Will you remember me?

"If there was a tomorrow, how would you like to dress up your face? If there is no tomorrow, how can you say goodbye? ”

This is one of my favorite songs, Xue Yue's "If There Is Tomorrow", which he sang at the age of 36 and died at the age of 36, in the autumn of 1990.

This year, I am twenty-five years old. And if there was a tomorrow? It's a pity that my world is only yesterday.

My parents were farmers who farmed the land, and later went to the county to do some small business, and they have not been able to pay off their debts.

I graduated from the economics and management department of an ordinary university, came to this metropolis on the east coast, and wanted to become an enviable white-collar worker.

I gave up my dream of being a white-collar worker and applied to become a tally clerk at Calford Supermarket, where I worked for three years in this grave on the second basement floor.

My "home" is nothing more than a coffin made of three splints - I don't dare to expect the opposite sex to sleep next to me, although I often lie in bed with the girls I downloaded to the hard drive in my dreams.

I was silent, and I couldn't find anyone to be friends with in the huge, crowded city, among my fellow ant tribes......

Yesterday, Sunday, April 1, night, 22:19.

“Fuck You！”

This is the Nth time I've heard this phrase, from the mouth of the "skinning mouse" - the nickname I secretly gave Mr. Steig. If you've ever looked at a skinned mouse, think of the pink skin of the Germanic race.

Mr. Steiger's face and neck were flushed, his two blue-gray eyes were fixed on me, his fat palms propped up against the wall, and his two-hundred-pound body itself was a wall, trapping me in the corner of the locker. Once again, he loudly reprimanded me for being lazy and ordered me to continue working overtime until midnight. And in the last two years, as my immediate boss, he has made it a habit to scold me — I bet he would never dare to lift a finger at an employee and swear in his own country.

“No！” I said the word to him for the first time.

The skinned pink rat didn't expect me to resist, and slapped my ham-like palm and hit me hard in the face.

However, I didn't feel the pain, and the adrenaline was released, accompanied by a loud roar - like the company's year-end tail teeth singing "Love When You Die" at karaoke, almost tearing my throat and tearing my vocal cords, and every time I let all my colleagues escape from the private room.

For the first time, the skinning mouse felt scared of me, and his eyes leaked the fear of being strong and dry, and his huge fat body turned back and fled. I'm a disarmed bullet, and I can't go back anyway. Unable to control my hands, I grabbed a leather strap hanging from the outside of the locker and wrapped it around Mr. Steiger's neck from behind, tightening it with all my strength.

Although the skinning mouse is 1.85 meters, more than 200 catties, and I only have a pitiful 1.74 meters, 125 catties, my whole body has burst out with strength that I have never had in my life, and I have used the strength of my previous life and the next life together.

His hands gripped back, but I was completely behind him, his body as my shield. My hands tightened tighter and tighter, the belt digging deep into his neck. The roar shook his silent struggle, and I thought his eardrums were going to be shattered, and he must have remorseled for insulting me.

In the nineteenth second, he was like a wall in an earthquake, and finally collapsed with a blast with the last blow.

That's right, not only did Mr. Steiger fall, but the wall in the locker room did fall as well.

At the moment when I fell with him, the last moment before the lights went out, the moment when the sky fell apart, I looked at his wide, cloudy blue-gray eyes, dull pink skin, tongue with teeth sticking out and saliva, and the dark color of incontinence and urine in the crotch of his pants, and suddenly felt the same remorse......

I became a murderer.

Before I could think about whether I should abscond overnight or call 110 to turn myself in, I was buried in the rubble of the earthquake.

Thankfully, I escaped, leaving Mr. Steiger's body under the rubble in the locker room.

That's great! It's the end of the world! At the same time that I personally killed Mr. Steig, the foreign director, the skinning mouse! It's so fucking good! It's like a Chinese New Year movie! There is no police at the end of the world, there is no court at the end of the world, who cares if you kill people at the end of the world? The body of the skinned rat is still buried in the locker room and will not be seen again. Not to mention that there are dead people everywhere, and who cares about a dead person buried under the rubble? Even if he is a pink-skinned mouse-like foreigner, he must be taken seriously in normal times, but when the end of the world is over, even America is gone, who the fuck cares?

Also, it's the end of the world, and in the last shelter underground, no amount of money is equal to waste paper! And the poor bastard, who has nothing, can finally raise his eyebrows and puff up, and no longer have to grovel to anyone! Even the owner of this building is just a survivor like us, a poor worm waiting to die sooner or later! On the contrary, I, a supermarket tally clerk who knows the terrain well, a young man who has not yet been injured, is simply the mainstay of this group of old, weak, sick and disabled. I can participate in all kinds of affairs underground, patrol with the security guard Yang Bing, and reprimand those brain-dead who abuse the power supply. Sometimes Professor Wu would come and ask me about the supermarket – and some people would quietly flatter me and ask where the food was hidden.

