Chapter 39 Chapter 1 Yang Bing

"There is always only one truth--" Sorry, I don't believe this statement. In the twenty-five years I have lived until now, I have experienced many things that no one knows the truth about.Fifteen years ago, on a snowy night, in a small village among the mountains, in a dilapidated tile-roofed house, my father pressed my mother on the kang and wrapped a belt around her neck.Ten-year-old me curled up in a corner, snowflakes fell to the tip of my nose through the gap in the window, I watched my mother's two eyeballs protruding from the eye sockets, and the tongue sticking out of the purple-black lips, until the body and eyes finally remained motionless, and there was a smell of urine Came from her cotton trousers.I watched my father kill my mother with my own eyes, because he caught evidence that my mother had stolen people, and suspected that I was not his own flesh and blood.Indeed, I don't look like him at all, and I don't know whether I look like the carpenter next door or the secretary Wang of the neighboring village.Although there is only one man who gave birth to me, I don't know which one.Maybe those people don't know either?Maybe my mom doesn't know either?Soon, the father who raised me was caught by the police, sentenced to death in the court, and shot in the execution ground by the Yellow River.

Until now, I don't know who gave birth to me. My name is Yang Bing.After my mother was killed by my father, I was raised by my grandmother until I was eighteen, and then I left the mountain village and came to the city.I not only came out to earn money, but also to avoid the eyes of the villagers who looked at me like a dog.I have done various errands: serving dishes and washing dishes in a small restaurant, washing people in a bath center, and delivering food for McDonald's on an electric car... Four years ago, I came to the construction site to participate in the construction of the Future Dream Building.When laying the foundation, I found that the soil was very soft and often felt like sinking.We have dug many coffins from the ground and even found an ancient tomb.The cultural relics department asked to stop work, and it was said that the red envelopes were given to restart the work. The tombs of the Ming Dynasty were also crushed in the concrete, which is roughly the fourth underground floor.

After the building was completed, I applied for a job as a security guard for the shopping mall. I put on a neat uniform, and it seemed that I was about to stand out.Compared with my fellow countrymen who are still working hard on the construction site, I think I am superior to others. If someone drags me to a night stall for a drink, I will reply: "Look at your country bumpkin bear! Take a picture of your piss, don't stain my clothes. " After working as a security guard for three years, I only saved tens of thousands of yuan in my bank card, but I didn't do any dirty work except for frequent night shift patrols.I don't expect the supervisor to give me a raise, and I don't even have the idea of ​​going home to ask for a wife and have a baby—no girl in the village is willing to marry a bastard who doesn't know who her real father is.I can only go to and from get off work every day, every long night, from the first floor of the shopping mall to the ninth floor, listening to my ghost-like footsteps—and sometimes encounter ghosts.

Well, you won't believe me.Anyway, as I said, there is never more than one truth!What I see is the truth, and whisper into your ear—dummy!After three in the morning, they really move!But I pretended not to see them, and walked peacefully in the dark, not daring to look into their eyes.There was once a security guard on the night shift who reported to the supervisor that the dummy would move in the middle of the night. The supervisor thought he was mentally ill, but at three o'clock in the morning the next day, he fell from the atrium on the seventh floor to the ground floor and died. The police identified it as suicide—— I don't believe it!That is the revenge of the fake people, and it is strictly forbidden to reveal the secret!You ask me why I dare to speak out now?Because, I'm already dead, what else is there to be afraid of?

I'm sorry for making so many detours, and I'm going to tell the truth next—but my truth may not necessarily be your truth. April 1.Sunday.Night, 22:19. I'm so convinced this is the end of the world. During the few minutes of the catastrophe, I watched the supervisor die, his head was decapitated by a piece of glass that fell from the sky, and blood was sprayed on my face.Not self-praise, I am an excellent security guard, after a short period of panic and fear, I regained my composure.I found some flashlights and helped the survivors escape down the stairs.Most people gathered in the atrium on the ground floor, trying to dig a way out from the exit of the mall.But I was taking care of the injured female cleaner-don't think about it, she is an aunt in her forties, she is usually very friendly to me, and I can't leave her alone-so I saved my life from the subsequent stampede.

In the early hours of the morning, there were only twenty or so survivors, and Professor Wu Hanlei became the leader, not Luo Haoran, the owner of the building—by the way, you will definitely ask him.To be honest, I didn't know anything about the boss before, and I only learned his name after the disaster.Anyway, in the end of the world, no one cares about anyone, even the president of the United States is a poor ghost waiting to die.But as a company employee, I still respectfully call him Mr. Luo.He spends most of his time maintaining the generator on the fourth basement floor, rarely talks to people, and is basically alone.

