Doomsday?

I was the last of all the survivors to believe that there was an end of the world.

April 1. Sunday. Night, 22:19.

China, City, Future Dream Building.

This is not the time and place that God has chosen for humanity, but the apocalyptic Jedi that I have chosen for myself.

Why this time? That's why I listened to Leslie Cheung's "A Chinese Ghost Story" and walked into the Future Dream Hotel – to commit suicide in the same way on this April Fool's night...... Perhaps, people will remember me.

Now that I think about it, what a stupid idea! As a novelist, Ben longs for his works to be read by people all over the world, and his name will be remembered in the history of literature for future generations. However, I am a highly unsuccessful third-rate novelist, I have been writing mystery novels for ten years, and I have published nine books in total, with a total of less than 50,000 copies printed, nearly half of which are still lying in the publishing house's warehouses or have been sent to waste paper recycling bins to be pulped.

When I'm really short of money, I ghostwrite for a famous best-selling author, and many of the books that sell millions of copies under his signature are my own handwriting – but what does that have to do with me?

Nobody remembers me! Even readers who have bought my books will quickly forget the author's name. I suspect that in ten years' time, all the information about me will be flooded in the flood of the web, and I will disappear from the world like a bubble.

Since life cannot be known to everyone, it is better to die to fulfill your wishes! If I leave behind the sigh of the genius writer Huai Cai's untimely death, maybe it will attract media attention, and the public, including the literary circle, will come to read my writings and unexpectedly discover the shining point that I have always prided myself on. It's like Kafka's obscurity when he was alive, and after his death, he commissioned his friend to burn all his posthumous manuscripts, but he didn't want to be betrayed by his friend and published it, which caused a huge sensation.

That's why I've named the novel I've recently sent to the publisher "Kafka's April Fool's Day".

I hope that my suicide will make this posthumous book the bestseller of the year and that my name will be imprinted in the halls of literature.

I chose to die in the Future Dream Mansion because this is the place where I lived when I was a teenager - dust to dust, dust to dust, death here, and the fall of the leaves to the roots.

I often think back to the age of eighteen, that year, Teresa Teng died, Zhang Yusheng was still alive, Ma Jingtao began to roar on TV, and many people remember "Tokyo Love Story......

That year, I was still in my third year of high school, and my school was the nearby Siyi Middle School - the underground of the end of the world, when I learned that the senior girls Ding Zi and Haimei were actually my alumni, I couldn't help but feel a little cordial, but their eyes were quite snobbish, which made me feel the way of today's world!

That year, my best classmate was Ye Xiao. He and I were equally avid in mystery novels, and apart from borrowing Sherlock Holmes from the school library, we mostly read pirated books from small bookstores down the street. He was tall and heroic, had good grades in physical education, and was intimidating in the occasional fight. Whenever I was bullied by the little hooligans, it was always him who saved me. My dream is to become a mystery writer, and his dream is to board a nuclear submarine and travel across the five oceans.

That year, how could the girl we chased together forget? I did well in my studies, I looked a lot like the Thunderbolts of the Little Tigers, and many girls had a crush on me, but none of them could tempt me until she showed up. She was a common educated youth child at that time, like Ye Xiao, although she was a local, she grew up in a distant place. When she transferred to our class, shyly bowed her head into the classroom, sat in front of my desk, I looked at the long braid at the back of her head, and couldn't help but tie it in the back of the chair, and when the bell rang for the end of class and everyone was about to rush out, she screamed and brought the whole chair up.

That year, my family lived in this old house, a three-story brick and wood building, narrow but with fireworks in the world, and I could call out the name or nickname of almost every neighbor. I have a small attic in my house, and when I open the window, I can see the roof, and the dense corrugated trees are covered with grass. There weren't so many tall buildings at that time, and the sky could be seen from the rooftops, and the neighbors' pigeons flew by with whistles from time to time.

Many years later, the price of land in this part of the city center became astronomical, the old house was forcibly demolished, and residents were forced to petition several times to no avail, and they were driven to dilapidated apartments in the far suburbs. In just a few years, the parents who left the ancestral old house passed away one after another. After years of wandering, I had no success in writing, and my life was precarious, but I was in debt and forced to sell my only property. I rented a small, dilapidated house where there had been a brutal murder, but I was only enough to pay the rent.

On April Fool's Day, I only had 219.81 yuan left in my bank account and 5,286.19 yuan on my credit card - my last overdraft was to buy myself a new set of clothes, so that I could be more decent when I jumped off a building and committed suicide. I booked a room on the top floor of the Future Dream Hotel by phone and went to the front desk to pre-authorize it with a credit card.

When I committed suicide by jumping off a building, I still owed a night's room rate in a five-star hotel, which would also be a sensational element of media attention.

However, as I was about to jump out of the window on the nineteenth floor of the Future Dream Hotel, a dazzling light lit up on the distant horizon.

The violent shaking and descent that followed reminded me of the legendary earthquake light.

Unlucky, God won't let me die! When I saw the scene of the sky falling apart, I couldn't help but regret choosing the wrong time.

If all the people in the world died, who would care about me, an obscure third-rate novelist bent on death? All calculations will be frustrated, all plans will be in vain, and even the new book that has been in the making for a long time will be stillborn like the future of mankind.

So, for the first time in my life, I wanted to live so strongly!

If all the people in the world were dead, and only I was alive, and if I was lucky enough to lead a group of people to survive, then my name would be remembered as well, even if it was only the last survivor of humanity.

Professor Wu Hanlei, who is admired by thousands of people, told everyone that the end of the world has come.

Some believe and some suspect that as the professor explained more and more deeply, and proved it with various scientific methods, it gradually dispelled everyone's expectations of being rescued.

And I was the last one to believe in the end of the world.

Before that, I was a staunch skeptic, and influential public figures like Professor Wu were often the most deceptive and inflammatory.

Actually, the end of the world is not so much a belief as an expectation - if there is no end of the world, if there is still a chance to return to the surface and start living the old life again, then I will still choose to commit suicide.

It was the possible end of the world that saved me, gave me the desire to continue living, the possibility of challenging the limits of life, and even gave me a great chance.

Yes, looking at these survivors in front of you, different genders, ages, occupations, origins, personalities, and even nationalities, everyone must have their own secrets, and they also have seven emotions and six desires, joys, sorrows, and sorrows, if you can still live here, it is like going back to the East African plateau 100,000 years ago, the ancestors of human beings, Y chromosome Adam and mitochondrial Eve, bare-handed, starving and cold, facing man-eating beasts, merciless diseases, and cruel nature all day long, and the slightest carelessness may become extinct. We don't have the agility of a leopard, the claws of a tiger, the thick armor of a rhinoceros, the longevity of a turtle, and even herbivores have horns to defend themselves! The genes of human beings have been passed down to this day because our ancestors came together to overcome difficulties with collective strength – many men's hands together to destroy ferocious prey, and countless women's hands to collect berries from the wild at the same time, taking care of each other and supporting each other.

At the end of the world, although there are only about 20 of us, many of whom are old, weak, sick and disabled, but at least there is civilization and technology......

