Chapter 18 Chapter Eighteen

April 2.Monday.AM, 1:19:19. After failing to commit suicide and turning to escape, Zhou Xuan spent three hours in the dark underground, walking all over the Future Dream Building—the remnants below the tenth floor, including a hidden passage leading to the Future Dream Hotel.The hotel door was blocked, and the shattered windows lay on the marble floor.To save fuel, Luo Haoran cut off the hotel's power supply.Holding the emergency lights, Zhou Xuan searched for possible survivors alone.The lobby was empty except for a dead body crushed to death by a chandelier at the front desk.The strong light in Zhou Xuan's hand illuminated the dead man's face, and even though the flesh and blood were blurred, he could distinguish a fairly beautiful face.He remembered the face—the front desk lady who checked him in.Zhou Xuan never forgot that he gave her a smile, because he liked the number "19" the most, and he was very relieved to get room 1919 as a place to commit suicide.

The ground floor of the Future Dream Building is divided into two parts, two-thirds is the atrium of the shopping mall, and the remaining third is given to the Future Dream Hotel. The special elevator skips the shopping mall and office buildings and goes directly to the hotel rooms above the fifteenth floor.The entrance and exit of the office building are between the shopping mall and the hotel. There are only a few floors in total, and there is no need to set up a separate lobby.It is conceivable that when the earthquake occurred, it was impossible for anyone to take the elevator to escape to the ground floor, and the people in the hotel lobby, except for this unfortunate victim, all fled to the atrium of the mall—no wonder there were a lot of trampled dead bodies , and several in hotel uniforms.

Zhou Xuan left this ghostly place and dragged the corpse with a nylon rope, like a perverted killer in a horror movie, ruthlessly dealing with the people he killed.He felt more like a skilled butcher, hauling dead livestock from a slaughterhouse to cold storage. He became numb to the dead, and he carried more than a dozen corpses with his own hands. The heads were broken, the bones were bloody, and the blood flowed all over the place...He carried it by hand, shouldered it, tied it with a rope, dragged it with a sack (for example, the upper body was on the fifth floor, The woman whose lower body is in the sightseeing elevator on the ground floor)... started to wear a mask, but she was so stuffy that she couldn't breathe. After seeing too much internal organs, bones and body fluids, she simply took off the mask and faced the bleakness of life ending.He often picked up the deceased's mobile phone, wallet, necklace, bank card, and the ring on the severed finger... If there was an earthquake disaster in the past, the relics of the victims had to be kept properly, but now it is useless for anyone to ask for these things. Just throw it back into the pile of dead people.

The names of the survivors were almost found out: Tao Ye, the employee of the supermarket, Yang Bing, the security guard of the building, and Luo Haoran, the owner of the building.Zhou Xuan followed these men who were not dead, sweating profusely as they moved the corpses into the elevator.However, no one asked Professor Wu Hanlei to move the corpse, and the rich second generation named Guo Xiaojun, who would not touch anyone if he was killed, fled upstairs long ago and disappeared. Zhou Xuan came to the eighth floor alone to search for the corpse.There are a few luxury brands mixed in with a few mid-range restaurants and a large fitness center.At the end of the corridor is the "Paris Image Commune" high-end hairdressing shop. Several light box photos of strange and cool hairstyles are still lit on the window at the entrance of the shop.

It can't be anyone else, right?However, even if he was looking for the dead, he still had to go inside to check, so as not to stink the dead body in the future and make the living feel uncomfortable.Zhou Xuan stepped into the door of the hair salon carefully. The damage here was serious. The chairs fell to the floor, most of the mirrors were broken, and the shampoo and conditioner that the hair stylist tried to sell to customers was all over the floor.Just as he was about to walk into the shadows of the hairdresser's shop, there was a faint cry from beside him. It was the cry of a girl, and it was like the wail of some small animal.

