Chapter 52 Chapter 6 Dealing with

the end of the world? I'm the last of the survivors to believe in the real end of the world. April 1.Sunday.Night, 22:19. China, this city, Future Dream Building. This is not the time and place chosen by God for mankind, but the doomsday Jedi I chose for myself. Why choose this time?That's why I listened to Leslie Cheung's "A Chinese Ghost Story" and walked into the Future Dream Hotel—on this April Fool's night, I committed suicide in the same way... Maybe people will remember me. Thinking about it now, what a stupid idea!As a novelist, Ben hopes that his works will be read by people all over the world, and his name will be passed down in the history of literature to be admired by future generations.However, I am an extremely unsuccessful third-rate novelist. I have written mystery novels for ten years and published nine books in total. In total, less than 50,000 copies have been printed, and nearly half of them are still in print. The company's warehouse, or has been sent to the waste paper recycling station to be pulped.

When I was really short of money, I would ghostwrite for a famous best-selling author, and many of the books signed by him that sold millions of copies were written by me-but what does that have to do with me? No one remembers me!Even readers who have bought my books will quickly forget the author's name.I suspect that in ten years, all the information about me will be submerged in the flooding of the Internet, and I will disappear from this world like a bubble. Since living cannot be known by everyone, it is better to die to realize the wish!If I left behind the sigh of a genius writer who died prematurely because of his talent, it might attract media attention, and the general public, including the literary circle, would come to read my words and accidentally discover the shining points that I have always claimed to be extraordinary.Just like Kafka, who was unknown when he was alive, entrusted his friends to burn all the manuscripts after his death, but he did not want to be betrayed by his friends and published it, which caused a huge sensation.

Therefore, I named the latest novel that has been completed and sent to the publishing house "Kafka's April Fool's Day". I hope that my suicide will make this posthumous book the bestseller of the year, and that it will seal my name in the halls of literature. I chose to die in the Future Dream Building because this is the place where I lived when I was young - ashes to ashes, dust to dust, dying here is also considered as falling leaves returning to roots. I often think back to the age of eighteen. In that year, Teresa Teng passed away, Zhang Yusheng was still alive, Ma Jingtao began to roar on TV, and many people remembered "Tokyo Love Story"... At that year, I was still in my third year of high school, my school It is the nearby Siyi Middle School—the base of the end of the world. When I learned that Ding Zi and Haimei, the third-year girls in high school, were actually my alumni, I couldn’t help being kind, but their eyes were rather snobbish, which made me sigh with emotion today. Morality!

That year, my best classmate was Ye Xiao.He and I are equally fanatical about mystery novels. Apart from borrowing Sherlock Holmes from the school library, we mostly read pirated books from small bookstores on the street.He is tall and handsome, has excellent grades in physical education, and occasionally fights are intimidating.Whenever I was bullied by the little hooligans, he always rescued me.My dream is to become a mystery writer, and his dream is to board a nuclear submarine and travel across the five oceans. How could we forget the girl we chased together that year?My academic performance is good, and my appearance is very similar to the Thunderbolt Tiger of the Little Tigers. Many girls have a crush on me, but none of them can make me fall in love—until she appeared.She was a common educated youth child at that time. Like Ye Xiao, although she was a local, she grew up in a distant place.When she transferred to our class, she bowed her head shyly into the classroom and sat in front of my desk. I looked at the long braids on the back of her head obsessively, and I couldn't help but tie it on the back of the chair. When everyone was about to rush out, she screamed and brought the whole chair up.

That year, my family lived in this old house, a three-story brick-and-timber building, small and cramped but full of fireworks, and I could almost call out the name or nickname of every neighbor in the neighborhood.There is a small attic in my house. You can see the roof when you open the window, and the dense corrugated roof is covered with grass.There were not so many high-rise buildings at that time, and the whole sky could be seen from the roof, and the pigeons raised by the neighbors flew past with whistles from time to time. Many years later, the land price in the downtown area became astronomical, and the old house was forcibly demolished. The residents appealed several times to no avail, and were driven to dilapidated apartments in remote suburbs.In just a few years, the parents who left the ancestral old house passed away one after another with hatred.After wandering for many years, I had no achievements in writing, and my life was precarious. Instead, I owed a lot of debt and was forced to sell my only real estate.I rented a dilapidated little house where a brutal murder had taken place, and that was all I could afford to pay the rent.

On April Fool's Day, I only had 219.81 yuan left in my bank account, and my credit card overdraft was 5286.19 yuan. My last overdraft was to buy a new set of clothes for myself, so that I would look more decent when I committed suicide by jumping off a building.I booked a room on the top floor of the Future Dream Hotel by phone, and went to the front desk to pre-authorize with my credit card. When I committed suicide by jumping off a building, I still owed a five-star hotel room fee for one night, which would also be a sensational element of media attention. However, when I was about to jump out of the window on the nineteenth floor of the Future Dream Hotel, a dazzling light lit up on the distant horizon.

The violent shaking and falling that followed reminded me of the legendary earthquake light. Unlucky, God won't let me die!When I saw the scene of the world falling apart, I couldn't help but regret choosing the wrong time. If everyone in the world died, who would care about me, an unknown third-rate novelist who wants to die?All calculations will come to naught, all plans will go to waste, and even that long-awaited new book will be stillborn like the future of mankind. So, for the first time in my life, I wanted to live so strongly! If all the people in the world are dead, and only I am still alive, and if I am lucky, I can lead a group of people to survive, then my name will also be remembered, even if I am only the last survivor of mankind.

Professor Wu Hanlei, who is admired by thousands of people, told everyone that the end of the world is coming. Some people believed it and some people doubted it. As the professor explained more and more deeply and proved it with various scientific methods, everyone's expectation of being rescued was gradually dispelled. And I was the last one to believe in the end of the world. Before that, I was a staunch skeptic. Influential public figures like Professor Wu are often the most deceptive and inflammatory. In fact, the end of the world is not so much a belief as an expectation—if there is no end of the world, if there is a chance to return to the ground and live the original life again, then I will still choose to commit suicide.