In the 25 years since I was born, I have gained respect for the first time, felt my worth as a human being for the first time, and no longer lived so aggrieved and desperate – even if there is no tomorrow.

The only thing that saddens me is my parents, who are far away in the western counties, and I wonder if they have been able to escape the mountains and escape the floods that swept across Eurasia. However, even if he could not survive the disaster, he could be regarded as getting rid of the troubles of the world, and he no longer had to worry about paying off his debts and paying his mother's medical bills all day long.

Professor Wu arranged for me to patrol with Yang Bing, a security guard who was uneducated, and I was a regular college student after all, so I looked down on him in my heart. Although in the eyes of the people in the city, Yang Bing and I are both inferior people from the countryside.

The next day, dogs and cats gathered underground to sweep away all the food that had not been stored. Looking at the ham sausages, luncheon meat, pork ribs, and meat balls that have been spoiled by cats and dogs, I feel so distressed! It is like the hatred of the peasants for locusts and sparrows in the past when the harvest was bad and there was a famine.

Yang Bing and I caught a dog in a supermarket on the basement floor - with a German sausage that Yang Bing had hidden in his mouth, and angrily hanged it with a rope. Yang Bing said that this is a dead end for surveillance. As the dog struggled in the noose, I couldn't help but think of Mr. Steig. We hid in a small room, skinned the dogs, handled the internal organs, lit a fire with an alcohol stove, and burned a large pot of dog meat - Professor Wu and Mr. Luo strictly forbade the use of open flames, but they were not policemen, and the smoke would soon disperse anyway, and the dog's hair and bones could be easily hidden. I haven't eaten dog meat in 10 years. Now, in the cold underworld of the apocalypse, dog meat fills me with heat and power. I made an agreement with Yang Bing to keep it a secret, and if those women knew, they would definitely treat us as well-dressed beasts, not to mention that Mr. Luo also had a Labrador Retriever.

When we licked our lips and walked out of the supermarket, we were greeted by a black dog as large as a lion - not a "dog", but rather a beast. Its body size is larger than that of a Tibetan mastiff, its whole body is as black as charcoal, its weight is definitely greater than that of me and Yang Bing, its four feet are like tiger claws, its snow-white sharp teeth are bared, and it is dripping with fishy saliva.

I recognize it, originally in the pet store on the first floor of the supermarket, purebred Russian Caucasian dog, the owner just bought it and was ready to sell. I didn't think it was scary in the pet store, and some curious colleagues inquired and learned that the Caucasus is an excellent and good dog for the care of the home.

But if anyone says that now, it would be suicide for me to believe it!

From the eyes of this Caucasus, I saw the desire to kill. Yes, it has already found out, Yang Bing and I just killed a dog, and it can smell the smell of dog meat on our body!

The end of the world has killed so many people and animals, and such a catastrophe has caused it to change its habits—maybe it has eaten the flesh of the dead.

When the beast clamped its tail and was about to rush towards us, Yang Bing raised a sharp knife, and I picked up an iron rod on the ground and smashed it with a loud noise, telling it how powerful this iron guy is!

Sure enough, it didn't challenge the two armed men, but let out a few low roars before retreating into the darkness. Yang Bing and I were already in a cold sweat.

The next day, the rich second generation named Guo Xiaojun died.

The next day, four seriously injured people were killed by the shampoo girl Ah Xiang, and Ah Xiang was killed by the justified defense of Zhou Xuan, and Yang Bing died in a car accident on the third basement floor.

I couldn't sit still, but I didn't dare to tell everyone - I suspected that Yang Bing's death might have something to do with our killing of dogs. I was even more worried that the huge Caucasus would take advantage of the darkness to pounce on me from behind, bite off my neck, and pull out my internal organs...... I really want to get a shotgun and kill all the animals in the ground!

This is not the first time I have killed a dog.

My hometown is in a remote ravine, and killing dogs is commonplace. Even their own dogs are often killed by their owners and sacrificed, after all, it is rare for children there to eat pork, and eating dog meat is a big meal. It was not uncommon for people to steal the neighbor's dog, hang it, skin it and cook it in the woods - I'm sorry, I've done that, and I haven't eaten meat for almost a month.

When he was twelve, a huge dog haunted the bush-covered mountains outside the village, occasionally killing people who had gone up to collect medicine. The corpses were dragged down from the mountain, often mutilated and exposed, leaving all the villagers in fear. The village organized a militia team and distributed shotguns and a large number of ammunition, as well as animal traps used by hunters many years ago, and went into the mountains to hunt the vicious dog. They walked around the mountain for more than ten days, but they didn't even see the shadow of the big dog, but one person got lost and disappeared in the mountain, and later found that he was eaten by the evil dog and only the skeleton remained!

