The morning sun was a little bright and white, and it was dizzy. Before his eyes could adjust to the light, the howl of a beast sounded in his ears. Yang Xiaohai, who was still a little angry about getting up, instantly returned to reality.

Glancing at the door of the house with palpitations, Yang Xiaohai unwillingly twisted the faucet again. Even if you turn the switch to the maximum, there will be no water after all. Not only that, but even the sound of sobbing disappeared.

The eyes are hot and painful, and they are covered by eye feces, so they really shouldn't be hard......

He squinted and walked to the living room, smearing a few handfuls in the basin before the stinging pain gradually subsided. Stretch your waist, shake your neck, and light a cigarette; After a series of actions, Yang Xiaohai's brain finally turned on slowly.

Last night, after dealing with the stuttering indiscriminately, Yang Xiaohai devoted all his energy to unlimited Internet surfing, throwing all the distractions of the waves, and getting carried away with the waves. When I couldn't stand it anymore, I crawled into the bedroom. I thought I would sleep in the dark after staying up late, but I didn't think about it, but I still got up early.

Standing in the living room, looking around at the pots and pans all over the place, Yang Xiaohai felt a little self-satisfied - if it weren't for his foresight, he didn't know what to be crazy about now? How good it is now, sparkling, and comfortable to watch!

Walk to the kitchen and look out through the glass window. The sky was still low, not pitch black, but it was also gray and oppressive. There was dead silence downstairs, not even a ghost. In the distance, the smoke-spewing portals stopped burning and turned into holes in black holes. Thanks to these non-verbal evidences, he was able to distinguish the difference between fantasy and reality.

After renewing a cigarette, Yang Xiaohai stared downstairs in a daze: "There was a fire, someone died, but it didn't alarm the black clothes?" Is the surveillance all over the street all decorations? As long as you are not stupid, you know that something big has happened, so why doesn't anyone pay attention to it? Could it be that we have been abandoned? Or is it just me? Yang Xiaohai turned on his almost frozen brain, trying to come up with a reasonable explanation.

"No one can see it, are they hiding at home, or are they all tired of running away? I don't know anything! It seems that those violent guys can't run fast. Would you like to go downstairs and have a look? The elevator is not insured, I still take the stairs better. If you're careful, push the guy at the door out of the way and run downstairs......"

Chaotic thoughts come and go, and it's hard to choose. Yang Xiaohai, who was thinking, stood in front of the window, his eyes scanning back and forth in the empty street. As a result, the door of a unit on the opposite high-rise quietly opened under the watchful eye.

The door of the unit was first exposed, and then two people quickly rushed out. Yang Xiaohai immediately came to the spirit. He took a big puff of cigarette and looked down.

The first to rush out was a man in his 60s. Although the temples are gray, they are still very agile and fast. The black down jacket was open and untied, holding an iron pipe in his hand, showing his fierce spirit.

He was followed by a young man in his 20s. Compared to the person in front of him, he was much inferior. Not only is his hands empty, but his head is still spinning around. The young man followed very closely, and he followed one step at a time, almost clinging to the old man's back.

"Master Zhang and his father!" Yang Xiaohai, the two people who jumped out of the unit door, happened to know each other. The young one is Master Zhang, who specializes in dredging sewer pipes and waterproofing. A very kind and honest person. Some family assets, but all they earn is hard-earned money. is more than seven meters tall, and he is very strong, but his personality is a little soft.

In front of him is his father, who is also a kind person. Yang Xiaohai went downstairs to buy things, and occasionally ran into them. They are all neighbors, and they don't see each other when they look up, so they are familiar.

Master Zhang lives with his father. I heard that Master Zhang recently had a partner, and he was in a happy and sweet moment, but he caught up with this strange situation. I don't know how the two of them survived yesterday.

Yang Xiaohai's kung fu of smoking a cigarette made Master Zhang's situation simple. But people don't just stand and wait for you to reminisce about the past.

Zhang's father walked out of the unit door, first trotted silently for a few steps, and then quickly turned around in place. Looking at that stance, it's obviously observing. All around was silent, almost dead silent. After a slight pause, Lao Zhang immediately ran away somewhere.

Master Zhang, who was following closely, stretched out his arm with one hand and pointed straight in the direction of his father's advance.

"Drip"! Crisp electronic sounds echoed in the empty quarter, sounding harsh.

"By the way, Master Zhang has a half-cut!" Yang Xiaohai remembered that Master Zhang had a small car that worked to pull goods.

"It's good to still have a car. Just go, escape! Yang Xiaohai slowly exhaled the smoke in his lungs and muttered slightly pantothenic.

Old Master Zhang opened the co-pilot door, and Master Zhang had already arrived first, sitting in the driver's seat and waiting for him.