It was the possible end of the world that saved me, gave me the desire to continue living, gave me the possibility of pushing the limits of life, and even gave me a great opportunity. Yes, looking at the survivors in front of me, with different genders, ages, occupations, backgrounds, personalities, and even nationalities, everyone must have their own secrets, and they also have emotions. On the plateau of East Africa one hundred thousand years ago, the ancestors of human beings——Y-chromosomal Adam and mitochondrial Eve, suffered from hunger and cold with bare hands and clothes, and faced man-eating beasts, ruthless diseases, and cruel nature all day long. Careful, it may become extinct.We don't have the agility of leopards, the sharp claws of tigers, the thick armor of rhinos, and the longevity of tortoises. Even herbivores have horns to defend themselves!The reason why human genes have been passed down to this day is that our ancestors unite together and overcome difficulties with collective strength - the hands of many men kill ferocious prey together, and the hands of countless women gather wild berries at the same time, taking care of and supporting each other .

At the end of the world, although there are only about twenty of us, many of whom are old, weak, sick and disabled, at least we still have civilization and technology. Except for the private bookstore on the fourth floor, e-books alone are equivalent to five thousand years of human civilization inheritance... When other survivors Or crying in sorrow, or busy looking for food, collecting all kinds of living materials, or walking like a dead body, but I am extremely excited, my heart is surging, and I draw a picture of the greatest human being in my mind—not Utopia or Sun City, but Plato's Utopia.

Because we are weak and lack food, water, fuel, and even air, we must unite. We must not go it alone. Fighting alone will only lead to our own destruction.I want to establish a perfect order underground, and each is like a part to maintain the operation of this machine.Only by stopping all evils and suppressing desires other than survival to a minimum can more resources be saved.There is no oppression, no bureaucracy, no dictatorship, and no violence in this society—I don’t care if you used to be a boss or a professor, a rich girl or a second-generation rich girl, a migrant worker or a hair-washing girl, there is no difference in front of my eyes. Didn't Jane Eyre say it?Just as our souls have all passed through the grave, we stand before God equal! At the bottom of the end of the world, each of us, dead or alive, is already in the grave, perhaps only one step away from God. In the next few hours, Professor Wu and Luo Haoran and I worked out the rules for living underground. Although Luo Haoran is the owner of the building and is the most familiar with the environment, he seldom raises opinions.I have a disagreement with my professor and often have a long discussion over a detail.Professor Wu has studied the end of the world for many years and has accumulated a large number of doomsday survival theories, but I want to standardize everyone's code of conduct from the perspective of human society and psychology. Yes, the underground living environment is extremely harsh, and anarchism must be prevented, and any signs of it must be suppressed. There are only about 20 human beings left in total. There is no government, no army, no police, no courts, no state machinery, and no way to use violence to maintain order. Everyone may unconsciously fall into anarchism.There's no police there anyway.Kill if you want to kill!You can rape if you see a beautiful woman!Anyone who doesn't like it can beat him up, as long as he still has the strength!Even one more biscuit is power! This is so fucking scary! Such a world is not a paradise, but a jungle where the weak and the fittest survive-in essence, it is no different from animals, such as those cats and dogs wandering underground that will kill each other sooner or later. In the two days since the end of the world, everyone strictly abides by the thirty-nine rules of underground survival, what can't be done, what can be done and what must be done!This is also for myself to live longer.Only the rich second generation named Guo Xiaojun seems disdainful to live and die with us—maybe he will be the first to die. I gradually got to know the situation of each survivor. From their eyes, behavior and language, I can basically figure out their temperament, background and origin. Among all the men, the one I am most interested in is naturally Luo Haoran.I often chat with him alone, but he is very cold and never says a word. Among the female survivors, the young Japanese mother certainly impresses me, and the hair-washing girl Axiang who was rescued by me is also very special-she always follows me quietly, especially the way she looks at me, which makes me a little bit Uneasy - but it's Mo Xing'er who fascinates me the most. When I was trapped in the toy store, she suddenly appeared in front of me, and I instantly had a feeling of time travel. This face has been frozen in my memory for many years, and has never been forgotten or blurred. I