I chose the safe house, and the Human Alliance regretted it.

The next morning, the third day of the catastrophe, the sky was still reddish-yellow, but surprisingly, many figures appeared on the streets.

In addition to the official personnel and vehicles delivering supplies, some bold residents also came out, completely bundled up and fully armed.

"Everything's really alright!"

"Dear friends, the official statement is correct. As long as you completely cover yourself up, you'll be fine!"

A man in a protective suit was live-streaming on his phone. His voice came through the mask, muffled but filled with excitement.

He stretched his hand towards the sky, fingers spread, unharmed.

More and more people came out of the stairwell.

Many people took out the full sets of protective suits they bought during the pandemic and strolled around the streets unharmed.

At this time, official supplies began to be delivered one after another.

Although the first batch of supplies consisted of only a few bags of vegetables, it undoubtedly reassured everyone.

As long as supplies can be delivered, home quarantine isn't such a bad thing.

In the Jinxiu Tiancheng residential community, Wang Wei was awakened again by a series of phone notifications.

He picked up his phone and found that there were hundreds of new messages.

[Happiness Community Owners' Group]

"Holy crap, I just got back from outside, I'm really fine! Just wear a raincoat!"

"The neighborhood committee distributed supplies! I just received several bags of vegetables, enough to last for several days!"

"Hahahaha, I knew it! What big thing could have happened? Two days will have passed."

"Those who hoarded the goods are really losing money. I heard someone borrowed money at high interest rates to hoard a whole room full of food. It's hilarious."

"Who is it? Such an idiot?"

"Wang Wei from our neighborhood, wasn't he the one who was buying things a few days ago? I saw it with my own eyes, hauling truckloads of stuff home."

"Yes, yes, I saw it too. I thought it was a supermarket."

"Borrowing money at exorbitant interest rates to hoard goods? What's wrong with their brain?"

"He drives a million-dollar luxury car, how could he be brainless?"

"Luxury car? He bought that car with zero down payment. My friend works at a 4S store and told me himself that he didn't pay a down payment, it was all financed through a loan, and the monthly payments are tens of thousands."

"? Hahahaha, that's hilarious, so he was just putting on a brave face."

"Borrowing money at exorbitant interest rates to stockpile goods and taking out loans to buy cars—how exhausting must that person's life be?"

"Wang Wei, come out and show everyone your million-dollar inventory!"

"Don't say that, they might be crying while hugging the supplies."

"@Wang Wei, say something! You've stockpiled so much food, share some with everyone, you won't need it anyway."

Wang Wei swiped the screen, his face expressionless.

The messages keep popping up.

The private chat window was also flashing.

He opened it; it was a message from an old classmate.

"Wang Wei, did you really take out a loan to stockpile goods? I saw a bunch of stuff you posted on your WeChat Moments. That's way too risky! The supplies have all been distributed, what are you going to do with all that stuff?"

He didn't reply, exited, and opened another window.

Zhao Lie.

"Wang Wei, you idiot, did you see that? The supplies from the neighborhood committee have arrived!"

"You can just leave all that stuff you hoarded to mold!"

"Hahaha! Borrowing money at exorbitant interest rates to hoard goods? Have you lost your mind?"

"Weren't you so arrogant when you left? Look at you now? Drowning in debt, are you enjoying it?"

Looking at these messages, Wang Wei could even picture Zhao Lie's smug face.

He didn't reply and continued scrolling down.

[Angel Investor Group]

Qian Mengxun: "You scumbag, you're infamous now, aren't you? Everyone knows you borrowed money at exorbitant interest rates to hoard goods, and that car with zero down payment. Tsk tsk tsk, what are you pretending to be, acting all high and mighty?"

Lin Nan: "He drives a luxury car to show off, but he can't even afford the down payment. It's disgusting."

Chu Lian: "Bought the car on loan, and stockpiled inventory with high-interest loans—this is a huge loss. But I deserve it!"

Qian Mengxun: "Hilarious! He was still posting pictures of those supplies on his WeChat Moments, showing off what? Hahahaha, now that the neighborhood committee is distributing supplies, his sense of security has shattered, hasn't it?"

Chu Lian: "Just wait to go to jail, you scumbag!"

Lin Nan: "I feel disgusted talking to this kind of lowlife."