It became a nightmare for the whole village, with every house locking their doors day and night. No one dares to go out alone, and even if they work in the fields, they must bring self-defense tools. There is even a legend: it is the reincarnation of the bandit leader who was shot in 1949, and became a vicious dog to come down the mountain to take revenge on the villagers, because it was the previous generation of the villagers who drunk the defeated bandit leader, tied him up and sent it to the People's Liberation Army, just to receive a bounty of a few oceans.

That winter, my mother suddenly fell ill, and only one herb from the mountains could save her. But because of that vicious dog, no one in the village dared to go up to the mountain to collect medicine, and my father did not dare to take the risk. I secretly ran up the mountain, walked through the heavy snow all over the mountains, and picked the roots of herbs buried in the ground. When I was in a hurry to go down the mountain to save my mother, I happened to bump into the vicious dog.

On a snowy barren mountain, the big dog covered with black hair faced me like a god.

Many years later, when I read The Hound of the Baskervilles in the Sherlock Holmes anthology, I immediately recalled this experience from my childhood.

However, I recognized it - it was so similar, even though it was dozens of times bigger!

Two years ago, my family had a female dog, all black, which was the appearance of the vicious dog in front of me, but it was only up to a person's knees, and her personality was extremely tame, and she had never bitten anyone. As soon as the female dog gave birth to a litter of puppies, she was stolen by people from a neighboring village to kill and eat. The litter of puppies that were still nursing had no mother, and naturally most of them starved to death, except for one puppy that was nowhere to be found - it is said that someone had seen a black bear who had gone down the mountain to the village to steal corn and took my puppy away. Later, I thought it must be a female bear, who happened to be lactating, and the cub was taken away by the bear's bile, and the mother bear took the little black dog away as her own child, and fed it with bear milk, and the puppy grew into a bear's head!

The dog, the size of a black bear, easily threw twelve-year-old me to the ground and bit me on the shoulder. When its second bite was about to bite off my neck, I called out its nickname - "Ermao!" ”

Its teeth stopped in front of my throat, and it remembered the name! Remember me!

The winter snow swept over its eyes, with a blur and confusion. I escaped from under its sharp teeth, still clutching the herbs that had saved my mother's life.

To this day, I still have a visible scar on my shoulder, with the marks of a dog's tooth – many people say it looks like I was bitten by a tiger.

During the Spring Festival of this year, in order to let everyone celebrate the New Year with peace of mind, the village party secretary invited armed police from the county seat and killed the big dog with a * with night vision equipment.

When the body was carried down from the mountain, the whole village sang and danced and feasted for three days to celebrate. And I, who was still wrapped in bandages on my shoulders, shed tears.

A few years later, my parents left the small mountain village and went to the county town to set up a stall and do some small business. I also transferred to the county seat to study, although I have always had a rural hukou.

But I have never forgotten Ermao.

These days, I've been thinking - if Ermao had lived until now, in the apocalyptic underground, would it attack me? Perhaps, this question will stay with me until the last moment of the end of the world.

In the last few days of my life, I spent most of my time in a private bookstore on the fourth floor. I used to occupy half of the bookstore with Zhou Xuan (everybody called him a third-rate writer), but I don't think so. He was underestimated by this brain-dead era. I believe that in twenty years' time, his mystery novels will become true classics, not only occupying the first place on the bestseller list, but also entering the palace of pure literature, where critics will scramble to pat him on the back, and a large number of literary young women will take the initiative to dedicate themselves to this old man, and maybe the authorities will give him high honors and reward him with a villa.

Oh, I'm sorry, Circumference, I forgot that it was the end of the world, not twenty years from now—maybe not even twenty fucking days later. Thank God we could catch our breath for another twenty hours.

Under the light that I have worked so hard to get around, I often sit in front of the bookshelf of mystery novels and read the works of the Japanese mystery novel master Matsukawa Kotsuki. I remember that the books I read the most in college were Matsukawa Furutsuki's mystery novels, such as "The Murder of Takeda Shingen Screen" with a historical background, "The Murder at Tokyo Tower" which depicts the bad taste of the middle class, and "The Murder at 19:19" which is a classic of Benge's reasoning...... I took a new book off the shelf – saying that the book was new, only that it had just been translated into Chinese, because Matsukawa Furutsuki had been dead for more than a decade, dying in the famous Great Hanshin Earthquake. This is his last work, and his posthumous work, which was published only a year after his death, "Hell Becomes a Murder". I sat on the floor of the bookstore and read the book in one day.

Then, I had nightmares all night.

I have read all of Matsukawa's works translated into Chinese, and this one is indeed typical of Matsukawa's style. The protagonist is personable, the supporting characters are polite, the detective is extremely intelligent and extraordinary, the emotional clues are interesting, and the psychological description is delicate and moving. The only surprising thing is that the writing in the first half is still mature and sophisticated, just like Kawabata Yasu's idiom. The second half is very colloquial and life-like, and many of the sentences are completely unembellished, which is even more impressive to read - I prefer the second half of the new style to the previous first half, which is refreshing. Is the master interested in breaking through himself and challenging the entire Japanese mystery fiction industry?