deliberately took the initiative to talk to Mo Xing'er, but she treated me well, but treated other men like ice.We went to various restaurants to search the refrigerator for food, and I made an exception and allowed her to drink a can of juice. In the bookstore on the fourth floor, knowingly or not, I found my book in front of her—"Ruolan Inn"—you will soon understand the meaning of this title.This made Mo Xing'er more interested in me. Except for daily patrols and meetings with Professor Wu and Luo Haoran, I spent most of my time with her.One night, we were looking up at the "starry sky" in the atrium on the ground floor, but we were bumped into by the professor.Then, I went to chat with the professor alone. "I want to know what you think." "Obviously, you are going to fall in love with Mo Xing'er, and she will also fall in love with you." "Yes, I'm scared." This is what I really think, although I long to be with her every moment, not only because of her face, but also because of many other chemistry.But I am afraid that I will fall in love with her completely, and lose my calmness and reason in the ground - I must keep my head clear, if even I am dizzy, no one will survive the end of the world. "What are you afraid of? This is a good thing!" The professor showed a stern smile, completely different from his public image, "I have never been married, and I have never really loved a woman. I have lived to fifty years old and have no offspring. You Don't you think my life is regrettable?" "It's the end of the world, what's the value of these?" "Zhou Xuan, have you ever thought, hypothetically, that we can all survive underground, not for one or two years, but for ten or twenty years, or even forever." "Forever?" Every time I hear this word in the end of the world, it makes my hair stand on end. "You mean—each of us may die underground?" "This is of course our best ending, but even so, after we die, won't human beings really become extinct?" "Professor, you mean?" My eyes widened, I couldn't believe it was possible. "Yes! After 50 years, we will all be dead. We will die of old age, sickness, death or suicide... Who will be the last person to survive?" Without waiting for my answer, he said to himself, " Zhengtai! This poor child will be the last human being, living alone in the dark underground. Apart from graves and zombies, he will be accompanied by a group of cats and dogs that reproduce by themselves. He will become a lonely old man. You will get love, but you will not have the opportunity to taste the taste of the opposite sex. Think about how pitiful he is, how life would be worse than death! Therefore, if we can survive, we must find a way to have children and bear the heavy responsibility of multiplying human beings!" "Are you going to transform hell into the Garden of Eden?" "Yes, this is the real Noah's Ark. We will become the second batch of Adam and Eve. Although there are only about twenty individuals, the first batch of Homo sapiens is probably no more than this number." What a crazy plan!As soon as I was dreaming in my mind, I became worried: "Even if we young men and women can give birth to offspring and raise adults, but after two or three generations, we will fall into the danger of inbreeding because of the small population." "No, you have to believe in the existence of Y-chromosomal Adam and mitochondrial Eve. Regardless of human beings or other species, the initial population consists of very few individuals, and eventually multiplies into a huge family." "What are you going to do?" "Underground, choose the right opposite sex, form a partner, and create the next generation of human beings." "If there are people who really love each other and want to be together, then no one can stop them." Mo Xing'er's face always appeared in front of my eyes, "However, in the current predicament, everyone does not know whether they can live until tomorrow, and there is no way to stop them." Is it possible to conceive?" "We will protect every pregnant woman and provide them with the best resources until she gives birth to a healthy child." He's crazy! "Do we have a gynecologist? Do we have a midwife? Do we have a sterile and hygienic environment? Do we have qualified newborn food? Even if we can give birth to a baby, can we support it? Professor, please be realistic!" "Gynecologist? Midwife? Disinfection? Food for newborns?" The professor shook his head expressionlessly. "Did humans have these things 10,000 years ago? How did we reproduce until today?" "No, it's too cruel to let our children be born in the end of the world, and let them face death as soon as they are born!" "If we can survive, there will always be someone who can't help having sex with a man and a woman, and will naturally give birth to a child of hell." "Son of Hell?" These words are creepy, I was about to walk away, but the professor whispered in my ear: "If you want, you can talk to Mo Xinger..." "What did you say?" The professor's eyes immediately became wretched: "You are all healthy, smart, and beautiful, and you can breed excellent human offspring." "I'm sorry, in your eyes, I am no different from a male dog, right?" With a strong sense