The end of the world has laid hands on me

"Aren't you going to eat?" Jiang Xinghuai stuffed a mouthful of beef, and looked up at the man who was walking over with a glass of water.

"You eat." Fu Yan put the water beside him.

"Thank you, Uncle." Jiang Xinghuai lowered his head and took a sip of water, his voice low.

"You're welcome." Fu Yan took out his phone to reply to the message.

"I'm not being polite." Jiang Xinghuai swallowed the beef with great effort, looked directly at him, and said seriously, "Thank you very much."

Fu Yan moved his eyes from the phone to his face, nodded, and looked down to see his bare legs.

Jiang Xinghuai tugged at the baggy suit on his body, and smiled embarrassedly: "Just after I took a shower, Xiao Xu knocked on the door. I don't know why he is so good at finding time."

"Wait a minute." Fu Yan turned and went upstairs, took a pair of shorts and came down.

"Your?" Jiang Xinghuai took it, surprised, "Do people in suits also wear shorts like this? It looks so serious."

"Put it on." Fu Yan gave the order.

Jiang Xinghuai smiled and bent over to pull up his pants, while introducing himself: "My name is Jiang Xinghuai, the star of the stars, the arms of my arms."

"Fu Yan." After Fu Yan finished speaking, he pointed to the Bluetooth headset next to his ear, indicating that there was an incoming call, and turned around to leave——

"No, we're chatting!" Jiang Xinghuai got up and grabbed his arm, frowned and asked, "Why are you going?"

Fu Yan looked back at him, and his eyes fell on his bare legs uncontrollably.

Fu Yan: "..."

Jiang Xinghuai followed his gaze down and saw the pants that had fallen on his instep.

Jiang Xinghuai: "..."

Fu Yan expressionless: "Put it on."

"It fell off by itself..." Jiang Xinghuai bent down and mentioned, "No, these pants are too big."

Fu Yan looked at his legs, judged his waistline, and brought over a belt.

"There are not enough eyes." Jiang Xinghuai fastened to the last hole of the belt, but his waist was still empty.

"Carry it by yourself." After Fu Yan finished speaking, he turned his head slightly to the earphone, "I'm not telling you, there is a child at home."

"Oh, actually it won't fall." Jiang Xinghuai opened his hands and showed him without pulling his pants, "Look, it can..."

"Based on my judgment, the situation is not very good." Fu Yan stretched out his palm to face Jiang Xinghuai, which was a gesture of rejection.

"It can get stuck on my butt..." Jiang Xinghuai's voice gradually weakened.

Fu Yan turned around and left: "When will I see you tomorrow? Bring the materials and..."

Jiang Xinghuai watched him walk away, sat down, and suddenly thought of his father.

His dad was always on the phone and never listened to what he was saying.

"Let's take a look at this poor steak. You can clearly see that he is an Australian steak. He traveled thousands of miles to China. He must have a lot to say. Let's interview him. What is he talking about? " Jiang Xinghuai poked the meat with a fork, "I'm so lonely, I'm so lonely..."

After sending this Australian steak with a lonely soul back to Australia, Jiang Xinghuai went to the bathroom to wash his head and face.

Because he couldn't find a hair dryer, he sang nunchuck eight times in the bathroom before shaking his head dry.

Wearing baggy sports shorts, he walked around the living room 8 times, and got the experimental results that the pants really wouldn't fall off.

Jiang Xinghuai finally couldn't find anything to do, so he leaned his head on the sofa and sighed.

So boring so boring so boring so boring—

"Won't you be bored here by yourself?" Jiang Xinghuai grabbed the door frame, looked over at Fu Yan who was sitting behind the desk, "Do you need me to accompany you?"

Fu Yan stared at the computer screen without raising his head: "If you are not full, there are biscuits and milk in the refrigerator."

"I have successfully sent the soul of steak to Australia." Jiang Xinghuai said.

"Huh?" Fu Yan raised his head and asked.

"It's just finished eating." Jiang Xinghuai said and went straight into the study.

The study room is very large, and the left wall is a whole row of black wooden bookshelves.

Jiang Xinghuai approached, wanting to take out a book to read, but just as he stretched out his hand to see the title of the book, Jiang Xinghuai withdrew his hand.

Pharmacological experimental methods, biopharmaceuticals and pharmacokinetics, microbiology and immune technology, human anatomy atlas, biochemistry, pharmacognosy and drug analysis, medicinal chemistry...

What kind of messy books?He knew that men in suits didn't read manga, but didn't they even have a magazine?

"Are you a doctor?" Jiang Xinghuai asked.

"No." Fu Yan said.

"That……"

"I have been engaged in medical research before." Fu Yan simply explained.

"Professional counterpart!" Jiang Xinghuai rushed to his desk in surprise, "Do you know what kind of virus it is? Then what's going on now? How did this virus infection suddenly come out without any rumors? Why? Are they going to bite like zombies? Are they zombies? Is the end of the world coming?"

"I don't know." Fu Yan turned off the computer, "But as far as the current situation is concerned, this virus has a rapid infection period and a short onset period, and the series of abnormal behaviors caused by the infected person belong to a new type of virus that has not been recorded. As for As you said, the reason for the strong aggressiveness of biting people like zombies is not clear."

Jiang Xinghuai didn't understand a word, he nodded, "I think you're right, I guessed the same way."

There is another guess that Fu Yan did not mention, which is the man-made virus leak.

The emergence of this menacing and virulent new virus is most likely to be man-made.