While the other survivors were weeping and weeping, or busy looking for food, gathering all kinds of survival supplies, or walking like the dead walking, I was thrilled and excited, and I had a picture of humanity's greatest picture in my mind—not a utopia or the Cité Soleil, but Plato's ideal state.

Because we are weak and lack food, water, fuel and even air, we must unite and not work in silos. I'm going to establish perfect order underground, each like a part, keeping this machine running. It is necessary to put an end to all evil and suppress the desire other than survival to a minimum, so as to save more resources. There is no oppression, no bureaucracy, no autocracy, no violence in this society - I don't care if you are a boss or a professor, a daughter or a rich second generation, a migrant worker or a shampoo girl, there is no difference in front of my eyes.

Didn't Jane Eyre say it? Just as our souls have all passed through the grave, we are equal when we stand before God!

In the apocalyptic underground, each of us, dead and alive, is already in the grave, perhaps one step away from God.

In the next few hours, I worked with Professor Wu and Luo Haoran to formulate the rules for living underground.

Although Luo Haoran is the owner of the building and is most familiar with the environment, he rarely gives advice. I had a disagreement with my professor and often had a long discussion about a detail. Professor Wu has studied the end of the world for many years and has accumulated a large number of apocalyptic survival theories, and I want to regulate everyone's behavior from the perspective of human society and psychology.

Yes, the living conditions in the underground are extremely harsh, and anarchism must be prevented and extinguished as soon as it appears.

There are only about twenty human beings left, there is no government, no army, no police, no courts, no state apparatus, and no way to maintain order by violent means, everyone can unconsciously fall into anarchism. There's no police to take care of anyway. Kill if you want! You can rape when you see a beautiful woman! If you don't like anyone, you can beat him, as long as you still have the strength! Even one more cookie is power!

It's fucking horrible!

Such a world is not a paradise, but a jungle where the fittest live - essentially indistinguishable from animals, such as cats and dogs that wander underground and sooner or later kill each other.

Two days into the beginning of the apocalypse, everyone strictly adheres to the thirty-nine guidelines for underground survival, what can't be done, what can be done, and what must be done! It's also about living a little longer. Only the rich second generation named Guo Xiaojun seems to disdain to live and die with us - maybe he will be the first to die.

I slowly got to know the situation of each survivor, and from their eyes, behavior, and language, I could basically find out their personality and temperament, as well as their background and origin.

Among all the men, I am naturally most interested in Luo Haoran. I often talk to him alone, and he is very cold and never says a word.

Among the female survivors, I was impressed by the young Japanese mother, and the shampoo girl I rescued, Ah Xiang, was also special - she always followed me quietly, especially the way she looked at me, which made me a little uneasy - but it was Mo Xing'er who fascinated me the most.

When I was trapped in a toy store and she suddenly appeared in front of me, I instantly had a certain feeling of time travel, a face that had been frozen in my memory for many years, never forgotten or blurred.

I deliberately took the initiative to talk to Mo Xing'er, and she had a good attitude towards me, but she was cold to other men. We went to various restaurants together to search for food in the fridge, and I made an exception to allow her to drink a can of juice.

In the bookstore on the fourth floor, I found my book in front of her, "Ruolan Inn", in front of her, and you will soon understand the meaning of this title. This made Mo Xing'er more interested in me.

In addition to my daily routine patrols and meetings with Professor Wu and Law Haoran, I spent most of my time with her. One night, we were looking up at the "starry sky" in the atrium on the ground floor, but we were bumped into by the professor. Then, I went to the professor alone to chat.

"I want to know what you think."

"Obviously, you're going to fall in love with Mo Xing'er, and she's going to fall in love with you."

"Yes, I'm scared."

That's what I really think, even though every moment longs to be with her, not only because of her face, but also because of many other chemical reactions. But I'm afraid I'll fall in love with her completely, and lose my cool and sanity underground—I must keep my head clear, and if even I get dizzy, no one will survive the end of the world.

"Afraid of what? That's a good thing! The professor smiled coldly, completely different from his image in front of the public, "I have never been married, I have never really loved a woman, and I have no offspring after living to the age of fifty, don't you think my life is regrettable?" ”

"It's the end of the world, what's the value of these?"

"Zhou Xuan, have you ever thought about assuming that we can all survive underground, not in a year or two, but in ten or twenty years, or even forever."

"Forever?" Every time I hear this word at the end of the world, it makes my hair stand on end, "You mean - each of us has the potential to die underground?" ”

"Of course, this is the best ending for us, but even so, when we die, won't humanity really go extinct?"

"Professor, you mean?" My eyes widened in disbelief that this was possible.

"Yes! Fifty years from now, we are all dead, old and sick and killed, killed or self-killed...... Who will be the last person to survive? Without waiting for me to answer, he said to himself, "Shota! This poor child will be the last human, living alone in the dark underground, accompanied by a group of self-reproducing cats and dogs, in addition to graves and zombies. He will become a lonely old man, who will never be loved in this life, and will not have the opportunity to taste the opposite sex. Think about how pitiful he is, how much worse he is than dead! Therefore, if we can still live, we must find a way to have children and take on the responsibility of reproducing human beings! ”

"You're going to turn hell into the Garden of Eden?"

"Yes, this is the real Noah's Ark, we will be the second batch of Adam and Eve, although there are only about twenty people, but the first batch of Homo sapiens is probably only this number."

What a crazy plan! As soon as I was dreaming about it, I was worried: "Even young men and women can have offspring and raise adults." However, after two or three generations, the population will be too small and fall into the danger of inbreeding. ”

"No, you have to believe in the existence of Y chromosome Adam and mitochondrial Eve, whether it is human or other species, the original population is very small individuals, and eventually multiplies into a large family."

"What are you going to do?"

"Underground, choose the right opposite sex, become partners, and make the next generation of human beings."

"If someone really loves each other and wants to be together, then no one can stop them." Mo Xing'er's face always appeared in front of my eyes, "However, in the current predicament, everyone doesn't know if they can live until tomorrow, and is it possible to have children?" ”

"We will protect every pregnant woman and provide for it with the best resources until she gives birth to a healthy child."

He's crazy!

"Do we have gynecologists? Are there midwives? Is there a sanitized environment? Is there a qualified newborn food? Even if you can give birth to a child, can you support it? Professor, please be realistic! ”

"Gynecologists? Midwife? Disinfection hygiene? Newborn food? The professor shook his head expressionlessly, "Did humans 10,000 years ago have these?" How did we get to where we are today? ”

"No, it's too cruel to let our children be born at the end of the world, so that they are born to face death!"

"If we can live, there will always be people who can't help but have sex with each other, and they will naturally give birth to children of hell."

"Children of Hell?"

These words were creepy, and I was about to walk away, but the professor said in my ear: "If you want, you can ...... with Mo Xing'er"

"What did you say?"

The professor's eyes immediately became obscene: "You are all healthy, smart, and beautiful, and you can raise excellent human offspring. ”

"I'm sorry, in your eyes, I'm no different from a bred male dog, right?"

