If Chapter 19 was the nineteenth floor of the Future Dream Building, then Zhou Xuan should have chosen to die in this chapter.

April 2nd. Monday. In the early hours of the morning, 1:49 a.m.

Seven-year-old Zhengtai returned to his mother's arms; Luo Haoran put a pair of dog chains on Churchill; Mo Xing'er was still wrapped in a woolen cloak; Security guard Yang Bing hasn't changed his uniform yet; Tao Ye changed into new clothes, but he was still in supermarket overalls; The rich second-generation Guo Xiaojun threw away his original dirty clothes and wore a new Dior suit that was ripped from the dummy in the * store; Professor Wu Hanlei wears glasses with one missing lens, and everything else is neatly tied; Xiaoguang, who attracted the most women's attention, sat behind the counter of the Häagen-Dazs store with Ding Zi and Haimei, as if they were making ice cream for everyone. In the end, it was Ah Xiang, the shampoo girl who had just been rescued, and Zhou Xuan, who had already changed into a thick coat.

The above thirteen survivors, regardless of men, women and children, were at least in good health and were not injured.

In addition, there are two survivors who were slightly injured, Yu Pingxiang, a female cleaner at the mall, and Xu Pengfei, a white-collar worker with a bandage on his arm, whose office has been reduced to nothing above the 10th floor.

On a simple stretcher made of door panels, three men and two women lay five seriously injured people who could not move. Although everyone had been bandaged and given some medicine, there were no doctors among the survivors, no one could operate on them, and no one could reconnect their broken bones. From time to time, lamentations and weepings rang out on the stretcher, as well as invective hating God's injustice.

Finally, there is a homeless man hiding underground.

Zhou Xuan made a statistical table, and now there are twenty-one survivors confirmed in the building.

Everyone's name was registered, except for the homeless, including the boy "Xiaoguang" who came from nowhere.

Of course, in addition to the twenty-one surviving living people, there are also some surviving animals, such as Churchill next to Luo Haoran. In view of the fact that there is a pet store on the basement floor, many pets have escaped, and I don't know where in the corner of the building, there are still cats and dogs hidden. Of course, there must be a lot of rats upstairs!

The vitality of animals is always stronger than that of humans. What worries Zhou Xuan is that when humans lack the necessary tools, they have no advantage in the competition for survival with animals. Whenever he thought of such a life-threatening issue, he always habitually looked at Professor Wu.

"Don't get your hopes up what's out there." Professor Wu held a cup of hot tea, thinking that one of the survivors had diligently fetched good tea from the supermarket to prevent him from becoming sleepy in the early hours of the morning, "because we are the last hope of mankind, if we can live for a few more days." ”

"How many more days can I live?" Guo Xiaojun, who was wearing a brand-new Dior suit, couldn't help but sobbed softly.

"If we can live another seven days, it will be more than just six days!" Zhou Xuan remembered that three and a half hours ago, when he opened the window of the hotel on the nineteenth floor, he was determined that he would die a minute earlier than he would live for another sixty seconds. At this moment, the desire to survive is so strong, even if the yellow sand is buried on the tip of the nose, I want to sneeze and take a breath!

There were a few chuckles from behind the counter - it was the girl named Haimei, who saw Zhou turn her head and forcibly held back her voice.

"It is a miracle that we have survived such an apocalyptic catastrophe until now." The professor comforted everyone in the midst of suffering, "Although there is basically no chance that our relatives outside will survive, I am also very painful. You all have parents, wives, husbands, children, and other people you love dearly. ”

These words were tear-jerking, and some people began to cry softly. The professor sat in his seat at the Häagen-Dazs storefront, holding a teacup and contemplating for a long time, suddenly looking much older, more like a sixty-year-old.

"My hometown is in the inland mountains, maybe the flood won't flood them." Tao Ye hadn't given up hope yet, although his lips trembled as he spoke.

