The sound of typing echoed in the room, and a young man in a hooded plush pajamas was sitting in front of the computer and passionately aligning with his teammates.

"Knock knock" There was a sudden knock on the door, which may have just interrupted the inspiration in his mind, and the movements of his hands stopped abruptly, and then the young man turned around, and under the slightly curly broken hair was a pale and emaciated face, and the sharp eyebrows and eyes showed a bit of handsomeness. While muttering to someone, he got up and was about to open the door, passing by the living room that had not been cleaned for a few days, and the TV was still noisy, "...... Why did you leave me and the child behind! You ....."

The young man's name is Lin Zifeng, he started to live alone after graduating from university, and he did not choose to go to various companies for interviews, but relied on his ability to take on some small projects on the Internet for a living. Although there is not much money, it is enough for one person to have a good time, and most of the rest of the time is spent playing and exercising. The height of 1.83 meters, combined with proper exercise on weekdays, makes him look thin, but his physique is actually quite good. Just like now, there is no elevator in the seven-story attic of the rented apartment, and the water and food that I drink and eat on weekdays are brought up by myself in one go.

When he heard the news on TV, he couldn't help but turn his head to look out the window, and vaguely heard the sound of people coming and going outside, which was no different from usual, but seemed to be a little more anxious than before. "Knock knock, knock knock!" The knock at the door began to hurry, as if it was beginning to be impatient.

"Who? Come on, come on, don't knock. Lin Zifeng, who was distracted again, shook his head, and hurriedly ran to open the door for the people outside the house. Sure enough, after opening the door, a little guy in black overalls handed him a package, "Your courier, hurry up next time?" It's very hard for me to climb up" After speaking, he suddenly turned around and coughed a few times, then turned back to ask Lin Zifeng to sign, and then turned around and went downstairs.

Lin Zifeng took the package into the living room, but found that it was a few boxes of medicines that he bought on Pinxixi, which were anti-inflammatory and fever-reducing. Looking at the unwrapped package, he suddenly thought of the courier who coughed just now, it wouldn't be such a coincidence, right? I can't help but think of the unknown flu that I have seen on the Internet in the past few days, which is said to be very contagious, and I have always had a good physique, so there should be no problem with the flu. Thinking about it but I couldn't help laughing, I was too grassy and woody, since I knew that there was such a thing, I said that there was nothing but I seemed to go downstairs less often, and now I just have to worry about seeing people coughing, really.

Time passed quickly, the evening fire clouds were like beating flames, and the pedestrians on the road were still in a hurry, and occasionally a few dry coughs came from whose body, but they were also like stones falling into a pond, and as the ripples dissipated, they quickly sank to the bottom.

Lin Zifeng is still happily playing games, he doesn't have any work these days, it's like this all day, he doesn't feel bored when he loves to play since he was a child, but occasionally he thinks about whether it would be better if he found a girlfriend again.

The battle was fierce in the game, but he suddenly felt dizzy and dizzy, and he felt like vomiting. What's going on? Could it be that you have been playing for too long? Lin Zifeng endured the discomfort and played for a few more minutes, but the feeling of discomfort became even stronger, he took off the headphones and wanted to stand up, but suddenly felt his legs go weak for a while, fell on the bed next to him, and fainted.

The night soon enveloped the world, there was no light in the room, and the man on the bed closed his eyes, but he muttered something in his mouth, and sometimes twitched a few times in pain. After I don't know how long, he finally woke up, but he still felt dizzy, as if his body had been drained of energy, and he felt what noodles were like. "I'm so hungry, I have to get up and eat something, and take some medicine," Lin Zifeng struggled to get up, and slowly walked out of the bedroom to the kitchen by holding on to the wall, where all kinds of bucket noodles, ham sausages, and side dishes were piled up in the corner. After filling his stomach a little, and finally gaining some strength, he went back to the living room and quickly stuffed a few pills that were still on the coffee table, and then slumped down on the sofa again.

Maybe the physical discomfort was still there, or the natural sleepiness after being full of wine and food, he fell asleep again. The TV was still on, because I was usually home alone, and it was the only way to get other sounds in the house, and I couldn't hear what they were saying, but it felt noisy, noisy.......

For the next few days, Lin Zifeng was in such a state, his head seemed to be filled with sand, and the shaking of his body would make it rustle, heavy and irritable. His body has been having a fever, which may have broken through 39 degrees, and no matter how many antipyretic pills he has taken, it still has no effect. Every time he woke up briefly, all he could feel was the hunger in his belly and the increasingly silent world outside the window, as if he was suddenly the only one who existed. He didn't care if there was anything going on outside, so he could only switch back and forth between looking for something to eat and being asleep.

