"There will always be only one-"

I'm sorry, I don't believe that.

In the 25 years since I lived, I have experienced many things that no one knows the truth. Fifteen years ago, on a snowy night, in a small village among the mountains, in a dilapidated tiled house, my father pressed my mother against the kang and wrapped a belt around her neck. As I was ten, curled up in a corner, snowflakes falling through the window to the tip of my nose, I watched my mother's two eyeballs protrude from her sockets, her tongue sticking out of her purple-black lips, until her body and eyes finally remained motionless, and a smell of urine came from her cotton pants. I watched my dad kill my mom because he caught evidence of mom stealing and suspected that I wasn't his real flesh and blood. Indeed, I don't look like him at all, and I don't know if I look like Zhang Carpenter next door or Secretary Wang of the neighboring village. Although there is only one man who gave birth to me, I don't know which one. Maybe those people don't know either? Maybe my mom doesn't know either? Soon after, my father, who raised me, was caught by the police, sentenced to death in the court, and shot to death in the court by the Yellow River.

Until now, I don't know who gave birth to me.

My name is Yang Bing. After my mother was killed by my father, I was raised by my grandmother until I was eighteen years old, and then I left the mountain village and came to the city. I didn't just come out to make money, but I also wanted to avoid the eyes of the people in the village who looked at me like dogs. I've done all sorts of errands: serving dishes in a small restaurant, bathing people in the bathing center, delivering food to McDonald's on an electric bike......

Four years ago, I came to the construction site and participated in the construction of the Future Dream Building. When I lay the foundation, I found that the soil was very soft and I often felt like it was sinking. We dug up many coffins from the ground and even found an ancient tomb. The cultural relics department asked for a halt, and it was restarted when I heard that a red envelope was given, and the Ming Dynasty tomb was also smashed into concrete, which was roughly the fourth underground layer later.

After the building was completed, I applied for a job as a mall security guard, and I changed into a lean and straight uniform, and it seemed that I was about to get ahead. Compared to my fellow villagers who were still selling coolies on the construction site, I thought I was superior, and when someone pulled me to a night stall to drink, I replied, "Look at your hillbilly bear-like look!" Take a pee and don't get my clothes dirty. ”

After working as a security guard for three years, he only saved 10,000 yuan in his bank card, but in addition to frequent night patrols, he has never done any dirty work. I didn't expect my supervisor to give me a raise, and I didn't have the idea of going home to beg my wife and have a baby - there was no girl in the village who wanted to marry a wild seed who didn't know who her father was. I had to go to and from work every day, every long night, from the first floor of the mall to the ninth floor, listening to my ghost-like footsteps – and sometimes I would encounter ghosts.

Well, you won't believe me. Anyway, as I said, there is never more than one truth! What I see is the truth, whispering into your ear -

Dummy! After three o'clock in the morning, they really move! But I pretended not to see it, and walked calmly in the darkness, not daring to look them in the eye. There was a security guard on night duty who reported to the supervisor that the dummy would move in the middle of the night, and the supervisor thought he was mentally ill, and at three o'clock in the morning the next day, he fell from the atrium on the seventh floor and fell to his death, and the police identified it as suicide - I don't believe it! That's the revenge of the dummies, it's strictly forbidden to divulge secrets! Why do I dare to say it now, you ask? Because, I'm dead, what else is there to be afraid of?

Sorry for the detours, the next step is to tell the truth - but my truth doesn't have to be yours.

April 1. Sunday. Night, 22:19.

I am so convinced that this is the end of the world.

Within a few minutes of the sky falling apart, I watched the Director die, his head sliced off by a piece of glass falling from the sky, blood spurting onto my face. Not a self-compliment, I was a good security guard, and after a short period of panic and fear, I regained my composure. I found a few flashlights to help the survivors escape down the stairs. Most people gathered in the atrium of the ground floor to dig a way out of the mall. I was taking care of the injured cleaner - don't think about it, she was an aunt in her forties, and she was usually very kind to me, so she couldn't be left alone—so I was able to save my life from the stampede.

In the early hours of the morning, there were only twenty or so survivors left, and Professor Wu Hanlei became the leader, not the building's owner, Luo Haoran—by the way, you must have asked him. To be honest, I didn't know anything about the boss before, and I only learned his name after the disaster. Anyway, no one will bird anyone at the end of the world, and even the president of the United States is a poor ghost waiting to die. But as an employee of the company, I still respectfully call Mr. Luo. He spends most of his time maintaining the generator on the fourth basement floor, rarely talking to people, and is basically alone.

There is one person I hate the most, that is Guo Xiaojun, who always wears Dior.