The ending of "Hell Becomes Murder" is shocking, all the respectable and sympathetic characters are disguised, everyone has an ulterior secret, and while turning the book, it seems that there is a ghost standing behind him. It turns out that life is so dark, there is no light at all, and even the only girl who is pinned on by the reader and seems to be the most innocent has a demonic heart! I don't want to see such an ending, but the plot develops extremely naturally, and the characters in the book have to end up like this, and make such a despicable and horrible choice.

After reading the last word, I felt like I was close to suffocation, and I fell on the ground retching for a long time, almost throwing up bile. Fortunately, it was the end of the world, otherwise I would have been swallowed up by this dark atmosphere, and I would have found a painless way to commit suicide and get out of the sea of earthly misery as soon as possible—I had not had such thoughts before.

I think back to the characters in "Hell Becomes Murder", one of the young heroines, a beautiful thirteen-year-old girl who is forced to sell her body, resembles Yoko Tamada in both appearance and temperament - the character in the book killed her father.

Just as I was sitting on the floor of the bookstore and began to fantasize about her sexually, Yoko Tamada came unexpectedly. She dragged seven-year-old Shota and bowed politely to me. I hurriedly hid "Hell Turns Murder" under my ass. I don't know if she's seen it. I was afraid to let her know that I was reading the book and wonder if my heart was as dark as it was written.

Of all the survivors underground, Yoko Tamada was the closest to me. And judging from her dress and temperament, she is at least a middle-class Mrs. Kuo.

At work, I often meet beautiful women in the supermarket, and I wear dirty blue overalls, push a heavy trolley, and carry the goods on the shelves, and I dare not let them see my face. I was afraid of running into a contemptuous gaze, or simply being ignored. As long as you look down at your own lowly dress and the low-level hard work you do, and then look at the other party or the female white-collar worker of a foreign-funded company, or the daughter of a rich family, you will have no shame to look at her again.

Yoko Tamada didn't shy away from me, a poor bastard, and I'm grateful. She was also the first beauty I dared to face, and from the moment I first saw her, I couldn't stop fantasizing about her body - sorry, this is just the normal physical and psychological reaction of an ant otaku who has been in a long depression.

I stood up to talk to her, but Shota walked around behind me and picked up "Hell Turns Murderous" on the floor. Yoko Tamada's eyes were sharp, and she immediately shouted a loud scold in Japanese, and Shota could only return the book to me.

"Are you reading this book?"

"Have you seen it? I like Mr. Matsukawa's work very much. ”

"I-" her eyes flickered, "I saw it many years ago." ”

"It's really a desperate work, and I'm sure many people will have suicidal thoughts after reading this book."

"I'm sorry, I don't want to discuss this with you, especially in front of Shota." It was the first time she had spoken in a direct, blunt tone.

I took a half-step back in embarrassment.

Yoko Yuda was serious for less than half a minute, and then smiled slightly: "Mr. Tao, did I scare you?" ”

The way this woman laughed was so charming that it almost made me faint. My heart was beating faster, my cheeks were red, and I forced myself to reply reservedly, "It's okay, it's me who didn't think it through." ”

"Mr. Tao, I want to say thank you for your care since we were trapped underground."

Yoko Tamada bowed to me again. Of the few surviving women underground, she paid the most attention to her image, and even if she couldn't take a shower, she combed her hair neatly and her clothes clean. She never spoke of her husband. Undoubtedly, her husband had died at the end of the world, but she had no grief - not even Shota had mentioned it, and I knew several ways to pronounce her father in Japanese.

I had the urge to hold this woman in my arms.

However, it wasn't until she turned around and left with Shota that my footsteps moved two centimeters forward.

On the fourth night, instead of participating in the patrol with a stick, I huddled in the shop on the third floor and couldn't sleep all night. Who will die next? Those two high school girls? Female cleaners vs. male white-collar workers? Or - myself? Sooner or later, he will die of starvation or thirst, or suffocate because of the depletion of oxygen underground.

I'm still terrified, worried about the Caucasian dogs, and about the wolves in human skin—I don't know which one is. Maybe each one is? That's what scares people even more.

Of course, the sleepless is also for Yoko Tamada and Shota next door.

I don't know what she's doing now. Putting a child to sleep? Or are you as lonely as I am? Life is coming to an end, but I have never tasted a woman. No one looked down on me, and I didn't dare to talk to them. Now, it's a shame to die like this, silently, under the apocalypse!

Suddenly, there was a strange sound outside, and I walked out and saw a trembling figure sitting in the hallway.

She's crying.

