love them, not just because they love me. But I don't blame me, do I? Am I God? Did I say I want the end of the world, and the earth will immediately Game Over? Anyway, I'm a victim too. Although there was a bit of sadness and a bit of excitement, I was probably born with Stockholm syndrome.

I followed the instructions of the Doomsday Survival Handbook and guarded this small room alone, constantly stocking up on various food and necessities. When I was sure that the hoarded supplies would last me at least a week, I grabbed my iPad and played Plants vs. Zombies until Ding Zi and the teenager found me.

The joy of reuniting with my friend lasted only half a minute before it was replaced by a full stomach of sorrow, though it was not shown on my face. Xiaoguang - how much I like this name, I don't care if it's my real name, and I don't care what his last name is, I only care who the girl he likes is. But when the earthquake happened, he and Ding Zi escaped together, and the adventure of the two of them to the end of the world will most likely produce love, at least a good feeling. And me? A poor psycho hiding in a doomsday survival room - Xiaoguang thinks so, right?

When everyone was trying to survive the apocalypse, Ding Zi and Xiaoguang kept the secret for me, and didn't let others know that I had a secret base here - otherwise, when it came to a critical moment, those SBs would definitely seize my new home, just like the poor ghosts who lived in a broken house, dreaming all day long that they wanted to move into the mansion and villa that my father bought. However, Ding Zi still invited me to live on the third floor, and she said that there was a women's clothing store that was spacious and clean, which was very suitable for us to live in. I declined her invitation, although it would be more difficult to see Xiaoguang, but wasn't that an extravagant hope? I can't leave my doomsday survival room, the apocalyptic paradise I've built for myself.

In the first morning of the apocalypse, I spent peacefully in my cabin on the second basement floor - I didn't dream of my mom and dad, but I dreamed of them in heaven, I only dreamed of Xiaoguang, and dreamed of his eyes under the fine black hair.

The next day, Ding Zi and Xiaoguang came to me together. I don't know what happened between them, and I know that even if I asked Ding Zi quietly, she wouldn't be able to tell me the truth.

Hikari said that he didn't choose a restaurant or shop to live in, but spent the night wandering around the Future Dream Mall, because he was used to a nocturnal life, and he couldn't adjust even if the world ended. I stared into Hikami's eyes and believed everything he said, because it was the scene I had seen in my early morning dreams.

The three of us hang out together, mostly "shopping" for food at the supermarket. By the way, I hoarded all the chewing gum in the supermarket to the underground fortress. Chewing gum was my favorite since I was a child, but my mom said that eating gum would break my teeth, and my dad said that only bad girls chew gum, and if my colleagues saw it, it would be a loss of face. They confiscated all my chewing gum and checked my bag every time I got home, chewing gum was the only prohibited item. I can only chew it outside, and I can't finish it, so I give it to Ding Zi. Now, I have chewing gum that I can't eat for years, all kinds of brands and flavors, and I chew three of them in one go, which is the only happy thing in the end of the world.

Although, I have my own doomsday survival room, it is impossible to be in it twenty-four hours a day, and I am still forced to spend time with many people. Among the twenty or so survivors, there must be people I like, and there will be people I hate - for example, the rich second generation named Guo Xiaojun was stabbed to death on the third day, and he was still wearing his Dior suit until death.

Well dead! Which hero is the one who eliminates harm for the people? I really want to give the murderer a pennant.

However, Xiaoguang sighed on the side, and I found a kind of sadness in his eyes. I really want to whisper into his ear: Is it worth it for this kind of scum?

On this night, the shampoo girl Ah Xiang went crazy for some reason. She killed four seriously wounded people in a row at the Häagen-Dazs store on the ground floor, and then fled to the supermarket on the basement floor to resist with a knife, only to be killed by Zhou Xuan of legitimate defense—isn't this kind of person who comes out of a ravine, a barbarian who has not been educated since childhood, naturally good at killing people and setting fires? Even a woman is no exception. At the same time, people found a crashed Lexus SUV in the garage on the third basement floor, and security guard Yang Bing died in the car. The men struggled to remove his body and threw it to the fourth floor.

In one night, six people died in a row! The survivors were all in danger, and it was natural to associate Yang Bing with Ah Xiang's death. But what the reason is, probably only Mr. Luo, who has seen the surveillance video of the basement, knows, anyway, I didn't dig up any gossip until I died.