With a strong sense of humiliation, I turned away. The professor followed behind: "If you don't want her, can you give it to me?" ”

I turned around angrily, grabbed him by the collar, pressed him against the wall, and spat two words in his face along with spittle: "Dream! ”

In the early morning of that day, Guo Xiaojun was killed in the dressing room on the fourth floor, and he was still wearing the Dior until he died.

I guessed right, he was the first person to be taken by death, but it turned out so quickly that it caught people off guard! Fear quickly crept over everyone—if the killer couldn't be caught, sooner or later there would be a second dead.

It is impossible to tell who the murderer is. Everyone hates Guo Xiaojun, and everyone has a motive to kill. Luo Haoran said that the locker room, along with the nearby stairs, is a blind spot for surveillance. Tao Ye and Yang Bing, who patrolled that night, said that no special circumstances were found. I can't even figure out if the killer is a man or a woman. Although the murder scene is brutal, the women are no less crazy than the men. I can only pretend to study the murder scene, and talk about the rules of murder in secret rooms, which attracts the contemptuous eyes of others.

I'm sorry, but I don't have any practical reasoning skills, and my work is still unpopular, and that's probably the reason for that.

Today is still an important day - Qingming Festival.

I propose that all the survivors go to the fourth basement level to mourn. Although open flames are strictly forbidden according to the regulations, and paper money cannot be burned as before, at least alcohol can be sprinkled for memorial services. However, everyone shook their heads when they heard this suggestion, including the cultivation of moving Guo Xiaojun's body down with me.

"You are not only going to grave the strange dead on the fourth floor of the earth, but you are also sweeping the graves of all mankind destroyed in the end of the world, including our dead family members!"

"Can you give us one more day?" I don't know who asked.

I would have replied - "Yes!" The dead will bless those of us who are alive, as long as we have enough respect and remembrance for the dead! "But will there really be undead spirits to bless us? The strange dead, who do not hate the living in hell and try to drag us into eternal darkness and cold? Didn't someone say that the murderer who killed Guo Xiaojun was not a few of us survivors, but a zombie from the fourth underground floor!

After much hesitation, I calmly replied, "I don't know." ”

"Shh

"Except for Yoko and Shota, aren't you Chinese? Haven't you ever gone to the grave of your family and ancestors in Qingming? Aren't we grateful that so many people have died, but we are still alive? ”

"Circumference!" Professor Wu Hanlei said with a cold and disdainful face, "To survive in the harsh underground, we must first respect science, and please don't use superstition to interfere with everyone." ”

"How is this superstition? This is the belief and custom of the Chinese for thousands of years! Even if we are not as religious as the Christians, we can at least express our sorrow for the dead, that we still have civilization and have not degenerated into barbarism! ”

"Survival is the greatest civilization!"

"The Tao is different, and they don't conspire with each other!" I left everyone else, including Mo Xing'er with a sad face, and walked to the grave alone.

On the Qingming Festival, I found several bottles of liquor in the supermarket, from Erguotou to Wuliangye, and brought them to the pile of corpses on the fourth basement floor.

The smell of rotting corpses had overshadowed the diesel smell of the generators, and I looked at the white and green corpses, the stomachs that had unfortunately been swollen by the corpses, and the already mutilated limbs, and I didn't feel the slightest fear or disgust. Only the luck of being a living person, and the sorrow of the fallen compatriots.

I tried to get as close as I could to the corpse, or the wreckage, barely a foot away, before I opened the bottle and sprinkled the alcohol with the strong smell of food and spices evenly along the edge of the pile of corpses, drawing the line between yin and yang.

Out of nowhere, a cold wind blew, perhaps from a deeper hell. I stood alone in front of countless dead bodies and spirits, feeling infinitely ashamed to be the living, tears rolling down my cheeks. If you live underground just to survive, what is the difference between it and a wandering cat and a dog? Only faith can bind our hearts and preserve the last shred of hope for humanity. Otherwise, sooner or later it will fall into a situation of cannibalism.

Seeing that I was about to be overwhelmed by the poisonous gas and stench of the rotting corpse, I hurried out of the grave. Turning to the other end of the fourth basement floor, a faint light lit up in the corner.

I cautiously walked towards the light—hell under hell!

A small door opened in the most inconspicuous corner of the fourth basement floor, which required fingerprint password verification, was now open. There was a staircase leading down the door, and the light came from the depths of the passage. It seems that if you just pass through this passage, you can reach another world a thousand years ago.

I walked a few meters down the steps, and suddenly, the soles of my feet turned flat and I entered a dark space, so stuffy that I couldn't breathe.

Turn on the largest flashlight, slowly shine in all directions, and a colorful mural jumps out of the golden beam.

The heartbeat almost stopped, the sight was amazing, but not pleasing to the eye, and made me shiver through my bones.

His wrists trembled violently, and he finally grabbed the flashlight and aimed it at the painting on the wall. Those characters—no, the demons of hell, the green-faced fangs, the white bones, and the Hades and judges in official robes. The flashlight moved a few inches to the left, illuminating a sea of fire that scorched the literati in wide robes and big sleeves, the noblewomen in long green silk skirts, and the generals in armor, the monks with good manners, the beggars in ragged clothes, and the bearded people with deep eyes and high noses...... A herd of ugly bulls and horses grabbed several of them and pressed them to the ground, sawing them alive into several pieces.

The image forced my flashlight to look elsewhere. I also saw an ox cart fall from the sky, and below it was a mountain of knives full of corpses. And behind the curtain of the ox cart, there was a beautiful woman, revealing her mutton fat-like skin, and her hair rising high in the flames, which was simply thrilling!

The woman who is about to be burned to death in the painting looks very similar to Mo Xing'er!

In an instant, the flashlight fell to the ground and shattered and extinguished. Hell was plunged into darkness, and the flames in the frescoes had burned all over me—I felt like my skin was about to be burned.

As I fumbled around to find the small door to enter, a light lit overhead, illuminating a silent face.

Luo Haoran!

It turned out that he had been standing behind me until my flashlight had fallen, and he turned on the only light in the room.

"The first layer: tongue-pulling hell; Second Layer: Scissors Hell; Level 3: Iron Tree Hell; The fourth layer: the Mirror Hell; Fifth Floor: Steamer Hell; Sixth Layer: Bronze Pillar Hell; Seventh Layer: Knife Mountain Hell; Eighth Layer: Iceberg Hell; Layer 9: Oil Pot Hell ......" His voice was as mellow as a radio anchor, but he was saying these creepy words, and I looked into his eyes in a panic: "You...... You...... What are you talking about? ”

"The tenth layer: Oxpit Hell; Level 11: Stone Pressed Hell; Twelfth Floor: Hell; Thirteenth Floor: Blood Pool Hell; The Fourteenth Floor: Hell of Death in Vain; The fifteenth floor: the hell of punishment; Level 16: Volcanic Hell; Seventeenth Floor: Stone Grinding Hell; The eighteenth layer: the knife and saw hell," Luo Haoran said to himself, until the last sentence, "The nineteenth layer—have you seen it?" ”

"Is that the woman in the bullock cart?" I felt beads of sweat on my forehead slipping down: "What is this?" ”

"Hell changes."

