I killed the film and television world

Chapter 463 Public Library

First there was the baptism of a tsunami, and then a tornado passed through.

In the end, all that was left of the entire Manhattan area of ​​New York was the devastation that engulfed the entire city.

Almost all the tall buildings were shattered to pieces, while most of the low-rise commercial buildings were completely submerged by the tsunami.

What luckily survived were some mid-rise buildings of about a hundred meters in height.

However, the good news is that the threat posed by the Angel of Death has been eliminated, as Song Ren's consecutive massacres have almost completely cleared out the entire Manhattan city area.

For ordinary people, this is definitely a blessing in disguise.

At least you don’t have to worry about making any noise and being harvested by the angel of death that may appear at any time.

at the moment
Song Ren was standing on the top floor of a mid-rise building that was only thirty to fifty meters high.

After the wind and rain stopped, snowflakes began to fly from the sky.

The remaining seawater in the city was almost submerging the buildings at foot.

Only the last floor of the building remains.

Moreover, this is because too much sea water was swept away when the super tornado passed through, otherwise this place would hardly have been spared.

Song Ren had already walked around the entire city.

Finally, I discovered that this is the place where the architectural structure remains most intact.

It's like being blessed by God.

This building has remained quite intact despite successive natural disasters such as tsunamis, tornadoes and hail.

Then there’s the upcoming extreme cold temperatures.

If you choose to hide in a high-rise building, you will only be asking for trouble.

Song Ren decisively jumped down from the top floor and went in through a broken window.

The interior of the building is exceptionally spacious.

This seems to be a public library. Although only the last floor is left, the space is still very bright.

The surrounding walls are all lined with built-in bookshelves of various types, filled with books of many categories.

Song Ren entered through the window. When he jumped in, his clothes were still wet and stuck to his body.

As soon as he came in, he was surrounded by the survivors who were hiding inside.

There were about a hundred people hiding in the library hall on this floor.

Most of them are still using mobile phones, constantly trying to contact family members or government officials outside.

After noticing Song Ren jumping in, they subconsciously turned their heads, and pairs of eyes of various colors looked at him in unison.

Song Ren brushed off the frost and snow on his shoulders and walked through the crowd as if nothing had happened.

He planned to find a separate small library.

Then set up the firewood stove that you had collected long ago, and finally get through the upcoming extreme cold weather peacefully.

At this time, hundreds of people in the hall were still looking at Song Ren curiously.

Everyone was very curious about this outsider who suddenly broke in.

Because of the terrible experience they had experienced before, the survivors in the room not only dared not make a sound, they even turned the volume of their phone calls to the lowest level.

However, there was no signal in the ravaged city, and no one dared to wait and see what was happening outside.

Although we can no longer hear the howling of the wind and see the hailstones as big as bowls outside the window.

But everyone in the group had obviously seen the horror of the Angel of Death, and the scene maintained a special atmosphere of deathly silence.

Even when the two parties were talking, they mostly used sign language or wrote down their notes in the library.

When Song Ren was about to pass through the crowd, a black traffic policeman in the hall suddenly reached out and patted him gently on the shoulder.

Song Ren turned around.

The black traffic policeman silently opened a notebook, on which there was already a line of small words written:

Sir, you came in from outside. What is the situation outside now?

Are those alien-like monsters still wandering around here?

Song Ren glanced at him, then looked at the expectant eyes of the others, and after a moment of silence, he said:

"As for the Angel of Death, well, that's the name of the monster you mentioned."

"At this stage, the area near this urban area should have been almost cleared."

"So, you can speak without worry, those things won't appear for the time being."

"However, if time goes on for a long time, it is inevitable that some people from other urban areas will wander over here. So whether to speak or not is up to you."

Song Ren's calm voice seemed to possess some kind of magic, which made the originally uneasy crowd suddenly relax a little.

Especially seeing that no accidents happened after he opened his mouth, Song Ren's words became more credible.

