When the irrational Azhu pounced on her, the girl did not resist.
In the end, the invaded people will indiscriminately attack others, just like monsters.
"Azhuo, the soldiers said that if the person with the red light on the back of his neck doesn't die, the density of the black fog will increase, and you can't stay here." The girl said, "I'll take you with me, okay?"
Azhuo squeezed her neck tightly and nodded in confusion.
She stretched out her hands, hugged him tightly, and dragged him back step by step until she retreated into the flames behind her, and leaned back with him. In the end, Azhuo seemed to realize something, and his pupils showed the last trace of clarity, but he did not resist, but hugged her tightly.
"I. Love. You." He said intermittently.
With a "swish" sound.
A pair of lovers fell into the flames, their hair intertwined, their cheeks pressed together, and there was a "crackling" sound of skin cracking, revealing their bones that were quickly burned black.
"I love you……"
This was the girl's final response.
“Ding-ding-ding—”
The clock tower of the city-state rang out at six in the morning.
A pair of white birds on the bell tower flapped their wings and flew into the sky together.
During this eternal night, fires broke out all over the city-state, and they never stopped for a moment.
…
In a house under the bell tower, a white-haired old lady stared at the fire and closed the door.
She placed the sweater she had knitted for her grandson on the bedside table, opened the cabinet, hunched over, and slowly took out dozens of bright red pills like roses.
"Are you going to eat noodles today?" An old man with squinting eyes was sitting on the rocking chair next to him.
The old lady heard this and spat:
"You old man, the noodles you made are too salty. I don't want to eat them anymore in my lifetime."
She laid out the pills in her hand in a row and placed them on the old sewing machine.
The black fog drifted into the room through their leaky windows. The old lady stroked the sweater she had knitted, leaned against the rocking chair, and wore her favorite large flowered jacket when she was young, a silver bracelet, and a pair of black cloth shoes. She looked in the mirror.
"Don't look at me anymore. She's still as beautiful as she was when she was young."
The old man in the rocking chair held out his hand to her.
She squinted her eyes, her face wrinkled, smiled, and held her old man's rough hand. Their heads leaned against each other, their silver hair tangled together, as if they were fused into one.
"Will you still eat noodles in your next life?" the old man asked her.
"Use less salt and less oil. When you come to the alley to chase me in the next life, remember to cook a bowl of noodles with chopped green onions..." said the old lady.
"You are the one who has too many things to do." said the old man.
After swallowing the overdose of pills, the old couple snuggled up to each other, holding each other's wrinkled hands, and slowly stopped breathing.
Their heads were touching, their shoulders were touching, as if they had fallen asleep together.
Under the dim light, the silver ring on the old lady's ring finger shone.
There was a bowl of hot scallion noodles on the table, with white steam still floating in the black fog.
…
“Sizzle—”
Su Mingan lowered his eyes.
Fires broke out all over the city-state, and the entire sky was dyed red.
He was enveloped in a pure white data stream, and he saw countless lives through the surveillance footage.
In the face of the end of the world, some people chose to sit in silence, one after another, with their shoulders and necks touching, their knees touching, their hands clasped over their chests, their backs straight, their lips tightly pursed, as if they were willing to live and die with the city-state.
The researchers of the scientific expedition team outside are still walking on the road, dragging heavy instruments, and the bright green color behind them is like starlight along the way.
A girl in black cloth walked to the dead bones and closed her eyes to pray. In the outside world, there are still clergymen from the old times who recite prayers for the dead.
The travelers who wanted to go home held each other's hands tightly. Even if they were finally corroded by the black fog and turned into ashes, they still insisted on taking the last step towards their hometown until they collapsed completely.
The soldiers, whose pupils were burned through by the black fog, walked in groups, leaving behind corpses along the way, and insisted on transporting resources to the energy station.
They are idealists.
Believe that spring will come, believe that this is not the end of mankind, and believe that as long as we do our best, we can achieve a happy ending.
I believe that their city lord will bring the light of revival to mankind, and I believe that what they leave behind is not just cold words and images. I believe that hope will not dry up, and the pearl will not be covered in dust.
From an individual perspective, the difference between winning and losing in this outcome is not much, because a person's life is too short, far less than the evolution of civilization that is counted in billions of years. But if we jump out of the individual and look at it from the perspective of the vast universe, every civilization has gone through a process of adaptation and rebirth after destruction.
——When the ethnic group reappears, everything is the history of civilization.
"Please continue the transportation and don't let Captain Li's sacrifice go to waste!"
"Don't worry about our safety!"
"I am willing to issue a military order and will definitely bring the resources back for you!"
"Go forward--go! Go!!"
Su Mingan watched these images and listened to these voices. He remembered his previous promise. He had led all human beings to declare war on the self-proclaimed god, and he had also witnessed all the efforts of the ruined world.
He looked at the list of tens of millions of deaths on the screen, but the numbers in his eyes became more and more blurred.
God always puts a broken world in front of him and tells him that he has to save them. He has to turn the tide, find the only way out, light up the star in the dark, become a torch, and fight with all his strength until the last drop of blood.
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