Guo Xiaojun hugged his head and cried: "Tonight, my dad has a party with his star junior on the yacht, and he will definitely die!" ”

"What is life?" Zhou Xuan remembered a quote from a book, "We are born, and then we die." ”

Mo Xing'er sat closest to him and couldn't help but interject: "What are you talking about?" ”

"Life and death are so simple, everyone has a day to die, don't be so sad." Zhou Xuan said this, but he felt ridiculous in his heart, this kind of thing should not be said by him, a person who had just committed suicide.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we can still shed tears here, we are already much luckier than our relatives outside!" The professor repeats what he says, "There are huge disasters on the ground, such as earthquakes, tsunamis, volcanic eruptions, nuclear leaks...... It is extremely difficult to survive exposed to the earth's surface, and it is safe to hide in underground space. ”

"The Future Dream Mansion underground, is the real Noah's Ark." Zhou Xuan thought to himself that he could go to TV to advertise. In fact, he said that every word was weak. Another serious problem came to mind - there are still 21 people living underground, not counting animals, consuming oxygen every second to exhale carbon dioxide, and at a depth of more than 100 meters, it is impossible to exchange air with the ground - even if it is exchanged, it is a polluted toxic gas. In addition, the diesel generators on the fourth basement floor are also consuming large amounts of oxygen and emitting toxic exhaust gases, all of which are concentrated in the enclosed space of the building...... If you run out of oxygen, no matter how much food and fuel you store – where will you be able to use it for seven days? Maybe only seven hours, or even seven minutes!

Zhou Xuan thought about it, his face turned pale, and he turned his head and saw Luo Haoran's eyes.

Finally, for the first time, he saw a certain emotion in the eyes of the owner of this building-

Fear.

Chapter Churchill

April 2nd. Monday. In the early hours of the morning, 1:59 a.m.

That's right, for the first time, I saw a certain emotion in my master's eyes.

My name is Churchill.

I'm a Labradoodle.

My master's name is Luo Haoran, and he is the owner of this mansion.

I'm a three-year-old male dog, in the prime of his life, as loyal and mischievous as other Labradors, and as impulsive as other adult dogs, but not as amorous and abusive as other adult dogs. I only like Monica, a snow-white Labrador with a cute and charming appearance, the queen of my heart. It lives in a pet shop on the basement floor, and every time the owner leads me by, the owner closes the door tightly; If Monica went out for a walk and I happened to be walking with the owner, the shopkeeper would hold on to the rope and not allow me to take half a step closer - dizzy, do I have the word "pervert" on the door of my head? I could only watch from afar at its ecstatic eyes, its form-like posture, and its frightened steps, and it was dragged away with its tail flicking in pain. I have lived for three springs and autumns, and I have never been close to the opposite sex, and I have endured passion and impulsiveness for countless nights, just wanting to save that moment for the most beloved - but for the sake of the king, I have been silent to this day! Monica, do you know, do you know, I waited until the flowers were gone, and the end of the world came!

More than an hour ago, I tried to look for Monica, but was forcibly stopped by the owner. The first time I betrayed my owner, I escaped from his sight and rushed to the pet store on the basement floor, only to find Monica crushed to death under the rubble!

The light of my life.

The fire of my desires.

My sins.

My soul.

Mo-Ni-Ka: First the labial sound, then the tip of the tongue upwards, and finally the base of the tongue rubs against the depth of the palate.

Even if the end of the world comes upon me and the final judgment breaks my spine, I will never resist. Because, when Monica died, so did my heart.

Looking back on my life, I have followed my master since I was born and lived in the presidential suite on the top floor of the Future Dream Hotel. My host lives here all year round, except for meetings and business trips. Every floor, every store, every corner, I know everything about it. A short break of wind every day is to go to the narrow green space outside the building and breathe in the dirty air of the city.

I was only three years old, and only a quarter of my life had passed, and I crashed into the end of the world.

Twenty-four hours ago, I was restless, my heart beating inexplicably faster, and my tail clenched in a frustrated panic. I also saw rats scurrying up to the hotel, causing me to bark loudly to get rid of those pesky guys. You know that we are many times more sensitive than you, not just our noses, but all our sensory organs, and we can sense the impending catastrophe, and you are still singing and dancing like a bunch of fools waiting to die! Since the early morning, I have prayed to God, that my hunch is wrong, that I want to live a few more years, and that one day I will be able to reconcile with my Monica.

But. April 1. Sunday. Night, 22:19. ……

Now, almost four hours later, we are trapped in the dark underground, whether it is the scientific and rational analysis of the survivors, or the natural animal magnetic field reaction of my dog, it has been confirmed that -

Holy, the end of the world has finally arrived!