This damn flu, after saying that, fell asleep again.

Lin Zifeng seemed to have a dream, in the dream he was walking alone on the empty street, and the scenery around him seemed to have seen it somewhere, but he had no impression at all, familiar and unfamiliar. He walked and walked and walked, and suddenly, everywhere there was a raging fire, and the flames roared around him like raging beasts. He panicked and tried to escape, but found that all roads were blocked, and he could only watch his body being swallowed up little by little.

Pain, an irrepressible tingling sensation, Lin Zifeng rolled on the ground, trying to extinguish the flames on his body. His body was getting more and more painful and hotter, and no matter how much he struggled, it seemed to be to no avail, and it was about to consume his entire body. I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die!

In the dark room, Lin Zifeng opened his eyes violently, and his whole body seemed to have been soaked in water. The loose shredded hair was also glued together, and locks were attached to his forehead. "Whew, whew", he gasped heavily, his mind still remembered the scene from the dream just now, the sting of being burned by the flames, still deeply imprinted in his memory.

After sitting on the sofa and resting for a while, Lin Zifeng finally felt better, wanted to get up and find some water to drink, and found that his physical strength seemed to have recovered a lot. "Well, it seems that I only have nightmares when I am not feeling well, but now I should be getting better, my body is really tenacious." Lin Zifeng couldn't help but think narcissistically. The room was dark, and he reached out to grope slowly on the coffee table, and suddenly felt a pain in his fingers, but he accidentally touched the knife that was placed there to open the courier. The fingers are a little slippery, I guess it's bleeding, but it's not very serious, and now I'm very thirsty, and it's a serious thing to find some water to drink. After fumbling for a long time, he finally touched the water cup, picked it up and drank the rest of the water in one go. Then, leaning back on the couch again.

It was also pitch black outside the window, and it seemed that he could vaguely hear some rustling sound, but Lin Zifeng didn't think much about it, just lay there and empty his brain. How long have you been asleep? Or how long have you been sick? The only memory of these days in my mind is waking up from a coma, then looking for something to eat, looking for water to drink, and the living room is now full of packaging bags that I dropped while eating. Thinking about it, he suddenly realized a problem, turned his head sharply, and stared at the night outside the window without a trace of light. He wanted to go over and take a look, but he didn't move his steps for a long time, as if he was worried about something, is it the same at night? After a while, he suddenly got up and ran into the bedroom, and casually pressed the switch of the light in the bedroom, and the room was as bright as ever. He breathed a sigh of relief, and wanted to laugh a little, feeling that he was a little nervous just now, in the middle of the night, isn't it normal to be dark and quiet?

Skillfully enter the computer password to turn on, the time in the lower right corner of the desktop shows that it is May 12, 20xx, but he remembers that the day he picked up the express delivery was May 8th, did he spend four days so long in a groggy state? Open QQ and want to go up to see if your friend is there, but it keeps showing up loading, and the network seems to have a problem. "Damn, that's unlucky, isn't it? Could it be that a sick person burned the network cable? I knew that I wouldn't have used this net, and there was a problem at a critical moment, really! Throwing the mouse aside, Lin Zifeng lay on the high-priced gaming chair, and remembered his mobile phone that he didn't know where he lost it. By the way, I have a mobile phone, but what about my mobile phone? He rummaged around the house like a wild dog gouging, and finally found his old phone that had been used for several years under the quilt. Because he is usually alone, he is always connected on the Internet for work and everything, and he is becoming more and more withdrawn, and he has no one to call at all. The only remaining contacts are also his parents in his hometown and a friend who has played since childhood, Yuan Yiding, whom he calls gardener. As soon as I picked up my phone, I found that there were dozens of missed calls and more than a dozen unread messages on my phone, all of which belonged to parents and gardeners.

"Son, how are you doing these days? Are you sick? ”

"Son, I watch on TV that this virus spreads very quickly, and you haven't answered our calls, are you too busy at work?"

"Son, you ........"

The next few were all sent by the gardener, "Brother Feng, don't go out these days, I don't feel right" "I bought a lot of food, do you want it?" If you want, I'll send it to you, I don't know if I can send it in the next few days, I have a lot of people here who are sick" "Brother Feng..."Lin Zifeng looked at the text messages of his parents and good friends, as well as the dozens of missed calls, and felt a kind of uneasiness in his heart, didn't he say that it was just a large-scale spread of the flu? Why does it seem to be more serious than you think? Has something changed? At this moment, Lin Zifeng suddenly heard a strange sound coming from the living room, as if someone was knocking on the door.

"Bang, bang, bang..."