When he opened the door, he was no longer greeted by his mirrored bedroom, but in an instant, he had a deep understanding of what hell on earth was.

The entire corridor was occupied by blood clots and maggots, which had been around for an unknown amount of time, had dried up on the ground, and had long since lost its original bright red color, and had turned into a crimson that was almost black. Blood-fed maggots multiplied all corners of the corridor, writhing their white and soft bodies, wriggling unconsciously, and even crawling onto the surface of his bare feet.

Feeling the strange touch coming from the skin on the surface of his feet, he looked down a little dazedly, just in time to see a maggot crawling on his foot at some point, and was about to get into the gap between his toes, and there were also several "naughty" little white maggots on the edge of the thin-bottomed flip-flops trying to land.

Although he is not very afraid of this kind of small insects, but he feels that disgusting is always inevitable, and when he thinks of which suspected human blood these insects are born from the blood, he feels very disgusted, and he can't help but raise his feet and shake them violently, I wanted to shake off the maggots on it, but I didn't expect to use too much force, and the flip-flops on my feet fell out directly, and I also fell backwards against the open bedroom door because of the loss of balance.

What is this!?

Ignoring the pain in his back, he leaned stiffly against the door, and because of this fall, his perspective shifted from the corridor back to the bedroom, only to realize that the bedroom, which had been normal just a minute ago, was now like a hell on earth—all but his own bed was covered with blood clots and maggots.

The stench of rotting blood wafted into his nose, and a feeling of fear grew in his heart, and finally, he couldn't stand the environment any longer, so he shivered and grabbed a pair of sneakers from the shoe rack by the door and put them on, and then ran frantically through the corridors, the stairs, and out of the dormitory building.

Taking a big gulp of the fresh air outside, the cold air in the morning went down the trachea into his lungs, making him feel a lot more awake. He turned around and looked at the door of the dormitory behind him, and after thinking about it, he dismissed the idea of going back to investigate—after all, no one wanted to go to a place like that again.

He raised his hand to press it to his chest, and the rhythm of his heart beat violently in his chest, and the faint sound of the morning breeze in his ears was in his ears. He didn't doubt at all that what he had just seen would be a dream, in fact, people would only wonder if it was reality in a dream, and no one would doubt whether it was a dream or not. He knew very well that he was awake now, that he was not hallucinating, and that he was not suffering from paranoia or any other mental illness, but it was precisely because he knew that all this seemed so strange and terrifying.

It's not an idea to stay here all the time, after all, since there is such a scene in the dormitory building, it means that it is no longer safe here, and it is so quiet that you can't hear the voice of another person at all. He had a bad premonition, and he hoped it wouldn't come true.

Downstairs in the dormitory, he picked out a worn-out bicycle - not because he didn't want to pick a good one, but because he couldn't open the lock of a good car - kicked over a few times and violently opened the rusty lock, he crouched down, ready to remove the broken lock.

Just when he just squatted down, the whole person was stunned in place, a sudden feeling swept through his body, cold sweat hair stood on his back, he had never felt like this, and he didn't know why this feeling suddenly appeared in his heart, but he was sure that what this feeling represented was definitely not a good thing, but an ominous sign.

After a while, the feeling faded before he dared to move again, and remembering the scene in the dormitory building and the chill down his spine just now, he felt more and more that the wind here was gusting—in fact, it was just a slightly cold morning breeze—full of strange feelings. So I didn't think much about it, turned over and rode the bicycle that I had just "stolen", and rode away with a "bang".

He searched the entire campus, the scene full of blood clots and maggots could be seen everywhere in the room, there was not a single living person in the entire campus, but no corpses were found, the strange silence made him very uncomfortable, the only sound he could hear was the sound of cicadas, which had made him sound extremely irritable on countless summer nights, but at this time it gave him a sense of reassurance, after all, this was the only sound he could hear now representing the existence of life.

More than an hour passed, and he walked through the entire campus and still didn't find anything useful. The hunger in his stomach reminded him that it was time to find something to eat, and thinking about what he had just found in the various supermarkets and stores of the school, he had to ride outside the school.

There was also a dead silence outside the campus, there was no sign of any living people, most of the shops on the roadside were closed, and the few who were not closed could see the scene of blood clots and maggots inside through the door. He passed by several small supermarkets one after another, but without exception, all the food was gone, and he could only take a few bottles of water to fill them first, mix them to fill up, and then hope that the large supermarkets would have something left to eat.

If you walk down this street, you will find the large supermarket, and there are no pedestrians on the road. Therefore, he no longer put his mind on the road, but just kept riding forward, thinking about what he had experienced.

It shows that he was inexplicably trapped in the dormitory, and the mirrored room where time stopped, and then finally came out of the room, but it was such a terrible sight. At least for the time being, he had reason to believe that there were no living people here, and that all of them were dead - as evidenced by the blood clots and maggots. He couldn't imagine what was going on here, and he couldn't tell if he was lucky or unlucky to be trapped in the dormitory where time had stopped.

After riding unconsciously for a long time, he realized that something was wrong, it seemed that he had ridden longer than the distance to the supermarket, but he didn't seem to see the supermarket? After some investigation, he realized that this was not his city. Or not the original, to be precise, his city.

He had no choice but to keep riding forward, hoping to find another supermarket. Probably God still favored him, and really let him find another supermarket, but this favor was also very limited, just found the supermarket, and still found nothing.