"Oh?"

"Four years ago, when the construction of the Future Dream Building began, not only the ancient tomb of the Ming Dynasty was dug out of the ground, but also the ruins of an ancient temple of the Song Dynasty were discovered, called 'Lanruo Temple'."

Luo Haoran's voice seemed to come from hell, bringing the characteristics of the voice to the extreme, but I thought of Leslie Cheung and the "A Chinese Ghost Story" I listened to before committing suicide.

"This is Lanruo Temple?" I haven't said the second half of the sentence yet - where is Nie Xiaoqian? Is it the beautiful woman who is about to be burned to death in the mural?

"Yes, when the ruins of this ancient temple were first discovered, I arrived at the same time as the cultural relics department to check out this mural buried for thousands of years - the cultural relics bureau said that this is a national treasure and must be immediately stopped for protective excavation. However, I bought this land for billions, how can I lose it in vain? I also rejected the Cultural Heritage Bureau's proposal to relocate the temple ruins and murals, which might delay the construction of the building by several months. ”

"You want to hide the mural in the basement of the building?"

"Yes. I spent a lot of money to buy high-level connections and get the Bureau of Cultural Relics to delete all the original records of the discovery of the site, as if no one had seen it. I built this miniature museum on my own, and secretly hired a group of experts from the Cultural Relics Bureau to preserve the mural perfectly. As a result, the Future Dream Building was built extremely strongly, in part to protect the mural. This chamber can withstand disasters such as the most powerful earthquake in history, so you don't have to worry about it collapsing. ”

The soft, dim overhead lighting must have been carefully designed to minimize damage to the mural by the light. Although the walls are covered with cracks damaged by the earthquake, the murals from 1,000 years ago are still brightly colored, shocking and soul-stirring.

"You like this mural so much? Let a national treasure become your private collection? ”

"This is "Hell Change", which does not belong to the state or to the individual, but to the history of the millennium. It is also only in this place that the fresco can be perfectly preserved forever, otherwise I am afraid that it will be irreparably damaged. ”

"I'm reminded of Ryunosuke Akutagawa's 'Hell Changes.'"

"The so-called Hell Change is originally a Chinese Buddhist theme painting, and Wu Daozi of the Tang Dynasty painted more than 300 Buddhist murals, the most famous of which is "Hell in Disguise." Luo Haoran walked up to the mural, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if he could smell the smell of the painter's hair a thousand years ago, "Wu Daozi is a famous painting saint, and the author who painted the painting "Hell Change" in front of us is an unknown painting saint who has been forgotten by history. ”

Nameless painting saints? These five words give me a headache in my heart. I used to think that my novels had a special temperament that would not be recognized until many years later, like this never-known masterpiece of "Hell Changes".

"Did you deliberately let me see it?"

"On the Qingming Festival at the end of the world, only you dare to go underground to sweep the graves of the dead, I think you are destined for this "Hell Change"."

It's hard to buy without a thousand dollars, and you don't have a fortune to take it?

I didn't think I was lucky, but gasped: "Thank you! However, I want to tell you one thing, when I knew you were the owner of this building, I began to hate you. ”

"Because, you also used to live in this place, in the old house before the construction of the Future Dream Building, on top of the Hell Change" mural and the ancient cemetery."

He said these words like a demon and made me retreat into the corner of the mural: "How do you know? ”

"In the underworld, I know everything."

"Luo Haoran, have you seen me before?"

"Yes."

"When? I don't remember you. ”

"Of course you won't remember me, but I will never forget you, Zhou Xuan."

This made me even more confused, I lowered my head and racked my brains, and in just a few tens of seconds, I searched among all the people I had met in my memory in this life and even in my previous life, but I still didn't see this face in front of me.

"No, I can't remember, don't scare me!"

"Why scare you? If you knew all the truth, you would be full of despair in life. Luo Haoran almost disappeared into the mural and became one of the characters, "Zhou Xuan, I still have to say I'm sorry." I admit that I bought this plot of land, demolished the home where you were born and raised, and moved you to an apartment in the suburbs, without giving you the compensation you expected, and naturally you will be deeply disgusted. But even if it weren't me, there would be other developers doing it, and you ordinary people are doomed. ”

At the end of the world, even the entire earth has been demolished, so why bother with this? At that time, I didn't take the demolition seriously, and I continued to travel around writing as usual, and only came back to hold a meeting on behalf of my parents.

I don't think I'm disgusted with him.

"Can I leave? The moisture exhaled during our speech can affect the preservation of the mural. ”

"Wait!" Luo Haoran turned off the lights, fell into the darkness and said, "There is something I want to ask you for, among these survivors underground, you are the only one who can do this for me!" ”

"What's the matter?"

Suddenly, his hand was on my shoulder, as cold as a dead man......

A few hours later, my wrist was quite sore and I still had ink on my middle finger, which I hadn't felt in years.

That night, I took Mo Xing'er to the radio room, looked into her eyes, and remembered the woman in the mural who was burned by the flames.

She ordered a song "Nobody Sleeps Tonight" for herself.

In André Bocelli's song, my desire turned into an angry bird, flapping its wings so hard that it would crash headlong even against the south wall.

I kissed her on the forehead and led her into the future dream hotel, the small room where the luggage was stored......

Mo Xing'er gave herself to me.

In the craziest moments, I suddenly saw a face—a charming face that resembled hers, but on the mural in the deepest part of the earth, illuminated by a fiery red flame, and she sat in the burning car and shouted to me, it was the last struggle, but I watched as she could do nothing, because she was also tied to the stake......

In the second half of the night, the short-lived passion ebbed, and the desire was like a shrunken skin, and a large piece of my heart was blank. What more can I give her, but momentary pleasure? What does the future hold? Is there a tomorrow? I can't give her a future, no one can do it at the end of the world! So, the words that the professor had told me that night rang in my ears - what if we had children underground? Me and Mo Xing'er?

Listening to her heavy breathing in the darkness, I was left with endless regret......

Suddenly, something sounded. Mo Xing'er also woke up, I pretended to have just woken up, got dressed and rushed out.

Then came the most terrifying discovery - four of the five seriously injured people in the Häagen-Dazs store were brutally killed, and the only surviving old man with a collapsed nose said that the murderer was actually the shampoo girl Ah Xiang!

I, Mo Xing'er, Luo Haoran, and Xiaoguang and Tao Ye who came in response to the call, formed a search team, and went to find Ah Xiang with various weapons. We first found that Yang Bing died in a car accident on the third basement floor, and with the help of Churchill, approached Ah Xiang on the basement floor.

She took the initiative to attack Mo Xing'er, and I rushed forward desperately, and in the process of scuffling, I grabbed her knife and stabbed her in the heart.

She's dead.

Hopefully it's all just a fantasy, or a nightmare that I didn't wake up from last night. However, I looked at the blood on my hands, the handle of the knife inserted in Ah Xiang's chest, the small light and cultivation that surrounded me, and Mo Xing'er's frightened eyes...... Needless to say!

