In June of Xuanguo, the scorching sun flowed fire.

In the depths of Qinlong Mountain, in an unfinished villa area, one of which covers an area of fifty acres of manor villas, a group of people are busy sweating.

"Brother Chen, the props are all alive, you can take a look again."

In the huge basement, a yellow-haired young man with an earring handed over a stack of printer paper.

Solar panels – 2000 sq. m

Biohazard suits - 1,200 sets

Medical oxygen concentrator - 5 sets

Compressed biscuits – 1000 boxes

……

Toilet paper – 500 boxes

20 inch high-power electric chain saw - 20 sets

Ear picks - 20 sets

Chen Mo checked it very carefully, and it took him a full hour before he nodded with satisfaction.

"No problem."

He patted Huang Mao on the shoulder, "It's been hard for you this time, Xiao Zhou." ”

Half a month's hard work finally got Chen Mo's nod, and Xiao Zhou finally breathed a sigh of relief, it is really not easy to serve this great director of the entertainment industry.

Xiao Zhou raised his hand and wiped the sweat on his face, "Yes, brother, if you say anything, we must be clear." ”

A rare smile appeared on Chen Mo's face with a rare expression.

"Well, I'm not polite to you," I probably had to trouble the other party during this time.

"Done!" Xiao Zhou grinned, "Let's be on call!" ”

When Xiao Zhou led a group of people away, Chen Mo took a turn in the renovated basement again, and the full of supplies and special equipment finally gave him a sense of security.

The next thing here is easy to do, it is nothing more than installation and commissioning, and there will be no mistakes if Xiao Zhou is staring at it.

Building a real scene is not a difficult task for a professional like Xiao Zhou, although his request this time is more outrageous, but after all, the identity is here, and no one dares to deal with it.

Seeing that there was nothing to worry about, Chen Mo drove down the mountain.

The winding mountain road is a two-way single lane, but there are almost no cars in Qinlongshan during the week, and you can go down the mountain in 30 minutes.

The car drove until it reached a fight gym before stopping.

Chen Mo practiced for two hours before he went downstairs, the sky was already dark, and it was time to go home.

Yingchun community is the first generation of the community built in the last era, the building does not even have an exterior façade, it is all gray cement color, and every household has a C-shaped grille anti-theft net installed on the window sill.

There is no elevator in this kind of community, and the sensor light will naturally not be a human sensor.

Boom!

Stomping his foot hard, the voice-activated light instantly illuminated the corridor.

After climbing the fifth floor, the soreness of the thigh muscles became more intense, and the good mood obtained from taking stock of materials immediately disappeared without a trace.

"It's really unreliable to cramming Buddha feet temporarily, even if you practice for another half a month, it is estimated that it will return to the level of ordinary people."

When I opened the door, there was a small living room, which had not even a decent piece of furniture except for a workbench with a computer and a pile of books.

This house is obviously not worthy of Chen Mo's current identity.

In fact, this is also true.

This is the old house he used to live in, and he kept it for several years, until he came back by chance half a month ago, and then decided to live there.

After a brief wash, he went straight to the work desk and sat down.

After closing his eyes and resting for a while, he turned on the computer and began to browse some of the essence posts of the gods related to survival in the wilderness and doomsday evacuation.

The room was excessively quiet until there was a sound of the door closing upstairs.

"It's finally back." Chen Mo looked up at the yellowed ceiling and continued to devote himself to studying.

Buzz –

00:00

The smartwatch vibrates on time.

Chen Mo's eyes froze, and his mouse quickly moved to a folder called Scripts, and then selected the document called "New Drama: Predicting the End" from more than a dozen scripts.

[Protagonist: Gu Qingshang]

[Gender: Female]

[Age: 23 years old]

[Occupation: Ski Instructor]

Chen Mo swiped down expressionlessly, and the page slid until the "Synopsis" heading stopped.

