After failing to commit suicide and escaping, Zhou Xuan spent three hours in the dark underground, walking through the remnants of the Future Dream Building, which was below the tenth floor, including a hidden passage leading to the Future Dream Hotel. The hotel door was blocked, and the shattered windows were laid on the marble floor. In order to save fuel, Luo Haoran interrupted the power supply to the hotel. Holding an emergency light, he searched for possible survivors on his own. Except for a corpse at the front desk that was smashed to death by a chandelier, the lobby was empty. The bright light in Zhou Xuan's hand illuminated the deceased's face, and although the flesh and blood were blurred, he could distinguish a fairly marked face. He remembered the face - the front desk lady who checked him in. Zhou Xuan didn't forget that he gave her a smile, because he liked the number "19" the most, and he was deeply relieved to get room 1919 as a place to commit suicide.

The ground floor of the Future Dream Building is divided into two parts, two-thirds of the shopping mall atrium, and the remaining one-third is given to the Future Dream Hotel, and a dedicated elevator skips the shopping mall and office buildings to the hotel rooms above the fifteenth floor. The entrance and exit of the office building is between the mall and the hotel, and there are only a few floors in total, and there is no need for a separate lobby. As you can imagine, no one could have escaped to the ground floor by elevator when the earthquake struck, and the people in the hotel lobby, with the exception of this unfortunate victim, fled to the mall atrium — no wonder a few of the bodies that had been stamped to death were wearing hotel uniforms.

Leaving this hellish place, dragging the corpse with a nylon rope, like a psychopathic killer in a horror movie, ruthlessly dealing with the people he killed. He feels more like a skilled butcher, dragging dead livestock in a slaughterhouse to cold storage.

He was numb to the dead, and carried more than a dozen corpses with his own hands, and his body was broken in different places, and the bones were bleeding all over the place...... Directly carry it by hand, carry it on your shoulder, tie it with a shovel, tie a rope, and drag it with a sack (such as the woman whose upper body is on the fifth floor and whose lower body is in the sightseeing elevator on the ground floor)...... At first, he wore a mask, but he was so stuffy that he couldn't breathe, and after seeing too many internal organs, bones and body fluids, he simply took off the mask and faced various bleak endings in his life. He often picked up the deceased's cell phone, wallet, necklace, bank card, and ring on his severed finger...... In the past, in the event of an earthquake disaster, the relics of the victims had to be kept safely, but now it is useless for anyone to ask for these things, and they are simply thrown back into the pile of dead people.

The names of the survivors were almost identified: Tao Ye, an employee at the supermarket, Yang Bing, a security guard at the building, and Luo Haoran, the owner of the building, who turned on the power switch of the elevator and stipulated that only the dead were allowed to ride in order to avoid the danger of another aftershock. Zhou Xuan followed these men who were not dead, and carried the corpses into the elevator with sweat and rain. However, no one asked Professor Wu Hanlei to move the body, and the rich second generation named Guo Xiaojun didn't want to touch the dead when he was killed, so he had already fled upstairs and disappeared.

Zhou Xuan went to the eighth floor alone to search for the body. There are a few luxury brands, a mix of mid-range restaurants, and a large fitness center. At the end of the cloister is the high-end hairdresser of the "Paris Image Commune", where several lightbox photos with strange and cool hairstyles are still lit up in the window at the entrance of the store.

There's no way there's anyone anymore, right? However, even if it was to find the dead, he had to go inside and examine them, lest the corpses stink and make the living uncomfortable in the future. Zhou Xuan cautiously stepped through the door of the salon, which was badly damaged, with chairs falling to the floor, mirrors mostly shattered, and shampoo and conditioner desperately sold by hairstylists to customers. Just as he was about to walk into the shadows of the hairdresser's shop, there was a faint cry from beside him.

It's a girl's cry, and it's like the wailing of some kind of small animal.

Turning on the light, a small frightened face shone out.

The face still looks like a child, but it is covered with a light lipstick and a lot of dust and smudges, making it difficult to tell the age. Her eyes are wide open, and they don't match the girl-like face, but they resemble the image of a girl in Japanese manga.

However, what made her heart go the most was her terrified eyes, as if with the movement of a finger, the entire building would collapse into nothing. She shrunk in, her body curled up, her hands on her knees, as small as a stretched basketball, which she could throw into the basket with a single lift. Her head was down, and only her eyes were staring up at him.

Staring at him deadly.

