There is always more than one truth.

This is the mantra of the mall security guard named Yang Bing.

I think he was wrong.

My name is Ah Xiang and I am 20 years old. Many people say that I look like a thirteen-year-old, which is almost the case, except for the chest and some organs, I will no longer develop after the age of thirteen, and my height will stay at 1.46 meters, which makes me look like a little girl.

Actually, I'm already a woman.

April 1. Sunday. Night, 22:19.

A few minutes before the end of the world fell, I was on the eighth floor of the "Paris Image Commune", and there was only me and the last customer left. The hairstylist and the boss had just gotten off work, and the guest was a female white-collar worker working in a twelve-story office building, and she had already settled the bill, but asked me to give her a massage. If she hadn't had that much to do, maybe I'd have left work - in that case, she saved my life, and I'd have died anyway if I went out on the end of the world, and I could have lived here for a few more days.

When I pressed the shoulder of a beautiful young female white-collar worker, my finger accidentally wrapped around one of her hairs, probably because her hair was permed several times and hurt the root of the hair, and it was easily pulled out. She scolded me with a slap in the face. I'm a shy and honest person, so I can only bow my head and let her scold all kinds of ugly things. Just as she was about to get up and leave, the earthquake struck.

A piece of the ceiling fell entirely, crushing me and the female white-collar worker underneath. Thankfully, I wasn't hurt, and after a few minutes of shaking the ground, I managed to crawl out as best I could. As for the guest who had scolded me just now, he passed out under the ceiling. The whole building was out of power and I didn't know what to do in the dark. I didn't have the strength to drag her out, and I didn't know where to run, so I sat on a chaise longue and clutched my knees in tears.

More than two hours passed until a man appeared in front of me.

I like this man.

That's right, this man in his thirties, with a serious and nervous face, stared straight at me, surprised to find survivors, or wondered how there could be such a stunted girl as me.

And I love that he was present in my most desperate moments, as I have imagined countless times that when the end of the world comes, a man will suddenly appear to save me.

"Who are you?"

"Ah Xiang."

"You're from this store?"

"I'm an apprentice."

"Is there anyone else here?"

"No, the boss has already checked out and gone home, and I'm the last one in the store to get off work."

I'm sorry, I lied to you. There was another person in the store, and I knew that person was still alive, but she was crushed under the ceiling, and she passed out. I could have saved her, if only I had to say one more word...... In an instant, the words of the woman who had scolded me before the earthquake struck rang in my ears - and I decided to let her rot here forever.

She doesn't deserve to be seen by you.

At the end of the world, I became one of the last twenty-plus survivors of humanity. No one knew that there was another survivor in the hairdresser on the eighth floor – if she was still alive.

In the next few days and nights, except for the security guard Yang Bing, few people took the initiative to talk to me. And this Yang Bing is really annoying, especially his accent that is very close to mine, which reminds me of the hometown I hate. I hate my parents. Why was I born in that place? Why was I so poor that I didn't even finish junior high school? Why haven't I grown up since I was thirteen? Why should I only live in the eyes of others? I never dared to speak loudly, I didn't dare to cry or laugh in front of others, I always kept my head down like a child who had done something wrong, and even if I was scolded or even beaten for no reason, I had to swallow my anger and become a common thing in my house.

Circumstantially, I always want to get rid of Yang Bing, and I appear in front of you intentionally or unintentionally - when you patrol alone in the dark, when you sit in the bookstore on the fourth floor to read, when you are on the ground floor to take care of the seriously wounded, there are a pair of eyes looking at you. I'm sure you saw me, but you ignored me.

I know you like other women, among us survivors.

I'm jealous of her.

But I don't hate you, I'm just a shampoo girl, I still look like a thirteen-year-old, and you won't be interested in me. I'm self-inflicted, like a nymphomaniac. I will die for you. But even if that day comes, you probably won't look at me more.

So, I started chatting with Yang Bing, many times on purpose in front of you.

You have a good relationship with Yang Bing - this is the stupidest thing about you, every time you see me with Yang Bing, you are embarrassed to avoid it, I really want to grab you by the collar of your back and carry you back to me - but I must grow another thirty centimeters taller.

I'm sorry, I gave myself to Yang Bing.

He almost forced me, but I didn't resist. Because I want you to know, I want you to care a little bit about me, I want you to feel a little bit of pity, I want you to have a little pity for me.

I don't know if you've ever thought about it that way.