"Do you know that the zombies have to be headed to die? The game is set like this." Jiang Xing Huai Kepu, then puzzled, "But they don't know if they are dead. If they don't die, are we acting in self-defense?"

"Dead." Fu Yan said.

"... No wonder you cut it with a knife." Jiang Xinghuai said.

"I wasn't sure when I cut it." Fu Yan said.

Jiang Xinghuai: "..."

"That's why I didn't behead." Fu Yan explained.

"...Xiao Xu wanted me to tell you that he thanked you." Jiang Xinghuai said.

Fu Yan stood up from behind the desk: "He will..."

The incandescent lamp hanging on the top of the wall suddenly went out, and the room became dark in an instant, and the air conditioner beside it beeped and stopped working.

The room became eerily silent in the darkness.

Jiang Xinghuai blinked, and subconsciously took two steps closer to Fu Yan: "What... what's wrong?"

"Power outage." Fu Yan frowned.

"It's so dark outside." Jiang Xinghuai turned his head to look at the sky outside, "It's usually not so dark at this time."

"The candles are in the living room." Fu Yan said as he got up and glanced at the study window which was open for ventilation.

Row upon row of high-rise buildings in the distance scrambled to turn off their lights, and the huge wind swept across the entire city with the harsh horns and faint calls from downstairs.

The spread of the virus on a large scale will cause social panic and social disorder, and what's more, it will cause the social order to collapse.

Fu Yan expected a power outage, but he didn't expect it to happen so soon.

The news reminds people that closing the door is the first line of isolation to prevent the spread of the virus.

However, if the virus is not resolved, we cannot go out. Sooner or later, we will run out of food at home, not to mention the crisis of power outages and water cuts.

The depletion of food and drinking water will trigger the next round of great crises.

Fu Yan took one last look at the criss-crossing neighborhood downstairs that kept honking horns.

In the darkness, there seemed to be a huge monster dormant, with its mouth open, waiting for these fleeing people to step into the trap on its own initiative.

Candles are lit.

Jiang Xinghuai leaned against the sofa, sat on the carpet, quietly pulled the blanket off the sofa and pulled it into his arms.

After Fu Yan replied the message, he looked up at him.

"Do you have food at home?" Fu Yan asked.

"Do potato chips count?" Jiang Xing held the blanket in his arms, tilted his head and smiled, "Half eaten, do you want it? But it should be soft, not crispy anymore."

The candlelight flickered, the corners of Jiang Xinghuai's mouth curved slyly, and the eyebrows and eyes that looked over showed the clarity and ease unique to teenagers.

Fu Yan knew that this child was far from realizing the horror of the rapid spread of this large-scale virus.

Fu Yan sighed lightly.

"Are you leaving?" Jiang Xinghuai asked suddenly, and then without waiting for his answer, he added, "I heard, are you looking for your friend?"

"Yes, tomorrow." Fu Yan said, "The safety brought by high floors is not absolute, you..."

"I have to wait for my father." Jiang Xinghuai said quickly, "My father will come to find me."

"Okay." Fu Yan pointed in the direction of the guest room, "Go to sleep."

Looking at the dark guest room, Jiang Xinghuai dared not enter, but said stubbornly: "It should be my game time now, I'm not sleepy yet."

"If you think about it, opening the door is an all-round experience of a real-life game." Fu Yan pointed out the door.

It's like a good match.

Xiao Xu let out a groan.

Fu Yan nodded to thank Xiao Xu, then turned and went upstairs with the candle.

"Can I sleep with you." Jiang Xinghuai asked quickly.

"No." Fu Yan refused.

"Lay on the floor, don't grind your teeth, don't breathe." Jiang Xinghuai tried his best to recommend himself.

"No." Fu Yan refused again.

"It doesn't matter." Jiang Xinghuai shrugged, "I'm afraid you're afraid."

"Thank you." Fu Yan didn't turn his head.

"You're too polite, Uncle." Jiang Xinghuai smiled and waved at his back, "Good night, Uncle.

"Good night." Fu Yan walked to the middle of the stairs and turned around suddenly.

The living room was empty, and the candles only lit up around the sofa.

The boy was sitting close to the candle with a blanket in his arms, tilting his head, but looking at the dark French windows.

Fu Yan turned and went upstairs.

Jiang Xinghuai turned his head and watched Fu Yan's back disappear around the corner of the stairs.

He fell asleep on the sofa, staring at the faint candlelight, and wrapped the blanket tightly around his body.

Are those infected people outside really zombies?Are they really dead?

Would it be dangerous for his father to come and look for him?

He has nothing to eat, can he wait until the day his father comes?

...Will his father really come to him?

Jiang Xinghuai closed his eyes, feeling flustered and wronged.

"Jiang Xinghuai." Fu Yan's voice sounded.

Jiang Xinghuai lost his mind.

"...What are you doing?" Jiang Xing was wrapped in a blanket without showing his face.

"Are you crying?" Fu Yan asked.

"No." Jiang Xinghuai said stiffly, "Sniffing, I have a cold, I hope you don't mind dirtying your blanket..."

"Come up and sleep with me." Fu Yan said.

"...Are you pitying me?" Jiang Xinghuai frowned.

"No." Fu Yan stiffened his face.Standing in the darkness, he took a deep breath before speaking again: "I'm scared, please come up and sleep with me."

"I knew it." Jiang Xinghuaimeng breathed a sigh of relief on the blanket, and then persuaded him, "You shouldn't be so concerned about face, adults are like this now, but in fact, you don't have to lie to me, I won't laugh at you."

Fu Yan took a deep breath: "..."

"It was me who was trying to be brave." Fu Yan said.