However, he came across another living person in the supermarket.

In fact, he is not a very assertive person, and he has no outstanding merits in terms of ability. So, when he found out that he had companions to rely on, he joined them with little hesitation. So, he had two companions, and the leader of the team was a strong man named Wolf Fang, and the other was an inconspicuous woman named Mo Li.

In the animal world, the weak have an instinctive surrender and fear of the strong, and in fact, the same is true for humans. It's just that in the civilized world, the definition of the strong has more criteria such as money, power, knowledge, strategy, etc., and in this place where danger and murder are hidden, the only criterion is the ability to save life.

After spending a long time together, he knew very well that the man called Wolf Fang had a strong force and a real mind, and here, these two things were not only an ability, but also a powerful weapon, and under the combined effect of these two, he could build an incomparably strong survivability - only provided that these two weapons would not be aimed at him.

Before the potential danger is officially exposed, these two weapons are the greatest danger in his eyes.

So when the man called Wolffang asked him if he wanted to go along, he chose to refuse.

In fact, he has been hesitating, he doesn't know whether his choice is right or wrong, he is a person who has no opinions, because he is afraid to make his own choice. Even if the person he follows makes the wrong choice, then at least someone shares the mistake with him, right? But if he made his own choice, if the choice was wrong, no one could share the consequences with him.

But he watched the van go away, and the weight of the food in his hand made him feel so heavy that he almost couldn't hold it. Is your choice the right one? If you don't consider whether the wolf's fang's ability brings protection or danger, at least the person named Mo Li is more like a partner than the teammate he chose behind him, don't think about it, there is no way back

But even if he warned himself not to think about it anymore, for a period of time after that, he couldn't help but choose again in his heart countless times, and tried his best to convince himself that he had not made a wrong choice countless times. Even if the man named Wang Guoen made him withhold his food, even if the woman named Chen Yun was too cowardly and no longer fit the type he liked, even if his uneasy feeling became stronger and stronger, even if he questioned his choice more and more at that time! He didn't make a wrong choice, even if there were so many drawbacks, it was not as dangerous as that wolf's fang! Right! It must be like this! Definitely, yes

He had been deceiving himself in this way, even when he was in a desperate situation on the rooftop, but it was not until he was almost killed and killed two people in a rebellion that he finally realized that he could no longer deceive himself.

He made the wrong choice, and he had to pay the price.

Just when he was already desperate, it was like a divine soldier descending from the sky, and three people appeared in his field of vision.

"Big Brother Wolf Fang! Brother Lin Ya! Save me! Help me! ”

He subconsciously called out for help to them, but only to those he felt would help him. When the cry for help came out, he realized that he actually had a heart that could not be more utilitarian. He's already killed two people for his life, hasn't he? But what could he do? He is also helpless! He suddenly remembered a sentence he had seen before, and in order to live, no matter what a person does, he can be forgiven.

In order to survive, no matter what people do, they can be forgiven.

This phrase kept ringing in his head, as if a demon was bewitching him in his ear and trying to pull him into purgatory. He didn't even know when he stretched out his hand, and he knew that he only realized what he had done when he saw Mo Li rushing forward in front of his eyes.

Ran down the stairs by Lin Ya's back, the bumps in his body were not as good as the shock of his heart, he didn't know what he was thinking, his mind was chaotic, and a voice said That's it, she's a useless person anyway, if she dies, the skill delays the speed of the mouse catching up, and you just fill her vacant position, you are just to survive, if she doesn't die, she won't let you go; Another voice said that she gave you food, that she was looking for someone to save you, that she was your benefactor, but you killed her, you killed her, you killed her, you killed her

Until he saw Mo Li appear in front of him again, he actually felt a sense of relief, he never knew that he would become such a terrible person, he didn't know that he had such an ugly heart.

When he was alone with her, he couldn't help but cry out in his heart! Get revenge on me! This world is like this, the law of the jungle eats the strong, hurts others to satisfy myself, I just failed, then I just accept your revenge, everyone is just the same person!

However, he didn't expect that what he ushered in was not revenge, but

"I believe that the ones you did were bad decisions because of the fear of death, and I would like to believe that if you were given a second chance, you wouldn't do it again."

Why should you trust me? I killed someone! Am I not a bad person? How can you trust me? How can you forgive me?

He wanted to ask, but he couldn't, he wanted to cry, but he couldn't shed tears, why did she tell him that he believed when he didn't believe in himself?

After that, he kept thinking, is he a good person? But he couldn't think of an answer. He just followed his instincts step by step, and he also followed his instincts to follow her side.

The answer he couldn't find in his heart, maybe he could in her.

When he stretched out his hand, he didn't have time to think, the pain in his body told him that death was coming, but he only thought about buying her a little more time to leave, even if it was only for a second.

"Let's go! Come on! ”

He heard himself shouting, but the bite in his throat made it hard for him to even yell.

She saved his life, and now she's giving her back.

He shoved her, and now he pulled her.

His consciousness gradually blurred, the feeling of pain was slowly dulled, and his eyes were foggy, and he felt that he no longer had the strength to support his body.

A second before he fell, he found the answer he wanted.

In order to survive, no matter what people do, they can be forgiven.

It's just that what we can't do after all is to forgive ourselves.