There is one person I hate the most, that is Guo Xiaojun who always wears Dior. Half a year ago, I was on duty in the underground garage and saw a red Porsche speeding like a racing car.I yelled to stop, but I didn't expect the car to stop at the elevator entrance.I went over and politely asked him to park the car and not block the access to and from the elevator.The driver is Guo Xiaojun wearing Dior, and there is a handsome guy next to him, who looks like the second male lead in some idol drama.The grandson obviously drank, opened the car door heavily, almost knocked me over, and walked towards the elevator with the male celebrity in his arms.I know rich people are not easy to mess with, but if the supervisor sees a car parked at the elevator entrance, he will definitely deduct my salary.I reluctantly caught up with him and intercepted him, and demanded him to park the car.He threw out a word coldly: "Get out!" This word stimulated me, and I will not let him go no matter what.Unexpectedly, Guo Xiaojun took out a wad of RMB and threw it directly at my face, at least thousands of yuan.He was insulting me on purpose, thinking that I would bend down, pick up the money humbly, and send him into the elevator with a big smile on my face.But he misread me, I blushed and couldn't say a word, I think there was murderous intent in my eyes.The sissy male celebrity pulled him and said: "Xiaojun, forget it, don't bother with this kind of person, we won't stay in this hotel tonight." Guo Xiaojun threw him away and slapped me without batting an eyelid slap in the face.This idiot has very little hand strength, but I have rough skin and thick flesh, so I didn't feel any pain.He slapped me several times in a row until I took half a step back subconsciously.Just as the elevator door opened, Guo Xiaojun dragged the male celebrity into the elevator, and said, "Bitch! You are only worthy of being a security guard for the rest of your life!"

That night, my supervisor deducted 200 yuan from my salary because of the Porsche parked at the elevator door. Later, I met Guo Xiaojun several times in the underground garage. Sometimes he drove a Porsche, sometimes a BMW Z4, and once a Ferrari.Every time I retreated into the shadows, but when he parked the car at the door of the elevator, I had to bite the bullet and go over and said in a low voice: "Boss, can you please move the car, thank you!" Looking at me mockingly, he didn't move the car into the parking space until I gave him a ninety-degree bow.Guo Xiaojun doesn't remember my face, he thinks security guards are the same all over the world.

Not only me, everyone in the underground hates him, including Mr. Luo, the owner of the building. The boss never shows his expression, but every time he meets him, he turns his back. The farther away from this kind of person, the better. In less than two days, that idiot Guo Xiaojun started to starve, begging everyone with a stern face.Once he begged in front of me and completely forgot to slap me.I suppressed the previous humiliation to the bottom of my heart, and just showed indifferent eyes. After he followed me like a dog for several hundred meters, I threw a few biscuits on the ground, and he immediately picked them up and ate them.I suddenly felt sorry for him, and even thought of forgiving him.

Blame him for not living up to expectations.In the early morning of the third day, I was patrolling the corridor on the fourth floor, and I heard movement in the staff locker room—that’s where I store food, and I discovered that Guo Xiaojun was stealing my things!That's what I kept for myself to survive the last days of the apocalypse.Furious, I lifted the collar of his Dior suit and immediately lifted his thin frame into the air. A few hours ago, I hanged a dog in the basement supermarket because the dog ate my stash of German sausages! Instead of begging for mercy, Guo Xiaojun cursed, "In your next life, you will still be poor!"

