Apocalypse: I watch a survival game in a safe house

The cold wind is like a knife and the setting sun is like blood.

The vague evening light lingers at the end of the sea and sky.

The sea surface was terrifyingly cold and calm, leaving only the vast and dead silence between heaven and earth.

A huge icebreaker slowly approached over the vast Arctic Ocean.

It has been drifting on the sea for several days. If it were not for this huge icebreaker, it would never be able to roam the deep sea in such a cold ice apocalypse.

But at this time, there were few crew members on this huge icebreaker.

Because the huge hull can withstand the erosion of the Arctic Ocean, but it cannot stop the north wind on the sea that is sharper than a knife.

The entire Shirase has always been unmanned. Today in 2050, artificial intelligence has replaced most mechanical work.

Even in this dangerous environment, bursts of low music could be faintly heard from the boat.

On the deck of the icebreaker Shirase, a man wearing a gray newsboy cap and a matching suit vest leaned lazily against the fence.

He is tall and thin, and looks to be around thirty or forty years old.

Being able to stay outside in such a cold environment without wearing cold-proof clothing shows that he must be an extraordinary person, and he must be an extraordinary person with a very good physique or the ability to withstand the cold.

The deep music came from the shakuhachi in his hand.

When the song ended, he looked at the dead sea and raised his head to gaze into the distance.

There was a meaningful smile on the corner of his mouth. When he smiled, he gave people a very evil feeling, like a scheming fox.

He put away the shakuhachi, turned around and walked towards the cabin.

There were more people in the cabin below at this time.

The warm air from the air conditioner makes the environment below comfortable and pleasant.

When the man in the newsboy cap came in, a man dressed as a samurai was lying lazily against the wall at the door.

He had long hair in a bun, wore a dark blue kimono, and was barefoot.

Although he looked like he was sleeping, he was holding a samurai sword wrapped with a red string in his arms.

Through his loose kimono, you can vaguely see a short sword hidden in his arms.

At the bar not far away, two men were gambling, and the way they gambled was the simplest coin tossing.

A man with slicked-back hair and gold-rimmed glasses was the dealer.

The man opposite him with a long scar on his face guessed the heads or tails.

It seemed like a fair game, but Scarface kept losing, and soon his front was filled with empty sake bottles.

Newsboy Cap passed the samurai and the two gamblers and came to the center of the cabin.

There is a small table here.

A woman wearing a Heshi shrine maiden costume sat at the table.

An ancient scroll was spread out in front of her. In her hand, she held a brush with a goblin statue on the head and dipped it into the ink in the box next to her.

But the ink was not black, but red, bright red like blood.

Newsboy half-knelt before her, looked up and smiled as he asked, "How's my fortune today?"

The witch bowed respectfully to the newsboy cap and said, "Shangji!"

Newsboy nodded in satisfaction and breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's great! If we keep going like this, we'll be able to land in the city called Linhai soon."

He turned his head to look at the sofa not far away, where sat a man who was nearly two meters tall and as strong as a brown bear.

But the man was wearing a black suit and flipping through a sailing magazine with his big hands, which made the picture somewhat incongruous.

"Grand Workshop, how far do we have to go?"

The man named Daikoku Enjin didn't even look up. "Three more days."

The newsboy raised his head with a smile, looked at the ceiling and said with emotion: