dramatic death

At 19:30 in the evening, Commercial Street.

Eve stood under the eaves of the "Afternoon Tea" dessert house in a large black coat, looking up at the dark gray sky not far away.

It gets dark early in winter, and before eight o'clock, the street lights on both sides are already on.The tiny raindrops gradually gathered into bean-sized drops, drenching passers-by to flee in all directions. A very ordinary-looking man passed through the crowd with an umbrella, lowered his head and smiled at Eve, and knelt down in front of her.

"What are you thinking?" the man asked.

Eve withdrew her gaze, her bright red eyes looking at the man's face.She didn't open her mouth, but a voice came out of the mobile terminal on the man's wrist: "There, someone is going to die."

"Can you see?" The man stretched out his hand and rubbed her head, then pointed to himself with a smile, "Didn't I teach you just now, talk," his fingers moved upward along his Adam's apple, staying in the half-opened position. On the lips, "use here."

Eve nodded, blinked his eyes and slowly opened his mouth wide, and seemed to think this practice was a bit strange, and looked at the man blankly with his mouth open.

"It doesn't need to be so big," the man smiled and gestured in front of his mouth, "It's like this, didn't we check it just now?"

Eve nodded vigorously, opened her mouth again, and said word by word: "I, can, see, see." Then she stopped and looked at the man intently.

The man smiled and rubbed her head again: "Yes, that's it, you did a good job."

"So, why were you able to see his death?"

"No, death," Eve paused, showing a rare troubled expression, "Yes, time."

She nodded, as if affirming what she said.Immediately afterwards, a string of numbers emerged from the mobile terminal on the man's wrist, 95:15:02, and it was decreasing, like a bomb that was about to explode.

"He's going to die in less than four days?" the man asked.

Eve nodded, afraid that the man would not understand, and then added: "I, saw, the message. She, access, I, saw it."

"You mean, he has access to your terminal and can see everything connected to the network like you?"

Eve nodded, then shook her head vigorously: "It's not the same," she said, "People will die."

The man looked at her in silence for a while, then suddenly smiled, stood up and stretched his stiff legs.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the gurgling water flowed into the drain, leaving clear veins.Holding an umbrella, the man picked up Eve from the ground with one hand.He stepped into the rushing rain, his tall and thin figure gradually blending into the torrential rain.

He said: "eve, human beings are like this. But we can't stop, we still have a long way to go."

……

21:07, Garden District.

Yin Tong woke up from the nightmare.

He moved his frozen unconscious body for a while, unconsciously looking at the apples placed in the fruit bowl, and dazedly saw water droplets slipping from the peel in the moonlight and falling into the dirty bloody water below.

In the dream a few minutes ago, he dreamed of the classroom that kept repeating.

First the distant bells, then the dark dusk. At 18:45, Yin Tong opened his eyes in the empty classroom.

The doors and windows on all sides were closed tightly, and the broken radio was making a "rustling" noise.He realized that he got up unsteadily and walked towards the back door. Before opening the door, he seemed to recall something vaguely, and looked up at the blackboard in front of the classroom.

There were still messy chalk marks on the blackboard, and he found what he was looking for in the lower right corner.

It was a small umbrella, under which were written the names of two people, the one on the left had been erased, leaving only the lonely one on the right.

Suddenly there was a dull heavy sound outside the window, hitting Yintong's tympanic membrane like a roaring thunder.There was a clear sound of footsteps at the end of the distant corridor, as if something was walking heavily towards the classroom where he was.

"pat"

"pat"

Footsteps echoed clearly in the corridor.

Yin Tong grabbed the handle of the back door, he seemed to remember something, and he seemed to remember nothing.His memory was fuzzy, his fingertips trembled and gradually became cold, layers of panic poured into his limbs along with the blood, and the wooden door in front of him was like a moat, separating him from the things in the corridor in two worlds.

He remembered.

This door cannot be opened.

However, his hand trembled out of control, and five fingers were tightly glued to the handle.He watched them slowly tighten and spin to the right until the rusty hinges let out a small whine.

—like a nightingale whose throat has been pierced, leaving a last sob before dying.

"squeak"

The door opened.

The dazzling sunlight flooded into Yintong's field of vision instantly, and in a trance, he seemed to hear his heartbeat missing half a beat.

Everything "outside the door" was completely different from what he remembered.

There is no corridor at dusk, no huge doll executioner, the wide open door is facing the soft fabric sofa, and the evening sun passes through the half-open French windows, gently wrapping around the glass tea table in front of the window.

The apple on the tea table was still stained with water drops, Yin Tong watched it slowly roll across the fruit plate, and roll to the edge of the tea table facing the imprint of the sun, leaving dots of water marks.

Then suddenly fell.

The bright red apple smashed into the dirty blood on the ground, rolled and bumped into the woman's loose hair.Yin Tong's gaze followed the apples, and with the evening sun, they stayed on the woman's stiff cheeks.

He saw a pair of dark eyes.

The woman's eyes were still open and looked like a poor quality black stone.Her hair was scattered in the blood, her chest was stabbed bloody and bloody, and the large bloodstains on the home clothes were like tiny bugs, crawling and spreading to occupy the woman's clean clothes.

She is dead.

Yin Tong staggered and took two steps forward, something hit his chest, and with the sound of his heartbeat, he had difficulty breathing and his vision shook.He couldn't see the woman's graceful figure, couldn't see her pale face clearly, the large swaths of dirty blood made him dizzy, trembling and unable to move half a step.

He knelt down by the sofa, on the dirty sticky blood, and looked at the pale face of the woman (the deceased).

Just a few minutes ago, this face was smiling softly.

He bent down and tightened and loosened his hands against his stomach.There were throbbing pains in his stomach, as if the weapon that chopped up the woman's abdomen had pierced him with holes.

He feels pain.

Then he heard the sound of overwhelming rain, and the sudden thunderbolt woke him up from the nightmare.

Yin Tong sat on the sofa panting heavily in shock, only felt that his eyes were blurred, and all the scenes in his vision were twisted into a ball, squeezed and rotated in the darkness covered with snowflakes.

He felt like a piece of dirty laundry that had just been stuffed into the washing machine, lingering in the rapidly spinning laundry tub.He felt nauseous, as if he had just swallowed a piece of fresh flesh. There was a strong smell of rust in his dry throat, and his whole body was shivering from the cold.

The room was pitch black, the central city's power center seemed to be malfunctioning, the air conditioning system stopped working, and the whole living room was as cold as an ice cellar under the rainstorm.

Yin Tong trembled and exhaled a long breath, his eyes paused for a moment on the apples in the fruit plate, then he covered his mouth and rushed into the bathroom, holding the sink and throwing up in a daze.

He unconsciously pressed the sensor of the water outlet, and looked up at the mirror in front of him amidst the sound of roaring water.

A blurry shadow reflected on the cold mirror.He reached out and wiped it, as if he had touched a layer of damp water vapor.

Behind that, behind his shadow, seemed to hide something dark.

— like hiding a huge, clumsy stuffed animal.

The temperature in the air dropped suddenly, and Yin Tong felt as if his head had been stabbed by something.He suddenly turned his head and looked back, and the whole person suddenly woke up.

There was nothing behind him, and he was alone in the entire bathroom.

Yin Tong looked at his fingers on the mirror, and at his own figure on the mirror, he felt as if he had fallen into another hallucination, or hadn't escaped from the hallucination at all.

He felt dazed, and couldn't even tell what was reality and what was an illusion.

He is like an ant, being played by someone in the palm of his hand.

……

21:10, Lakeside Community.

Wen Qiu was leaning against the window drinking water.

He didn't like coffee and tea very much. When he was living in the abandoned capital, he drank all the refreshments in one go. He nearly died suddenly after staying awake for more than five days, so that he didn't want to touch such things now.

Both Dong Tiantian and Nie Shuangshuang knew about his problem, so the house only had milk and boiled water.Wen Qiu was leaning against the window sill, holding the cup in his hand, his eyes wandered in the dark night outside the window, it was raining outside, and there was a wet watermark on the glass.

The power outage lasted nearly two hours.

To be precise, it has been stopped for 1 hour and 55 minutes.

It is rare for Central City to experience such a large-scale and prolonged power failure, as serious as the humanoid computer that manages the terminal has gone on strike.Wen Qiu looked at the accumulated water on the window sill outside the house and formed a small stream. From the corner of his eye, he looked into the living room as if someone had entered.It bent its body like a fluffy "little monster".

The little monster made whimpering and whining noises as it moved forward, as if there were two quarreling children hiding in its belly.Wen Qiu took another sip from the water glass, pretending not to notice, caught a glimpse of the other party tripping on the sofa from the corner of his eye, and then hesitantly put the water glass on the edge of the window sill.

—It would be bad if it was knocked over.

As he thought about it, he watched the fluffy little monster rush over.Dong Tiantian and Nie Shuang covered him with blankets, one big and one small, two live treasures huddled together by the window sill, warming his body instantly.

"Surprise!"

—Wow, Surprise.

Wen Qiu read a sentence silently in his heart, and opened his arms to hug the two children.

"Why don't you stay upstairs?" he asked.

Dong Tiantian blinked his eyes in the dark, and said, "We can't just stay upstairs, Mr. Wen stays downstairs by himself, the lights are dark and the wind and rain are blowing, it sounds pitiful."

"That's right," Nie Shuangshuang also pinched his throat, deliberately imitating the appearance of a slender girl in a coquettish voice, "How can we abandon Teacher Wen and play alone on a lonely night~"

"..."

Wen Qiu covered his forehead and sighed, wondering where you all learned these things.However, before he could criticize education, Dong Tiantian asked curious questions.

"What were you thinking just now?"

"what?"

"Just now," Dong Tiantian was wrapped in a blanket, showing his head, holding his waist with one hand, and asked with a chuckle, "What are you thinking while standing by the window?"

Wen Qiu was silent for a moment, then lowered his head to meet Nie Shuangshuang's slightly worried eyes, he figured out what was going on in these two people's little heads, and for a while, he felt his heart was filled with warm blood.

He said: "I didn't think about anything, but I just felt a little strange. The power outage this time was a bit too long, and I always felt that something was wrong."

Nie Shuang blinked, lowered his head and buried his head in the arms of the two adults. He said, "It's useless for you to worry now. Even if there is any problem, we have to wait until the power is restored."

"That's right." Wen Qiu rubbed the two little heads in his arms, "This kind of thing really can't be found out until the terminal resumes operation."

"After all, now is an era supported by the Internet."