Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

Around one o'clock at noon, Fu Jiang and I stopped working at the same time. After lunch, I divided the last bowl of noodles and a few chocolates. After smoking, I smoked cigarettes and put what I found useful in my homemade backpack. I arranged all the weapons and two sets of protective clothing on the ground.

No one spoke, just sitting on the ground with these appliances and suffocating cigarettes, the smoke spit out quietly in the bright sunshine. Faced with such silence, I am not sure whether the decision to explore the air raid shelter was correct, but if I did n’t do it, I could only stay in this building.

I am a top student, born to be the kind of person who is used to calculating the merits and then taking action, and Fu Jiang seems to be a person driven by emotions and intuition. Taking the initiative to attack was the result of my repeated calculations. Fu Jiang did not object to this decision, was it because of her instinct, or was it to me?

It is a lie to say that I don't care about my life and death at all, but if I make my own decision, I really won't be entangled with my ending. Decisions determine life, this is the truth of life that I have summed up over the past 17 years.

But once the decision involves a companion, the decision itself has begun to deteriorate.

I have read many books and wandered countless times in the plight fantasy created by mankind. In the logical ending, there is no happy ending. Therefore, after experiencing many imaginary baptisms, I decided to live only for myself, so that my choice of life or death was limited to myself.

However, at this moment, I feel the weight of a person's life. It is not illusory, nor is it limited to self. Every sentence and every action of ours has an irreversible impact on each other every second.

If at some point in the future, Fu Jiang died, because of my interference, he died in the exploration of the bomb shelter. If she stayed and stayed with me, she might be able to survive. Such thoughts poured into my mind in a fierce manner in silence, making me laugh at my sentimental sentiment.

This is the first time I was troubled by my choice.

I sat on the ground nervously, palms and fingers held together, my thumbs pressed tightly to each other, like a quail trying to bury my head in my arm. At this time, Fu Jiang twisted out the cigarette butts on the ground and stood up. There was no troubled expression on her face, and her natural attitude seemed to be no different than usual.

"Go ahead," she said.

"Um ... um." I responded vaguely, and also stood up, and then paused and said, "In fact, I can just go by myself."

Fujiang looked at me in surprise and picked up the protective suit in front of him.

"Do you want to eat single food? No way."

"This ..." I muttered and picked up my protective clothing: "Go inside the bomb shelter, is this your decision?"

"Of course." She answered without hesitation.

"May die."

She cast a microsecond sight, light and flirty, but it made me feel some kind of oppression, and could not help explaining: "I mean, if it is not because I want to go, so you go down ..."

She interrupted me immediately and almost laughed.

"You are not a man at all."

"Yeah ..." I can only smile bitterly: "I ... I'm just not used to it."

"This is good."

"what?"

"A good boss will always think about his subordinates."

"I'm not the boss."

"You are a member of the student union, aren't you?" Fu Jiang's words made me speechless: "The student union cadre is the student's leader."

"Then, that is not the same, after all, the work of the student union will not kill people."

"Now I will."

Fujiang's tone was blunt and his attitude was not subtle, but he was not angry. I think she is inspiring me. This may be the difference between adults and children, which is different from what I think is mature.

I didn't expect anything, I only nodded and smiled, a little stiff, but my mood suddenly improved a lot. Perhaps to become a real man, courage and demeanor need to undergo similar tests. Maybe it ’s early, but I ca n’t grow up forever, or think of myself growing up forever.

Don't want to be a man without responsibility, you must stand up at this time.

I changed the bag containing the gray stone.

"I have four, you have five." I emphasized.

Fu Jiang stared at me for a while, smiled and shook his head, without objection.

"Do you know? I am a master of psychology." She just said that.

Fujiang and I put on protective clothing and covered them from the bottom of the foot to the neck as thick as winter clothes, but it was not yet difficult to move. Wrists, ankles and waist are all tied with bandages, then wear a helmet made of iron pot, swimming goggles buckled on the forehead, mask hanging on the neck. For fear of not being safe enough, a layer of poncho-like plastic film was put on the outside. The temperature was not low that day, and the airtight dress quickly made us sweat.