Half a year ago, I was on duty in the underground garage and saw a red Porsche speeding up like a racing car. I yelled to stop, but I didn't expect the car to stop at the elevator entrance. I went over and politely asked him to park the car and not block the access to and from the elevator. The driver is Guo Xiaojun, who is wearing Dior, and there is a handsome guy next to him, like the second male lead in an idol drama. The grandson was obviously drunk, opened the car door heavily, almost knocked me over, and walked towards the elevator with the male star in his arms. I know rich people are not easy to mess with, but if the supervisor sees a car parked at the elevator entrance, he will definitely deduct my salary. I couldn't bear to catch up with him and intercept him, and I told him to park the car. He coldly threw out one word: "Get out!" This word stimulated me to not let him go anyway. Unexpectedly, Guo Xiaojun took out a wad of RMB and threw it directly in my face, to say the least, there were thousands of yuan. He deliberately insulted me, thinking that I would bend down, pick up the money, and send him into the elevator with a smile on his face. But he misjudged me, my face was flushed, I couldn't say a word, I think I had murderous intent in my eyes. The sissy male star pulled him and said, "Xiaojun, forget it, don't worry about this kind of person, we won't stay in this hotel tonight." Guo Xiaojun shook him off and slapped me without blinking his eyelids. The stupid man had very little strength, and I had rough skin and thick flesh, so I didn't feel any pain. He slapped me several more times in a row until I subconsciously took a half-step back. Just as the elevator door opened, Guo Xiaojun pulled the male star into the elevator and dropped a sentence: "Cheap!" Only worthy of being a security guard for the rest of your life! ”

That night, I was deducted 200 yuan from my salary by the supervisor because of the Porsche parked at the elevator door.

Later, I met Guo Xiaojun in the underground garage several times, sometimes driving a Porsche, sometimes driving a BMW Z4, and once driving a Ferrari. Every time I retreated into the shadows, but when he parked the car at the elevator door, I had to bite the bullet and say in a low voice: "Boss, can you please move the car, thank you!" He looked at me mockingly, and it wasn't until I gave him a ninety-degree bow that he moved the car to the parking space. Guo Xiaojun doesn't remember my face, he thinks that all the security guards in the world are the same.

Not only me, but everyone underground hated him, including the owner of the building, Mr. Luo, who never showed an expression, but every time he met him, he turned his back, and the farther away from this kind of person, the better he desped.

In less than two days, Guo Xiaojun, a fool, began to starve, and begged everyone with a dead face. One time he begged me and forgot to slap me. I pressed the previous humiliation to the bottom of my heart, just showed an indifferent gaze, and after he followed me like a dog for a few hundred meters, I threw a few biscuits on the ground, and he immediately picked them up and ate them. I suddenly felt a little sorry for him, and even thought of forgiving him.

It's only to blame him for not being angry. In the early morning of the third day, I was patrolling the corridor on the fourth floor when I heard movement in the staff locker room - that was where I stored my food, and I found out that Guo Xiaojun was stealing my things! That's the life-saving food I left for myself through the last few days of the apocalypse. Enraged, I lifted the collar of his Dior suit and lifted his thin little body into the air.

A few hours ago, I had just hanged a dog in a supermarket on the basement floor because the dog had eaten my private collection of German sausages!

Instead of begging for mercy, Guo Xiaojun scolded: "In the next life, you will still be a poor ghost!" ”

In an instant, I pulled out the dagger hidden in my trouser leg, a weapon of self-defense against the mad dog, and without saying a word to him, I stabbed it into his chest. Blood sprayed on my face, and I felt no fear, but a feeling of refreshment. I was trembling, it was excitement and excitement, my brain was about to open up, my hands were no longer under my control, and I stabbed more than a dozen times in a row. I don't pity him, but I pity his Dior. Finally, I made a few cuts in his face and used a dagger to pick the corners of his mouth, turning him into a blood-stained fool who only laughs.

As he lay motionless on the ground, I felt a deep sense of fear and my whole body became cold, from my skin to my bone marrow. Although this scene has been rehearsed countless times in my mind, and it is actually presented in front of my eyes, I am at a loss for what to do - perhaps, it was the same feeling when my dad killed my mother fifteen years ago?

The locker room on the fourth floor and the entrance are all surveillance blind spots. I crept up to the locker room on the fifth floor, carefully avoiding all surveillance, locking my blood-soaked uniform in a box. I washed my body carefully to make sure there was no blood, and then put on a new uniform. As for the sharp knife that killed people, I discarded it in the corner of the movie theater.

But there was one thing that I didn't throw away — a car key with a Lexus logo fell out of Guo's pocket during the killing. I couldn't help but pick up the key before I ran away, and after hesitation, I wiped it clean and hid it on my body - wasn't that what I had always dreamed of? I'm such an idiot, it's the end of the world, what else do you have to share with mine? You don't need to kill people at all, you can get the keys to a good car, even if you go to the pile of corpses on the fourth basement floor, and you may not have a Mercedes or Cadillac.

I've worked as a garage security guard and am very familiar with all kinds of vehicles, and I often go to car websites to keep an eye on each new car. Two years ago, I got my driver's license, but I was so poor that I couldn't even afford tires, so I could only dive silently in the car BBS and watch the car owners communicate or show off. Sometimes in the face of those good cars in the garage, there is often the urge to pull the door and turn the steering wheel 180 degrees! I used to hide in the middle of the night in the middle of the night, stroking the front of a Bentley that resembled the Bentley from "2012", as if it was the only one that could take me out of the apocalypse.

For a whole day after Guo Xiaojun's death, I dressed up in uniform and pretended to investigate the murderer – if the police were the murderer, the case would never have been solved.