I found a strange phenomenon, in addition to Xiaoguang, there is often another person around Ding Zi - a female cleaner. This woman is in her forties, and she looks like a countryman, why does she always want to get close to Ding Zi? I understand the temper and character of the sworn party, Ding Zi usually looks down on the poor the most, especially the women who clean up, and it seems that if you get close to them, you will get dirty. However, when she confronted the female cleaner, she had a complicated expression on her face. I don't believe that the end of the world will change people's sexuality, there must be some kind of hidden secret. Therefore, as soon as I left the underground fortress, I would quietly observe Ding Zi, and occasionally follow the female cleaner.

This is something that I never dreamed of before. I would go after such a lowly person! In my dictionary, female cleaners belong to the fourth class of people.

What the? You ask me what is the first person in my dictionary?

Of course, it is Mr. Luo, the owner of the Future Dream Building, in his eternal indifferent eyes, I found a kind of nobility - the nobility in the veins of the bones, which can only be cultivated in at least several generations, how can it be compared to an upstart like Guo Xiaojun? He has a restrained, quiet, and stoic temperament, and I respect and even worship this man from the bottom of my heart. If my dad were standing in front of him, he would feel embarrassed. Yes, Mr. Luo is the real nobleman.

Professor Wu can also be counted as a first-class person, he comes from a well-known academic family. If it weren't for his theory, I wouldn't be obsessed with apocalyptic survival. Although his wealth and power cannot be compared with Mr. Luo, isn't the right to speak more powerful? He can respond to every call, and just a few words on Weibo have attracted tens of millions of attention around the world. In this sense, he is also a powerful person.

The second-class person is like me - my parents are in good condition, although they don't have a lot of money, but at least they don't have to worry about eating and drinking in this life. The same is true for Ding Zi, her father is in the import and export business, flying around the world, and every order he makes can net a Porsche. Although I was a friend of the three years of high school, I had never been to her house, and I heard that it was a house of 100,000 yuan per square meter - compared to a real mansion, my house can only be regarded as a peasant house. Compared with my classmates, whose parents are ordinary office workers, only Ding Zi is worthy of playing with me. I often envy and hate her, because she is prettier than me and her family is richer than me, but I must make friends with her, otherwise I will be eliminated from this society.

Third-rate people, such as the third-rate writer Zhou Xuan. I've never heard of his mystery novels, and compared to our little four, he's just a piece of waste! However, he was born in this city, and I heard that he grew up in this neighborhood and graduated from the 41 middle school where I was studying many years ago. Thinking of the old relationship with the seniors, I classified them as the third class - white-collar workers also belong to this level, such as the lewd man named Xu Pengfei. And Mo Xing'er is the same.

The fourth group of people, supermarket employee Tao Ye, security guard Yang Bing, shampoo girl Ah Xiang, middle-aged female cleaner. Not only the dress, dress, temperament, and skin color, I believe that urban people and rural people are even genetically different, even if they are stripped naked and mixed together, they can be distinguished at a glance. Tao Ye had read some books, and he had been soaking in the bookstore on the fourth floor with Zhou Xuan all day long, but every time he passed behind me, although he didn't smell anything, I always had a garlic smell in my heart, and I didn't dare to let him get closer to an inch. When I thought of taking the bus in elementary school, it was crowded with migrant workers carrying large bags and even carrying flat burdens during the Spring Festival, and I was about to faint from the smell of those people - Tao Ye, Yang Bing, Ah Xiang, female cleaners, where to go back and forth!

In fact, there is a fifth class of people, but no one remembers him! Well, I'm too lazy to say it, lest I get my mouth dirty.

Among the survivors is a Japanese mother and son, who are not among the people I have listed. Yoko Tamada has a special temperament and takes good care of her son, probably if I become a mother in the future, I will not be so careful and serious - idiot! Why do you want to do this at the end of the world? No more! In the sturdy doomsday survival chamber, I stroked my lower abdomen, which was beautiful and tight at the age of eighteen, and it never had a chance to bulge again to conceive a baby. Tears can't help but flow down my cheeks, are you thinking too much again? Let's talk about Yoko Tamada's son Shota, I think he's like a vampire! That's right, although he looks quite cute, his pale face and strange eyes make people very uncomfortable.

Finally, I missed one more person, which I deliberately wanted to miss.

Xiaoguang, I don't know what kind of person he should be, but I believe that everyone in the world can be classified into a certain level, and he must have his own belonging—I hope that I respect and envy him. Judging by the melancholy depth of his gaze, I believe that my wish will be true.

Yes, I like him, but I can't get close to him, because my best friend likes him too. I could only watch him from afar, occasionally taking advantage of Ding Zi's absence, to say a few inconsequential words to him. And he was always absent-minded, and he didn't know where to put his gaze, and he didn't know if he heard me. I tentatively asked him where he came from, and all he said was that he was a killer - how fucking cool!