of humiliation, I turned and left.The professor followed behind: "If you don't want her, can you give it to me?" I turned back angrily, grabbed his collar, pushed him against the wall, and spit two words on his face together with saliva: "Dream!" In the early morning of this day, Guo Xiaojun was killed in the dressing room on the fourth floor, and he was still wearing Dior until he died. I guessed right, he was the first person to be taken away by the god of death, but the result came so quickly that people were caught off guard!Fear quickly filled everyone's hearts - if the murderer could not be caught, sooner or later there would be a second victim. It is impossible to determine who the murderer is.Everyone hates Guo Xiaojun, and everyone has a motive to kill.Luo Haoran said that the locker room and the nearby stairs are all surveillance blind spots.Tao Ye and Yang Bing, who patrolled that night, said they found nothing unusual.I don't even know if the murderer is a man or a woman.Although the murder scene was very brutal, women were no less crazy than men.I can only pretend to study the murder scene, talk about the rules of killing in a secret room, and attract other people's contempt. Sorry, I have no practical reasoning ability, and my works have not been read so far, which may be the reason. Today is still an important day-Ching Ming Festival. I suggest that all survivors go to the fourth underground floor to mourn.Although open flames are strictly prohibited according to regulations, and paper money cannot be burned as in the past, at least wine can be sprinkled as a memorial service.However, everyone shook their heads when they heard this suggestion, including Tao Ye who carried Guo Xiaojun's body down with me. "You are not only visiting the graves of the strange dead on the fourth basement floor, but you are also visiting the graves of all human beings destroyed in the end of the world, including our dead family members!" "Can we live another day?" Someone asked. I wanted to answer—"Yes! The dead souls will bless us living people, as long as we have enough respect and remembrance for the dead!" But, will there really be undead to bless us?Those strange dead, don't they hate the living in hell, and try their best to drag us into eternal darkness and cold?Didn’t someone say that the murderer who killed Guo Xiaojun was not us survivors, but zombies from the fourth underground floor! After hesitating again and again, I calmly replied: "I don't know." "whispering sound!" "Except for Yoko and Zhengtai, aren't you Chinese? Didn't you visit your family's ancestors' graves during the Qingming Festival? So many people died, but we are still alive. Aren't you grateful?" "Zhou Xuan!" Professor Wu Hanlei said sternly and disdainfully, "To survive in the harsh underground, you must first respect science. Please don't disturb everyone with superstition." "How is this a superstition? This is the belief and custom of the Chinese people for thousands of years! Even if we are not as devout as Muslims and Christians, we can at least express our condolences for the dead, indicating that we still retain civilization and have not degenerated into barbarism. Raw!" "Survival is the greatest civilization!" "The way is different, we don't conspire with each other!" I left everyone else, including Mo Xing'er who was looking sad, and walked to the grave alone. During the Ching Ming Festival, I found several bottles of baijiu in the supermarket, from Erguotou to Wuliangye, and brought them to the pile of corpses on the fourth basement floor. The smell of rotting corpses has overwhelmed the diesel smell of the generator. I looked at the white and green corpses, their stomachs that were unfortunately swollen by the corpse gas, and the mutilated limbs. I didn't feel any fear or nausea at all.There is only the luck of being a living person, and the sorrow for the dead compatriots. I tried to get as close as possible to the corpse, or the wreckage, barely a foot away, before I opened the wine bottle, and evenly sprinkled the alcohol with a strong smell of food and spices along the edge of the pile of corpses, drawing the two sides of yin and yang. boundaries of boundaries. A cold wind is blowing from nowhere, perhaps from a deeper hell.I stood alone in front of countless dead bodies and undead. I felt infinitely ashamed as a living person, and tears rolled down my cheeks.If living underground is just for survival, how is it different from running cats and dogs?Only faith can only tie our hearts and keep the last hope of being human.Otherwise, sooner or later they will fall into a situation of cannibalism. Seeing that I was about to be overwhelmed by the poisonous gas and stench of the rotting corpse, I left the tomb in a hurry.Turning to the other end of the fourth basement floor, a faint light lit up in the corner. I walked cautiously towards that light——there is hell under hell! There is a small door in the most inconspicuous corner of the fourth floor underground, which needs to be verified by fingerprint and password, but it is now open.There is a staircase going down inside the door, and the light is emitted from the depth of the passage.It