Zhou Nan has fantasized about his death many times, and young people always love to fantasize, not to mention the 90s generation, which is deeply poisoned by Internet culture.

In those poignant stories, sometimes he will incarnate the domineering and ancient Pangu, and he will clear the chaos with one axe, and the three gods and demons will open the world and incarnate all things.....

Sometimes he will turn into the boundless land of great love, and incarnate the reincarnation of the common people in the world, just to keep the last ray of justice between heaven and earth for hundreds of millions of years....

Sometimes he will turn into a brave and fearless sage, sweeping away the injustice of the world with an iron rod, and leaving a lonely back for the world after killing all the evils of heaven and earth.....

Sometimes he will turn into a lifelong love and a strange man Zhang Xiaofan, who is not afraid of good and evil. The prosperity is gone, a thatched hut, a dog and a monkey spend the rest of their lives.....

However, being drowned in a dim and dilapidated shed with a group of big men is by no means the ending that Zhou Nan arranged for himself in the story. After the majestic rain and thunder raged on the land for seven or eight hours, Zhou Nan had to make it official what he was about to face.

All communication was blocked after a thunderclap, and everyone's mobile phones smelled of burnt after the thunder, apparently burned due to electromagnetic causes. The electricity has long been cut off, and the migrant workers in the cramped shed are huddled together and shivering, and the temperature is now only a few degrees at most.

The pit in front of the shed had been filled with rain, and the undulating water surface dispelled Zhou Nan's naïve idea of swimming out of this depression, with his technique that he might drown in a pool with a depth of only one meter and a half, he didn't want to try the law, and if the rain stopped, he would be the only one to die on the construction site.

Visibility outside is low, and the sound is covered by the majesty of nature. Even two people facing each other have to rely on pulling their throats to convey information.

At this point, it was a desperate situation.

Absurdity is the biggest feeling in Zhou Nan's heart now. It was originally just an ordinary working day, but now it is facing a threat of life and death!

Guizi looked worriedly at Zhou Nan, who was leaning against the door and observing the heavy rain, and he got up from the ground and stepped over the workers to Zhou Nan. "Don't worry about the baby, the government will definitely send someone to rescue us, come and smoke a cigarette!" he said as he put his arm around Zhou Nan's shoulder. Everyone's clothes were soaked, and Uncle Guizi didn't care if his hands would stain Zhou Nan's neat clothes.

A dozen or so people in the shed formed a circle, and the meeting began. Uncle Guizi took out a pack of green plum cigarettes from his crotch and scattered them one by one. Zhou Nan naturally took the cigarette lighter, and in order to decorate his face, the briefcase that he bought for thousands of yuan was used as a cushion under his buttocks, and he listened to the group of big brothers discuss ways to escape with a cigarette.

"If you want me to say, let's wait, maybe the rain will stop in a while, let's not toss around" Uncle Guizi opposite a sturdy fat man roared desperately, his name is Wang Lao Lai, listen to Uncle Guizi said that when they are usually fine, they like to drink a little wine and play a small card, this fat man does not give money every time he loses, but he loves to play, so he gave such a nickname.

Mr. Wang's statement was endorsed by several people, all of whom were honest workers and did not have any constructive opinions. Now they are stranded in a lonely place surrounded by water, and there is no better way than to wait for the rain to stop, or for someone else to rescue them. After hearing a few words, Zhou Nan shifted his attention and stared at the door in a daze.

The workers couldn't think of a better way after discussing for a while, "Brother Xiaonan, you read a lot of books, and you are a young man with a flexible brain, can you help us think about it, what should we do now? Will someone come to us?"

"That's it, Brother Xiaonan, you are a cultural person, what do you say, let's listen to you!" Another short man in a tattered military training uniform also yelled at Zhou Nan.

Building a good relationship with all the people in the shortest possible time is the basic quality of a business person, and after a few rounds of scattered cigarettes, Zhou Nan has become familiar with all the people in the shed.

"I don't think we should expect too much that someone will come and save us. Zhou Nan rubbed his eyebrows tiredly and said.

"Why, aren't we also ordinary people? Why didn't anyone come to save us!" Wang Lao Lai got up and shouted, the waves of flesh cascading on his stomach were as tumbling as the waves in front of the door.

Even Uncle Guizi asked the reason again and again, and Zhou Nan's sentence made a storm in the shed.

Zhou Nan looked around, until everyone quieted down, and then said word by word: "This thunderstorm, the scope of the disaster is very large, it is impossible for the fire officers and soldiers and the People's Liberation Army to rescue all the affected people, not to mention that the road is difficult now, and the vehicles cannot drive fast on the road at all, and they will rescue the people in the places where the crowds gather the most." We're stuck in this suburb where birds don't, and we've lost communications, and no one will know we're stuck here, and no one will come to our rescue. ”

In fact, what he said was very clear to these workers, but because of the desire to survive, they longed for Zhou Nan to give everyone a hope.

Everyone smoked silently, their expressions gloomy. Everyone had a reason to live, only to watch death take them by the throat.

In fact, there is another point that Zhou Nan did not say clearly, before the thunder cut off the power supply to the construction site, the neon lights of the urban buildings not far away could be vaguely seen here, but after the thunder, the lights of the city and the construction site were extinguished together. This is very weird, the construction site is using a temporary power supply, and the voltage is unstable. Normally it is very easy to trip, and it is not surprising that there is a power outage in such weather. What made Zhou Nan deeply puzzled was what kind of power could make the entire city of Badu fall into darkness.

It's useless to think wildly, and getting out of the current predicament is the top priority.

"Boom !!" a thunderbolt struck the halfway building not far away, and after shaking for a while, the unstable foundation of the building staggered into the water.

Uncle Guizi watched all this dumbfounded, and the scene in front of him was like a wonderful Hollywood blockbuster, and the fall of the behemoth made people tremble. And the stirred up water waves are even more turbulent when they come.

Zhou Nan suddenly pulled the stunned Uncle Guizi back to the room, and the water poured into the shed, and quickly withdrew. The big guy lay staggered in all corners of the room, moaning in pain.

A big brother named Erzhuzi let out a miserable cry and rushed out of the room to the endless wind and waves outside the door, which disappeared in a blink of an eye, and disappeared in the wind and rain.

Uncle Guizi jumped up from the ground and wanted to grab the second pillar, but he took a step too slow, leaned against the door, covered his face, and cried loudly. Zhou Nan looked at the scene in front of him in surprise, and he didn't know why. Lao Lai sighed, and the rough man's face showed melancholy. "Erzhu, his son, who is in high school this year, came to work part-time on the construction site, and he was in the building just now. Guizi is a fellow villager of Erzhu....."

Anger and fear tormented his mind. Zhou Nan hurriedly took a few steps forward, hatefully trying to break out of the blockade, but the cold despair outside the door discouraged him again.

He's not superhuman, and he doesn't have an amazing IQ and adaptability to lead these people out of their predicament. In such an environment, the survival rate of the poorest physical fitness is actually the lowest.

The footsteps of the Grim Reaper approached.

The rain had risen outside the door, and the undulating water splashed in from time to time, and everyone, including Zhou Nan, seemed to accept their fate. At this time, there was no life in the shed, just a group of puppets whose hearts could still beat.

The rain flooded the ankles, the panicked people hugged each other to keep warm, and Zhou Nan was rightfully protected among the crowd.

Finally, the shed made of steel components could no longer withstand the damage and began to topple. The bell of the countdown to life rang, Zhou Nan smiled calmly and slowly closed his eyes. Let the incompetent be forgotten in this remote corner of the world....