Seeing her crying with pear blossoms and rain, I couldn't help but reach out my hand. She didn't dodge, my fingertips touched her nose, and the tears on her face, the tears of a warm woman. Many plant roots have grown in my heart, tickling. My fingers continued to slide across her face, touching her lips, but she opened her mouth to bite mine. She bit just right, keeping my fingers from escaping and not hurting me too much. My middle and ring fingers were deep in her mouth, surrounded by warm liquid. The tip of the woman's slippery and trembling tongue wrapped around my two fingers, and the wonderful sensation transmitted from the fingertips to the heart, and to every capillary in the body, even if I was a statue, would be melted into a puddle of water.

Eventually, she let go, and I pulled my fingers out of her mouth and picked her up.

Yoko Tamada began to struggle, but it was too late—like when I said "No" to Mr. Steiger, the program was already in motion and could not be canceled or changed.

In the dark corridor on the third floor, I firmly gagged her, and the more intense her struggle and resistance, the stronger my desire to conquer her. I carried her into the dressing room of a men's clothing store, and with no room to turn around, I pressed her against the wall. Her tears continued to flow, but it was impossible for me to stop. A blazing flame burned all over my body and rolled up to her lips as well. It was an amazing taste, and it was the first time I had kissed a woman on the lips. I didn't care about her resistance, even though I could be bitten by her at any moment.

Damn it! While hugging Yoko Tamada tightly, Yui Hatano came to mind! What a brute I'm a brute! But I still tore her clothes, and I expected to hear some Japanese words, those familiar and exciting voices.

Finally, a "Ya Dai Dai" sounded in my ears!

That's great! I felt so satisfied and thrilled by this phrase in Japanese that I felt like I had taken a flight, rushing out of the ground at a depth of one or two hundred meters, flying above the end of the world, overlooking the whole flooded world. There was not a single ray of sunlight to be seen, and it was as cold as Siberia. Thick mushroom clouds covered the earth's surface, and dust and stones poured down like a torrential rain, leaving behind ruins and human stumps.

I don't know how long it took, I opened my eyes in a trance and saw the tears in Yoko Tamada's eyes.

No, it wasn't me just now! That's a brute! Not me!

However, she was still in my arms, clinging to my body, sweat mingling together, running from my shoulders to my feet.

I wanted to run away, but I didn't dare to let go of her, so I could only say timidly: "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! I ......"

It's stupid to explain, I want to slap myself in the face! Just as I was filled with remorse, Yoko Tamada hugged me hard and kissed me on my forehead, cheeks, chin, neck, and chest.

So, I kissed her frantically, and the last trace of guilt disappeared.

The passion subsided, she tidied up her clothes, combed her hair, restored the dignified posture of a young mother, and went back to sleep with Zhengtai next door. I curled up in the small locker room, my snort filled with the residual smell of her body, and I couldn't calm down for a long time.

A few hours later, I saw Yoko Tamada on the third floor, sitting with her son at Starbucks for breakfast. I sat next to them. Yoko bowed politely when she saw me, but she didn't dare to look me in the eyes, and every time I stared at her, she always bowed her head and talked to Shota to avoid it.

Seven-year-old Shota stared at me with a strange look. The boy with a vampire-complexion, his dark eyes clearly speaking, "It's you!" Don't run! ”

In the afternoon, when Zhou Xuan and I were sitting in the bookstore, discussing how long the survival resources could last, Yoko Tamada suddenly ran in and said with a pale face, "Zhengtai is gone!" ”

Sure enough, the child once again slipped away while his mother was not paying attention. Although this kind of thing has happened several times, I still divided labor with Zhou Xuan very seriously, I was responsible for going downstairs to find it, Zhou Xuan was responsible for going upstairs, Yoko Yutian stayed on the third and fourth floors to look for it, and Mo Xing'er also followed Zhou Xuan upstairs.

I brought a flashlight and an iron rod and a knife – to guard against vicious dogs, of course. Passing through the corridor on the second floor, I saw the remains of several cats and dogs, almost all that remained of bones and fur, presumably as a result of cannibalism. I cautiously came to the ground floor and saw Ding Zi talking with the female cleaner from a distance, and they all seemed to be a little emotional. After searching around the ground floor and seeing no sign of Shota, I went down to Calford Supermarket again.

In the shelves on the basement level, all I saw was a mess. All the food was gone, and even the moldy ones were almost eaten by the animals, and there were swarms of rats scurrying through the ground—these guys would surely have outlived the humans for a few days. I slowly walked to the toy counter, which was probably where Shota liked.

Suddenly, I also realized that this was the location where Yang Bing and I hanged the dog.

There seemed to be a wail in my ears when the dog was hanged, not a fierce bark, but a whimper from the depths of the throat.

My heart beat faster, and when I turned to flee from here, a gust of wind hit me from the side.

I couldn't see it at all. In less than half a second, I felt two huge palms crush me to the ground with irresistible force.

No! And not just two palms, but four - Caucasian dogs attacked me!