Zhou Xuan turned on the light to reveal a small frightened face. This face still looks like a child, but it is painted with light lipstick, and it is covered with a lot of dust and smudges, making it difficult to tell the age.Her eyes were wide open, which didn't match her girlish face, but she looked like a girl in Japanese manga. However, the most perplexing thing was her terrified eyes, as if she could just move a finger, and the whole building would collapse into nothingness.She shrank in, her body curled up into a ball, her hands hugged her knees, she was as small as a stretched basketball, which could be thrown into the basket with a light push.Her head was bowed, only her eyes were looking up at him.

stared at him. Zhou Xuan was at a loss and remained silent until she blinked at him. As her upper eyelid touched her lower eyelid, two tears fell down.He held out his hand to her. It took a full half a minute before she grabbed his hand.The girl is so light, or did Zhou Xuan exercise his arm strength by moving the corpse?He pulled her up easily, put one hand around her shoulder, and walked out of the shop. Back in the mall corridor, he asked softly, "Who are you?" The other party replied with a mosquito-like voice: "Ah Xiang." "Are you from this store?" Zhou Xuan saw that she was wearing a black uniform and her hair was dyed red. She didn't look like a customer, but more like a shampoo girl in the store.

"I'm an apprentice." That's right, this is synonymous with shampoo girl. Ah Xiang couldn't help trembling when she spoke, and didn't dare to look up at him. Zhou Xuan looked back at the hair salon, and asked casually, "Is there anyone else here?" "No, the boss has already checked out and returned home. I am the last one in the store to get off work." I can't afford to get off work late. Her voice was still very soft, with a slight vibrato, and Zhou Xuan almost had to press his ear to hear it.She also has a distinct country accent, as if she just heard it somewhere.

Walking through the long corridor, the only sound was their footsteps on the sixth floor of the empty and dead shopping mall.In order to save power, most of the shops are in the dark, only a row of sparse corridor lights are lit, illuminating tall figures hovering around, as well as Ah Xiang, who looks like a girl in the sixth grade of elementary school. After going down a few flights of stairs, I heard a deep and deep male voice on the third floor - "Churchill...Churchill..." The first sound carried the majesty of the king's presence in the world, but the second sound concealed a little anxiety.

Under the light at the entrance of the passageway, Zhou Xuan saw Luo Haoran's face, which was still gloomy and solemn - it was easy to remind people of Takakura Ken, who was often seen on the screen in the 1980s. The owner of Future Dream Building has put on an Armani suit, which matches his figure and temperament. "Where did Churchill go again?" Zhou Xuan knew that the Labrador was loyal but also very active, often disappearing in the blink of an eye. "I don't know, I've been looking for it for a long time." Luo Haoran said calmly.Never say a word. "I just came down from upstairs, it shouldn't be up there."