On the fifth night underground, instead of sleeping in my fortress for the first time, I followed Hikaru all the way to the door of the Japanese restaurant on the fourth floor. I don't know who lives here, but it's lit up. Xiaoguang cowered in a corner in the distance, and I hid behind a counter farther away. Soon, a young woman walked out of the door of the Japanese restaurant, but it was far away and dark and she couldn't see clearly.

Xiaoguang squatted in place and didn't move, and I could only watch him from afar. A minute later, another man came out of the Japanese restaurant, smoking a cigarette outside the door—the red fire was lit up, but his face could not be seen. Clearly, he violated Mr. Luo's rules – no smoking, to prevent any possible fire. Xiaoguang kept staring at him until the man smoked several more cigarettes in quick succession, each of which was stuffed into a container, presumably an ashtray he had brought out. After about half an hour, the man was back in the Japanese restaurant, and Hikaru was still lurking outside—was he going to spend the whole night like this?

I couldn't hold it anymore and was about to go down to sleep when I bumped into a guy who rushed down from the stairs. The other party let out a sad cry, and it was still a woman's voice. I thought I had bumped into a female ghost, so I quickly turned around and ran away, but I was caught. I felt her body temperature and trembling violently, so I turned on the flashlight and found that it was Mo Xing'er. Her face was stained with tears, her hair was disheveled, her eyes were red, and her clothes were untidy, as if she had escaped from a concentration camp.

"I ...... I...... By...... Strong...... Violent...... ......"

I didn't understand it at first, but when I looked at her again, I immediately understood - I was not a little girl, and I knew that this was the most tragic thing that happened to a woman.

Helping her down to the third floor, where most of the people lived, I shouted, "Is anyone there?" "A few minutes later, almost everyone was out. Yoko Yuda helped Mo Xing'er clean up her body, while the men grabbed their weapons and went upstairs to hunt down the shameful rapist - I heard that it was actually the white-collar worker named Xu Pengfei. How could it be him? Look at his languishing appearance!

I fled to the second basement floor in fear, hiding in my doomsday survival room, praying that I wouldn't see that pervert again. I couldn't sleep anymore, and stayed up until about six o'clock in the morning, when I quietly walked out of the fortress, and when I passed through the basement floor, I unexpectedly bumped into Mo Xing'er - her hair was combed again, although her face was wiped clean, her complexion was frighteningly pale, her eyes were red, and her eyes were dull. I didn't dare to talk to her, and I didn't know why she came down, so I had to bypass her and come to the lobby of the ground floor alone.

Looking up at the nine-story building in the atrium, the voices of the men were faintly heard, and it seemed that Xu Pengfei had been searched for all night. Suddenly, I heard a familiar voice again, somewhere on the ground floor. I went over silently, and at the door of the women's toilet, I saw Ding Zi and the female cleaner - damn, why are you with this inferior person?

I noticed that Ding Zi's face was haggard, her lips were trembling, and there were tears hanging from the corners of her eyes. Did the country woman bully her?

"Leave me alone!" Ding Zi yelled at the female cleaner.

The middle-aged woman in her forties stumbled back two steps: "I can't do it." I've been worried about you every day since I was trapped underground. ”

"Get out! Get out of here! ”

"I'm sorry, I know, I shouldn't have been in front of you."

The female cleaning worker bowed her head in submission, but Ding Zi responded more violently: "Why didn't you get crushed to death in the earthquake earlier?" ”

"You...... You...... Actually...... Say...... This kind of thing ......"

Finally, she couldn't help but shed tears - in fact, Ding Zi also said what was in my heart, what would this kind of person do if he survived the end of the world? It also wastes the limited air, water and food underground, and dies before it is clean!

Unexpectedly, the female cleaner's words actually stimulated Ding Zi, her tears couldn't stop flowing, and she rushed to the other end of the corridor, through a small door, and ran to the ground floor of the Future Dream Hotel. The female cleaner chased after her, but couldn't run fast because she had just been injured. I didn't dare to be seen by her or Ding Zi, so I could only follow her behind.

Arriving at the hotel lobby, the female cleaner held a flashlight and shone into the darkness. At this time, some strange sound came from the small room behind the front desk. She immediately rushed in, and within a few seconds, there was a scream inside, and I could hear it being Ding Zi's voice. In the blink of an eye, a man ran out of the small room, and it turned out to be Xu Pengfei! Covered in blood, the rapist rushed out in a panic, past the large flower pot I had hidden, and fled back to the ground floor atrium of the Future Dream Mall.

Of course, I didn't dare to follow the rapist, so I rushed straight into the small room at the hotel front desk, just to know how Ding Zi was doing.

