The alarm sounded. Ryan got up, his foot on the vomit, and nearly slipped. He wiped the corners of his mouth and eyes, and stumbled forward.

He jumped onto the roof and ran towards the borders of the ark. He crossed over to the top of the buildings and saw the cameras on the road pointing at him one after another, and the bracelet's prompt was displayed in front of him in highlighted holographic text: Ryan 3-E-537, stop, stop!

He ran away in disregard, the bracelet vibrating violently, and the red light on it kept flashing. Ryan smashed the bracelet into a metal pipe, with a crisp sound, his wrist went numb, leaving a mark on the pipe, but the bracelet was unharmed, Ryan hit several more times in succession like crazy, blood flowed from his wrist, but the bracelet was still intact.

A burst of electricity was released, and Ryan screamed, clutching his arms and falling to the roof. He bit the corner of his uniform, tore it hard, and almost broke his teeth, only to tear a gap, and Ryan gritted his teeth, and finally tore off a strip of cloth and wrapped it between his wrist and the bracelet.

The bracelet was still vibrating, and a sour feeling came, Ryan's left arm was completely numb, and there was only one thought in his mind: run, run!

Finally came to the entrance and exit of the air dome wall, and Ryan slipped into it.

The red light on the bracelet was still flashing, Ryan covered his mouth and nose, looked around, and silently thought in his heart: Here, please let them be here!

Sure enough, he found it. The lead cloak and rubber mask, and even the lead cloth around the bracelet, were neatly placed in a corner not far from the entrance, as if they were waiting for him there.

Ryan hurriedly put on his cloak and wrapped his bracelet, and sure enough, the bracelet stopped moving. Ryan fell to the wall, gasping and tightening his mask with trembling hands.

The entrance and exit of the air dome wall was lifted, and someone entered.

They wore oxygen masks, turned on the searchlights above their heads, and searched around.

They looked cautious, and one of them said, "Are you sure, got here?" ”

Another said, "It's going to be here." ”

"How is it possible, don't die?"

"Who knows, probably insane, you know, people who have mental problems, tend to be like this."

"Yes, this kind of stupid guy is really a headache, catch him, but you have to treat him well."

Ryan clung to the wall above them, his cloak covering his body, his hands picking at the tiny protrusions between the concrete joints, like a gecko.

The two people below walked tremblingly, touching their bodies from time to time, as if they were chilling. One raised the instrument in his hand and said, "Strange, the signal of the bracelet has also disappeared." ”

"yes, how can this be, has it been cleared?"

"Probably, someone from the Security Administration has already arrived,—— so let's go, hurry in, and don't even wear an isolation gown."

"yes, I'm not feeling well anymore."

The two got out, and Ryan fell off the wall with a whim, his hands and feet numb.

Ryan slowly moved to the entrance and exit of the air film wall, lifted the layers of air film curtains and looked out, only to see that the road had been blocked, several black mobile devices were parked at the intersection, drones were flying in the sky, and people wearing security authority uniforms were standing around.

Ryan leaned against the air film wall and looked up, only to see the faint light of the vents on the exterior wall, lit up in a high place.

In the mezzanine between the air film wall and the exterior wall, there were some mechanical equipment and appliances left behind by the construction team, and Ryan found a nail gun and a long rope. Ryan tied the long rope to the nail gun and shot it upward, the nail was fixed to the outer wall, Ryan pulled the rope, tied it around his waist, and then shook his hands and feet and climbed up.

The exterior wall was rough, straight up and down, and Ryan could only use the protruding concrete particles and steel ends, and as for the rope around his waist, it was just a nail, and Ryan only hoped that it would provide a little cushion in case he fell, so that he would not fall into meat sauce.

Halfway through the climb, Ryan felt that he was about to lose his bearing, and his hands and feet were trembling slightly.

He said to himself: go out or die.

After a while, the phrase became: either die of exhaustion or fall to death.

After a while, he didn't think about anything but this: crawl, crawl.

When his fingers finally caught the edge of the vent, Ryan lay half on the vent, his legs drooping, and it took a moment to climb up.

Outside, the sun was setting.

He stood in the vent, looking fixedly at the red glow that stained the sky, how many times he had sat on the roof, imagining what this color would look like, and now he saw it with his own eyes, and still couldn't move.

The wind was blowing, and tears ran down the corners of his eyes and into the rubber mask.

He took a deep breath, straightened his cloak, goggles, and mask, spread his arms, and jumped.

Ryan tugged at the sides of his cloak and felt like he was flying towards the red.

The ground was getting closer and closer, the wind was howling fiercely in his ears, and Ryan's heart was empty, and for a moment, he felt dead, and it was nothing.

The cloak glided far against the ground, and Ryan's feet touched the ground, and the huge inertia caused him to roll on the ground a few times. Seconds later, he opened his eyes and was still alive.

He glanced at the ark standing there, turned around, and walked toward the crimson sky.

He didn't know where he was going, and he had nowhere to go on this lonely planet.

He just remembered the look in her eyes when he rejected her. There was no disappointment in that look, no anger, just a calm, and there was something else in that calm, which he didn't understand at the time, and now that he thinks about it, maybe it's pity one by one.

She didn't erase his memory, she left the cloak and mask where they were, and she knew as if he might use them.

Why is she merciful? Why does she know?

What is she pitying? What does she know?

He didn't know where she was, he just remembered that they had been walking forward since they came out of that vent.

As the sky grew darker and the stars rose, he looked blankly at all the directions he had ever known in his life as the circular path of the ark.

The smell of rubber was still so strong, and breathing was still so hard, he almost forgot that he couldn't survive outside of this ark.

But there was no choice, he couldn't go back, he didn't know what it was.

What is RECYCLE, what has he eaten since he was a child?

He couldn't help but retch.

He fell to his knees, his stomach churning, he couldn't vomit, but he still couldn't suppress the surging physiological reaction. Tears filled his eyes, dripping on the goggles, and his eyes were foggy, and he cried out in this fog, crying out of breath.

He lay on his back on the ground, the starry sky in front of him silently looking at him, insignificant, boundless, as if his venting and pain just now had been absorbed and did not cause any waves. No matter how he cries, no one can hear it in this vast universe, and no one can hear it in this dead and silent land.

His fingers touched the dirt, which was cold and hard.

Tears rolled down his eyes again.

Yes, on this dead lone star, what is the little question of a small creature, it is nothing more than a bunch of chemicals, it is just some insignificant neuronal reflex.

When those chemical reactions stop, the currents in those neurons stop stirring, and all of this is gone.

If you die and are slowly carried away by the wind and become one with the earth, is it also recycled?

— But, however, it was as if he saw the child's eyes looking back at him, eyes he could never forget.

Also, his child, his child who was still in Jasmine's womb, he was so young, he was just moving.......

The sharp blades rose and fell in his heart, and if he had an amnestic pill at this time, he would definitely eat it without hesitation!

He finally understood what Lao Ding had been talking about: Sometimes, it's better not to know than to know.

He slowly flipped over in a daze, slowly getting up.

It may be much better to be a silent clay stone, but why is it so unwilling and painful?

It's nothing if he dies, but it's this unwillingness, this pain, that drives him to go on.