"Who is she?" The owner of the building stared at Axiang coldly, but she still lowered her head and dared not look into his eyes. "I found another survivor at the 'Paris Image Commune' on the eighth floor. Her name is Axiang, and she is—" Originally, he wanted to bluntly refer to the hair-washing girl, but in order to save her face, Zhou Xuan paused and said, "The apprentice in the shop. The upstairs has been searched carefully. Whether dead or alive, she is the only one." Luo Haoran didn't give her a second look, and went down the escape route to the second floor. Zhou Xuan followed Axiang with him, but bumped into several people in the corridor.The first one was the supermarket employee Tao Ye, followed by the building security guard Yang Bing, Mo Xing'er wrapped in a woolen cape, and the Japanese woman—what's her name?Zhou Xuan patted his head and thought for a few seconds before the word "Yoko Yutian" floated up.The young mother, paler than dead, looked around tremblingly, shouting a word in Japanese into the atrium.Hearing her call several times, Zhou Xuan had roughly guessed the name of the little boy. Luo Haoran is looking for a dog, she is looking for a son, who else is looking for whom? Tao Ye briefly explained the situation.Except for the men who moved the corpses and searched for the survivors, the rest of the women, including the old, the weak, the sick, and the disabled, were mostly scattered in various shops on the second floor to rest.Another five seriously wounded were unable to walk the stairs, so they were carried to the Haagen-Dazs store on the ground floor to rest using the door panels as stretchers.Accompanying them were Xu Pengfei, a white-collar worker with a slight arm injury, and Yu Pingxiang, a female cleaner who had difficulty walking. Tao Ye, security guard Yang Bing, and Yutian Yoko, they went upstairs to find Mrs. Zheng - it is not ruled out that the boy ran up through other passages; Zhou Xuan and Luo Haoran went downstairs to search; Ah Xiang stayed on the second floor and handed it over to Mo Xing. child care. Zhou Xuan and Luo Haoran walked quickly to the ground floor, and met three boys and girls head-on.He knew that the two girls were called Ding Zi and Hai Mei respectively. As for the tall and handsome young man, he refused to give out his full name, and only threw out the word "Xiaoguang". Or is the nickname a QQ name or a Weibo name.Dozens of minutes ago, Zhou Xuan and others were carrying corpses in the supermarket on the second floor of the basement. They happened to encounter these three people, but they were regarded as zombies. "Ever seen a little boy?" "A few minutes ago, I just ran away and disappeared." It was the prettier of the two girls who spoke, "Also, there is a dog barking downstairs!" Luo Haoran immediately ran to the underground Calford Supermarket, Zhou Xuan followed closely behind, none of them heard Ding Zi added: "Actually, there is more than one dog in this building..." "And cats...and mice...and..." The two big men rushed to the basement floor. In the pet store outside the supermarket, they did see a dog, which was also a Labrador, but it was crushed to death. Not Churchill.Let's deal with human corpses first, and let's talk about animal corpses next. Another violent barking came from the core of the crypt.Almost, surely, Churchill's voice! They immediately rushed down the stairs to the fourth basement floor, the bottom of the Future Dream Building. They, too, saw hell. On the left side of the diesel-smelling power generation room, in an open space without any vehicles, densely packed corpses were piled up. Hell of the dead. Zhou Xuan is no stranger to this hell, and many of the dead people were brought here by himself in the elevator from upstairs in the last hour.Several other men also participated in cleaning up the corpses, including Luo Haoran, the owner of the building. This idea was proposed by Professor Wu Hanlei—there are so many dead bodies lying on each floor, especially the atrium on the ground floor, which are extremely perishable, breeding fly maggots and bacteria, and polluting the living environment of the survivors.The professor has studied how countries around the world respond to major earthquakes and other disasters. If there is no condition to cremate the body, it should be buried quickly and deeply.However, the Future Dream Building has become a huge tomb. If it is dug underground, it may cause the entire building to collapse.Burning corpses is even more dangerous. The smoke in a closed space will suffocate people, and a little carelessness will cause a fire. At that time, it will be upgraded from hell to purgatory. Luo Haoran suggested that the corpses be concentrated on the fourth basement floor. This place is relatively isolated from the upper floors, and the air is not well circulated. In addition, there are diesel generators working. Except for necessary equipment maintenance, ordinary people will not come near.Concentrated in the deepest part of the building, it is almost close to deep burial, and human relations can be regarded as worthy of the dead, which is better than violent corpses in public. Zhou Xuan has counted the dead bodies. There are a total of 72 dead. Women are slightly more than men. The oldest is in his fifties, and the youngest is a part-time college student—basically in line with the structure of the crowd who are still in the Future Dream Building at ten o’clock in the evening. . Facing the hell on the fourth floor again, Zhou Xuan trembled slightly, but Luo Haoran remained motionless. Also facing hell, there is a seven-year-old Japanese boy and Labrador Churchill. As soon as Churchill saw his master, he immediately stopped howling, wagged his tail tightly, and flew to