A flashlight rolled down the ground, illuminating the corpse - I was sure that the female cleaner was dead, and the middle-aged woman was still looking at Ding Zi until she died. There was a knife stuck in his chest, and the blood had stained his whole body, including Ding Zi's hands. I noticed a strange detail - Ding Zi was holding a tag-like card in her hand, like a female cleaner's work card. I screamed too. Ding Zi was completely indifferent, although his clothes were disheveled, as if he had been bullied by that pervert, he knelt on the ground like a sculpture, looking at the female cleaner stupidly, and big tears slipped from his eyes and dripped on the face of the dead woman.

When my two-minute-long staccato screaming stopped, Ding Zi looked up at my face, and her bloodied hands shoved the cleaner's work card into her pocket.

Maybe my screams were too loud, which attracted the whirlwind and cultivation, and Xiaoguang followed behind them. They were all shocked by this scene, Xiaoguang hugged Ding Zi's shoulders tightly - my eyes were like an extra glass cover, and I no longer dared to get close to my former best friend.

Others dragged the body of the female cleaner to the fourth basement floor for burial. A few minutes later, I heard that when they passed by an underground supermarket, they accidentally found Xu Pengfei's body, and an electric drill was still in his eye, presumably the drill bit had pierced his brain.

Xiaoguang and I still stayed where we were to accompany Ding Zi, but she always lowered her head and shed tears, and she didn't want to say a word to us. Or did I tell Xiaoguang - when the female cleaner first entered the small room, the rapists Xu Pengfei and Ding Zi were here, and it was obvious that the murderer was Xu Pengfei.

Suddenly, I felt a little mean. I deliberately wanted Xiaoguang to know that the rapist had been alone with Ding Zi, and that Ding Zi looked untidy—an evil hint.

Sure enough, this seemingly casual but ill-intentioned remark made Xiaoguang react strongly, and he suddenly turned his head to stare into my eyes, forcing me to take a half-step back in my heart, and lowered my head again and said, "I'm not lying. ”

That's right, I'm not lying, and Xiaoguang also believes that this is the truth. He looked at Ding Zi again and sighed slightly. Then, he kissed her on the lips in front of me without disgust!

Finally, Ding Zi buried her head in his arms - I felt that she had been afraid to look me in the eye.

This scene deeply stimulated me, this charming teenager in front of me is the only man I have ever loved, but he doesn't care about my feelings at all, only when I am air?

I retreated to the side without shame, and just as I was about to run away with tears in my eyes, his voice sounded behind me: "Haimei, please take care of Ding Zi again, I'll go get some water and food, as well as towels and clothes." With that, he rushed out like a gust of wind.

I walked up to Ding Zi and looked at the sad girl sitting on the ground, as if I had just lost someone who was extremely important to me—I vaguely guessed something. There is a gap between me and her. I felt a deep shame, both for myself and for her. Friend? Girlfriends? Jin Lan? What other words can there be? I just felt cheated and deceived for three whole years, like a fool being tricked!

"Ding Zi, let me ask you a question."

But she lowered her head and did not dare to answer half a word.

I chased after him: "What is your relationship with the woman who just died?" ”

Ding Zi reacted, raised his head tremblingly, stared at me with resentful eyes, and still didn't speak.

"You don't dare to answer, do you?" I've always been unforgiving, and today I have to ask for a result, "We've been best friends for three years, and you know what kind of person I hate the most!" One is the poor, the other is a liar. Tell me, you didn't lie to me! ”

She still didn't answer.

"In the past three years of high school, you have always said that your family is rich, and you have been swiping your credit card to buy all kinds of valuable things, and often giving me expensive gifts. However, you have never taken any of your classmates to your house, and I have never met your parents, not even your car. You made everything up, didn't you? ”

Ding Zi still had her lips closed, trembling silently, and looked at me in a daze, as if blood was about to burst out of her eyes. However, this kind of look in her eyes that she had never seen before aroused my anger even more-

"You've been lying to me! In fact, you are an inferior person from a low background, and you dare to pretend to be a rich person to associate with me! How can a person be shameless to such an extent? ”

Before the last sentence was finished, I saw Ding Zi pick up something without saying a word, and when I got close to my eyes, I saw that it was a glass vase that was originally on the ground.

There was no chance to dodge, and the vase had already smashed into my head. Hurt......

The glass vase was so heavy that the moment it hit my skull, it turned into countless hard shards. The sharpest of them were like the tip of a knife digging deep into my temple and into my brain...... I watched as my own blood, like red champagne, splattered on the cold and heartless face opposite, which was the face of Ding Zi at the age of eighteen.

Red, flooding my eyes......

Hell is red.

I'm dead.