Before it almost snapped my jaw, I suddenly flashed through my mind the warmth of last night—hugging Yoko's body tightly as if it were the only warmth of the end of the world, exchanging breaths between their mouths and noses...... Well, after going through all this and then dying, I'm worth it.

However, the big dog stopped, and I stood up almost unscathed, only to see a man standing in front of me, shouting, "Brute! Get lost! ”

To my great surprise, Caucasus looked so afraid of him that he took a few steps back, and his eyes were like that of a tame pet dog, and he fled with his tail wagged.

He saved my life, and I didn't even know him!

The mysterious man disappeared between the shelves, and I was just about to chase after him when I bumped into a boy.

Shota! I hugged him tightly. The boy's expression was calm, and he didn't seem surprised. I grabbed him and ran upstairs.

Running all the way in a panic, I asked Shota at the same time, "Why are you there?" ”

"I'm playing with my friends."

"Your friend? The one who drove the vicious dog away and saved my life? ”

"Yes."

"Who is he?"

“X。”

“X？”

"Yes." Zhengtai smiled slightly, and the pale face scared me, "You won't notice him." ”

When I sent the boy back, Yoko Tamada grabbed my hand and thanked me repeatedly. I took the opportunity to stroke her smooth and moist wrist. She remained silent. I had to grapple with her hand until she pulled it back.

That night, when I was about to fall asleep, my body was warm, and a pair of wet lips pressed against my cheeks, kissing from the base of my ears to my chin, until I was pricked by my stubble. I closed my eyes and enjoyed this tenderness, and my arms wrapped around her back, as if to embed her in my body and merge into one person.

Turning over and crushing her underneath, he heard the "Ya Dai Dai" again......

When she left, I realized that my back was bleeding, and she had scratched it, but I didn't feel any pain. I found a mirror to stop the bleeding from the wound. A woman's scream came from outside: "Is anyone there?" ”

When I hurriedly got dressed, I rushed to the corridor on the third floor and found many people surrounding Mo Xing'er, including Yoko Yutian, whose hair was a little messy.

It turned out that Mo Xing'er was ** upstairs just now, and the demon was actually the white-collar worker named Xu Pengfei!

Yoko wrapped Mo Xing'er in a blanket and helped her to her room - while Mo Xing'er was being * upstairs, she was frantically entangled with me, would she feel guilty?

I picked up the iron rod and knife, followed Zhou Xuan and Xiaoguang, and went upstairs to search for Xu Pengfei. In the second half of the night, we searched from the fifth to the ninth floors, our necks flushed, and we kept banging on the railings with iron rods, making frightening noises and sparks splashing everywhere. He issued an order to all the survivors - kill Xu Pengfeige!

It seems that Mo Xing'er was very stimulated by the incident. If the rapist fell into his hands, he might be castrated and tortured to death.

In the early morning, I didn't see Xu Pengfei, but in the small room in the hotel lobby, I found Ding Zi and Haimei, as well as the female cleaner who had just been stabbed to death by a sharp blade. Zhou Xuan and I carried the deceased to the fourth basement floor and buried her in the pile of corpses, faintly hearing something coming from upstairs.

Rushing to the basement floor, behind a row of shelves in the supermarket, I saw Xu Pengfei's body - the electric drill still stayed in his face, probably directly poking his brain. The whole ground was covered with blood, attracting several cats and dogs, greedily licking the blood from the dead body, and one cat also took Xu Pengfei's intact eyeball.

I just wanted to use an iron rod to drive them away, but I was stopped by Zhou Xuan, who said indifferently: "Leave Xu Pengfei to them." Eat a little more now, at least not come and steal our food today. ”

"Haven't you always advocated respect for corpses?"

"Yes, I respect human corpses." Zhou Xuan's voice became more and more cold, and it seemed that he was very sorry that he couldn't kill Xu Pengfei with his own hands, "But, is this guy still human?" He is not fundamentally different from those animals, and he does not deserve to be buried in a cemetery with four floors underground! ”

Half a day later, I went to the supermarket with Mr. Luo and Wu Hanlei. Xu Pengfei had disappeared, leaving only a pile of torn clothes. I found a few broken bones in the corner of the supermarket, with flesh remaining, and a swarm of small flies biting on them. Several dogs are fighting over a large piece of bone, biting each other with hair and blood everywhere. There was a large dog crouching next to it, gnawing on a long bone.

Xu Pengfei disappeared into the stomachs of the animals like this, and there was not even a bit of bone residue left.

If I die before these animals, I'm afraid I'll be just as dead. If I had a gun, I would kill all the animals first. Even if I let the worms eat me, I can't let the dogs, cats, and mice eat me!

That afternoon, the last drop of diesel ran out and the building was plunged into endless darkness.