Fujiang inserted three javelins between his back and his backpack, a flashlight attached to his shoulders, a bundle of ropes around his waist and a toss with heavy objects at both ends. A fire axe in one hand and a portable flamethrower modified with a gas stove in one hand.

I also have similar equipment, except tossing a chopper with a longer handle, holding a bow with a good arrow, and carrying a quiver. Most of the arrows are ordinary arrows, and there are five sharp blades embedded in the sharp. Two arrows are replaced with hook claws in case of special situations that require climbing.

Stopped at the entrance of the bomb shelter. I took a deep breath and turned her eyes to Fujiang when she turned her head to look at Fujiang, her eyes full of unshakable colors. So I pulled down my swimming goggles and put on a mask. Fu Jiang has stepped step by step into the darkness below.

The first step was stopped at a depth of about five meters and divided into left and right branches. Fu Jiang didn't stop and went directly to the left, the light was blocked at the corners, and as it deepened and became darker, the cold face slapped the facial skin exposed to the air.

Fujiang and I turned on the flashlight, the distance that the cone-shaped beam could illuminate gradually shortened, and finally fixed at a place of ten meters. Beyond this distance, everything is shrouded in the horror.

A large number of particles wander in the beam. Black and white world.

There is a lamp holder on the top of the wall, but no bulb. The walls were covered with green-green moss, and the air was cloudy, filled with a smell that felt dirty when smelled. They came from stains on the wall joints, from a black solid animal-like stool. Many places have cracks due to excavation and disrepair, and people completely evacuated the place before it was abandoned.

Occasionally, some trivial sounds can be heard, and the shadow whizzes across the front or feet, and it will startle inadvertently. They are all creatures that are good at surviving in a dirty and dim environment. The damp and damp environment that humans hate is like heaven to them. They feed on companions who also live in this type of environment, or they drag food from the outside into this darkness and let them rot slowly before and after eating.

The structure inside the cave is composed of different sizes of corridors, stairs with a twist and turn, rooms of different sizes and empty halls, which extend to a depth of tens of meters deep, like a huge maze. I can be sure that the courtyard is no longer above my head.

Such a complicated situation has long been expected. My crossbow has been put away and replaced by paper and pen. Every time I pass a corner, I have to mark the wall and draw a map on the diary. We didn't go fast, we searched every corner carefully, with a view to discovering different places. No one should have been here before, and we have not found any humanoid creatures or corpses.

We are temporarily safe.

After the first walk to the end, we returned to the nearest corner and proceeded in the direction that we had not walked through. In this quiet and dark world, time becomes a vague concept. I only follow Fu Jiang, and soon after, she takes me to a place that seems to be a granary. The wall above the door is engraved with obscure handwriting, which can no longer be distinguished. Some seeds were found in the warehouse of UU reading www.uukanshu.com.

"It wasn't even eaten?" I was a little stunned.

"Maybe they can't get in." Fu Jiang took off the flashlight and swept across the walls and corners. This place is completely sealed, and even spider webs are scarce.

"The door is not locked."

"It doesn't look like it has been opened in terms of dust deposits and door shafts."

I stepped forward to pick up the seeds. These seeds are purple-red, the size of the grains of rice, and they can't see what kind of crop they are from. When she asked Fu Jiang, she didn't know. In short, it is not wheat and rice.

While thinking, I looked at the top of the wall along the front wall. I don't know why. I always feel that the lamp holder at a height of two meters is a little weird.

"Achuan, here." Fu Jiang called me behind.

I followed, she stood in front of another lamp holder and looked.

"I'll go up and see, you frame me?" She asked.

I shrugged, squatted down, and let Fu Jiang ride on his shoulders like a horse. Her body leaned forward, and my head had to be lowered, not seeing what she was playing with above. When she came down, she held a wooden thorn in her hand, with a white thread wrapped around it.

"What do you think?" She asked.

"Spider web?"

"I don't think so." She said with certainty.

But when she asked what it was, she couldn't say it herself, and it was another thing that made her care.

"These lines extend from across the wall."

"A crack in the wall?"

"Yes." She said: "And it's very flat, like it's artificial.

I think I think the place of the lamp holder is not right, perhaps for the same reason.

"What is opposite the wall?"

"Go and see it."