his master.The owner hit it hard on the head, warning it not to run around again. The little boy in shorts stood still, staring at the hell of the dead. Suddenly, the boy was blindfolded by a big hand. Hands around. He hugged Zhengtai in his arms, preventing the child from seeing the dead, and followed Luo Haoran and Churchill to leave the fourth underground floor. Back in the garage on the third basement floor, Zhou Xuan could finally take a deep breath.The smell of diesel and the strange smell of corpses suddenly faded a lot.He let go of the boy's blindfold.This seven-year-old Japanese boy's face was as pale as those of the dead people just now, without a trace of blood, looking at it made people gasp.In fact, as long as there is a little more blood, Zhengtai is a cute and cute child.The boy didn't look very frightened, his mother's eyes radiated adult-like gazes, pointing to a place behind Zhou Xuan. Chuan turned his head, and at the same time Churchill let out another series of growls, they all saw it-a man wearing a ragged thick coat on the upper body, and patched jeans on the lower body (not a decorative patch, that's what it looks like) True patches, with a greasy smudge black and dirty).Unkempt, with a thick beard, only eyes are bright on the black face, he looks a bit like Brother Sharp at first glance. The man was huddled in the gap between the two cars, nibbling on a large smoked ham that he must have taken from the deli counter at Calfort's upstairs.He didn't expect that he would be discovered, and he looked at the two men, a boy and a dog who suddenly appeared with a face full of astonishment. Zhou Xuan asked carefully, "Who are you?" The homeless man dodged behind the car clutching the smoked ham and disappeared in the blink of an eye. At least one more homeless man was added to the list of survivors. If the nineteenth chapter is the nineteenth floor of the future dream building, then Zhou Xuan should have chosen to die in this chapter. April 2.Monday.In the morning, 1:49. Seven-year-old Mrs. Zheng returned to her mother's arms; Luo Haoran put a dog leash on Churchill; Mo Xing'er was still wrapped in a wool cape; security guard Yang Bing hadn't changed his uniform yet; Tao Ye put on new clothes, but he was still in the supermarket Work clothes; Guo Xiaojun, the rich second generation, threw away his old dirty clothes and wore a new Dior suit from a dummy in a specialty store; Professor Wu Hanlei wore glasses with one lens missing, and everything else was neatly tidied up; Xiaoguang, who most attracts women's attention, sits behind the counter of the Haagen-Dazs store with two female high school students Ding Zi and Haimei, as if they are making ice cream for everyone.Finally, A Xiang, the hair-washing girl who was just rescued, and Zhou Xuan, who had put on a thick coat a long time ago. The above thirteen survivors, regardless of gender, age or age, are at least healthy and uninjured. In addition, there were two survivors who were slightly injured, namely Yu Pingxiang, a female cleaner in the shopping mall, and Xu Pengfei, a white-collar worker with a bandage on his arm. The office where he worked had disappeared above the tenth floor. On a simple stretcher made of door panels, there were five seriously injured, three men, two women, who could not move.Although everyone had been bandaged and had some medicine, the survivors had no doctors, no one who could perform surgery on them, let alone put their broken bones back together.From time to time, lamentations and weeping sounded from the stretcher, as well as curses that hated the injustice of God. Finally, a homeless man hiding underground has to be added. Zhou Xuan made a statistical table, and now there are 21 survivors confirmed in the building. Except for the homeless, everyone's name was registered, including the boy "Xiaoguang" who came from nowhere. Of course, in addition to the twenty-one surviving humans, there are also some surviving animals, such as Churchill beside Luo Haoran.Given that there is a pet store on the basement floor, many pets have escaped, and I don't know where there are cats and dogs hidden in the corner of the building.Of course, there must be many rats upstairs! The vitality of animals is always stronger than that of humans.What worries Zhou Xuan is that when humans lack the necessary tools, they have no advantage at all in the competition for survival with animals.Whenever he thinks of such life-threatening issues, he always looks at Professor Wu habitually. "Don't have any hope for the outside world." Professor Wu held a cup of hot tea, thinking that a fan among the survivors had kindly found good tea from the supermarket, lest he get sleepy in the wee hours of the morning, "Because, we people, It is the last hope of mankind, if you can live for a few more days." "What if I can live for a few more days?" Guo Xiaojun, who was wearing a brand new Dior suit, couldn't help sobbing softly. "If we can live another seven days, then we must not only live six days!" Zhou Xuan remembered three and a half hours ago, when he opened the hotel window on the nineteenth floor, he made up his mind that if he died one minute earlier, he would never live sixty seconds longer .The desire to survive at this moment is so strong, even if the yellow sand is buried on the tip of the nose, I want to sneeze and catch my breath! A few chuckles came from behind the counter—it was the girl named Haimei who, seeing Zhou turning her head, tried to hold back her voice. "It is a miracle that we have survived such a doomsday catastrophe." The professor comforted everyone, "although our relatives outside are basically unlikely to survive, and I am also in pain. You also There are parents, wives, husbands, children