September 27× 200 5:47 AM

Now, I have nothing to worry about or fear. I figured it out, the middle-aged uncle was right, now it's to the point where either you die or I live. Anyway, I also opened a killing ring, so it's better to fight with that boy, the real murderer!

I don't know where the courage came from, with an iron hook in one hand and an open flashlight in the other, searched for the boy in the supermarket, and screamed, "Hey, boy! You come out for me! I know what you've done, you murderer! ”

No one answered me, and the boy did not appear. The flashlight in my hand was swinging around, and the hook was swinging up and down from side to side like crazy. I scurried through the rows of shelves, knocking over a lot of goods to the ground. But the whole supermarket was turned upside down, and I still couldn't find the boy. I gasped for breath, wondering if he was hiding from me, or hiding in some dark corner, and I couldn't find him—but I didn't believe he could disappear into the chamber! I shouted again in the empty supermarket: "Coward! What are you hiding? Come out, are you afraid of me! ”

I stood still for five minutes, the light of the flashlight shooting in all directions, and there was no movement. I realized that the boy was not going to come out on his own initiative, so I got angry and launched a second round of search in the supermarket.

As I walked to the corner on the far right, the flashlight swept at a person I had almost forgotten about—the old woman. When the light hit her face, I think it was the most terrifying face I've ever seen in my life. There was no doubt that her fear and horror at this time had reached the point of no return. I don't know if she was stupefied by the string of murders that had gone before, or if she was stunned by my crazy actions at the moment. But that's not my concern, she's always the same look anyway, and I'm too lazy to pay attention to her. I stayed with her for a few seconds before I started looking for the boy again.

After about half an hour, I was physically and mentally exhausted and hoarse, but the boy really seemed to have evaporated from the world, completely disappeared. I don't have the heart or strength to spend any more time with him, and I have one more important thing to do before I run out of energy.

I've figured it out - it's death horizontally and vertically, and I'm going to die to understand. Before the oil lamp of my life ran out, I decided to unravel all the mysteries – what virus was out there? What are those terrifying giant monsters? Is the area really empty anymore? What is the world like outside the door now? - It's not difficult to know these questions, there is only one way: smash open the door and get out.

Now I have no worries or fears. I had only one thought in my mind - if I could see the outside world again, I would not hesitate to let me die immediately after that. At the very least, what I'm doing is understanding ghosts, and it's already much more cost-effective than the people in the supermarket who died for no apparent reason. I no longer hesitated, and a tremendous power of pathos surged within me. I found the tools that the bearded man had taken out of the storage room by the door. I took a thick flat-headed rivet in one hand, raised the hammer in the other, screamed, and slammed it at the iron roller shutter.

The empty and dead supermarket suddenly erupted into an earth-shattering loud noise. As if I had gone mad, I slammed the hammer into the shutter again and again with all my strength. Finally, the rivet pierced a hole in the iron shutter door, and I smashed it along the gap, and a small crack of about ten centimeters appeared on the shutter door. I shoved the hacksaw into the crack and screamed and sawed the door so hard that after a few hundred saws, the crack in the roller shutter door grew to the height of more than half a man. Seeing hope, I slammed my hammer to the left and right sides of the gap dozens of times – oh my! A crack that can squeeze out of my body has finally appeared!

I couldn't suppress the ecstasy and excitement in my heart, and one leg was stretched out first, and then my whole body was desperately squeezed out. The sharp part of the crack hung on my clothes, wounded my arms and back, and when my last leg came out, my body lost my balance and rolled to the ground, but I didn't feel any pain at all - I finally came out!

It's only past 6 a.m., and it's still dark and foggy—at least that's what I thought when I fell to the ground. At first, I was so focused on how to get out that I didn't notice anything around me. It was only when I got up from the ground and looked around that I saw everything in front of me.

At the very moment I looked at it, time seemed to stand still, and the whole world stopped turning at this moment.

Before I came out, I had imagined countless pictures of the outside world in my mind, but what I see now is not any of them.

I can't believe what I'm seeing now.

Within a radius of 50 meters, with me as the center, or this supermarket as the center, there were more than a dozen police cars, ambulances, and more than a hundred people, all of whom were staring at me with solemn expressions. A few nurse-like figures seemed to be about to walk towards me, but were stopped by a man who gestured to me. Right in my direction, there were several cops behind a police car whispering something on their phones. I also noticed that the background behind them, that is, the streets, buildings, and shops, was exactly the same as before I entered the supermarket, without the slightest change or abnormality.

Faced with this, I felt like my brain was like a rusty gear, unable to turn - what the hell was going on? Didn't the news say that everyone in this area was evacuated due to the outbreak of the virus? The city has also been locked down and quarantined. What are these people doing here? Have they been here for a long time, or have they only arrived here? If they were here before, why didn't anyone come to help us when we knocked on the door of the supermarket earlier? And, I- am I dreaming?

No, not a dream, there was pain - the wounds on my arms and back reminded me at this moment. So, what's going on here? I stood still, in a state of confusion that I had never experienced before.