Actually, I just accomplished a tacit thing on everyone's behalf, the death of a disgusting guy who would only waste resources and nothing to contribute, which is undoubtedly beneficial to all survivors, even if anyone guessed that I did it, they would not say it. Only the brainless guy who is still bent on finding the murderer, and sometimes I think he is as simple as a child.

In the evening, I walked around the garage on the third basement floor alone, and kept trying to press the remote control button of the car key, and ended up opening a Lexus GX460 - oh my! A doomsday gift? One of my favorite SUVs!

Trembling and pulling the car door, sitting in the wide and comfortable driver's seat, I imagined Guo Xiaojun sitting in this big car, it was simply unmanned! I struggled for a while to figure out how to start the car. This four-wheel drive car, worth more than one million, an imported car that even a lifetime of security guards can't afford, has now become my toy - like a long-cherished woman, finally bowed down at my feet, and called softly: "Master, I am your slave girl, please let me serve you." ”

As soon as the car started, it almost hit the opposite wall, and I slammed the steering wheel with all my strength into the lane. After two or three seconds of gas pedaling, the speed reached fifty kilometers per hour. The grave-like silence of the underground garage, the roar and roar of the car. Hit the direction again, and the car rubbed heavily against the column, and my blood boiled in the impact and vibration, like playing a racing game! Turn to the ramp that leads to the next floor, and press the brakes to drive to the fourth basement level. I opened the CD in the car, but I didn't expect Guo Xiaojun to listen to Michael Jackson.

When I increased my speed to 60 kilometers per hour and shouted excitedly, I saw a dark figure standing at the end of the headlights.

Whether it's a human or a ghost, I subconsciously slammed on the brakes!

The screeching of braking sounded underground, and I threw my head on the steering wheel, closing my eyes and imagining whether I had hit a living flesh or a resurrected zombie or some illusory ghost.

When she opened her eyes, the light shrouded her face, and she stood in front of the front of the car in a daze.

Ah Xiang?

There was no trace of panic on this childlike face, just a blank look. She was only a few centimeters from the front of the car, and if I braked a fraction of a second late, I could be knocked out.

It's the first time I've seen her look like this.

I jumped out of the car and grabbed her arm: "What's wrong with you?" Why do you come down in the middle of the night? Aren't you afraid of the corpses piled up here? ”

At the same time, I smelled a smell of decay.

She didn't say anything, like a junior high school girl who was about to repeat a grade. She looked out the window, and I took the opportunity to hug her tightly and whisper in her ear, "This is my car, do you like it?" ”

Ah Xiang did not resist, and let me caress her body, from the cheeks to the neck to the chest - only here it is not like a little girl, hidden under her clothes, strong and round. I pulled her into the car, put her in the passenger seat, and kissed her on the ear wantonly.

I know she's a weird girl, and I don't want to get into why she's here, just like I can't get into why there's the end of the world, I just need to have her. With one hand touching her breast, the other hand on the steering wheel, I stepped on the gas pedal again and sped far away, bypassing the horrible pile of corpses and returning to the passage to the third basement level.

When I slammed the throttle uphill, I looked at Ah Xiang out of the corner of my eye, and a bright light flashed out of the corner of her eye.

Her tears were flying.

My car is also flying.

A year ago, on a spring night, I was patrolling past the eighth-floor hairdresser and saw a girl in overalls washing her hair with her sleeves rolled up, beads of sweat on her forehead. She is like the Qiu Mei in my village when I was in elementary school, and that was the first girl I ever liked - the one in front of me was exactly what Qiu Mei looked like back then. I began to suspect that she had just graduated from elementary school, only to find out later that she was twenty years old. I kept track of when she got off work, and every time I got there, I went up to the eighth floor and accompanied her on an elevator ride. But Ah Xiang doesn't pay much attention to me, although our accents are extremely close, I'm afraid that it will make her feel inferior because of this, and then look down on me? I offered to send her home several times, but she coldly refused. Whenever I used my hometown dialect to get close to her, she raised the standard level of Mandarin a little more, and it seemed that I was self-inflicted. Later, I didn't dare to talk to her, but I looked at her from afar at ten o'clock every night, and the back of a thirteen-year-old girl gradually disappeared into the brightly lit night.

I didn't expect her to survive the end of the world with me, she was another doomsday gift from God.

My gifts are flying.

It was not only the car that was flying, but also the tears of the girl who was being touched by me next to it.

Suddenly, she grabbed the steering wheel with a quick dash.

Before I could react, I was about to shout "what do you want to do" when the steering wheel was twisted violently by her - the car immediately turned sharply to the other side, and I felt completely out of control, both in the car and in my own body.

The car is flying, the tears are flying, and I am flying.

I can't hold it without a seat belt!

With a violent crash, the GX460 smashed a red Honda in two, and instead of instinctively turning the front of the car to the side of the passenger as the airbags deployed, I let the steering wheel sink directly into my chest.

I couldn't see anything, my whole face was pinned down by the airbag, and I think my head was probably intact.

However, my heart was shattered by the steering wheel.

I'm dead.