Yang Bing and I hid in a small room in the hotel lobby for about an hour. But I didn't feel anything, just like I had completed a task, but he was so satisfied that he vowed to protect me. I pretended to be happy, as if I was moved by his sincerity, and I would change my attitude towards him - in fact, no matter how a man changes himself, a woman's attitude towards him will not change, or it will be reluctant and disguised.

Anyway, Yang Bing is not my first man. In the first month I came to the city, the owner of the foot bath shop where I worked was pressed into bed and snatched me away for the first time, and he recruited me for this purpose. Later, I changed jobs and met many men, but none of them made me like.

You're the first.

Zhou Xuan, I don't admire your talent. Of course, everyone privately calls you a third-rate writer. I just like the look in your eyes, the kind of temperament you have. I haven't read a book for a few days, I don't know how to tell you, anyway, I just like you, for no reason. It doesn't matter if you look at me or not.

On the third day, we found Guo Xiaojun's body, which had died a terrible death.

Everyone was frightened, and Zhou Xuan and Yang Bing investigated together. However, I know who killed Guo Xiaojun - yes, I can see through Yang Bing's eyes. He had physical contact with me, I stared into his eyes, and he couldn't hide anything from me when he was most unguarded. But I won't report him, because I also hate Guo Xiaojun.

That night, as I had done two days before, I sneaked out of the shop on the third floor of the mall and went to the grave on the fourth basement floor. I'm not going to the grave, even though tomorrow is the Qingming Festival. Alone on the dark fourth basement floor, I approached the pile of dead bodies with a flashlight, while also wearing a mask to avoid fainting from the smell of rotting corpses.

I came to the midst of the greenish, blackened corpses, and looked at the horrible corpses, some with bulging bellies, some covered with corpse spots, some mutilated...... But instead of fear, I crouched down and broke the fingers of a female corpse to remove a diamond ring from her ring finger. But the dead man's finger was as hard as wood, and I couldn't take it off, so I broke it with all my might. The diamond ring stolen from the dead man's finger glittered in the lightning. I don't know if it's true or not, I don't know what brand it is, I just think it's good-looking, and it should be worth a lot of money - although the least valuable thing in the apocalypse is money.

Do you think I'm crazy? Why steal dead people's things? When death is on the verge of death, what's the use of holding a bunch of gold bricks? People like you, who grew up in big cities, don't understand the thoughts of people who are born poor and hungry. I just love these things because I'm never going to get them in my life, and even if I wash someone's hair every day from dawn to dark, I'll never get a diamond ring like this – if it's the real thing. In the apocalyptic underground, as long as I'm not afraid of the dead, I can easily get everything. The moment I held the diamond ring in the palm of my hand, I felt very happy, even if I would die tomorrow!

I wear a diamond ring on my finger, and my tiny, thin finger can wear all the rings. However, I only wore it for three seconds and then took it off again.

Footsteps sounded behind him.

Just as I was panicking and about to turn back, a cold hand covered my mouth. That's what really scares me. In front of my eyes was the pile of dead bodies, and that hand gave me the feeling of a horrible zombie! I couldn't resist. Then the other hand touched my chest and dragged me into a nearby corner.

The cold hand ripped open the zipper of my blouse and quickly ripped open my underwear. I don't know whose two lips were spitting out heavy breath, pecking at my body, and drooling sticky saliva - more disgusting than the corpse fluids of the dead.

I couldn't see the man's face because he had blindfolded me with a black cloth. In the hellish darkness, my upper body was naked, and the lower half of my pants were also removed. My struggle was so weak, because I was so petite, I only weighed more than eighty pounds, and the other party might weigh twice as much as me.

It hurts......

Ten minutes? Twenty minutes? I don't remember exactly.

In short, my own weight was gone, and it was so dark in front of me that I couldn't see a single ray of light.

Untied the black cloth tied to his eyes, his legs were still numb. There were only two faint lights on, and I searched for a flashlight on the ground, but I finally found it, aiming it at my lower body. I felt a deep humiliation, tears already on my cheeks. I struggled to clean my body, but I didn't know who had killed me. At least, this person wouldn't be Yang Bing, and he didn't need to do it. It is even less likely to be circumferential. Except for the filthy stuff, he left no trace and made no sound the whole time. No one dares to come to this place, only Mr. Luo will come down every day to maintain the generator, has someone been following me?

Spread out your right hand, the diamond ring was still in the palm of your hand. I don't know why, but I held it tightly the whole time I was *—if I hadn't come down to steal the dead man's things, I probably wouldn't have suffered such a sin.