Mr. Luo and Wu Hanlei both disappeared, and I called out to them, but no one paid attention to me. I used my flashlight to light the way ahead and ran in fear in the darkness, thankfully knowing Calford Supermarket inside out, otherwise I would have been trapped between the labyrinth of shelves.

Behind the pitch black, I always felt like there was a pair of eyes staring at me faintly—not human eyes. Sure enough, I heard an angry dog barking, almost like a black bear.

It's the Caucasian dog that almost ate me! Presumably, it doesn't bother to eat the flesh of a dead person, and is still thinking about how to eat a living person, like me alone in the dark.

In addition to the stench of rotting corpses everywhere, I smelled the fishy smell again, almost directly on my face. I screamed in fear and swung my iron rod around, for if anyone came near me, I would be unlucky enough to be killed!

I rushed up the stairs and raced back to the third floor. There was a little flashlight in the dim corridor, and when I got closer, I saw that it was Yoko and Shota! They are really waiting for me! I couldn't take care of anything and held her tightly in my arms, and she kissed me frantically on the lips - I almost thought I wouldn't be back!

The third floor also smells of rotting corpses, and the oxygen is thin. We immediately moved to the eighth floor, where the air was relatively clean. The last surviving dogs and cats followed me all the way, and I stared at them viciously, using iron rods to drive away these hateful animals - maybe I would die in their claws.

On the sixth night, in the boundless darkness, I wish I had died in the hottest hour, in the body of the woman I loved, and silently turned into a puddle of water.

The end of the world is a time when no one can escape – no electricity, no light, no water and food, and even oxygen.

How I wish I could fall asleep and never have to be scared again. From time to time, however, the roar of a big dog could be heard downstairs—a Caucasian dog, a beast that could bite my throat at any moment.

The evil thoughts are getting stronger and stronger, not only for themselves, but also for Yoko and Shota, and those vicious dogs also threaten their mother and son! No, those scourges must be eradicated completely. No matter how you die, you can't be eaten by dogs!

I thought of the gun.

It was three days ago, when I was patrolling alone on the third basement floor, I passed by the crashed Lexus GX460. Yang Bing died in this car, but I was not too afraid of the dead, anyway, the body was also dragged away, out of curiosity about the high-end SUV, I opened the trunk of this car and found a pistol in an extremely hidden mezzanine.

Although he is a heavy iron guy, he thought it was * at first, but when he looked closely, he was surprised - this is a real gun! There are twenty rounds of live ammunition in the magazine! I'm a military enthusiast and subscribe to a professional e-magazine for firearms, and I can always tell the difference between real and fake. I'm sure it's a handful*, it's pretty well maintained, and it was oiled not too long ago.

Holding this real gun, I was very scared, what is the origin of the owner of this car? Why do you want to hide a handful*?

However, I didn't want to put the gun back.

I quietly took the gun away and put it in a black travel bag and hid it in the dry toilet tank of the men's toilet on the eighth floor, so that no one would find out.

In the apocalyptic underworld, when there is no law and justice, there is such a gun, which is the final master—from this point of view, I am also the god of death.

At the moment, I don't want to use this gun to kill people, but I can kill dogs.

I dug out my travel bag from the toilet tank in the men's restroom, and the pistol was still lying in it. I checked the chamber and magazine to make sure there were no accidents.

Early in the morning, I wore a mask to the atrium of the ground floor.

In the Häagen-Dazs shop, the badly injured old man with a slump nose is gone, and only the animals that snatch the scraps of human flesh - these brutes have literally eaten the living!

Cats and dogs are also killing each other, I'm afraid this is the last few left. I found an emergency light and illuminated the neighborhood. They were not afraid, and still gathered in the light. I hid behind a post, gun in one hand, iron rod in the other, and a leash around my neck to hang the dog, looking like an ancient executioner.

I aimed at a large dog and pulled the trigger. Three points and one line, very accurate, the bullet blew the dog's head.

, the gunshots almost deafened my ears!

As the dog's blood splattered to the ground, the rest of the dogs and cats fled. I chased after them, firing six bullets in quick succession, shells flying everywhere, and at least one cat and one dog were hit by me.

In order to save the limited ammunition, I did not go up to replenish the gun and hid in the shadows nearby. Sure enough, the hungry cats and dogs came to the Häagen-Dazs store again to snatch the corpses of their own kind – and I could only smile wryly at these stupid animals. Isn't it the same with humans? They have been killing each other for thousands of years, and even if they see their own kind die, they keep repeating the same mistakes because of their desire for profit.

I raised my gun steadily and fired three more bullets, this time killing two dogs.

The last two remaining cats and a dog returned within two minutes. Since I'm here to die, don't blame me for being unkind. I shot a cat and chased a dog. Finally the cat hid in a cupboard, and I smashed it with an iron rod until it was bloody......

