Chapter 193 Damn Doomsday!
After understanding the truth, Shi Jiaojiao and the other three didn't want to stay any longer.
After not sleeping all night, everyone's eyes were bloodshot, and the smell of blood on their bodies was suffocating.
However, just as the four of them walked downstairs, they saw a man in his sixties stumbling out.
The man had gray hair and was not even wearing a coat. There was a knife wound on his leg so deep that the bone was visible. As he ran, blood from the wound continued to spread until his entire trouser leg was dyed red.
He was dragging his injured leg and wasn't running very fast, but he still endured the pain and didn't dare to stop for a moment.
He kept looking at the body on the ice downstairs, as if he was looking for something.
After a while, he stood there in a daze, looking at the corpse not far away.
He wasn't sure, and didn't even dare to take a second look.
But the body just lay there quietly on the ice, and even in the low temperature, the entire body had hardened.
The man seemed to be enduring something, or afraid of something, and was afraid to step forward.
But after half a minute, he still moved closer step by step.
Every step seems to weigh a thousand pounds.
After seeing the face of the corpse clearly, the man fell to the ground and sat down, not caring that his leg was bleeding again and the bone was almost sticking out of the wound.
He held his son's head tightly in his arms, his eyes red, and screamed to the sky.
His voice was not high in his extreme sorrow.
But the sorrow inside it struck straight into everyone's heart.
Shi Jiaojiao had seen a sentence on the Internet before.
When people are sad to a certain extent, they can no longer cry.
And this man is in this state now.
He had no tears, and apart from his red eyes, there was not even a trace of expression on his face.
But with so many people present, no matter who they were, they could feel the pain in his heart at this moment.
That kind of pain almost turns into substance and wraps up the person.
The man looked down at his son who would never open his eyes again, and wanted to reach out and wipe the blood off his face.
But the weather was too cold and the blood had already solidified and could not be wiped off.
The man slapped himself hard.
It's all my fault.
I am old and have lived for so long, why don’t I die on the first day of the end of the world? Why do I have to drag my son down?
If my son was alone, he would never have died here today.
If it wasn't for replenishing his body, my son wouldn't sneak out at night to catch fish when there are least people around.
If my son hadn't gone out, he wouldn't have died at the hands of those crazy people.
Now that his son is gone, what is the point of him still living?
The man pressed his head against his son's.
At this moment, the pain of losing his son almost tore him in two.
Some of the survivors on the ice sighed and went home.
Other people’s experiences are worthy of sympathy, but in the life we are living now, you may be the one dying tomorrow.
Some survivors did not leave. Perhaps they remembered their relatives who died in the apocalypse, and their expressions seemed a little sad for a moment.
The man didn't care about other people.
He laid out his son's body and returned to the building.
After a moment, the man came out again.
This time, he held in his hands what looked to be the best piece of clothing in the house.
Thick and clean.
The other hand was holding a soaked towel.
The man dragged his injured leg and limped towards his son.
He carefully helped his son put on his clothes and took out a towel to wipe his face.
The son's body was wrapped in thick clothes and the blood on his face had disappeared.
The man next to him was still wearing that thin and worn-out clothing, and even though his face was blue with cold, he didn't seem to notice it.
After cleaning up his son's remains, the man picked up a hammer and smashed it hard against the ice.
Maybe he had no strength, or maybe he was frozen, it took him a while to finally break the hole open.
At this moment, everyone knew what he was going to do, but no one stopped him.
The man held his son, looked up at the sky, and then jumped in.
No struggle, no cry for help.
It disappeared into the water in an instant.
When Shi Jiaojiao looked at this scene, she felt as if her heart was being pressed down by a huge rock, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.
Why does this damn apocalypse exist?
When will it end?
They just want to live, why is it so difficult?
Mu Ci hugged Shi Jiaojiao's shoulders tightly and took her home.
He didn't want Jiaojiao to stay here any longer.
From childhood to adulthood, no one knows her better than herself.
After experiencing the end of the world, Shi Jiaojiao has always been cold and ruthless in front of everyone in her life, and she is ruthless when killing people.
But Mu Ci understood that her heart was soft and warm.
Although she was looking at the father and son, there was no expression on her face.
But Mu Ci felt extremely distressed.
He could hear that his Jiaojiao was crying in her heart.
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As soon as she returned home, Shi Jiaojiao was driven to the golden house by Mu Ci to take a bath.
After staying outside all night, I was almost frozen to death.
As soon as the body touched the hot water, all the pores seemed to open up suddenly, and the whole person became less tense and slowly relaxed.
Shi Jiaojiao closed her eyes, leaned her head gently on the edge of the bathtub, and let the warm water wrap around her.
She knew Mu Ci was worried about her.
The scene just now really made her sad.
But what I feel more in my heart is anger and unwillingness.
Why?
Why does this end of the world happen?
Why should they all be like puppets, played by the world?
But after the anger and unwillingness, there was a feeling of powerlessness and emptiness.
What can she do?
She was just lucky enough to have a golden finger, she couldn't save others or the country.
When she felt herself falling into depression again, Shi Jiaojiao immediately turned on the music and a variety show was playing nearby.
This kind of emotion is very common in the end times.
But if you want to survive, you have to adjust yourself.
After coming out of the bathroom after taking a bath, Shi Jiaojiao felt much better.
She glanced around and found that Mu Ci was not in the living room.
This is strange, because he usually takes a shower faster than me.
Shi Jiaojiao had no choice but to lie down on the sofa and wait for him here.
Maybe it was because I had just finished taking a hot bath and I was gradually feeling sleepy.
Then the eyelids became heavier and heavier until they were completely stuck together.
This was the scene Mu Ci saw when he first entered the living room.
The reason why he was so slow this time was that he accidentally got cut on his arm when he was downstairs just now.
The wound wasn’t big, and I didn’t tell anyone because I was afraid Shi Jiaojiao would worry.
Mu Ci walked gently to the sofa and looked at Shi Jiaojiao curled up in a small ball sleeping soundly, and couldn't help but smile.
He didn't want to wake up Shi Jiaojiao.
But unfortunately, this golden house can only be opened with her instructions.
And today's five hours are about to be up. If you don't go out now, you will be kicked out soon.
Mu Ci bent down, covered Shi Jiaojiao with a thick blanket, then wrapped her in the blanket and picked her up.
Shi Jiaojiao only felt that she was woken up in a daze, then she uttered the word "out" and fell asleep again.
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