As if unconscious, I fell to my knees numb and kowtowed to the dead Ah Xiang. No one should die easily, even if they have just committed a grave sin.

They all laughed at me, including Mo Xing'er, for writing a lot of mystery novels about murder and death as a third-rate writer, but I couldn't face the real murder - perhaps most writers who write crime are cautious in life, and we can only describe murder as a delicate and artistic work in the imagination of words, just like the masters of the Renaissance were writing "Mona Lisa" or "David", but that is only a novel!

Once you kill someone, your life changes completely.

The strangest thing is that Ah Xiang could have stabbed me to death, but why did she suddenly stop? The tip of the knife retracted before it pierced my heart, and I had a chance to grab her knife. If it weren't for that, she wouldn't have died by the knife.

From Ah Xiang's dying eyes, I saw something. But I didn't dare to recall, as long as I remembered her face, I had a splitting headache.

It was the fourth day of the end of the world, and my imaginary kingdom was gradually collapsing, just as I myself had been devastated by killing people.

Mo Xing'er stayed with me all night, but I don't know how long I could have that time.

What if, is there tomorrow?

I fell asleep early that night, and it wasn't until the early hours of the morning that I was awakened by the noise in the corridor on the third floor. I rushed out with my clothes draped and saw Mo Xing'er in a dirty white dress, and Yoko Tamada was wrapping her in a blanket.

Mo Xing'er closed her eyes when she saw me, lowered her head and trembled violently, I forcibly turned her face and stroked her blood-stained cheeks, but I didn't realize that I was also trembling. She wouldn't answer my questions, wouldn't even let me touch her, and kept burrowing into Yoko Tamada's arms until the Japanese woman pushed me away.

"What the hell is going on?" I roared furiously.

I don't know who interjected softly: "She was *." ”

This sentence was like a hammer, slamming down on my spine, making me almost fall to my knees in front of Mo Xing'er.

After a moment of silence, she said the person's name: "Xu Pengfei." ”

I'm going to kill him!

Knock his head with an iron rod? Stab him in the stomach with a knife? Pick out his heart with a dagger? Split his limbs with a saw? Break his neck with a tightrope? Oh, and don't forget to castrate him with a Swiss Army knife!

Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!

A minute later, Tao Ye and Xiaoguang prepared their weapons and entrusted Mo Xing'er to the Japanese woman. We inspect all the corridors and shops in turn. Luo Haoran also heard about Mo Xing'er, and showed a stunned expression for the first time. I hope Luo Haoran can take us to the monitoring room, because he is the only one in the whole building who can enter. But Luo Haoran refused my request, on the grounds that there was no valuable discovery, not to mention that he had to protect everyone's privacy. I was furious and almost to the point of doing it, but he didn't back down.

"Listen up, everyone! Catch Xu Pengfei, don't talk about killing! "I leaned my upper body out of the atrium railing on the seventh floor and shouted to the search team upstairs and downstairs. I personally searched every screening room in Future Dream Studios, fantasizing about slitting the rapist's neck with a sharp blade and washing my hands with his blood.

I thought, I'm crazy.

The search lasted for several hours, and all floors were searched, but there was still no whereabouts of Xu Pengfei. Churchill had followed us in his search, but he did not follow my command and went back to find his owner.

Early in the morning of the sixth day, screams were heard from downstairs.

Damn it! We leaked the hotel lobby!

I was the first to rush to the ground floor, through the dark hallway, to the lobby of the Future Dream Hotel, and the screams came from the small room where I had stored my luggage.

Why here? We rushed in with the guys and saw Ding Zi and Haimei, as well as the female cleaner lying in a pool of blood, the eighth deceased.

The murderer has been confirmed to be Xu Pengfei!

Xiaoguang stayed behind to guard the two high school girls, and Tao Ye and I carried the bodies of the female cleaners to the burial.

On the fourth floor of the basement, the rancid stench from the pile of corpses almost made us faint, and after the female cleaner was buried, there seemed to be another noise from upstairs.

When we went to the supermarket on the basement floor, we found Xu Pengfei's body.

At first, I regretted that I couldn't slaughter this beast with my own hands, but when I saw the electric drill in his eyes, I couldn't help but sincerely admire how good this murderous idea was! It is artistic, combines electrical energy and mechanics, and most importantly, makes the deceased extremely painful, not only physical pain, but also psychological fear before death.

Even more powerful was a group of hungry cats and dogs, who were serving the carcass of the beast for breakfast, and I prevented the others from intervening, which was the best thing a rapist could get.

Then, I hid in the bathroom and looked in front of the mirror at my own face, as pale as a dead man, with a beard crawling on my cheeks, hair standing on end, and even the bags under my eyes.

I know how other people are looking at me. I have become a completely different person - no longer the man who is humble, polite, calm, rational, disgusted with violence, respects life, and repays grievances with virtue, but a bloodthirsty, tyrannical, arbitrary, tyrannical, murderous, and domineering pervert!

A few hours later, I found Mo Xing'er.

She had changed into new clean clothes, and I held her and tried to comfort her with all my might, but when I approached her, I always felt sick. I knew it was just psychological, and I thought I would smell the rapist, on the surface or inside of her body.

"Xing'er, I will love you forever."

When I said this, I actually had no confidence in myself, I felt that I was so weak and hypocritical.

Yes, I'm no longer me, and she's not her anymore! She is no longer the white and flawless woman in my mind, and she is no longer the woman who looks up at the stars with me at the end of the world and listens to "Nobody Sleeps Tonight".

I'm sorry, it's not your fault, it's my guilt.

There is always a voice ringing in my ears: she is a woman who has been beaten by other men! Zhou Xuan, you sober up, her body has been possessed by others, and every inch of her skin you touch may have been touched or even licked by that filthy man!

Why do I think that? Think so filthy and lewd! The filthy person is not her, but myself! I really want to run out and slap myself a hundred times.

But I never kissed her again.

I think that between me and Mo Xing'er, an invisible wall has been erected, no matter how long we can live.

Just as I was despairing of myself, so did the underground building, the last drop of diesel fuel ran out, the end of the world was completely dark, and the animals began to kill each other - and so did we, the surviving humans!

"Are we dying?" Mo Xing'er asked stupidly.

And the answer on my lips was exactly the opposite of what I thought in my heart.

A few days ago, the underground world that I had carefully planned, the ideal country with high hopes, suddenly collapsed and turned into a real hell.

I failed.

I overestimated their sense of discipline, morality, unity, and patience......

At the same time, I underestimated their selfishness, brutality,*, madness, vindictiveness......

I also misestimated myself!

All rules are invalid, discipline is null and void, and only one last rule is left - to live.

In order to follow this rule, people can do all the terrible things. Just like me now, wait until Mo Xing'er falls asleep and roam alone in the vast dark night of the end of the world. I had to carry an iron rod and a knife, or wild dogs would attack me, and the dogs barked in the atrium on the ground floor, and they were also engaged in a war of life and death.