Finally, it was the black traffic policeman who spoke first, and said excitedly: "Sir, you said those monsters have been cleared out? Did the military take action?"

Song Ren: "... Just think of it as the military taking action."

The black traffic policeman was stunned. What do you mean just treat it as the military taking action? Isn't it?

In a hurry, he hurriedly stopped Song Ren again: "Sir, where are you going?"

Song Ren: "Let's find an empty small library, take a short break, and change clothes."

The black traffic police wanted to say something else.

Song Ren interrupted him directly and said, "Instead of asking me here, why don't you go out and take a look yourself."

"The wind and rain outside have stopped, and the Angel of Death will not appear again for a while. If you want to know something, go and see with your own eyes."

"Nothing is more convincing than seeing it with your own eyes."

"Also, I'm going to change my clothes now, so please don't follow me."

The black traffic policeman could only look at Song Ren's back as he left the library hall and frowned slightly.

However, thinking of Song Ren's words, he immediately ran towards the main entrance of the top floor.

Afterwards, more and more survivors ran excitedly to the door or window and looked out curiously.

Outside, the entire city was flooded by sea water.

Most of the tall buildings around had been shredded by the hurricane and were in ruins.

There were too many light debris of buildings floating on the water.

Heavy snow had started falling from the sky, the air suddenly turned cold, and a chill wind blew past.

The biting cold air made the black traffic policeman and others who rushed out of the door subconsciously shrink their necks.

The whole city seemed to have pressed the pause button and suddenly became extremely quiet.

Before everyone could recover from the desolate and silent atmosphere, a clanging sound caused by the friction between steels suddenly came from afar.

When everyone looked back, they saw a cruise ship suddenly following the current on the street and slowly sailing in from the widest main road in the city.

The steel plates at the corners of the ship rubbed against the buildings on both sides, making loud rusty noises.

Looking closely, you can see the flag of the Russian bear hanging on the cruise ship.

The survivors in the library were already somewhat dazed. How could the cruise ship of the Mao Bear family drift to the territory of the Eagle Sauce...

This scene was really too unbelievable.

The cruise ship finally stopped not far outside the library.

It seemed like something was stuck at the bottom of the boat, and it was stuck there.

Everyone returned to the library on the top floor. Faced with the following situation, most of the people were confused.

However, a black traffic policeman took the initiative to step forward and mobilize everyone's collective strength.

He began to direct the crowd and temporarily blocked the broken windows around with whatever they could find.

The temperature is still dropping sharply and has already reached below zero.

The black traffic policeman took the initiative to propose burning some books in the library to provide warmth for everyone.

Otherwise, this night would be very painful in such low temperatures.

In particular, there are some elderly people in the field. Given their physical conditions, they will suffer a lot tonight.

Fortunately, there are fireplaces for heating in many places in the library. Considering the number of books in the library, it should not be a problem to provide enough books for everyone to consume for three or two days.

However, the traffic police's proposal was rejected by several middle-aged scholars among the survivors.

For them, burning books is undoubtedly a blasphemy against knowledge and wise men.

The traffic police was quite helpless, and the others remained silent for a while, with no one objecting.

It's not too cold now, so it's not a good idea to burn books to keep warm.

However, when this matter was mentioned, several scholars suddenly remembered that there was an exception in the library, which was not in the hall.

Fearing that the other party might hide in other libraries and burn books to keep warm, several scholars immediately went to look for him.

Some curious people followed.

A faint light was coming from under the closed door of a library.

The scholars suddenly became anxious and pushed the door open.

The space inside is not big, it is just a small library, and there is no fireplace for heating.

But this did not prevent the people who pushed the door open from looking a little dazed.

Inside the door, a wave of heat hit me first.

Then everyone looked at the situation in the library, and the scholars were stunned at the door at first.

The curious people who followed behind were also stunned.

However, I saw that a more spacious area had been cleared in the room.