In an instant, I took out the dagger hidden in the trouser leg, which is a self-defense weapon against mad dogs, and without saying a word to him, I stabbed the dagger into his chest.When the blood sprayed on my face, I didn't feel the slightest fear, but a refreshing feeling.I was trembling all over, it was excitement and excitement, my brain was about to explode, my hands were out of my control, and I stabbed more than ten times in a row.I don't pity him, but I pity his Dior.In the end, I slashed his face a few times and opened the corner of his mouth with a dagger, turning him into a bloody idiot who can only laugh. When he lay motionless on the ground, I felt deep fear, and my whole body became cold, from the skin to the bone marrow.Although this scene has been rehearsed countless times in my mind, and it really appeared in front of my eyes, I was at a loss—maybe, when my father killed my mother fifteen years ago, I felt the same way? The locker room and the entrance on the fourth floor are all monitoring blind spots.I quietly climbed up to the locker room on the fifth floor, carefully avoiding all surveillance, and locked my blood-soaked uniform in a box.I washed my body carefully, making sure there was no blood left, and put on a new uniform.As for the sharp knife that killed me, I discarded it in the corner of the cinema. But there was one thing I didn’t lose—when Guo Xiaojun was killed, a car key with a Lexus logo fell out of his pocket.Before I ran away, I couldn't help picking up the key, hesitated again and again, or wiped it clean and hid it on my body-isn't this what I dreamed of?I'm such an idiot, it's the end of the world, what's yours and mine?You don't need to kill people at all to get the keys to a good car. Even if you search through the piles of corpses on the fourth floor underground, there is no guarantee that there will be a Mercedes-Benz or a Cadillac. I have worked as a garage security guard and am very familiar with all kinds of vehicles. I often go to automobile websites to pay attention to every new car.I got my driver's license two years ago, but I was so poor that I couldn't even afford tires, so I could only dive silently in the car BBS, watching car owners communicate or show off.Sometimes facing those good cars in the garage, I often have the urge to open the door and turn the steering wheel 180 degrees!I used to hide in the dead corner of the surveillance in the middle of the night, touching the front of a car that resembled the Bentley in "2012", as if only it could take me out of the end of the world. A whole day after Guo Xiaojun’s death, I wore a uniform and pretended to investigate the murderer—if the policeman who handled the case was the murderer, then the case would never be solved. In fact, I just completed an unspoken thing on behalf of everyone. The death of a disgusting guy who only wastes resources and makes no contribution is undoubtedly beneficial to all survivors. I won't say what I do.Only Zhou Xuan, that dead-headed guy, is still focused on finding the murderer. Sometimes I think he is as innocent as a child. At night, I walked around the three-storey underground garage alone, trying to press the remote control button of the car key, and turned on a Lexus GX460—oh my God!Doomsday gift?One of my favorite SUVs! Trembling, I opened the door and sat in the spacious and comfortable driver's seat. I imagined Guo Xiaojun sitting in this big car, it was almost unmanned!I fumbled for a while before I figured out how to start the car.This four-wheel drive vehicle worth more than one million yuan, an imported car that even the security guards could not afford to buy for a few lifetimes, has now become my toy—like a woman I have admired for a long time, finally bowed down at my feet, calling softly: "Master, I am your slave girl, please let me serve you." The car almost hit the opposite wall as soon as it started, and I turned the steering wheel as hard as I could into the driveway.After two or three seconds on the accelerator, the speed reached fifty kilometers per hour.The underground garage is as silent as a tomb, resounding through the roar and whistling of cars.I turned sharply again, and the car body rubbed against the pillar heavily. My blood boiled in the impact and vibration, as exciting as playing a racing game!Turn to the slope leading to the next floor, step on the brakes and drive to the fourth floor underground.I opened the CD in the car, and I didn't expect Guo Xiaojun to listen to Michael Jackson. When I increased the speed to 60 kilometers per hour and shouted excitedly, I saw a dark figure standing at the end of the light of the headlights. Whether it's a human or a ghost, I subconsciously slam on the brakes! There was a screeching sound of sudden brakes on the ground, I put my head on the steering wheel, closed my eyes and imagined whether I hit a living flesh and blood body, a reanimated zombie, or some illusory ghost. Opening her eyes, a face was shrouded in light, and she was standing in front of the front of the car in a daze. Ashanti? There was no panic on this childlike face, just blankness.She is only a few centimeters away from the front of the car. As long as I brake one-tenth of a second late, I may be knocked out. It was the first time I saw her expression like this. I jumped out of the car and grabbed her arm: "What's wrong with you? Why did you get down in the middle of the night? Aren't you afraid of the corpses piled up here?" At the same time, I smelled a rotten smell. She didn't say anything, like a junior high school girl who was about to repeat a grade.She looked into the car window, and I took the opportunity to hug her tightly and whisper in her ear, "This is my car, do you like it?" Ah Xiang didn't resist, and let me touch her body, from cheeks to neck to chest—only here it's not like a little girl, hidden under her clothes, firm and round.I pulled her into the car, let her sit in the passenger seat, and kissed the root of her ear wantonly. I know she's a weird girl, and I don't want to get to the bottom of why she's here, like I can't get to the bottom of why there's an end of the world, as long as I have her.I touched her chest with one hand, and held the steering wheel with the other. I stepped on the accelerator again and flew a long way, bypassing the pile of horrible corpses, and returning to the passage leading to the third underground floor. When the gas pedal went uphill, I looked at Axiang out of the corner of my eye, and a light flashed in the corner of her eye. Her tears are flying. My car is also flying. A year ago, on a spring night, I was patrolling past the hair salon on the eighth floor, and saw a girl in overalls with her sleeves rolled up washing a customer's hair, beads of sweat dripping from her forehead.She is like Qiumei from the same village when I was in elementary school, she was the first girl I ever liked—the girl in front of me is exactly what Qiumei looked like back then.I began to suspect that she had just graduated from elementary school, but later I found out that she was twenty years old.I have mastered the time when she gets off work, and I will go up to the eighth floor every time, and accompany her to take a section of elevator.But Ah Xiang didn't talk to me very much. Although our accents are very similar, it might make her feel inferior and look down on me because of this?I offered to take her home several times, but she coldly refused.Whenever I use my native dialect to get close to her, she raises the standard of Mandarin a little bit. It seems that I am being self-indulgent.Later, I didn't dare to talk to her anymore, I just looked at her from a distance at ten o'clock every night, the back of a thirteen-year-old girl gradually disappeared into the brightly lit night. Unexpectedly, she could survive the doomsday with me. She is another doomsday gift from God. My gifts are flying. It's not only the car that is flying, but also the tears of the girl I caress next to me are flying. Suddenly, she quickly grabbed the steering wheel. Before I could react for a while, I was about to yell "What do you want", when she twisted the steering wheel violently-the car turned sharply to the other side, and I felt completely out of control, whether it was the car or me own body. The car is flying, the tears are flying, and I am flying too. If you don't wear a seat belt, you can't hold it! With a violent crash, the GX460 smashed a red Honda into two pieces, and while the airbag was deployed, I did not instinctively turn the front of the car to the side of the passenger, but let the steering wheel embed directly into me chest. I couldn't see anything, my whole face was covered by the airbag, I think my head was probably intact. However, my heart was crushed by the steering wheel. I'm dead.