Version 1: [On June 30th, the end came, Gu Qingshang didn't know anything, and was ready to go to work as usual, before she walked to the fourth floor, the door of 401 suddenly opened, Gu Qingshang didn't have time to turn around, severe pain hit, and she died. 】

Notes: 401 - Danger

Version 2: [On June 30th, the end came, Gu Qingshang turned on the TV and found that there was no signal, and the same was true for her mobile phone, through the window, she found that the community was foggy and frighteningly quiet, and she decided to stay at home and not go anywhere. 】

[On the night of June 30, Gu Qingshang fell asleep in fear and never woke up again. 】

Version 3: [On June 30th, the dawn broke, Gu Qingshang stayed in the car and stayed awake all night, at 6 o'clock, the mobile phone lost signal, the car broadcast only the sound of electricity, and a thick white fog suddenly rose outside the glass window. 】

[She walked into the fog, and after three minutes, her breathing became difficult, she was dizzy, and she lost consciousness. 】

"Note: Mysterious White Mist Characteristic 1: Can it lead to respiratory failure and hypoxia? Highly toxic? 》

Version 4: [June 30th,......]

Version 5......

Eventually, the page stuck on the last version.

Version 14: [At 6 o'clock in the morning on June 30, the fog of doom came as scheduled, Gu Qingsheng was fully protected, and he hid in the cellar of his hometown with an oxygen mask and did not go out. 】

[On the night of July 10, Gu Qingshang took off his protective clothing and walked out of the cellar, and the fog of doom had disappeared. 】

[She found that there were lights near the village, which was the third uncle's house. 】

[She snooped carefully and found that everything was as usual, and she was puzzled. 】

[The third uncle found her and invited her to dinner together. 】

[She didn't notice anything unusual and asked about the fog, and the third uncle laughed and bit off her head. 】

[She's dead.] 】

"Notes: How can you eat an adult woman's head in one bite?" 》

The cursor flickered on the screen, as if he was breathing, and as if he was urging Chen Mo to write the next plot.

Chen Mo took a deep breath and put his hand on the keyboard, but he never typed a single letter.

His eyes widened, and he didn't look like he was thinking, more like he was waiting for something.

Another minute passed.

Chen Mo's body subconsciously tensed, and lines of text appeared strangely in his field of vision.

But! His fingers didn't move at all!

[The number of simulations has been refreshed, and the number of simulations can be 1/1 today]

【Start Simulation ......】

[At six o'clock in the morning on June 30, the fog of doom fell as scheduled, and you lived in the cellar for 11 days]

Bang Bang – The slender fingers placed on the keyboard move quickly and make a series of snapping sounds.

[At eight o'clock in the evening of July 10th, the fog completely disappeared, and you found that the lights were on at the third uncle's house. 】

[You took the initiative to come to the third uncle's house, and the third uncle was very enthusiastic when he saw you. 】

[You took out a knife and slashed at the neck of the third uncle, and the third uncle splashed your blood. 】

[You walked into the yard and hacked the dog that wagged its tail at you, walked into the room and hacked the second aunt who was resting in bed]

[There is no one in the third uncle's family who can let you cut, you decide to leave]

[When you return to the living room, you find that the third uncle is walking in with his head in his arms, and as soon as he sees you, the third uncle warmly invites you to eat together]

[You cut down the third uncle and escaped from the room. 】

You rushed into the sea of blood. 】

You are losing consciousness in the struggle. 】

You're dead. 】

[The simulation is over, the number of simulations on this day is consumed, and it will be refreshed the next day]

Chen Mo didn't record the last sentence, and when the words that appeared in his field of vision faded silently as they came, he began to revise the information he had just recorded.

He was extremely slow to revise, often pausing for more than ten minutes.

When the final change is made, the time displayed in the upper right corner of the screen is ......

Wednesday 15 June 01:41

Chen Mo's tense body slowly relaxed, putting the weight of the whole person on the back of the chair, his fingers kept kneading the frowning brows, and let out a heavy sigh.

"Another wasted ......"