I thought about death.

If I had been bullied like this before, I would have thought I was unlucky and endured it. But it's the end of the world, can't I escape my fate?

I dressed all my clothes and straightened my hair, I didn't want anyone to find out about a female corpse that had been *killed. I still hold the diamond ring in my right hand, not because I like it that much, but because my fingers are no longer controlled by my brain. I walked dazedly through the dark four basement floors, waiting for the moment to be killed by zombies or wild dogs......

Suddenly, I heard the roar of a car. Who drives in the basement in the wee hours of the morning?

In the blink of an eye, a car was speeding towards me with its lights on. Just let it kill me! So, I stood calmly in the driveway and closed my eyes.

Jam on the brakes.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw a man in the car, it was actually Yang Bing.

He jumped out of the car and said something stupid to me, but I didn't answer him. He pulled me into the passenger seat. It's a really good car, I don't know how he opened it. I've never touched a car like this in my life. He touched my chest while driving. However, I didn't have the strength to cut off his hand, and my nose was sore again, because I thought of you—circular.

My tears are flying.

Yang Bing quickly drove into the third basement floor. I turned my head to look at his face, and sure enough, he was very excited, his hand was still touching my chest, and I wanted him to die.

Die with me!

I quietly put the diamond ring in my pocket, and I turned the steering wheel vigorously as he sped up the speed.

Ha ha! He must have been surprised and frightened, but he couldn't react, and the steering wheel was spun around by me, and the car completely lost control and flew to the side.

There was a violent jolt, the entire windshield shattered, the airbag pressed heavily on my face, and the bones all over my body seemed to break.

The grave was quiet again, and I felt as if I was in a coffin......

I don't know how long it took for me to wake up.

I wasn't killed, I wasn't shattered as I had imagined, I was cold underneath me, and a dim light was shining overhead. Strange, how did I not be in the car, but lying on the ground in the underground garage? Have I died and my soul has drifted to the ground? Or will you soon be going to hell again? However, I clearly felt pain all over my body, and my forehead and shoulders were bleeding, which reminded me that I was still alive.

Why am I still alive?

Not only did I not die, but I was able to get up with difficulty and stagger a few steps. In front of me was the big car. That's right, right now, I turned the steering wheel so hard that the car flew into the car next to me. The poor red sedan had been smashed in two. The big car also crashed miserably, and the passenger door twisted into a ball and fell off completely. Yang Bing was still in the driver's seat, the airbag pressed against his head, the steering wheel embedded in his chest, and blood splattered all over the seat. I'm afraid most of the dried blood on my body is his.

He's dead.

Fortunately, my body shape is like a child, if I am as big as Yang Bing, I will definitely die. However, I took a closer look at the badly deformed door on the ground and realized that it had not fallen by itself, but had been removed with tools. Yes, I found a wrench and a screwdriver on the ground - otherwise I would still be stuck in the car.

Someone saved me?

Surely it wasn't the dead people in the car, could it be the zombies underneath?

Instead of being grateful to the man, I threw my head up and screamed like a child: "Why did you let me live?" ”

Anyway, no one could hear me except for the dead people on the floor below.

I stumbled up the stairs, past the Calford supermarket, to the atrium on the ground floor. His body was still bleeding, and his face was scratched by glass - no matter how he disguised himself, they would find out. I have nowhere to run, you must think that I killed Yang Bing, and how can I explain that you will believe that I am actually trying to kill myself?

However, I wanted to kill Yang Bing, and I did kill him.

On the third night of the end of the world, I was no longer the same person, I became a demon.

Yes, I'm a demon. From the time my parents gave me birth in that poor place where birds don't, from the time I didn't grow up when I was thirteen, from the time I left school without finishing junior high school, from the time I walked into the city and was bullied by people, I became a demon.

Actually, with or without the end of the world, I'm a demon.

It was probably early in the morning, and I walked into the Häagen-Dazs store on the ground floor. I heard even snoring from five wounded, men and women, old and young, who could not move because of serious injuries such as broken bones, and could only concentrate on the ground floor to rest. There was a middle-aged man whose wound was inflamed and suppurated, exuding a pungent stench, and the wound was about to grow maggots in a few days, and the only way to save him was to amputate his leg. But there were no doctors underground, no necessary medicines, and no medical tools, and even if someone dared to cut off his thigh, he would surely die of blood loss in no time. This poor man has always been*, as if enduring the ten tortures of the Manchu Qing Dynasty. He wanted to commit suicide every day, begging the people around him to give him a bottle of sleeping pills, or just slit his wrist. Zhou Xuan comforted him like a pastor, hoping that he would cherish life and not give up hope - I think you are really like a simple child, probably this is what I like about you, when it comes to the end of the fucking world, what hope do you have to think about?