seems that as long as you pass through this passage, you can reach another world a thousand years ago. I walked along the steps for a few meters, and suddenly, the soles of my feet became flat, and I entered a dark space, which was so stuffy that I couldn't breathe. Turn on the largest flashlight and slowly shine it in all directions. In the golden beam, a colorful mural jumps out. With my heart almost stopping, the image is stunning, but not pleasing to the eye, and it sends a shudder through my bones. His wrist also trembled violently, and he managed to grab the flashlight firmly and aim it at the painting on the wall.Those characters—no, they are evil spirits in hell, with blue faces and fangs, thick bones, and the King of Hades and judges in official robes.The flashlight moved a few inches to the left, revealing a sea of ​​flames soaring into the sky, burning literati with long robes and long sleeves, noble ladies with black silk long skirts, generals in full armor, dignified monks, ragged beggars, deep Hu people with high eyes... A group of ugly bull-headed horses grabbed some of them and pressed them to the ground, sawing them into several sections with a saw. The image forced my flashlight to look elsewhere.I also saw an ox cart fall from the sky, and there was a mountain of knives full of corpses underneath.And behind the curtain of the bullock cart, there is a beautiful woman with suet-like skin and hair rising high in the flames. It is simply thrilling! In the painting, the woman who was about to be burned to death actually looked exactly like Mo Xing'er! In an instant, the flashlight fell to the ground, smashed into pieces and went out.Hell was plunged into darkness, and the flames in the murals had burned my body—I felt hot, as if my skin was about to be scorched. As I groped frantically to find the little door to come in, a lamp was lit overhead, illuminating a silent face. Luo Haoran! It turned out that he had been standing behind me, and only after I dropped the flashlight did he turn on the only light in the secret room. "The first layer: Tongue Pulling Hell; the second layer: Scissors Hell; the third layer: Iron Tree Hell; the fourth layer: Evil Mirror Hell; the fifth layer: Steamer Hell; the sixth layer: Copper Pillar Hell; the seventh layer: Knife Mountain Hell; Eighth Floor: Iceberg Hell; Ninth Floor: Oil Pot Hell..." His voice was as rich as a radio anchor, but he said these creepy words. I looked into his eyes in panic: "You ……what are you saying?" "The tenth floor: the bull pit hell; the eleventh floor: the stone crushing hell; the twelfth floor: the mortar hell; the thirteenth floor: the blood pool hell; the fourteenth floor: the death hell; the fifteenth floor: the punishment Hell; sixteenth floor: volcanic hell; seventeenth floor: stone-milled hell; eighteenth floor: knife-sawed hell," Luo Haoran continued on, until the last sentence, "the nineteenth floor—you see it?" "Is that the woman in the bullock cart?" I felt beads of sweat dripping from my forehead: "What is this?" "Hell changes." "Oh?" "Four years ago, when the construction of the Future Dream Building began, not only the ancient tombs of the Ming Dynasty were dug out from the ground, but also the ruins of an ancient temple of the Song Dynasty named 'Lanruo Temple'." Luo Haoran's voice seemed to come from hell, bringing the characteristics of the sound line to the extreme, but I thought of Leslie Cheung and the "A Chinese Ghost Story" I listened to before committing suicide. "This is Lanruo Temple?" I haven't said the second half of the sentence - where is Nie Xiaoqian?Is it the beautiful woman who is about to be burned to death in the mural? "That's right. When I first discovered the ruins of this ancient temple, I arrived at the same time with the cultural relics department and inspected this mural that had been buried for thousands of years. The cultural relics bureau said that it was a national treasure and that work must be stopped immediately for protective excavation. However, I spent billions of dollars to buy this piece of land, how can I lose it for nothing? The Bureau of Cultural Heritage also proposed to relocate the temple ruins and murals, which may delay the construction period of the building for several months, but I also rejected it.” "You want to privately hide the murals intact in the basement of the building?" "Yes. I paid a lot of money to buy high-level relations, and asked the Cultural Relics Bureau to delete all the original records of the discovered sites, as if no one had seen them. And I built this miniature museum by myself, secretly hired a group of experts from the Cultural Relics Bureau, Preserve this mural perfectly. Therefore, the Future Dream Building is built extremely strong, partly to protect this mural. This secret room can withstand the most powerful earthquake in history and other disasters, even if it all collapses, there is no need to worry.” The soft and dim lighting overhead must have been carefully designed to minimize damage to the murals.Although the walls are covered with cracks damaged by the earthquake, the murals from a thousand years ago are still colorful, shocking and