Chu Lian: "Me too..."

Wang Wei remained silent, then quietly posted a few more sets of photos before opening his WeChat Moments.

The comment below the latest one has exploded.

"Is this what you mean by a sense of security?"

"Brother, are you sleeping soundly with the supplies you bought on loan?"

"Zero down payment car owners, high-interest loan sharks' goods, awesome!"

"Don't talk about them like that. At least they planned ahead, even though the rain stopped, hahaha."

"Delete it, really, it's too embarrassing."

"Hilarious, the biggest sucker on the entire internet."

"........."

Wang Wei read through each item one by one, his face remaining completely expressionless.

He then opened Douyin (TikTok) and was surprised to find that he was also the number one trending topic.

—The number one person who hoarded goods using high-interest loans!

Last night, someone downloaded Wang Wei's WeChat Moments posts and photos verbatim and uploaded them online, causing a huge uproar.

After all, during such a sensitive period, anything related to supplies can attract people's attention.

However, he became the target of ridicule.

Through the deliberate actions of some individuals, all of Wang Wei's information, down to the smallest detail, was exposed.

Jinxiu Tiancheng Owners Group:

Is the person who took out a loan to stockpile goods living in our neighborhood?

"That's what they say online, it's on the 4th floor of Building 1 in our community."

"@Wang Wei, is that you, buddy?"

"The official supplies have arrived. You can pick them up for free at the neighborhood committee. What do you think, buddy?"

"@Wang Wei, bro, are you there? Are you there, bro? Come out and say something."

"........."

Wang Wei put down his phone and walked to the window.

Downstairs, more and more people are gathering.

Some people are live-streaming, some are filming videos, and some are waving the freshly received vegetables at the camera.

Everyone wore a look of relief, as if they had survived a disaster, and a smug satisfaction that said, "I told you it wasn't a big deal."

A man shouted into his phone, "See that? The government is distributing supplies! Those who hoarded goods are stunned, aren't they? Hahahaha!"

Wang Wei stared at it for a long time.

Then he laughed.

His lips curled up, but there was no hint of a smile in his eyes.

Instead, it carried a sense of...compassion.

—Laugh.

—Laugh as much as you want.

—I hope you can still laugh after tomorrow.

He turned and walked back into his room, picked up his phone, and slowly swiped his finger across the screen.

[Apocalyptic Chronicles: Safe House Diary]

Recorder: Wang Wei

Time: The third day after the catastrophe, when the sun was high in the sky.

Feelings: I've been cyberbullied, but I'm completely unfazed.

To be done tomorrow:

Breakfast: Milk and bread

Lunch: Steak and red wine

Dinner: To be determined

Play a game.

Personal note: The sky remains reddish-yellow. The wind is picking up; night is approaching.

Blog closed. See you tomorrow.

send.

Three seconds later, the comment section exploded again.

"???"

"Apocalyptic record? Did they go crazy from hoarding?"

"Sigh, he's probably gone mad, yelling about the apocalypse."

"Haha, he says night is coming? Does he think he's a weather forecaster?"

"@Wang Wei, wake up! The supplies have all been distributed, stop dreaming!"

[Happiness Community Owners' Group]

"That idiot posted on WeChat Moments again, did you guys see it?"

"I saw it, hahaha, the wind is getting stronger, night is coming, it's hilarious!"

"Does he wish for the world to end?"

"Hey Wang Wei, stop dreaming! Come out and get your food, it's still warm!"

at the same time.

National Emergency Command Center. Conference Room 1.

Dewey sat at the end of the long table, his brow furrowed.

On the screen in front of me was a screenshot of Wang Wei's WeChat Moments post.

"Apocalyptic Chronicles... The wind is picking up, night is coming..." His voice was low and heavy, his fingers tapping lightly on the table. "What is he implying?"

A young woman nearby chimed in, "It looks more like he's showing off, doesn't it? This guy's being ridiculed all over the internet right now, maybe..."

Dewey raised his hand, interrupting her.

"Apocalyptic Records." He repeated the four words, his gaze lingering on the five words "Night is Coming," not looking away for a long time.

The meeting room was silent for a few seconds.

Dewey spoke slowly, his voice so soft it was almost a soliloquy, "He probably really does know something..."