Zhou Xuan was silent at a loss, until she winked at him.

As her upper eyelid touched her lower, two tears slid down. He held out his hand to her.

It took half a minute for her to grab his hand. The girl is so light, or does she exercise her arm strength by moving the corpse around? He easily pulled her up, put one hand around her shoulder, and walked out of the store.

Back in the mall cloister, he asked softly, "Who are you?" ”

The other party replied in a mosquito-like voice: "Ah Xiang." ”

"You're from this store?" Zhou Xuan saw that she was wearing a black uniform, her hair was dyed red, and she didn't look like a customer, but more like a shampoo girl in the store.

"I'm an apprentice."

That's right, this is synonymous with shampoo girls.

Ah Xiang couldn't help trembling when she spoke, and she didn't dare to look up at him.

Zhou Xuan looked back at the hairdresser and asked casually, "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 can't afford to get off work late.

Her voice was still soft, with a slight trill, and she almost had to put her ear to it to hear it. She also had a distinctly country accent, as if she had just heard it somewhere.

Walking through the long corridor, the sixth floor of the empty and dead mall was only the sound of their footsteps. In order to save power, most of the shops are in the dark, with only a sparse array of corridor lights lit up, illuminating the figures of people who are shirring high and Ah Xiang, who looks like a sixth-grade elementary school girl.

Walking down a few flights of stairs, I heard a deep male voice on the third floor - "Churchill...... Churchill ......"

The first sound has the majesty of the king, but the second voice hides a little anxiety.

Under the light at the entrance of the passage, Zhou Xuan saw Luo Haoran's face, which was still gloomy and solemn - it was very reminiscent of the common Takakura Ken on the screen in the 80s.

The owner of the Future Dream Mansion has changed into an Armani suit, which is particularly suitable for his body shape and temperament.

"Where did Churchill go again?" Zhou Xuan knew that the Labradoodle, although loyal, was also very active, and often disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"I don't know, I've been looking for a long time." Luo Haoran said calmly. Never say a word more.

"I just came down from upstairs, it shouldn't be up there."

"Who is she?" The owner of the building stared coldly at Ah Xiang, but she still looked down and didn't dare to look him in the eyes.

"Another survivor I found on the eighth floor of the 'Paris Image Commune', her name is Ah Xiang, and it is-" I originally wanted to say the shampoo girl directly, but in order to give her some face, Zhou Xuan paused and said, "The apprentice in the shop." The upstairs were carefully searched, and she was the only one, dead or alive. ”

Luo Haoran didn't take a second look at her, and had already gone down from the escape passage to the second floor.

Zhou Xuan took Ah Xiang to follow, but ran into several people in the corridor. The first is the supermarket employee Tao Ye, followed by the building security guard Yang Bing, Mo Xing'er wrapped in a wool cloak, and the Japanese woman - what is her name? Zhou Xuan patted his head and thought for a few seconds before the words "Yoko Yuda" floated. The young mother, whose face was whiter than the dead, trembled and looked around, shouting a word into the atrium in Japanese. Listening to her scream a few times, Zhou Xuan had roughly guessed the name of the little boy.

Luo Haoran is looking for a dog, she is looking for her son, who else is looking for whom?

Tao Ye briefly said the situation. Except for the men who carried the bodies and searched for survivors, the rest of the women, the elderly, the sick and the disabled, were scattered to rest in the shops on the second floor. Another five seriously injured people could not take the stairs and were carried to rest at the Häagen-Dazs store on the ground floor using the door panels as stretchers. They were accompanied by Xu Pengfei, a white-collar worker with a slight arm injury, and Yu Pingxiang, a female cleaner with difficulty walking.

Tao Ye, the security guard Yang Bing, and Yoko Tamada, they went upstairs to find Zhengta—it was not ruled out that the boy ran up from other passages; Zhou Xuan and Luo Haoran went downstairs to look for it; Ah Xiang stayed on the second floor and handed it over to Mo Xing'er to take care of.

Zhou Xuan and Luo Haoran walked quickly to the ground floor and met three young boys and girls. He knew that the two girls were named Ding Zi and Haimei, as for the tall and handsome beautiful boy, he refused to say his full name, only threw out the word "Xiaoguang", God knows if it is a real name or a fake name, a big name or a small name, a QQ name or a Weibo name. Dozens of minutes ago, Zhou Xuan and others were carrying corpses in the supermarket on the second floor of the basement, and they happened to encounter these three people, but they were treated as zombies.