Now, I stood in front of this man, the pain keeping him awake at night, looking at me in the darkness with his eyes open. He grabbed my hand tightly and cried out miserably: "Kill me...... Don't let me suffer anymore...... Please...... Accumulate Yin De ...... Kill me......"

I looked at him quietly, and in the faint light, I saw tears in the corners of his eyes, this man in his forties, was so cowardly.

If he doesn't die, then I should.

I have an extra knife in my hand, which I brought up from the second basement floor of the supermarket.

Amid the anguished man's constant crying, I gave him one last smile and slit his neck with a knife.

I felt the knife cut through his throat and blood splattered on my face, hot and fishy, I didn't like it at all.

He didn't make any sound, but his last look was even more painful, and his expression quickly froze in this hideous moment.

He's dead.

This is the second person I killed, although I only helped him complete his suicide.

I didn't like the blood he sprayed on my face, but I loved the feeling of killing him, or helping someone fulfill their wishes.

I gave myself a smile and moved on to the second seriously wounded man. She was a woman in her thirties, lying on Simmons, who had moved down from the fourth floor. Her arms and ribs were broken, her face was badly wounded, and she was covered in bandages, and she looked like a mummy—and it was a sin for a woman to live like this! I think even if there is no end of the world, she can survive, this face will be ruined, I don't know if she still has the courage to live. Why don't you let me end all the pain for her?

I put the knife on her chest and felt her heartbeat until she woke up in a daze.

I don't know where you were born, I don't know if your parents love you, I don't know if you're poor or rich, I don't know what kind of man you've loved or been loved by, I don't know if you're married or have children, and I don't know if you want to die or live. In conclusion, I want to say to you: "Goodbye! ”

I stabbed the tip of my knife into her heart.

Another stream of blood sprayed onto my face, and I was almost numb to it.

She didn't make a sound, just her body twitched, and she died with her eyes open. Out of mercy and humanitarianism, I closed her eyelids and hoped she hadn't gone to hell.

The third.

My mood was already calm, I didn't feel guilty, I felt like I was benefiting these people who were suffering.

The blood of the dead blurred my vision, and I picked up a towel and wiped my face, only to find that my wound had stopped bleeding. My bones still hurt, but man is a tenacious animal, and maybe I can survive the end of the world, even if everyone here dies.

Hopefully, only me and you will be the only ones left then.

Four o'clock in the morning, the Häagen-Dazs store in the atrium on the ground floor. I came to another seriously injured man, a fat man in his twenties, unaware that I had killed two men and was snoring heavily. His head was bandaged, his body was covered with a quilt, and he didn't know where the wound was. However, seeing a man who is so young and actually fat like this makes me angry! This body is a sin, and even if it is not the end of the world, people like this do not deserve to live in the world. You have to know how many people in the world can't eat enough! Just like me, eating meat is a luxury, and occasionally eating a few pieces of blackened bacon that has been left for half a year is already a great happiness. That's right, I hate fat people, he deserves to lie here. Also, I hate the sound he snores, it's absolutely polluting, and he's the most damned of the seriously injured!

Good bye! Fatso.

Without even a second of hesitation, I slashed his throat with a knife, like cutting a watermelon.

With the blood splattering, the dead fat man actually opened his eyes and let out a cry of horror. I curled up to the side in fright. Thankfully, his trachea had been severed, and his voice was limited to a dry howl of pain, unable to make louder cries for help. Despite his large size and the consequent movements, he was so badly injured that he could not move, so he could only lie under the covers and struggle until his whole body, along with the floor around him, was dyed red, and then he completely lost his breath and turned into an obese corpse.

At this moment, I heard a scream next to me.

Damn it! The other seriously injured person was awakened, she was a middle-aged woman, and as soon as she let out a scream, I rushed up in a panic and stabbed her in the heart.

Crisp and clean!

She suffered no more, her eyes almost protruding from their sockets, her life ending in surprise and fear, rest in peace.

After killing four people in one fell swoop, I almost collapsed, lying on top of the dead woman and gasping for a moment, not forgetting that there was a fifth seriously wounded.