I wore a mask through those dangerous animals, including the Caucasus, which I believe is definitely eating people at the moment. I carried an emergency light, and from time to time the blade hidden at my waist was revealed, and the beast did not dare to act rashly.

When you go to the fourth basement floor, the smell of hell is in the air, and if you don't wear a mask, you will be poisoned on the spot! In front of the pile of corpses, I unexpectedly saw Professor Wu Hanlei. Although he was also wearing a mask, he could be recognized at a glance. His gaze was as desperate as mine, staring at the corpses, and he had a knife in his hand, not a weapon of self-defense, but a cleaver from the kitchen!

In an instant, I understood his intentions. Hungry, I ventured here and thought of him.

I wanted to see if I could eat the flesh of the dead. It won't be all rotten in seven days, and there will definitely be some edible left, as long as the ground is cleaned up enough and cooked for a longer time.

Am I an animal?

Professor Wu and I glanced at each other, put down the knife in shame at the same time, and left the Doomsday Cemetery with our heads bowed.

On the way back upstairs, I felt intensely tired, it was difficult to take every step, and I could faint at any moment. Really gassed a corpse? I don't know how many floors I walked, and the emergency lights fell to the ground and went out. I walked into a small room, collapsed into a large pile of cardboard boxes, and fell into a groggy sleep.

I don't know how long it took for me to wake up at the sound. Someone was talking in the small room.

First, I heard a young voice, carefully identified and confirmed that it was Xiaoguang, and then Luo Haoran was answering.

A faint flashlight shone out of Luo Haoran, who was bound hand and foot—why was his Labrador missing?

I held my breath and didn't make a sound, and I thought of myself as air. Hiding in the pile of cardboard boxes in the dark, they shouldn't have noticed me. What's more, Xiaoguang's entire attention was on Luo Haoran - he was full of hatred for this middle-aged man, so he almost used torture to make Luo Haoran confess.

However, the content of their conversation gave me the creeps.

Ten minutes passed, and my heart was about to stop beating. Hiding only a meter away from them, I clearly listened to Xiaoguang and Luo Haoran tell those secrets - I think I am no longer flesh and blood, but a lifeless sculpture. But not numbness, but shock.

The Last Judgment.

I saw Hikaru pull out his dagger.

The tip of the knife was against Luo Haoran's chest, and I was imagining the moment when the sharp blade stabbed into his heart, and blood splattered on the young man's face.

The eighteen-year-old boy's hands were shaking, and the knife could not move forward in the slightest. I really wanted to get up, push Xiaoguang from behind, help him stab the tip of the knife in, and immediately carry out the execution.

No!

The dagger in Xiaoguang's hand fell to the ground, and he took two steps back in fear, looking into Luo Haoran's eyes - he admitted defeat.

Don't! I wanted to get up and pick up the dagger and stuff it back into his hand. But perhaps after hiding in the dark for too long, I've become accustomed to being silent and pretending to be a sculpture.

I watched Xiaoguang loosen his ties for Luo Haoran, bowed his head and turned to leave.

Luo Haoran picked up the dagger from the ground.

Oh, my God!

Almost at the same time, I jumped up from the pile of cardboard boxes, but Luo Haoran was as cold and agile as a leopard, and the moment I was not allowed to blink, he plunged the dagger into Xiaoguang's back.

Very accurate, heart position!

"Ahh I let out the most miserable cry of my life, even through a mask.

Before I could pounce on Luo Haoran, he quickly turned around and escaped from the small dark room. I shuddered and threw myself back on the little light. He was covered in blood and fell to the ground, with the dagger stuck in his back. I picked up the flashlight from the ground and saw his pale face and godless eyes.

After a few seconds of convulsion, the last glimmer of light went out.

He died in my arms.

The boundless darkness of the apocalypse, the cold wind blows all around, and the barking of wild dogs is heard from time to time. I hugged the handsome boy and looked at his closed eyebrows, and drew his lips and chin perfectly, enough to charm the long fine hair of any girl. His body grew cold.

I pulled out the dagger from behind him—the dagger that was supposed to pierce Luo Haoran's heart, and it almost drained the blood of the young man. It must be brought back to where it was supposed to be.

Next, I frantically searched for Luo Haoran on various floors, including the Labradoodle. I understand it's a game of cat and mouse, and my cat is definitely a blind cat! Since he can build a miniature museum under the four basement floors, he can build a secret space in every corner of the building, the Three Caves of the Cunning Rabbit.

In the Häagen-Dazs store on the ground floor, I found the badly injured old man with a slumped nose dead — the body had been bitten to pieces, and several mad dogs were fighting each other, dragging out the dead man's internal organs and running around with human bones in his mouth.

Near the old man, who was almost eaten up, lay the remains of another corpse, which had been gnawed by cats and dogs, and would soon turn into a pile of broken bones.

Who is he?

When I was about to bury these two bodies on the fourth floor underground, I thought of a possibility - would those cats and dogs eat the dead little light?

I left the two poor dead behind and went back to the seventh floor. I carried the dead light on my shoulder, the body was heavy of course, but I didn't feel the pain.

Walking through the supermarket on the basement floor with him on my back, I suddenly stopped, let Xiaoguang lie flat on the ground, and quietly looked at his face.

Two hours later, I remained in this position until the horrific sound of gunfire was heard upstairs. But my legs were numb, my muscles ached, and I struggled for a long time to get up. I'm afraid that the cats and dogs will still get close to him, and in the whole apocalyptic underground, only the four underground floors are safe, and once the cats and dogs get close to the pile of corpses, they will be poisoned by the carrion gas.

While Xiaoguang's joints and muscles were still stiff, I struggled to carry him on my back and walked to the grave underground. His face was resting against my cheek, his long hair was sweeping my neck, and he was as cold as ice.

At this time, I met Ding Zi, a senior girl from Siyi Middle School, who was still my junior sister.

Ding Zi cried and kissed the dead Xiaoguang, and beat me until the corner of my mouth was bleeding, and I told her that the person who killed Xiaoguang was not me, but Luo Haoran.

She swore to kill him.

I continued to carry the boy's corpse on my back, and the girl took his drooping hand and walked together to the fourth basement floor. We buried Hikari in a pile of corpses, and there was nothing left to hurt him, except nature.

The seventh apocalypse and the last Easter of mankind.

Ding Zi and I were fully armed, and searched for Luo Haoran on various floors separately. I found that all the animals on the ground floor were dead, and many of them were killed by bullets. This gun must be in Luo Haoran's hands.

In front of the model shop on the seventh floor, I found a male corpse, which looked like it had not been dead for a long time, because of the smell of blood. He is characterized by his gray-headed, skinny face, and the stench of feces and urine, and it is impossible to tell who he is anyway.

I'm afraid it's another stranger. Perhaps, while the twenty or so survivors of us are struggling to think that we are the last humans, there are still many people who are hiding in this huge underground space and are watching us silently.

After hesitating for a moment, he decided to send him to be buried. But I didn't have the strength to carry the dead man down the seventh floor, found a bundle of nylon rope, tied one end to the corpse, and threw the corpse out of the baring of the atrium.