Wait, there's still a dog that's not dead. It dragged its beaten hind legs and fled to the second floor with great difficulty, letting out a miserable whimper along the way, it seems that it is even more afraid of death than we are! I chased up the stairs and followed it with a shot to end its pain.

Cruel!

I applaud myself! Damn, it's a shame I'm not a killer. Hahaha, that's so cool! If I had gotten this gun earlier, I would have shot that skinning mouse in the head! And those fools who usually look down on me, who call me a foreigner and tell me to go back, why don't you die? By the way, hahaha, you are already dead, all of you are dead in the end of the world, either burned to death, drowned, or buried alive. Well dead! I'm so happy! If you don't die, I'll shoot you in the head!"

Just as I was kissing the still hot pistol, a horrible fishy smell hit me and penetrated my mask.

I still felt a little scared.

Before the giant palm slapped me in the back, I turned around and fired two shots. As the gunfire echoed in the ground, I was hit hard and flew out.

Luckily, the gun is still in hand!

The ferocious Caucasus was lunging at me, even though it was bleeding profusely from its chest—at least one bullet had hit it.

Just before it could pounce on me in the face, I shot it in the head. The huge recoil caused the pistol to bounce and almost hit my nose. A big hole opened in the Caucasus's head, and blood gushed out. But its vitality is really tenacious, and its limbs are still twitching and trying to stand up.

My forehead was also broken by a dog's claw, and I was bleeding a little, but it was fine. I walked up to the huge animal, looked at its two cloudy eyes, and suddenly remembered the barren mountain covered with snow when I was twelve years old...... I couldn't help but shed tears, took off my mask despite all kinds of stench, and whispered to it: "Ermao! ”

Two lines of tears welled up in the eyes of a dog the size of a light bulb.

Then, it died.

The Labrador, named Churchill, became the last dog in the world.

I wiped the blood off my body, put on my mask again, hid my pistol on my body, and slowly shuffled like I had a serious illness, and went back to the eighth floor to protect Yoko and Shota.

When I went upstairs, I met Ding Zi running down, she anxiously asked me if I had seen Xiaoguang, I shook my head and said no.

On the seventh day of the end of the world, I left all the food for Yoko and Shota. I went downstairs when I was so hungry that I skinned the dead dogs and boiled them into soup to feast on them, and only I, a man destined to go to hell and fall into the way of animals, had the guts.

At night, when the dome of the ninth floor made an earth-shattering sound, I realized that it might be saved!

Yoko and Shota and I rushed into the cinema, and the flashlight vaguely shone out a few figures in front of us and squeezed into the theater passage. They don't look like they're running for their lives, they're chasing each other. In the process of escaping, I lost my pistol somewhere.

The ceiling collapsed.

In order to find a way for Yoko and Shota, I rushed ahead of them, but I was buried. I don't know what happened to them, the rubble weighed me down and I couldn't move at all, except for a few crevices where I could breathe in the dusty air.

I was lucky that rescuers arrived and I was still alive.

However, what sadds me the most is - actually! Actually! There is no end of the world!

What a joke on me! Professor Wu Hanlei, are you dead or alive now? Don't you keep saying that the earth is destroyed? Aren't we the last survivors of all humanity? When I was rescued back to the ground, I saw that the stars were still twinkling in the sky, the surrounding buildings were still lit up with billboards, countless people in rescue uniforms walking around, and countless flashing lights and cameras pointed at my face.

It turned out that only the Future Dream Building sank into the ground! Only those of us are the unluckiest! Other than that, don't say that the earthlings are safe and sound, even across the road are not affected!

I saw Yoko and Shota. But we don't have a chance to speak, we can only make eye contact from a distance.

In the high-security hospital, I received good treatment, but there were no serious injuries, and I could be discharged at any time.

The next day, the famous police officer named Ye Xiao came to ask me.

Of course, who would dare to tell what is happening underground? Even if I said it, no one would believe it. What's more, when disaster struck, I killed Mr. Scottey in the locker room! Ye Xiao even asked him specifically - the police had found the body of the foreign devil. Will there be an autopsy? I wish he was a little more rotten.

What did the others answer? In short, it is impossible to tell the truth. I made up a set of main theme lies in front of Ye Xiao, and portrayed every survivor as a good person, especially Zhou Xuan and Luo Haoran, who can be broadcast on the news. If the media believed what I said, I would have become a hero for the underground – and maybe change my fate completely, and I wouldn't have to live in a boarding house and be a miserable ant-tribe.

My parents arrived by train for a day and a night, and they were happy to see that I was okay, and when they heard that there would be a government pension, they were thinking about how to pay off their hometown's debts. I hope they don't know what life I used to be like here.

Whether or not the police find out that I killed Mr. Steig, or whether they find the gun I lost - the brutal events that took place underground will never be known! Not only because there is no proof of death, but also because no one dares to tell the secret. All of this will rot in the stomachs of a few of us and eventually lead to the grave.

I'm alive, actually, dead.