Her name is Yoko Tamada.

April 1. Sunday. Night, 22:10.

She didn't know why she took a taxi to the Future Dream Mall to shop on such a Sunday night, just to buy a spring dress for her son? She also didn't understand why she lingered at the Calford supermarket on the ground floor of the Future Dream Building on such an irritable night, just because the frozen food of Japanese origin at home was almost finished? She didn't understand why it was raining like a hot summer in this cold spring season.

Across a row of food shelves, Tao Ye had a reason to look at her a few more times. Sure enough, she is a Peugeot beauty, never more than thirty years old, and her body is taller than the average Japanese woman. The most attractive feature is the eyes, and the double eyelids reveal a bit of charm. Like most Japanese people, she has a tall, straight nose, thin, long lips with a slight lipstick, natural white skin, long brown hair dyed slightly curly, a beige trench coat with a narrow waist and a crisp waist, and looks like a character in a Japanese drama when she doesn't speak.

She was looking around nervously and shouting out a word in Japanese.

Tao Ye guessed the approximate meaning. He saw a boy of six or seven years old—certainly Japanese, but April was dressed in shorts, with a childish face, a face that resembled that of his mother, and a complexion that was unusually white, almost glaring. The boy looked panicked and didn't want to go back to his mother, running between the shelves of imported food, but he didn't reach for it like the other kids.

"Shota! Come back! Yoko Tamada shouted again in near-standard Chinese. She had lost her son's direction and was running around with a shopping cart, frowning and staring at her.

Tao Ye quietly approached the boy and grabbed his arm: "Your mother is looking for you!" Judging from the reaction in his eyes, the boy understood this sentence in Chinese.

"Ma'am! Your kids are here. ”

Yoko Tamada was about to look in the other direction, when she threw down the shopping cart when she heard this, she ran over in shock, snatched her son back from Tao Ye's hand, hugged her chest and scolded her in Japanese. The boy screamed in horror and shouted in Japanese, "I'm going out!" ”

Yoko Tamada's hands trembled, and with some kind of foreboding, she picked up the seven-year-old Shota, and was about to turn back to look for the shopping cart, only to see a young Chinese man, wearing a supermarket blue overalls, sending the shopping cart back to her.

"Thank you very much!" She thanked Tao Ye in Chinese and bowed in Japanese style.

"Is the kid alright?" Cultivate to slow down the pace of speech as much as possible.

Yoko nodded and replied in Chinese: "Thanks to you for helping me get my son back!" Will you still be at work next Sunday? I'll definitely come back and say thank you. ”

Is it a fake politeness of the Japanese? Tao Ye didn't dare to look her eyes, and said embarrassedly: "No need, this is what I should do." ”

Yoko Tamada bowed again, she noticed that Tao Ye's eyes were not big and he had a gloomy temperament, much like the male protagonist in Japanese dramas in the nineties, but unfortunately he was doing a low-income and hard job. Suddenly, she heard a string of rude English from a tall and fat European, Mr. Steiger, Tao Ye's top boss, who scolded Tao Ye for being lazy at work and led him into the staff locker room in the corner of the supermarket. Yoko Tamada watched him leave in embarrassment, and felt a little pity.

Shota still cries non-stop, and Yoko can only put him in the shopping cart and walk quickly to the cash register. The supermarket was about to close, and there was a long queue in front of the cash register, and she patiently waited for an aunt in front of her to collect coins to pay, and finally it was her turn, and the ground began to shake.

April 1. Sunday. Night, 22:19.

The floor swayed from left to right and back from right to left. Her heart pounded. The winter that floated past Kobe in front of me, the entire falling ceiling, hoarse screams...... Unusually clear projection.

A momentary hallucination in the blink of an eye, but the shaking of the feet is so real!

The lights above flickered on and off, bursting with terrifying sparks. The whole person almost fell, as if he had been sent onto a small sampan and floated down the current to the depths of the rough sea.

Large earthquake!

After a few seconds of extreme panic, Yoko Tamada unexpectedly calmed down, bent down to hug her son, and hid under the cash register - in such a sudden situation, you should try to hide under furniture or solid objects, even if the house collapses, it can form a triangular space, leaving room for survival. Triangle of help!

Zhengtai screamed. Pre-induction? Yoko Tamada desperately protects her son with her body to prevent him from being hit by falling objects. Her worries were necessary. Just a stone's throw away, a headlight on the roof of the supermarket fell and smashed on the head of a scurrying cashier. Before she could close her eyes, the poor middle-aged woman's * had already splattered at Yoko Tamada's feet. There were still many people running in a panic, and she wanted to stand up and shout, reminding everyone to hide under the sturdy shelter nearby. But she didn't dare to leave her son behind, and could only imagine those unlucky people having their necks cut off by flying glass, or their thighs smashed by collapsed shelves.

The earth-shattering shaking lasted for a minute, and it seemed as if the entire city had been destroyed. There has never been such a deafening movement in Japan, and it has surpassed any earthquake that Yoko Tamada has experienced and heard of. She hides under the metal guardrail of the cash register and observes a world on the verge of collapse. There are constantly all sorts of things falling: chandeliers on the ceiling, pipes on the walls, coins in the cash register. Like a goddess scattering flowers, the ground is a mess, full of broken glass and blood, and there are motionless people whose life and death are unknown.

A long crack burst out of the floor beneath Yoko, and the walls cracked and peeled off after the collapsed shelves. Even more desperate, she clearly felt that she was descending rapidly, like being in a high-speed descending elevator, flying from the thirtieth floor to the first floor.

April 1. Sunday. Night, 22:20.

It can no longer be described as a sunken titanic, and the entire Calford supermarket on the second basement floor - no, the entire Future Dream Building, is like a large passenger plane that crashed rapidly. Suddenly, the flickering lights went out, and the world fell into darkness, and a scream of fear rang out from all around.

Is it really tonight?

Yoko Tamada hugged her trembling son and burst into tears - with her experience of being born and raised in Japan and experiencing countless earthquakes, including the Great Hanshin Earthquake and the Great East Japan Earthquake Tsunami, as well as receiving systematic and scientific earthquake education since childhood, this is definitely a very terrible, very deadly and very devastating earthquake with a magnitude of more than 10 on the Richter scale!

Perhaps, it is not only this edifice that will be destroyed, nor will it be just the city......