So, I turned my head to look at the innermost side of the Häagen-Dazs store, where an old man in his sixties was lying there, his eyes twinkling in the dark.

I had never seen an old man with such a catchy look in his eyes, and he staggered to his side, pointing the tip of his blood-dripping knife at his throat.

The flashlight illuminated the bridge of the old man's nose, but he was neither frightened nor panicked, and said to me solemnly: "Child, I don't want to die, please let me live." ”

Suddenly, his voice reminded me of my grandfather.

I raised my wrist and looked at the knife in my hand, only to find that the blades had been curled, which was also a normal result of killing four people in a row.

Won't Providence let me kill him?

"Please let me live, for any reason, anytime, anywhere." The old man was still stubbornly talking.

And I shook my head: "It's the end of the world, everyone is going to die anyway, why are you still alive?" ”

"To live."

It's so simple, I don't understand the reasoning, but I've given up on killing him.

I threw the bladed knife on the ground and fled the Häagen-Dazs shop as fast as I could, leaving four dead and one alive behind.

Walk through the dark hallway and down to the supermarket on the basement floor. His clothes were dyed red, and he could imagine himself looking like a mentally ill person.

Damn, I hate this image, I might as well die!

I took off all my clothes in the bathroom, grabbed the last bottles of mineral water from the corner, and wiped my whole body with a clean towel, especially the ravaged area. I changed into everything including my underwear, although it looked big no matter what I was wearing. Now, I face the mirror again, to a girl-like woman, with a pale face set with a pair of godless eyes, like a corpse.

Then, I heard hurried footsteps from upstairs, like the sound of the bad guys in a movie. I understood that the four bodies on the ground floor had been found, and that the only surviving old man must have told them that I had killed them.

There is no doubt that they are here to kill me, in order to avoid being killed by me.

I found another sharp knife and hid it in a corner of the supermarket. I took out the diamond ring I had stolen from the dead man's hand from my pocket and silently put it on my left ring finger. I don't know how long I'll live, maybe I'll end up and kill them all - I hope not you, Circumference.

Soon, I saw Zhou Xuan, as well as Tao Ye, who worked in the supermarket, Xiaoguang, who looked like a high school student, Mr. Luo, the owner of this building, and his dog, I think it was the dog's nose that led them over.

And - the woman.

Armed with flashlights and sticks, they took a cursory glance around the supermarket and went down the floor. It seems that these people want to search me layer by layer. And they will find two crashed cars on the third basement floor, as well as Yang Bing who died in the car.

Sure enough, five minutes later, everyone returned to the supermarket, turned on all the lights here, and everyone's faces were even more solemn.

The dog barked twice, and it smelled blood on me again.

Zhou Xuan began to mobilize everyone: "Search on this level. Be careful, try not to hurt her, catch her alive! ”

"That has to be before she stabs me to death!" Tao Ye complained from a long distance. He was most familiar with the terrain of the supermarket and quickly approached me.

I quietly shifted my position, thankfully because I was petite and barely made a sound. When I hid behind a shelf, I found the woman walking by.

I'm going to kill her!

Aside from the man who hurt me, she's the one I hate the most of the people underground!

I burst out of the stab and threw her to the ground, the tip of the knife stabbing her in the heart. I didn't expect her to react quite quickly and grab my arm with both hands. Luckily, she was a woman, and she didn't have the strength to push me away, but my tiny body exploded with tremendous force, and the tip of the knife was still pointed at her chest.

Just when I was only two centimeters away from killing her, you appeared behind me.

Circumstantial, why are you again?

You pushed me to the ground, desperately trying to protect the woman, even if the tip of my knife was aimed at your heart.

That's right, the tip of my knife has cut through your clothes, almost into your chest—and my hand has stopped.

I can't kill you because I like you.

At the moment of pause, you immediately grabbed my hand and scuffled with me. We both lost our balance and fell to the ground, and I didn't know which direction the tip of the knife was facing, until a piercing pain came.

That's right, the tip of the knife pierced my chest and drilled into my heart.

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts so much that it numbs my brain, it hurts so much that my vision blurs so much that only your face remains, and your terrified eyes remain, as if not believing that this knife will pierce me in the heart.

Zhou Xuan, dear, please don't blame yourself, you didn't mean to kill me, it was just an accident, and in the process of our scuffle, a knife stabbed me in the heart.

Heart, broken.

People, can they still live?