soul-stirring. "You like this mural so much? Let the national treasure become your personal collection?" "This is not a country or an individual, but a thousand years of history. Only in this place can this mural be perfectly preserved forever, otherwise I'm afraid it will be damaged beyond repair." "I think of Ryunosuke Akutagawa's." "The so-called transformation of hell is originally a Chinese Buddhist theme painting. Wu Daozi in the Tang Dynasty painted more than 300 Buddhist murals, the most famous of which is "Picture of Hell in Disguise." Luo Haoran walked to the mural, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if You can smell the hair of the painter a thousand years ago, "Wu Daozi is a famous painter, and the author who painted the picture before us is an unknown painter who has been forgotten by history." The nameless painting saint?These five words made my heart ache.I used to think that my novels had a special quality that would only be recognized after many years, just like this never-before-known masterpiece. "Did you let me see it on purpose?" "On the Ching Ming Festival, the end of the world, only you dare to visit the graves of the dead underground. I think you are the predestined person for this picture." It's hard to buy a thousand dollars without a fate, but can't take a penny if you have a fate? I didn't think I was lucky, but took a deep breath: "Thank you! But, I want to tell you one thing, when I know you are the owner of this building, I start to hate you." "Because, you also lived in this place, in the old house before the Future Dream Building was built, above the murals and the ancient cemetery." He uttered these words like a demon, making me retreat into the corner of the mural: "How do you know?" "In the underground world, I know everything." "Luo Haoran, have you seen me before?" "yes." "When? I don't remember you." "Of course you won't remember me, but I will never forget you, Zhou Xuan." This made me even more confused. I lowered my head and racked my brains. In just a few tens of seconds, I searched all the people I met in this life and even the previous life in my memory, but I still didn't see the face in front of me. "No, I can't remember, don't scare me!" "Why scare you? If you knew all the truth, you would be full of despair in life." Luo Haoran almost disappeared into the mural, becoming one of the characters, "Zhou Xuan, I still have to say sorry. I admit, yes I bought this land, demolished the home where you were born and raised, moved you to an apartment in the suburbs, and did not give you the compensation you expected. Naturally, you will be deeply disgusted by you. But even if it is not me, there will be other developments If Shang comes to do this, you ordinary people are doomed to doom." The end of the world, even the whole earth has been demolished, why bother with these?At that time, I didn't take the demolition seriously, and I continued to travel around to write, and only came back to hold a meeting on behalf of my parents. I think I don't hate him anymore. "Can I leave? The moisture we exhaled while we were talking will affect the preservation of the murals." "Wait a minute!" Luo Haoran turned off the light and said in the darkness, "I have something to ask for your help. Among the survivors underground, only you can do it for me!" "What's up?" Suddenly, his hand was on my shoulder, as cold as a dead person... A few hours later, my wrist was quite sore, and there were still ink stains on my middle finger, which I hadn't felt for many years. That night, I took Mo Xing'er to the broadcasting room, looked into her eyes, and remembered the woman burned by fire in the mural. She ordered a song "Nobody Sleeps Tonight" for herself. In the singing of Andrea Bocelli, my desire turned into an angry bird, flapping its wings with all its strength, even if it had to hit the south wall. I kissed her forehead and led her into the Future Dream Hotel, the small room where luggage is stored... Mo Xinger handed herself over to me. At the craziest moment, I suddenly saw a face—that charming face that resembled hers, but it was illuminated by a mass of fiery red flames on the mural in the deepest part of the ground. I shouted, it was the last struggle, but I watched her helpless, because I was also tied to the stake... In the second half of the night, the short-term passion ebbed, and the desire was like a shrunken skin, leaving a big blank in my heart.What else can I give her, except momentary pleasure?What will the future hold?Is there still tomorrow?I can't give her a future, no one can do it in the end of the world!So, what the professor said to me that night rang in my ears - what if we had children underground?Me and Mo Xing'er? Listening to her deep breathing in the darkness, I was left with endless regrets...Suddenly, there was a sound.Mo Xing'er woke up too, I pretended I just woke up, got dressed and rushed out. Then came the most horrific discovery—four of the five seriously wounded in the Haagen-Dazs shop were brutally murdered, and the only surviving old man with a flat nose said that the murderer was Axiang, a hair-washing girl! I, Mo Xing'er, Luo Haoran, and Xiao