Planet Rebirth

"Okay, I will answer your second question first. As for the first question, I will answer it later." The old man stood up, strode to the door behind me and said, "From now on, I will tell you slowly. You, there you are. Look outside."

I moved my stiff feet, the blood didn’t seem to be circulating in my body, which made my legs feel light and lost texture. When I walked to the door, I found that the office hall was extremely quiet, and all the computers were still on. While watching, the hot tea and coffee on the table were still steaming, and the central air conditioner was still sending out cold air from the pipes, but all the people were gone.It's only been a few minutes since I entered this office. In this short period of time, everything returned to the strange state of my dream, and I felt the silence in the air again.

"Where did they all go?" I turned to the old man.

The old man gave me a warm smile in return, and he said: "You have to try to think about the problem yourself, where did they go?"

In an instant, a fear welled up in my heart, which almost made me incontinent.I felt extremely help like I fell into an abyss, I rushed out of the door, sweat poured out of the pores of my body, I was like a prey being cornered, pointing at the old man and questioning: "Why? What happened?"

The old man walked out of the office, leaned casually on a table next to him, spread his hands and said, "Try to recall everything that happened and connect them together."

I fled like a stray dog ​​who had stolen food and was being chased.I was running on the street, the music was playing from the store, the traffic lights at the intersection were still working normally, it seemed that the city was still functioning normally.However, everyone was gone, and I was the only one.Every intersection, I look forward to seeing people appear from another road.I usually hate this population explosion city, but now I want to see my kind.

"Where are you going?" The old man appeared at the bus stop across the street.

"Don't follow me!" I didn't stop.shouted at him. [

Just when I turned a corner, an old man's voice was behind me: "I'll see you later."

can i go thereA thought flashed in my mind, go home!I quickly came up with an answer.I followed the lift leading to the underground and ran into the subway station. The railing on the ticket gate blocked my way. I took out the bus card and swiped it on the sensor, and there was a "beep".The railing retracted.I ran down the platform, and there was a train of subways parked on the tracks on both sides, the doors were open, there were no passengers or drivers, and the news of the day was still playing on the peripheral screen above my head.Various stock information scrolls continuously from one end of the screen to the other.As I shuttled through the carriage, the female voice with a metallic voice was repeatedly broadcast on the radio reporting the local area and the name of the next destination. The air conditioner in the carriage was blowing cold air, the carriage was vibrating, and the train seemed to be closed and started at any time.

I ran up to the ground from another exit. The old man was sitting on a bench by the side of the road and greeted me. I gave him a disgusted look.Keep running in the empty city.The afterglow of the setting sun filled the entire street, and all the buildings were given a furry texture by the sunlight.I ran to my home facing the dazzling sunset.Sweat has already wet my face, and my legs have gradually begun to feel tired. The air in my lungs has been squeezed violently. I opened my mouth to breathe the humid and hot air. The glass cabinets of the shops passing by along the way reflected me, From the corner of the eye, I saw not only a running body, but also a terrifying face.

I finally burst into the house.I fell headfirst on the sofa, sweat flowed down my cheeks, gathered on my chest and soaked my shirt, the violent ups and downs of my chest almost made my lungs explode, and the pain was unbearable. The trouble with smoking.For the first time, I experienced the serious consequences of this bad habit that I usually don't care about.My vision was a little blurred due to fatigue, I managed to scan the environment in my home, but I didn't find any abnormality, the yellowed walls.Old furniture, dusty floors and clutter everywhere.I'm planning to redecorate my place and I've grown to hate the French country style that I was so proud of.A month ago, I went to the furniture store, and I fell in love with a set of dark Nordic-style furniture. As for the floor, paint and other materials for decoration, I have already made preliminary plans. The reason was not a lack of funds, but that I wanted to completely change my life and environment after breaking up with her.Everything in this house was written by her. We fell in love at that time, and I fulfilled her request.But now, when the love is gone, you have to continue to live with some of its aftereffects.

These furniture and floors, which I usually hate, are now very friendly. I stroke the sofa cushions, and the real texture gives me a sense of security. After a long time, my breathing gradually becomes stable, and the sweat is completely gone. Evaporation only leaves a layer of annoying sweat stains on the body, which overlaps with the clothes and accumulates together, which is very uncomfortable.

I went into the bathroom, took off all my clothes and threw them into the dirty laundry basket beside me, turned on the cold water faucet, and when the water sprayed out from the shower head, I rushed over to let the cool water cool me down The restless body allowed me to calm down from the panic just now.

The setting sun outside gradually faded. I changed into clean clothes and sat on the sofa. The light in the room dimmed. Everything that happened during that time at home, trying to recall every detail to make sure I was not hallucinating, I beat my legs hard, bit my tongue with my teeth, and the information conveyed by these pains clearly told me Me, there is nothing wrong with me, everything is normal, I am in the real world.But I can't explain the old man, the bus that rushed into the restaurant, and the street with people, but I can't give myself a satisfactory answer.

There was a sudden knock on the door, and my hairs stood on end again. The calm emotions just now rushed to the peak of fear. I ran into the operating table of the open kitchen, picked up the knife, and held it tightly in trembling hands. , looked at the door that was constantly being knocked, and asked, "Who?"

"It's me." The old man's voice came from outside.

"Go away! Or I'll call the police!" My voice exploded in the small space.