Alive in the restricted area.

Live in the new city.

Alive in the new district.

It doesn't matter anymore.

Wang Kunzhi drank all the whiskey, enough to kill him, he kept grabbing out bottle after bottle of wine, swallowing his throat with all his might, just to satisfy the desire to drink, and fell into a madness, the alcohol took him off the chaotic and violent whirlpool, and the stuffy whirlwind in his body condensed on his forehead, raging countless entangled nerves, but he couldn't stop, the cold broke out from the joints, and the pain of the cold could only be relieved if his throat was soaked in cold liquid.

The pain of the flesh disintegrates the confusion of the mind.

He wanted to scream.

He wanted to mess around.

He wanted to kill.

So he can only drink.

He stared blankly at the leather chair in front of him, which reflected silky spots of light in the sunlight.

Wang Kunzhi vaguely remembered a poet, a man in a bygone age on a dead earth, who loved to drink. The chaos of alcohol made him sober and, of course, the alcohol killed him.

How did he die?

Death from alcohol poisoning, or indirect drowning?

It doesn't matter anymore.

Now, everything this man has done has passed with history, and even his existence is no longer known, and Sewatson has cleaned everything except the centenarians who survived the three wars, the "chaotic period", and the nuclear radiation.

Unfortunately, there is no such life.

Everything started from scratch.

Discarding the meaningless history.

Wang Kunzhi stared at those vodkas, and the silver light of those metal blooms was so moving.

He held out his hand.

The wreckage of reason constantly surfaced, and after a brief moment, it was once again dragged into the abyss of rage.

.

He, or it, is also made of the materials of this building, more than 2 meters tall, the torso is slender and straight, but extremely strong, the humanoid body is crystal clear, as angular as a thousand-sided gem, it emits a strange light from the inside, the color is indescribable, as if beyond the spectrum, or all the light in the universe is mixed together, but no color is fused. It just stood there, letting a storm of frenzied monsters attack itself, turning to ashes the moment it touched its brilliant body.

.

When devoting yourself to entropy.

.

Three.

.

Wang Kunzhi laughed maniacally, he rationally locked the cabin, not to mention that it was impossible for the other two humans to disturb him.

He remembered a joke.

Where did it come from?

A film that has been sealed in history? Or a fairy tale sealed in history?

It doesn't matter anymore.

One day, a *raised bastard showed up in front of my house with a shotgun.

He scolded and scolded, fully showing his ugliness.

I picked up my axe and cut off his head.

I wielded an axe and tore him apart and buried him in my front yard.

Where he once stood.

I kissed my precious axe and stumbled upon a lot of cracks in the handle.

That's not good.

"Can you fix my axe, please," I smiled and walked to the front desk slightly embarrassed, "the wood is cracked. ”

"Apologies, no." The boss pursed his lips and shook his head regretfully, "But I can get you a new wooden handle." ”

Brought back my championship axe, which I used to cut the meat I had bought, and prepared it to hang on the wall as a symbol of victory.

The flesh it had bought writhed, its eyes full of eyes, its fibrous muscles writhed around, and countless tentacles stretched outward, thrashing and struggling with all its might.

I held it down and chopped it down hard.

It's a pity.

Due to the exertion, the blade of the axe shattered several pieces, leaving an ugly scar.

That's not right.

"Can you fix my axe, please," I smiled and walked to the front desk slightly awkwardly, "the blade is a little damaged." ”

"Apologies, no." The boss pursed his lips and shook his head regretfully, "But I can get you a new axe blade." ”

Having brought back my Champion Axe, I vowed to protect it and not let it be harmed in any way.

This axe is a champion axe.

Come to the door.

The shitty thing crawled out of the bitch, covered in dirt, tied the pieces together with nails, ropes, and wires, and put them back into their bodies.

"Baby," I said, flashing my champion axe, "see what I've got for you?" ”

He pointed at my axe, the corners of his hateful mouth cracked his ears, and his eyelidless eyes widened incredibly.

"Is this the axe that killed me?"

Wang Kunzhi laughed wildly at his joke.

The wild laughter came to an abrupt end.

What are you laughing at? For whom to perform these madnesses?

He didn't know.

Maybe it's just for yourself.

Maybe that's what you are.

He remembered all the confusion about the New Testament and the Old Testament, the thoughts, that used to fill his mind.

.

The truth.

.

"It's just our brains." He said to himself, smiling maniacally, "It's like that axe." ”

Through the layers of chaotic fog, the swirls of chaotic layered colors, look at your hands.

They were cyan, with huge lizard-like scales crawling all over their blue-black hands, and they held wine glasses and bottles vigorously, layers of muscles and green tendons bulging under those long diamond-shaped scales, and the amber liquid in the glasses rippled slightly.

Wang Kunzhi drank it all.

He let out a loud burp.

Listening to the hoarse and harsh voice, like a chainsaw*.

So, everything makes sense.

.

The humanoid extended its index finger through the wall of the compartment as if it had never existed.

The index finger touched Wang Kunzhi's forehead, and when Wang Kunzhi didn't feel the slightest, it seemed that it was just a hologram that was not affected by foreign objects.

Its diamond-like index finger glowed blue, and the light began to spread outward, several chains of light filled the entire compartment, they folded and twisted with each other, forming a blue galactic hologram, and the light gradually gathered into a cluster of light beams protruding from the front end, and a large number of chains of pure blue squares swirled in it, and the light clusters slowly rolled and surged within the compartment.

Wang Kunzhi closed his eyes, and a large number of flashbacks surged in the depths of the blue light.

The truth.

.

No.

Wang Kunzhi suddenly realized that he had caught a glimpse of the bottom of the abyss.

What is that?

It doesn't matter anymore.

He drank his wine.

.

.

Internet.

To be honest, Xu Jiyang felt disappointed.

He wandered from nation to nation, acting as a ghost of the lost electron, and countless electrons converged for him, and he finally became the soul of the past.

He browsed the end of the internet.

When Sewatson rang the bell of doom.

Everything is like that, as it always has been.

Xu Jiyang stared coldly at the glamorous news, and the self-righteous exchanges at the forums of various countries.

Is there any difference between the past and the present?

The only difference is that people turn to live under the dome.

The truth will be buried forever.

Xu Jiyang accidentally saw the theatrical hit film of the Lost Earth, which is now no longer cared about.

"Under the Mist"

Sci-fi thriller movies.

In the future, the world is destroyed by a full-scale nuclear war, and the remnants of humanity have built a new home in the wasteland, a global regime "New World". Estrangement among countries, inter-ethnic discrimination still exists, terrorism is unprecedented, natural disasters are frequent, and social unrest is unstable. The main character, Andresen, lives in a bourgeois family in a coastal city, and the family is happy. However, Andresen is madly obsessed with a girl in the neighborhood, and he doesn't expect that he is gradually falling into madness......

Xu Jiyang tremblingly fast-forwards to the second half of the film, staring at the fog that engulfs the city......

He quickly turned off the film.

Xu Jiyang briefly flipped through the comments.

The movie is popular because it has changed the principle of the supremacy of special effects and the joyful family plot of the film, or rather, it is so real, cruel enough to make people nervous, and the background of the film is well in line with the society at this time.

The wonderful thing is that the moment when the movie just came off the production line is the moment when the doomsday bell rings.