Guang and Tao Ye, who came in response, formed a search team to search for Ah Xiang with various weapons.We first discovered that Yang Bing died in a car accident on the third basement level, and with the help of Churchill, we approached Ah Xiang on the basement level. She took the initiative to attack Mo Xing'er, and I rushed forward desperately. During the scuffle, I grabbed her knife and stabbed her in the heart. she died. I hope it's all just fantasy, or a nightmare I haven't woken up from last night.However, I looked at the blood on my hand, the handle of the knife stuck in Ah Xiang's chest, Xiao Guang and Tao Ye who surrounded me, Mo Xing'er's terrified eyes... Needless to say anything! I seemed to lose consciousness, knelt on the ground numbly, and kowtowed to the dead Axiang.No one should die lightly, even after committing a grave sin. They all laughed at me, including Mo Xing'er, and laughed at me, a third-rate writer who wrote many mystery novels about murder and death, but couldn't face real murder—maybe most writers who write crimes are cautious in life, We can only describe killing as a delicate and artistic work in the imagination of words, just like the masters of the Renaissance are creating "Mona Lisa" or "David", but that is just a novel! Once you kill someone, your life changes completely. The strangest thing is, Ah Xiang could stab me to death, but why did she stop suddenly?The tip retracted before it pierced my heart, giving me a chance to grab her knife.If not, she would not have died by the knife. I saw something in Ah Xiang's eyes before she died.But I dare not recall, as long as I recall her face, I have a splitting headache. It's the fourth day of the end of the world, and my fantasy Utopia is crumbling, like I've been shattered by murder. Mo Xing'er has been with me all night, but I don't know how long this time will last. If there is tomorrow? That night, I fell asleep very early, and I was awakened by the noise in the corridor on the third floor until the early morning.I rushed out with my clothes on, and saw Mo Xing'er in a dirty white dress, and Yutian Yoko was wrapping her in a blanket. When Mo Xing'er saw me, she closed her eyes, bowed her head and trembled violently, I forced her to turn her face, and stroked her blood-stained cheek, but didn't realize that I was also trembling non-stop.She wouldn't answer my questions, wouldn't even let me touch her, and kept pushing into Yoko Tamada's arms until the Japanese woman pushed me away. "What the hell happened?" I yelled furiously. An unknown person interjected softly: "She was raped." These words were like a hammer, hitting my back hard, making me almost kneel in front of Mo Xing'er. After a moment of silence, she said the person's name: "Xu Pengfei." I'm going to kill him! Hit his head with an iron rod?Stabbed his stomach with a knife?Pick out his heart with a dagger?Split his limbs with a saw?Break his neck with wire?Oh, and don't forget to castrate him with a Swiss Army knife! kill him!kill him!kill him! A minute later, Tao Ye, Xiaoguang, I prepared weapons and entrusted Mo Xing'er to the Japanese woman.We check all corridors and shops in turn.Luo Haoran also heard about Mo Xing'er, and for the first time showed a surprised expression.我希望罗浩然能带我们去监控室，因为整栋大楼只有他一个人可以进去。但罗浩然拒绝了我的要求，理由是没有任何有价值的发现，何况他还要保护大家的隐私。我为此勃然大怒，差点到了动手的地步，但他毫不退让。 “大家听好了！抓到许鹏飞，格杀勿论！”我把上半身探出七楼的中庭栏杆，对楼上楼下的搜索队员高喊。我亲自搜查了未来梦影城的每一个放映厅，幻想用利刃割开强奸犯的脖子，用他的鲜血洗刷我的双手。 我想，我已经疯了。 搜索持续了几个小时，所有楼层全都找过了，却依然没有许鹏飞的下落。丘吉尔原本跟着我们搜索，但不听从我的指挥，又回去找它的主人了。 第六天的清晨，楼下传来了尖叫声。 Damn it!我们把酒店大堂漏了！ 我第一个冲到底楼，穿过那条黑暗的走道，来到未来梦大酒店的大堂，尖叫就是从寄存行李的小房间里传出的。 为什么偏偏是这里？我们抄着家伙冲进去，看到了丁紫与海美，还有倒在血泊中的女清洁工——第八个死者。 凶手已证实是许鹏飞！ 小光留下来守着两个高中女生，我与陶冶抬着女清洁工的尸体去埋葬。 地下四层，尸体堆散发出来的腐臭几乎让我们晕倒，将女清洁工安葬以后，楼上似乎又传来了声响。 当我们来到地下一层的超市，发现了许鹏飞的尸体。 我开始还为没能亲手宰了这畜生而遗憾，但看到停留在他眼睛里的电钻以后，不禁由衷地赞叹这个杀人的创意真他妈好！既富有艺术性，又结合了电能与机械，最重要的是让死者痛苦到极点，不仅是肉体的痛苦，更有临死前心理上的恐惧。 更给力的是一群饥饿的猫狗，正把这个畜生的尸体作为早餐，我阻止了其他人的干预，这是一个强奸犯所能得到的最好下场。 然后，我躲到了卫生间里，看着镜子前自己的脸，如同死人般苍白，脸颊上爬满了胡须，头发根根直立，就连眼袋也更为明显。 我知道其他人在用怎样的目光看我。我完全变成了另一个人——不再是那个谦逊有礼冷静理智厌恶暴力尊重生命以德报怨的男人，而是一个嗜血暴戾独断专横凶残霸道的变态！ 数小时后，我找到莫星儿。 她已换上新的干净衣服，我抱着她想尽一切努力来安慰，可是当我靠近她，总有一种恶心的感觉。我知道这只是心理作用，以为还会闻到那个强奸犯的味道，残留在她的身体表面或者里面。 “星儿，我会永远爱你的。” 这句话说出口的时候，其实我对自己毫无信心，我觉得自己是那么软弱和虚伪。 不错，我已不再是我，她也不再是她了！她不再是我心目中洁白无瑕的女子，不再是与我共同在世界末日仰望星空聆听《今夜无人入眠》的女子。 对不起，这不是你的错，而是我的罪责。 总有一个声音在耳边响起：她是一个被别的男人强暴过的女人！周旋，你清醒一下吧，她的身体已经被别人占有过了，你触摸到的她的每一寸肌肤，都可能是那个肮脏的男人触摸过甚至是舔过的！ 我为什么会这么想？想得如此龌龊与下流！肮脏的人不是她，而是我自己！真想跑出去扇自己一百个耳光。 可我终究没有再吻过她。 我想，在我与莫星儿之间，已竖起了一道看不见的墙，无论我们还能活多久。 就在我对自己绝望的同时，这座地底的大楼也开始绝望了，最后一滴柴油耗尽，彻底的黑暗笼罩世界末日，动物们开始自相残杀——我们这些幸存的人类又何尝不是如此！ “我们快死了吗？”莫星儿痴痴地问了一句。 而我嘴上的答案恰好与心里想的相反。 几天前，我精心规划的地下世界，被寄予厚望的理想国，一下子礼崩乐坏，变成了真正的地狱。 I failed. 我高估了他们的纪律感、道德心、团结力、忍耐度……同时，我也低估了他们的自私、残暴、肉欲、疯狂、报复心……我也错估了我自己！ 所有规则都失效了，纪律全部作废，只剩下最后一条规则——活着。 为了遵守这条规则，人们可以做一切可怕的事。就像现在的我，等到莫星儿睡着，独自漫游在世界末日的茫茫黑夜。我必须拿着铁棍与刀子，否则就会有野狗来袭击我，底楼中庭响彻着狗吠，它们也在进行一场生死存亡的战争。 我戴着口罩穿过那些危险的动物，其中有头特别巨大的高加索，我相信此刻的它绝对是会吃人的。我提着一盏应急照明灯，不时露出藏在腰间的利刃，这头野兽也不敢轻举妄动。 来到地下四层，这里弥漫着地狱的气味，如果不戴口罩就会当场被毒死！尸体堆跟前，我意外地看到了吴寒雷教授。虽然也戴着口罩，却一眼能认出他来。他的目光与我同样绝望，死死盯着那些尸体，手里还有一把刀子，那不是防身的武器，而是厨房里的切肉刀！ 转瞬，我明白了他的意图。饥肠辘辘的我冒险来到这里，竟与他想到了一起。 我想要看看是否能吃死人的肉。七天时间不可能全部烂光，肯定还会留下一些可以吃的，只要清理地足够干净，煮得久一些就可以了。 我变成动物了吗？ 我和吴教授彼此对看了一眼，羞愧地同时放下手中刀子，低着头离开了末日公墓。 回到楼上的过程中，我感到强烈的倦意，每走一步都很困难，随时都可能晕倒。