planet reborn

"Okay, let me 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, you are there. Look outside."

I moved a little stiffly, and the blood seemed to be no longer circulating in my body, which made my legs feel light and weightless. When I walked to the door, I found that the office hall was extremely quiet, and all the computers were turned on.

The hot tea and coffee were still steaming on the table, and the central air conditioner was still delivering cool air powerfully from the pipes, but all the people were gone. It had only been a few minutes since I entered this office.

In this short period of time, everything returned to the weird state in the dream, and I felt the silence in the air again.

"Where have they all gone?" I turned my head to the old man.

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

Instantly, a kind of fear surged into my heart, which almost made me incontinent. I felt extremely helpless as if I was falling into an abyss. I rushed out of the door, sweat gushed out from the pores all over my body, and I felt like

It was a prey that was cornered and pointed at the old man and asked: "Why is this? 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 ran away like a wild dog that had stolen food and was being chased. I ran on the streets, music was playing from the shops, and the traffic lights at the intersection were still working normally. It seemed that the city was still functioning normally.

However, everyone disappeared and I was the only one. Every time I reached an intersection, I looked forward to seeing people appear from the other road. I usually hate this city with an exploding population, but now I want to see

to 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. I pointed at him and shouted.[

Just as I turned a corner, an old man's voice left behind me: "We'll see you soon."

Where can I go? An idea flashed in my mind, go home! I quickly came up with the answer. I walked along the corridor leading to the underground and ran into the subway station. The railings on the ticket gate blocked my way.

, I took out my bus card and swiped it on the sensor, and there was a "beep" sound. The railings retracted in. I ran down the platform, and there was a subway train parked on the tracks on both sides. The doors were open, and there were no passengers or drivers.

The news of the day was also playing on the peripheral screen above my head. Various stock information scrolled from one end of the screen to the other without interruption. As I shuttled through the carriage, the female voice with a metallic voice repeatedly played on the radio reporting the local and next news.

The name of the station is the destination. The air conditioner in the carriage is blowing cold air, the carriage is shaking, and the train seems to close and start at any time.

I ran onto the ground again from another exit. The old man was sitting on a bench by the roadside and called me. I glared at him with disgust and continued running in the empty city. The afterglow of the setting sun filled the room.

The entire street and all the buildings were given a furry texture by the sunlight. I ran towards my home in the face of the dazzling sunset. My face was wet with sweat, and my legs gradually began to feel tired.

The air in my lungs was squeezed violently. I opened my mouth to breathe in the humid and hot air. I was reflected in the glass cabinets of the shops passing by. From the corner of my eye, I saw not only a running body, but also a terrifying face.

Face.

I finally rushed home and fell down on the sofa. Sweat flowed down my cheeks and gathered on my chest, soaking my shirt. The violent rise and fall of my chest almost made my lungs explode. The pain was excruciating.

Bear with me, these are all the troubles caused by smoking for many years. For the first time, I experienced the serious consequences of this bad habit that I usually don’t pay much attention to. My vision was a little blurred due to fatigue, and I barely scanned the environment at home, but found nothing strange.

, yellowed walls, old furniture, dusty floors and clutter everywhere. I plan to redecorate my residence, and I gradually begin to hate the French country style that I was so proud of at first.

.A month ago, I went to a furniture store and fell in love with a set of dark Nordic style furniture. As for the flooring, paint and other materials for decoration, I already had preliminary plans. The reason why I have not taken any action yet

The reason was not a lack of funds, but that I wanted to completely change my life and my environment after breaking up with her. Everything in this house was her handiwork. We fell in love at that time, and I met her requirements.

.But now, when love disappears, you have to continue to endure some of its sequelae.

These furniture and floors that usually disgust me now seem particularly friendly. I stroked the sofa cushions, and the real texture gave me a sense of security. A long time passed, my breathing gradually stabilized, and I was sweating completely.

Evaporation only leaves an annoying layer of sweat stains on the body, which overlaps with the clothes and makes it very uncomfortable.

I walked into the bathroom, took off all my clothes and threw them into the basket for collecting dirty clothes. I turned on the cold water faucet. When water spurted out of the shower head, I rushed over eagerly to let the cool water cool me down.

The restless body helped my emotions calm down from the panic just now.

The sunset outside gradually faded away. I changed into clean clothes and sat on the sofa. The light in the room dimmed and I had no intention of turning on the light. During this period, I have been carefully combing my clothes from when I got up this morning to when I returned home.

All the things that happened during that time at home, I tried hard to recall every detail to make sure that I was not hallucinating. I banged my legs hard and bit my tongue with my teeth. The pain conveyed to me clearly told me

Me, there is nothing strange about me, everything is normal, I am in the real world. But the old man rushed into the restaurant, the bus, and the street. I couldn't explain it, but I couldn't give myself a satisfactory answer.

reply.

There was a sudden knock on the door, and my hair stood on end again. My calm mood suddenly reached the peak of fear. I ran into the open kitchen countertop, picked up the knife, and held it tightly in my trembling hands.

, looking at the door that was constantly being knocked, and asked: "Who?"

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

"Get out of here! Otherwise I'll call the police!" My shouts rang out in the small space.