"Have you ever seen a little boy?"

"A few minutes ago, I just ran away." It was the prettiest of the two girls who spoke, "Also, there's a dog barking downstairs!" ”

Luo Haoran immediately ran to the Calford supermarket underground, and Zhou Xuan followed closely behind, but they didn't hear Ding Zi add again: "Actually, there is more than one dog in this building......

"And cats...... And rats...... And ......"

The two big men had rushed to the basement level, and in the pet store outside the supermarket, they did see a dog, also a Labrador, but it had already been crushed to death - Zhou Xuan had also seen it, and confirmed that it was not Churchill. Deal with human carcasses first, let's talk about animal carcasses next.

Another loud bark came from the core of the crypt. Almost, certainly, Churchill's voice!

They immediately rushed down the stairs to the fourth basement floor, the bottom of the Future Dream Building.

They also saw hell.

On the left side of the generator room, which was filled with the smell of diesel, there was a dense pile of corpses in an open field without any vehicles.

Hell for the dead.

Zhou Xuan is no stranger to this hell, and many of the dead people he had brought here by hand from the upper floors into the elevator in the last hour. Several other men were also involved in cleaning up the bodies, including the building's owner, Luo Haoran.

This idea was proposed by Professor Wu Hanlei - there are so many dead bodies lying on various floors, especially the atrium on the ground floor, which are very perishable, breeding flies, maggots and bacteria, and polluting the living environment of the survivors. He has studied how countries around the world respond to disasters such as major earthquakes, and if there is no way to cremate the body, it should be buried quickly and collectively. However, the Future Dream Building has become a huge tomb, and if it is further dug into the ground, it may lead to the collapse of the entire building. Burning corpses is even more dangerous, the smoke can be suffocating in an enclosed space, and the slightest mistake can cause a fire, which can escalate from hell to purgatory.

Luo Haoran suggested that the corpses should be concentrated on the fourth basement floor, which is relatively isolated from the upper floors, and the air is not very circulated, plus there is a diesel generator working, except for the necessary equipment maintenance, ordinary people will not approach. Concentrated in the deepest part of the building, it is almost close to deep burial, and it is worthy of the dead in terms of human morality, which is better than a violent corpse in public.

Zhou Xuan counted the corpses, a total of seventy-two deceased, slightly more women than men, the oldest was in his fifties, and the youngest looked like a working college student - basically in line with the crowd structure of the Future Dream Mansion at ten o'clock in the evening.

Facing the hell of the fourth underground layer again, Zhou Xuan trembled slightly, but Luo Haoran did not move at all.

Also facing hell are the seven-year-old Japanese boy and the Labrador Churchill.

As soon as Churchill saw his master, he immediately stopped howling, wagged his clamped tail, and rushed to his master. The owner hit it the head and warned it to stop running around.

The little boy in shorts stopped in place in a daze, looking at the hell of the dead.

Suddenly, the boy was blindfolded by a large hand.

Circumferential hands.

He held Zhengtai in his arms, did not let the child see the dead man, and followed Luo Haoran and Churchill out of the fourth basement floor.

Back in the garage on the third basement floor, Zhou Xuan was finally able to take a big breath. The smell of diesel fuel and the strange smell of corpses just now suddenly faded a lot. He let go of the hand that had blindfolded the boy. This seven-year-old Japanese boy's face was as pale as those dead people just now, without a trace of blood, and it made people gasp when they looked at it. In fact, as long as there is a little more blood, Zhengtai is a cute child with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes. The boy's expression was not too frightened, and a pair of eyes that resembled his mother radiated an adult-like gaze, pointing somewhere behind him.

Zhou turned his head around, and at the same time Churchill let out another series of roars, and they all saw -

A man with a thick tattered jacket and patched jeans (not a decorative patch, it looks like a real patch, with a greasy black dirt). Unkempt, with a thick beard, only the eyes are bright on the dark face, and at a rough glance, it looks a little like a sharp brother.

The man huddled in the gap between the two cars, nibbling on a large smoked ham, presumably from the deli counter at Calford's supermarket upstairs. He didn't expect to be discovered, and looked at the two men who suddenly appeared, a boy and a dog.

Zhou Xuan cautiously asked, "Who are you?" ”

The man who looked like a homeless man grabbed a smoked ham and flashed to the car, then disappeared in the blink of an eye.

At least, to the list of survivors, one more homeless man has been added.