There was a dull sound from below.

Walking slowly to the atrium of the ground floor, the hapless man was not broken, and I grabbed the rope and dragged him to the fourth basement. Thankfully, he wasn't as heavy as the other corpses - could he have been hungry for days?

When I came to the grave underground, I hurriedly put him next to the pile of corpses, not daring to look at Xiaoguang's corpse again.

Throughout the day, except for drinking two sips of sour water, I didn't eat again, and the only food was left for Mo Xing'er. I haven't seen Luo Haoran and his dog again, and Professor Wu Hanlei has also disappeared, so I can only confirm that Tao Ye, Yoko Tamada, Zhengtai, and Ding Zi are still alive.

In the evening, nine o'clock.

I believe that most of us will not survive until tomorrow morning.

Suddenly, there was an earth-shattering sound from the dome overhead.

Either we're going to die together, or we're — no, are there angels? After so many people have died, after I have tasted murder, after so many sins have been committed by the survivors of humanity......

No! Especially don't let Luo Haoran escape too!

I pointed the biggest emergency light at the dome overhead, and sure enough, I saw cracks appearing continuously.

"Hurry up and run to the cinema on the ninth floor!"

In an instant, I saw a man and a dog scurrying into the passage of the movie theater.

Kill him!

I fell a few times in the shake, and the only weapon left was the dagger - the dagger that Xiaoguang was going to use to kill Luo Haoran but was killed by him instead.

The man and the dog ran ahead, and I followed, hastily shining a flashlight on their backs. There were other people behind me, probably thinking of the possibility of survival.

But I don't want to live, I just want to die, and die with the man in front of me!

Suddenly, Luo Haoran took his dog into a small room next to the passage.

Almost at the same time, the ceiling above my head slammed down, burying me under the rubble.

However, I reacted very quickly and immediately shrank into the corner. Although it was also pressed lightly, it was not buried deep underneath. I struggled hard for a few minutes when I heard the barking of a Labrador outside. Finally, I struggled to break free from the shackles and crawled out of the rubble alive.

I was just about to walk to the small room when a flashlight flashed out of the corner of my eye. I instinctively hid. The man's flashlight was unusually bright, illuminating his black police uniform and red helmet with the word "rescue".

He is the angel of all survivors – except me.

That's right, the police who came to our rescue from the ground, maybe followed by a large group of people - there is no such thing as the end of the world, but our building has suffered a disaster, and I am beginning to regret why I didn't jump out of the nineteenth floor window seven days ago.

The policeman almost walked up to me, and I was completely hidden in the dark, holding my breath undetected.

I recognized his face.

Ye Xiao!

Is this a joke God is playing with me? After all these years, our boyhood best friends are back here, only to be reunited in the depths of the earth.

He's a soldier, and I—a thief.

I can't jump out, I can't let him know I exist just yet.

Because, I'm going to kill someone.

Don't! - A dog barked in the small room! I watched Ye Xiao follow the sound, bending down and burrowing into the small room where Luo Haoran and his dog were hiding, if that man hadn't been crushed to death, he would definitely be rescued by Ye Xiao.

But I didn't dare to follow him in, no matter whether Luo Haoran was dead or alive, Ye Xiao would stop me from any action.

What's more, even if I have a dagger in my hand, it is just a pediatric for Ye Xiao, and I will not have a chance at all.

I lingered at the door of the small room for a few minutes, but I never saw Ye Xiao come out, and there were no other rescuers nearby, only the noise of the walkie-talkie came from outside the movie theater from time to time.

What's going on? Is Luo Haoran dead or alive? Or is Ye Xiao rescuing him?

I was so anxious that I couldn't wait. In this small door is the screening room, so there must be a screening window - the white light that passes overhead when watching a movie comes out of this window*.

So, I quietly moved to the nearest screening room, where most of it had collapsed, but the screening window had not yet been blocked. I crept up the ruins, tiptoeing into the small window, hoping it was the screening room where Luo Haoran was hiding.

Sure enough, I heard a fierce dog barking.

I felt like a hidden ghost, melted into the air, and no one could see me.

I saw Luo Haoran.

The small window resembles the screen of a digital camera, and the bright light of the flashlight illuminates a narrow space like an ancient tomb. This was the first time I've seen the projector room of a movie theater, most of which had collapsed and turned into rubble, except for the one near the door.

Luo Haoran's whole body was crushed in a pile of rubble, and only his hands stretched out weakly, and the blood stained his neck red, stained with the broken glass on the ground. He tilted his head and straightened his neck, revealing a long, cross-cut wound, exposing his musculature and trachea to the air.

His eyes were still open, looking ahead in despair - no, Luo Haoran's eyes were facing the window of the projector room, and if he were still alive, he would definitely see my face clearly.

He's dead.

This cold and heartless face of mine will appear in the world after his death, and there is no doubt that it will be a cold hell.

April 8th. Sunday. Night, 22:19.

Future Dream Building, 9th Floor, Future Dream Studios, Screening Hall 7, Film Projector Room.

My only regret is that I didn't cut his neck with my own hands.

Next to the dead Luo Haoran, the Labrador was also trapped in the rubble, only showing its head and howling frantically.

There was also a person, standing in front of the deceased in a daze, wearing a dusty police uniform, a red rescue helmet, and a mask, using a flashlight to illuminate the scene of the murder.

He was Ye Xiao, he didn't notice my existence, he just stood like a statue, looking at the dead with cold eyes.

I didn't kill it, so who could it be? I remembered that as soon as Luo Haoran fled into the projector room, the passage outside collapsed, probably caused by the rescue team members breaking through the dome on the ninth floor. At the same time, I was also crushed in the rubble, and when I was lucky enough to crawl out, five or six minutes had passed before I saw Ye Xiao walk into this small room.

It was the time difference of five or six minutes that someone rushed into the projector room and used a knife or broken glass on the ground to cut the neck of Luo Haoran, who was crushed in the rubble and was powerless to resist.

Who did this? Who killed him for me? Ding Zi? Or Mo Xing'er? Or even Tao Ye or Yoko Tamada? Everyone here can be full of hatred for him.

And I'm not sure if the people behind me were crushed when the passage collapsed. By the way, the cinema passages here extend in all directions, like a labyrinth, Ye Xiao did not come in from the direction from which we fled, if he entered from the opposite direction, it would be impossible to find us survivors.

No, I can't stand here and be seen by the police!

I immediately ran out of the screening room, crawling through the ruined passageway to the deepest part of the end. I threw away the dagger I was going to use to kill Luo Haoran, and buried myself in the pile of masonry and rubble, deliberately covering my head and hands with scars. The whole process took me ten minutes, and I had to dig up a lot of cement blocks desperately, and I had to be patient enough, otherwise it would be too shallow to bury and look fake. At the same time, there was a commotion outside, and there was no doubt that the rescue team had already started digging, and perhaps several other survivors had been rescued. I hope Mo Xing'er can be rescued as soon as possible.