An outdoor wood stove stood in the center, with a great fire still burning.

The bright firelight shone through the gaps in the wood stove, completely illuminating the entire dim library.

And on the wood stove, there was even a teapot that was starting to boil.

A simple chimney was also hung on the ceiling, extending all the way to the high window, exhausting all the unpleasant smoke outside.

Next to the wood stove, the floor is covered with a single moisture-proof mat.

On top of the mat is a black high-end sleeping bag.

Inside was a man with only his cheeks exposed. He was curled up in a sleeping bag, sleeping comfortably like a hibernating caterpillar.

This scene made the group of people who had just broken in almost tear up.

So while they were suffering from hunger and cold outside, this guy here came in for vacation?
This is such a great enjoyment!

The noise at the door made Song Ren open his eyes in his sleeping bag.

Looking at the group of people crowded at the door, Song Ren changed to a more comfortable position, and then asked: "What's the matter?"

The scholars at the door were speechless for a moment.

Especially when he noticed that what was burning in Song Ren's wood stove was some wood, he felt even more ashamed.

Instead, the black traffic policeman who followed took the initiative to explain: "Sorry, sir, we are disturbing you."

Song Ren first glanced at the teapot, then unzipped his sleeping bag and sat up with his upper body naked.

On the wood stove, he casually poured a cup of hot tea, blew away the tea foam, and said, "If you have something to say, just say it. There's no need to beat around the bush with me."

Seeing him sitting up with his upper body naked, the people outside the door, especially some women, were undoubtedly drooling over Song Ren's strong physique.

Laura and Sam, who came with them, also looked shocked.

Sam is the son of climatologist Jack and the male protagonist in the movie The Day After Tomorrow.

Laura is the heroine, but the two of them are still in an ambiguous period.

Laura looked at the man in the room and whispered, “This man is so strange.”

Sam didn't say anything. In his opinion, the person in front of him was more than just strange. He also gave him a sense of crisis.

The two stood at the back and didn't say anything.

The black traffic policeman squeezed to the door, he coughed lightly, sorted out his thoughts, and said:
"Sir, we are here to remind you not to burn the books in the library unless necessary."

Song Ren nodded in agreement, then took a sip of hot tea. Seeing that the crowd had not dispersed, he asked, "Anything else?"

Everyone in the crowd looked at each other, and none of them wanted to leave.

Mainly here at the entrance, it is relatively warm.

The black traffic policeman could only say awkwardly: "Well, sir, some of us are a little older. Do you have any firewood for heating?"

Song Ren looked around and said, "Do you think there is wood hidden in my sleeping bag?"

He took a quick look at the whole place. How could it look like there was any firewood left?
Although he still had some wood in his space, if he wanted to use it in the fireplace for heating, and for a library of that size, the little wood he had would only be a drop in the bucket.

Seeing that the other party was already somewhat embarrassed, Song Ren did not embarrass him and took the initiative to say:
"Officer, if there aren't too many people, I don't mind them coming to this room to rest."

"And if there are a lot of people, then I suggest burning some library books in the fireplace for people to keep warm. Otherwise, I personally can't do anything."

When the scholars heard him talking about burning books, they immediately retorted: "No, the books in the library are the crystallization of human wisdom. How can we do that to justify the hard work of those creators?"

Song Ren sneered, but he was not particularly surprised.

When the number of people gathered together reaches a certain level, there will always be some mavericks who stand out and make their presence felt.

The reason is that there is no one with greater leadership to step forward.

Then when the cold becomes unbearable, these scholars will probably be the first to agree to burn books for warmth. Of course, there may also be pure martyrs.

However, Song Ren didn't care about those things.

However, he added:

"If burning books doesn't work, then I have no other options."

"Of course, I still say the same thing - personally, I don't mind placing as many other people as possible in this library."

"As long as the conditions permit, I will do whatever I want."

Upon hearing this, the black traffic policeman expressed his gratitude again.

(End of this chapter)