真的中了尸体的毒气？不知道走了几层楼，应急照明灯掉在地上熄灭了。我摸瞎般走入一个小房间，倒在一大堆纸箱子里，昏昏沉沉睡了过去。 又不知过了多久，我被声音惊醒。小房间里有人在说话。 先是听到一个年轻的声音，仔细分辨确认是小光，然后是罗浩然在回答。 一束微弱的手电光，照出被捆住手脚的罗浩然——怎么他的拉布拉多犬不见了？ 我屏住呼吸不发出一点声音，把自己也当作了空气。在黑暗中躲在纸箱堆中，他们应该不会发现我的。何况，小光的全部注意力都放在了罗浩然身上——他对这个中年男人充满了仇恨，就差用酷刑来使罗浩然招供了。 然而，他们谈话的内容却让我毛骨悚然。 十几分钟过去，我的心脏就要停止跳动。藏在距离他们只有一米远的地方，清楚地听着小光与罗浩然说出那些秘密——我想我已不是血肉之躯，而是一尊没有生命的雕塑。但不是麻木，而是震惊。 最后的审判。 我看到小光掏出了匕首。 刀尖抵着罗浩然的胸口，我在想象利刃刺入他的心脏，鲜血喷溅到少年脸上的刹那。 这个十八岁男孩的双手却在颤抖，刀子丝毫都无法前进。我真想爬起来，从背后推小光一把，帮他把刀尖捅进去，立即执行死刑。 No! 小光手中的匕首掉到了地上，他恐惧地后退两步，看着罗浩然的眼睛——他认输了。 No!我想要爬起来，捡起那把匕首塞回到他手里。但或许在黑暗中藏得太久，我竟已习惯沉默扮作雕塑。 我眼睁睁看着小光为罗浩然松绑，低头转身离开。 罗浩然却从地上捡起匕首。 God! 几乎同时，我从纸箱堆中跳了起来，但罗浩然冷酷敏捷得像一只豹子，还不容我眨眼的瞬间，就把匕首扎进了小光的后背。 非常准确，心脏位置！ “啊！”我发出这辈子最凄惨的叫声，即便隔着一层口罩。 就在我扑到罗浩然身上之前，他已飞快地转身，逃出黑暗的小房间。我颤抖着扑回到小光身上。他浑身是血，倒在地上，背后还插着那把匕首。我从地上捡起手电，看到他苍白的脸，无神的眼睛。 抽搐了几秒钟，小光的最后一丝光熄灭了。 他死在我的怀中。 无边黑暗的世界末日，四周拂来阴冷的风，不时响起野狗的狂吠。我抱着俊美的少年，看着他紧闭的眉眼，画出来似的完美嘴唇与下巴，足以迷倒任何少女的细碎长发。他的身体渐渐冰凉。 我从他背后拔出那把匕首——本应刺破罗浩然心脏的匕首，几乎放尽了少年的鲜血。必须让它回到它本应停留的地方去。 接下来，我疯狂地在各个楼层寻找罗浩然，包括那条拉布拉多犬。我明白这是一场猫捉老鼠的游戏，何况我这只猫绝对是只瞎猫！既然他能在地下四层底下建造一个微型博物馆，就能在大厦各个角落修建秘密空间——狡兔三窟。 在底楼的哈根达斯店里，我发现重伤的塌鼻子老人已经死了——尸体被咬得残缺不全，几条疯狗一边互相厮打，一边拖出死人的内脏，叼着人骨到处乱跑。 在几乎要被吃光的老人附近，还躺着另一具尸体残骸，已经被猫狗啃烂了，很快会变成一堆支离破碎的骸骨。 Who is he? 当我准备把这两具尸体埋葬到地下四层时，想起一个可能性——那些猫狗会不会去吃死去的小光呢？ 我抛下这两个可怜的死者，回到七楼。我将死去的小光背上肩头，尸体当然沉重，但我没感到吃力。 背着他走过地下一层超市，我忽然停下，让小光平躺在地上，静静地看着他的脸。 两小时后，我仍旧保持这个姿势，直到楼上传来骇人的枪声。但我的双腿已麻木，肌肉钻心地疼痛，挣扎许久才站起来。我担心那些猫狗还会靠近他，整个世界末日的地底，只有地下四层是安全的，猫狗们一旦靠近那堆尸体，就会被腐尸之气毒死。 趁着小光的关节和肌肉还没有僵硬，我艰难地把他驮到背上，往地底的坟墓走去。他的脸就靠在我的脸颊边，细碎长发扫着我的脖子，整个人冷得如同一块冰。 这时，我遇到了丁紫，四一中学的高三女生，算起来还是我的学妹。 丁紫哭着亲吻死去的小光，还抽打我，直到我嘴角出血，我这才告诉她——杀死小光的人不是我，而是罗浩然。 她发誓要杀了他。 我继续背着少年的尸体，少女握紧他垂下的手，一起走到地下四层。我们把小光埋葬在死尸堆中，再没有什么可以来伤害他了，除了大自然。 第七个末日，也是人类最后一个耶稣复活节。 我和丁紫全副武装，分头在各个楼层搜索罗浩然。我发现底楼的动物全死光了，其中不少是被子弹射杀的。这把枪必定在罗浩然手中。 七楼的模型店门口，我发现了一具男性尸体，看起来死了没多久，因为有一股血腥味。他的特点是灰头土脸瘦骨嶙峋，而且散发着屎尿的恶臭，无论如何都分辨不出他是谁。 恐怕又是一个陌生人。或许，当我们这二十来个幸存者自以为是最后的人类而挣扎时，在这偌大的地下空间里，还藏着许多人沉默地看着我们。 犹豫片刻，还是决定送他去埋葬。但我没力气把死人背下七楼，找来一捆尼龙绳，将一端系在尸体上，又把尸体从中庭栏杆外抛了下去。 底下传来一记沉闷的声音。 缓缓走到底楼中庭，这个倒霉的男人并未支离破碎，我抓着绳子将他拖向地下四层。幸好他不像其他尸体那么沉——会不会生前已饿了许多天？ 来到地底的坟墓，我匆匆把他往尸体堆边一放，没敢再看小光的尸体。 一整天，除了喝过两口发酸的水，我再没吃过东西，仅有的食物留给了莫星儿。我没再看到过罗浩然与他的狗，吴寒雷教授也已失踪，只能确定陶冶、玉田洋子、正太，还有丁紫依然活着。 晚上，九点。 我相信，我们中的大多数人，都不可能活到明天早上。 突然，头顶的穹顶发出惊天动地的声响。 要么就是我们将全部同归于尽，要么就是——不，难道还有天使吗？在那么多人死去以后，在我也尝到了杀人的滋味以后，在人类的幸存者们作了那么多罪孽之后……不要！特别是不要让罗浩然也逃出去！ 我用最大的应急照明灯对准头顶的穹顶照了照，果然看到不断有裂缝出现。 “快点往九楼电影院跑！” 刹那间，我看到一个人和一条狗窜进了电影院的通道。 kill him! 我在摇晃中摔了几个跟头，武器只剩下那把匕首了——小光准备用来杀死罗浩然却反被他杀死的匕首。 那一人一狗跑在前面，而我跟在后头，用手电仓促地照射着他们的背影。我的身后还跟着其他人，大概都已想到了求生的可能性。 但我不想求生，我只想求死，与眼前那个男人同归于尽！ 忽然，罗浩然带着他的狗钻进了通道旁边的一个小房间。 几乎就在同时，头顶的天花板砸了下来，把我埋到了废墟底下。 不过我的反应非常机敏，立刻全身缩到墙角。虽然也被压得不轻，但并没有被深埋在下面。我努力挣扎了几分钟，听到外面响起拉布拉多犬的吠声。终于，我艰难地挣脱枷锁，活着从废墟中爬了出来。 我刚要往小房间走去，眼角闪过一道手电光。我本能地躲藏起来。那个人的手电异常光亮，照亮了他的一身黑色警服，还有有着“救援”二字的红色头盔。 他是所有幸存者的天使——除了我。 没错，是从地面来救援我们的警察，说不定后面还跟随着大队人马——并没有所谓的世界末日，只是我们这栋楼遭遇了灾难，我开始后悔为什么七天前没有从十九楼的窗户跳出去。 那个警察几乎走到了我面前，而我完全藏身于黑暗中，屏住呼吸未被发现。 我认出了他的脸。 叶萧！ 这是老天爷和我开的玩笑吗？那么多年以后，我们这对少年时最好的朋友，又回到了这里，却在地底的深处重逢。 他是兵，而我——是贼。 我不能跳出来，现在还不能让他知道我的存在。 因为，我还要杀一个人。 No! ——小房间里响起了一声狗叫！我眼睁睁看着叶萧循声而去，弯腰钻进罗浩然与他的狗藏身的小房间，如果那个男人还没被压死，必定会被叶萧救出来。 但我不敢跟在他后面进去，无论罗浩然是死是活，叶萧都会阻止我的任何行动。 何况，就算我手里拿着匕首，对叶萧来说却不过是小儿科，我根本不会有机会。 我在小房间门口徘徊了几分钟，却始终没有看到叶萧出来，附近也没有其他救援人员出现，只有对讲机的噪音不时从电影院外传来。 what happened?罗浩然是死是活？还是叶萧正在抢救他？ 我已心急如焚，实在无法等待下去了。这个小门里是放映间，那么肯定还有一个放映窗口——看电影时从头顶掠过的那道白光，就是从这个窗口射出来的。 于是，我悄悄地转到最近的一个放映厅，这里大部分已经坍塌了，但放映窗口还没有被堵塞。我蹑手蹑脚地爬上废墟，踮着脚尖往小窗口里看去，但愿就是罗浩然藏身的放映间。 果然，我听到了一阵激烈的狗吠。 我感觉自己像个隐身的幽灵，已融化在空气中，没有任何人能看到我。 我看到了罗浩然。 那小小的窗口就像数码相机的屏幕，手电的强光照出一个古墓般的狭窄空间。这还是我第一次看到电影院的放映机房，大部分都坍塌变成了废墟，只有靠近门口的一块还算完好。 罗浩然全身都被压在一堆瓦砾中，只有双手无力地伸在外面，污血染红了他的脖子，沾满了地上的那片碎玻璃。他仰头挺直着脖子，露出一道长长的横切伤口，肌肉组织与气管也暴露在空气中。 他的眼睛还睁着，绝望地看着前方——不，罗浩然的视线正对着放映机房的窗口，他如果还活着的话，一定会清晰地看到我的脸。 he died. 我的这张冷酷无情的脸，将出现在他死后的世界里，毫无疑问那将是冰冷的地狱。 April 8.Sunday.Night, 22:19. Future Dream Building, ninth floor, Future Dream Studios, No. 7 Screening Hall, film projection machine room. 我唯一遗憾的是，没有亲手割断他的脖子。 死去的罗浩然身边，那条拉布拉多犬也被困在废墟里，只露出头，在疯狂地嚎叫。 还有一个人，怔怔地站在死者面前，穿着被灰尘弄脏的警服，戴着红色的救援头盔，还戴着一副口罩，用手电照亮这幕凶杀现场。 他是叶萧，他没有发现我的存在，只是像尊雕像一样站着，用冷峻的眼神看着死者。 不是我杀的，那又会是谁？我想起罗浩然刚逃进放映机房，外面的通道就发生了坍塌，大概就是救援队员打穿九楼的穹顶造成的。同时，我也被压在了废墟里，当我幸运地爬出来，其间已过去了五六分钟，然后我才看到叶萧走进这个小房间。 就是这五六分钟的时间差，有人冲进放映机房，用刀子或者就是地上的碎玻璃，割开了被压在废墟里无力反抗的罗浩然的脖子。 Who did this?谁替我杀死了他？丁紫？还是莫星儿？甚至是陶冶或玉田洋子？这里的每一个人，都可能对他充满仇恨。 而且，我也无法确定，当通道坍塌的时候，我身后的那几个人是否被压住了。对了，这里的影院通道四通八达，如同迷宫一般，叶萧并不是从我们逃亡的方向进来的，如果他从反方向进入，就不可能发现我们这些幸存者。 不，我不能站在这里被警察看到！ 我立刻跑出了放映厅，爬过已成废墟的通道，直到尽头最深的地方。我扔掉了准备用来杀死罗浩然的匕首，又把自己埋进砖石瓦砾堆中，故意把头上和手上弄得全是伤痕。整个过程我用了十分钟，必须拼命地挖开许多水泥块，还得有足够的耐心，否则埋得太浅一看就是假的。同时外面响起喧闹声，无疑救援队员已经开始挖掘了，说不定已救出了其他几个幸存者。但愿莫星儿能尽快被救出来。 当我刚把自己全部埋入废墟，感到呼吸困难的时候，头顶就响起脚步声，有人说：“生命探测仪有反应了！” 两三分钟后，我被救了出来，抬上担架送出通道。 身上还在不停流血，我睁着眼睛，直到叶萧把我拦了下来。 他看着我，我也看着他。 “周——旋——” 他还记得我，我感到欣慰。他激动地伸出手来，紧紧地抓住了我的右手。 It's still hot. 然后，你们都已经知道了，我顺利得救被送到地面——不但没有世界末日，连所谓的地震都不曾发生过，在复活节之夜的星空下，只有未来梦大厦变成了一片陷落的平地，而周围所有的摩天大楼全都安然无恙。 无数镜头对着我。我看到其他人也被救了上来，包括莫星儿也还活着。 我用眼神告诉她，也告诉了丁紫——罗浩然已经死了。 子夜时分，我们被送到了医院，住进隔离病房，得到了最好的治疗和照顾。 病房干净整洁，每天有护士来消毒，可我仍能闻到一股死尸气味——据说无论怎样清除，尸臭都可以持续数月不散，或许这尸臭就附着在我的表皮上毛发里。 虽然从想象的世界末日中捡回一条命，也算亲眼看到了罗浩然的尸体，我依然整晚没睡着。我在想，叶萧以及救援队员们还会在地底发现什么？我们努力生存过的痕迹？那些猫与狗的尸体和骨头？动物吃剩的人体残渣？地下四层的坟墓？ 叶萧只能发现这么多了，他不可能知道那些可怕的秘密，绝不能让任何人知晓的真相——除非我们这几个幸存者中，有人愿意把自己的罪孽公之于众。 不，这不可能，没人愿意说出来的，大家会不约而同地保守秘密，甚至会各自编造不同的谎言。说不定他们都没有睡着，都在焦虑地打着腹稿，还要背得滚瓜烂熟，以免回答询问时露出破绽。 第二天，我仍没有想好，无数种方案都被一一推翻。你想想，要把七天七夜里发生的事大部分加以虚构，又不能自相矛盾，要比写最复杂的小说都困难。 中午之前，我