As soon as I had buried myself in the rubble and felt that I was having trouble breathing, footsteps sounded above my head and someone said, "The life detector has responded!" ”

Two or three minutes later, I was rescued and carried out of the passage on a stretcher.

My body was still bleeding, and I kept my eyes open until Ye Xiao stopped me.

He looked at me, and I looked at him.

"Zhou-Xuan-"

He still remembers me, and I'm relieved. He reached out excitedly and grabbed my right hand tightly.

It's still hot.

Then, as you all know, I was saved and sent to the surface - not only did there not end of the world, there was not even a so-called earthquake, and under the stars on Easter night, only the Future Dream Mansion became a fallen flat land, and all the skyscrapers around it were unharmed.

Countless shots were on me. I saw that other people were also rescued, including Mo Xing'er who was still alive.

I told her with my eyes, and I also told Ding Zi - Luo Haoran is dead.

In the middle of the night, we were taken to the hospital, admitted to an isolation ward, where we received the best treatment and care.

The wards were clean and tidy, and the nurses sanitized them every day, but I could still smell the smell of dead bodies—supposedly for months no matter how they were removed, and perhaps the stench was clinging to the hair on my epidermis.

Although I picked up a life from the imaginary apocalypse, and saw Luo Haoran's body with my own eyes, I still didn't sleep all night. I'm thinking, what else will Ye Xiao and the rescue team members find underground? Traces of how we have struggled to survive? The carcasses and bones of those cats and dogs? Human scraps eaten by animals? A grave on the fourth floor underground?

Ye Xiao could only discover so much, he couldn't have known those terrible secrets, the truth that he would never let anyone know—unless one of us survivors was willing to make his sins public.

No, it's impossible, no one wants to say it, everyone will keep it a secret, and they will even make up different lies. Maybe none of them are asleep, they are all anxiously typing the draft, and they have to memorize the melons so as not to reveal flaws when answering questions.

The next day, I still hadn't figured it out, and countless plans were overturned one by one. If you think about it, it is more difficult to fictionalize most of what happened in seven days and seven nights without contradicting oneself than it is to write the most complex novel.

Before noon, I waited for Ye Xiao, who I hadn't seen for a long time.

We hadn't seen each other for ten years, and we met again in the depths of hell. Suddenly, I wanted to talk to him about the past, fifteen or twenty years ago, when we were all boys, those days when we fantasized together and chased girls together as idiots.

But when he asked me sternly about what had happened in seven days and seven nights, I could not tell him anything.

The brain spun desperately to tell a lie, but it couldn't say it, so it could only say, "I don't know." ”

Ye Xiao understood that I refused to cooperate with his inquiry, and I could also see in his eyes the infinite disappointment in my former best friend.

I'm sorry, Ye Xiao, I'm sorry.

All day, I lay in bed thinking about how to get through. Because what Ye Xiao is most concerned about is the murder scene of Luo Haoran that he discovered, as long as this problem is solved, there is no need for him to get to the bottom of it.

After thinking about it all night, I took the initiative to ask to talk to Ye Xiao.

"I am the murderer who killed Luo Haoran."

This is my surrender to the police, and I am ready to declare that I killed all the dead who were killed by others in the underground!

If the police believed me in surrendering – they would! I can't solve the case sooner! The court will definitely sentence me to death, so many lives are on my back, and not killing me is not enough to make the people angry, nor is it enough to give an explanation to my family. In fact, as long as I admit to killing Guo Xiaojun, his father with a background and power will immediately let me die without a place to bury.

Anyway, on the night of April Fool's Day, I came to the nineteenth floor of the Future Dream Building, and I was originally preparing to end my life, but now there is just one more twist and turn, which makes me understand human beings more deeply and understand myself, and it can be regarded as a gain before I die, so it is better to go back to the original point and let the death sentence help me complete my suicide.

There is another reason to surrender - to protect Mo Xing'er, or Ding Zi, or Tao Ye, or something else.

No matter who killed Luo Haoran, I must do my best to protect that person and not let that person fall into the hands of the police.

Especially Mo Xing'er, I owe her so much.

Ding Zi is still so young, only eighteen years old, and I don't want her life to end at the beginning.

In the end, as long as you think that in front of the judge, you will impassionedly state that you killed Luo Haoran, as if you have fulfilled a wish, then you will not regret it even if you eat the gun immediately.

Ye Xiao was not very satisfied with my surrender and left angrily. It doesn't matter if he doesn't believe it, I'll turn myself in to the other cops, and there's always someone who's going to believe everything I say – because they're willing to believe it.

This morning, the results of the quarantine of the hospital came out, and all the survivors were free of germs.

Except for me, who is the suspect, everyone else is free to leave the hospital.

However, no one, including Yoko Tamada, was willing to leave. They all remain in the ward for various reasons, such as not having recovered and still needing treatment. And the hospital will always take care of us unconditionally.

Everyone stayed in the hospital for two more days, and Yoko Tamada and Shota left first, choosing to be in the early hours of the morning before dawn. I could see downstairs through the window of the ward, where the mother and son, accompanied by diplomats from the Japanese consulate, were in a black crown car, and I don't know whether they would immediately go to the airport to return to China or be taken to a Japanese-funded hospital in the city.

In the morning, Tao Ye walked out of the hospital gate, accompanied by government staff, and provided him with accommodation and allowances. He was surrounded by a group of reporters. He desperately blocked his face and got into a government-provided commercial vehicle.

Mo Xing'er was discharged from the hospital at noon, wearing a thick mask and hat. She violently pushed the reporters away and left in the same government car.

Ding Zi is still in the hospital and keeps saying that he has a headache and foot pain. The principal of Siyi Middle School came to see her, but she was closed. I heard that Hae-mi's parents also came to her and wanted to know how Hae-mi died, but the police refused.

A middle-aged police officer walked into my hospital room, looked at me with disgust, and said, "My surname is Wang, just call me Wang." ”

"Officer Wang, are you here to announce the arrest warrant and escort me into the detention center?" My heart fluttered. I had already taken off my hospital gown, changed into civilian clothes, and even put on my leather shoes.

"The police have conducted a detailed investigation and have confirmed that all the details described in your surrender are false."

"What? No way! My face turned pale, "Who is this the result of an investigation?" ”

"You go and ask Officer Ye Xiao."

"No, I killed everyone! I'm the murderer, why don't you arrest me! ”

I'm starting to yell! I just hope to be handcuffed, sent to prison, or dragged directly to the execution ground and shot.

"Circumstance, you can go home. It is recommended that you go to a psychiatric hospital for a check-up, and we reserve the right to sue you for perjury and attempted cover-up. After Wang finished speaking very seriously, he slammed the door and left.

I was frozen in the hospital room, just like I was about to jump off a building on April Fool's Day, but I saw the dazzling aurora in the distance.

Ten minutes later, I walked out of the hospital alone, looking up at the blue sky and the sun—still so dirty and gray, but better than the darkness of the earth.

Across the street were a crowd of reporters, as well as two publishers, ready to reprint my past book. I coldly dodged them and walked straight across the road.

Ye Xiao was looking at me with ruthless eyes.