and other loved ones." These words moved people to tears, and some people wept softly.The professor sat on the seat of the Haagen-Dazs store, holding a teacup and concentrating for a while, suddenly looking much older, more like a sixty-year-old person. "My hometown is in the inland mountainous area, maybe the floods won't cover them." Tao Ye hasn't given up hope yet, although his lips trembled as he spoke. Guo Xiaojun cried with his head in his arms: "Tonight, my dad is having a party with his star mistress on the yacht, and he will definitely die!" "What is life?" Zhou Xuan recalled a sentence he read in a book, "We are born and then die." Mo Xing'er sat closest to him and couldn't help interjecting: "What are you talking about?" "Life and death are as simple as that. Everyone has to die one day. Don't be so sad." Zhou Xuan said this sentence, but he felt ridiculous in his heart. Such words should not be made by a person who just failed to commit suicide. to say. "Everyone, we are much luckier than our loved ones outside!" the professor repeated the contents of his book, "When a huge disaster occurs on the ground, such as an earthquake, a tsunami, a volcanic eruption, a nuclear leak... …It is extremely difficult to survive exposed to the surface of the earth, and the only way to be safe is to hide in the underground space.” "The future dream building in the ground is the real Noah's Ark." Zhou Xuan thought that he could advertise on TV.In fact, every word he said was weak.Another serious problem came to mind—there are 21 people living underground, not including animals, consuming oxygen and exhaling carbon dioxide every second. At a depth of more than 100 meters underground, it is impossible to communicate with the ground. Exchanging air—even exchanging is polluted poisonous gas.Moreover, the diesel generators on the fourth floor underground are also consuming a lot of oxygen and emitting toxic exhaust gas, all of which are concentrated in the closed space of the building... If the oxygen is exhausted, no matter how much food and fuel is stored—it won’t take seven days ?Maybe only seven hours, or even seven minutes! Zhou Xuan thought about it, his face turned pale, he turned his head and saw Luo Haoran's eyes. Finally, for the first time, he saw a certain emotion in the eyes of the owner of this building - fear. 〖Churchill Chapter April 2.Monday.In the morning, 1:59. That's right, it was also the first time I saw a certain emotion in my master's eyes. My name is Churchill. I am a labrador retriever. My owner is Luo Haoran, he is the owner of this building. I am a three-year-old male dog in his prime as a dog, loyal and mischievous like other Labradors, and sexually sexual like other adult dogs, but not as sentimental and promiscuous.I only like Monica, a snow-white Labrador, cute and charming, she is the queen in my heart.It lives in the pet shop on the basement floor. Every time the owner leads me by, the owner will close the door tightly; if Monica goes out for a walk and I happen to be strolling with the owner, the owner will hold the rope tightly and forbid me to get close. Step-dizzy, do I have the word "pervert" on my forehead?I could only watch its ecstasy eyes from a distance, its quack-like figure, it came walking in shock every step of the way, and was dragged away wagging its tail in pain.I have lived for three springs and autumns, and I have never had a kiss with the opposite sex. I have endured passion and impulse for countless nights, and I just want to save that moment for the most beloved-but for the sake of you, I have pondered it so far!Monica, do you know, do you know, I wait until the flowers wither, and the end of the world comes! More than an hour ago, I wanted to look for Monica, but my host forcibly stopped me.When I betrayed my master for the first time, escaped from his sight, and rushed to the pet shop on the basement floor, only to find that Monica had been crushed to death under the ruins! The light of my life. The fire of my desire. my sin. My soul. Mo-Ni-Ka: First the lip sound, then the tip of the tongue goes up, and finally the root of the tongue rubs against the deep part of the palate. Even if the end of the world befalls my head and the final judgment breaks my spine, I will never fight again.Because, when Monica died, my heart died too. Looking back on my life, I have followed my master since I was born and lived in the presidential suite on the top floor of Future Dream Hotel.My host lives here all year round except for meetings and business trips.I know every floor, every shop, every corner.A brief escape every day is to go to the narrow green space outside the building to breathe the dirty air of the city. Sadly, I was only three years old, and only a quarter of my life had passed before I hit the end of the world. Twenty-four hours ago, I was anxious, my heart beat inexplicably faster, and my tail was clenching in agitation and panic.I also saw rats scurrying uncharacteristically into the hotel, causing me to bark loudly to get those nuisances away.You know we are many times more sensitive than you, not just the nose, but all the sense organs, we can sense the disaster that is about to happen, and you are like a bunch of fools singing and dancing and waiting to die!Since the early morning, I have been praying to God, I hope my premonition is wrong, I still want to live a few more years, and I want to have a good relationship with my Monica one day. But. April 1.Sunday.Night, 22:19. …Now, almost four hours have passed, we are trapped in the dark underground, whether it is the scientific and rational analysis of the survivors, or my dog’s natural animal magnetic response, it has been confirmed——Damn, the world The end is finally here! 〗