Yang Xiaohai clenched his fists and looked at the two of them: "Let's go, let's go, it's better to go anywhere than to be stuck here and not moving!" ”

"Boom ......" the short an brand truck proudly opened its voice. Yang Xiaohai, who was on the roof of the building, seemed to see Master Zhang's relieved smile when he was about to be relieved.

Yang Xiaohai pursed his lips, pulled the ashtray beside him, and sparked the short cigarette butt. Looking back, things have changed!

First, a man with his hands stretched out quickly ran from the back of the car. The man climbed into the trunk behind the car in a strange posture.

Before Yang Xiaohai could react, a large group of people suddenly poured out from all directions.

They surrounded the "short security" car. Rush to the car. The pale arm scratched the car door, and the "creaking" sound never stopped. His forehead hit the window, and countless arms reached through the broken window.

Yang Xiaohai vaguely saw an iron rod waving, but was soon blocked by the stacked figures. Heart-rending screams, car horns, engine roars, and crowd roars all sounded together, making the dead and silent community instantly noisy.

As the sound flew, more figures emerged in the distance.

Master Zhang was torn by many hands, and half of his body was already pulled out of the car window. The door never opened, causing the upper body to stick out of the car, but the lower body to remain inside. Master Zhang wailed and pushed weakly. Those people didn't pay attention to it, they just scratched and gnawed. A guy pulled Master Zhang's head hard, and he stopped struggling completely.

On the shelves of the "short security" car, Master Zhang was dragged out of the cab. The iron rod in his hand has long since disappeared. Lao Zhang was lying on his back on the shelf, and a thin figure that was difficult to distinguish between men and women was scratching repeatedly on it.

Seeing this, Yang Xiaohai's stomach twitched violently again. He suppressed and restrained, and swallowed back the hot stream that had reached his throat. The number of people downstairs is still increasing, and they are all frantically flocking to the "Short An" brand truck.

watched the tragedy happen, but there was nothing to be done. As a bystander, Yang Xiaohai couldn't help but recall the "Animal Origin" he watched when he was a child: a group of hyenas surrounded a lone baby elephant, and as a result, the show had to be mosaic.

On the top floor of the 17th floor, Yang Xiaohai was able to temporarily ensure his safety. Chilling, he fell back into his chair, gasping for air. Compared to yesterday, when I was scared and vomited, today's situation is already good. The stomach was still tumbling, but it didn't vomit again. To be honest, he really couldn't afford to vomit. Although there is still food, water is expensive! Compared with the Zhang family father and son, who have a car, weapons and are physically strong, Yang Xiaohai, who is short and thin, can breathe at home, and is already much luckier than the old Zhang father and son!

"The company's leaders will not ignore the chaos, I will protect myself first, and then observe and observe." At this point, the idea of "going out to explore" was completely thrown out of the clouds.

After making up his mind, Yang Xiaohai curled up his body as much as possible. If he could, he really wanted to stuff himself into some inconspicuous crevice, hide forever, and never come out again.

For senior otaku, as long as there is a net and can sustain life, it is not difficult to hide for a lifetime. But the fear of the unknown is really terrifying.

In the uneasy and frightened, Yang Xiaohai suffered second by second, until the abnormal sound in his ears disappeared and calmed down, and then he had the courage to secretly stretch out his head and look down.

As far as the eye can see, except for the shocking large dark red, lonely parked "Short An" brand truck, there is no one. It seems that the murderous nightmare just now is really an illusory dream. People, after all, are the most adaptable creatures. Even if the same kind dies tragically, after seeing it a few times, there is a little resistance. After withstanding the initial discomfort, Yang Xiaohai, who was idle and panicked and had nothing to do, sat back in front of the computer.

Human inertia is very strong, and Yang Xiaohai, who was immersed in information bombardment, quickly forgot time and forgot the surrounding environment.

Yang Xiaohai drank tea and reached for a cigarette. A soft neutral is ignited. This New Year's window tobacco was sucked hard and then gently spit out. As the smoke drifted through the bedroom. Although I smoked two packs of Xijing yesterday, although my lungs hurt a little now, although most of the remaining packets are all tobacco; But, what about him?

Before you know it, hours have passed. Yang Xiaohai stretched his waist and looked into the distance.

In the "Yipin Linhai" community, a 17-storey, three-unit high-rise residential building stands tall. One of the 17th floors is the only home of Yang Xiaohai, the inheritance of his parents.

The buildings are surrounded by multi-storey residential buildings with only six floors. Living on the top floor of a high-rise that stands out from the crowd comes with the widest view.

Usually when he is tired of playing on the computer, Yang Xiaohai will look at the green mountains in the distance. After seeing the pride of the mountains at a glance, he slowly withdrew his gaze and landed in the community at his feet. After all the scenery has been seen, he will reluctantly leave the window.

The reason for this is because he has no friends, let alone a relationship. Such a distant view can give him the illusion of transcendence. At least at this time, he can forget about reality, don't pay attention to his height of 145, and don't have to worry about a useless life.