Under the world broadcast, there are all kinds of things in the world.

The city-state was in chaos, with money, gold, silver and jewels scattered everywhere.

In the firelight, people's greedy and crazy expressions were reflected, like evil ghosts in hell.

"Boom-boom-boom-!"

Firelights rose from various buildings. People were walking through the chaotic streets, and the flying bills slapped their sallow and thin faces, like giving them several heavy slaps.

More and more crows flew over, stopping on people's corpses to peck at their eyes that were corroded by the black mist.

In the sky, the world broadcast continues:

"——Human beings are creatures that weave their own meaning. In this long war, we have done our best and achieved our mission in our own meaning."

"——In my eyes, you are perseverant, brave, and rational. Even in the face of powerful enemies that can crush the world, you still show your brightest side. How many people fought against fate until the last moment."

"——You are the heroes of the world. Your spirit of unity and friendship is the spirit that best represents mankind during the War of Dawn..."

"Kick him to death!" In the chaotic neighborhood, a group of people stabbed each other to grab the flying banknotes.

"Burn this house down. If I can't rob it, no one can rob it!!"

In the chaos, people's faces were like the most terrifying devils, and in the black mist, there was a terrifying and greedy laughter.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!"

A middle-aged man covered in blood stood up from the fire, his hands covered with blood. There were jade ornaments, gold chains, and silver chains hanging around his thick neck... They were also stained with human blood.

The middle-aged man held the head of an unknown person and laughed loudly. He was already insane:

"Go to hell! Go to hell! No one can live! You will only have rags when you die, but I will have a neck full of jewels when I die! I will definitely be a rich man in my next life! I will definitely be a high-class person in my next life.

Personality person! I am luckier than you! I am luckier than you! Hahahahaha——!!!”

"Die! Humanity is finished! We are all finished!"

"Tawei! If you can hear me, save me! I don't want this ruined world anymore. Please, save me. I want to join your civilization! I want to live!!!"

The dancing fire was bright and dark, and the people's steps were obviously not loud, but they seemed to make a sound like the earth was shaking.

"Boom".

"Boom".

"Boom".

Every step that falls is like crushing all previous human efforts into the mud.

On the side of the street, a young girl with a ponytail stumbled forward. She kept calling a boy's name, crying at the same time:

"A'Zhuo, A'Zhuo..."

"Come back quickly. I won't stop you from joining the army. I don't want you to buy me a diamond ring. I just want you to come back. Azhuo, where are you..."

Suddenly, her footsteps stopped.

At the other end of the street, a familiar figure staggered towards her. He was slender and his right shoulder was slightly slumped, resembling her lover A Zhuo.

"Azhuo?"

Ad Zhuo walked toward her step by step. His steps were extremely heavy against the backdrop of people beating, smashing, robbing, and killing people.

"A'Zhuo...are you back?" The girl held the diamond ring and took a few steps closer to her lover, A'Zhuo.

Ad Zhuo was wearing a white protective suit and carrying a gun. He seemed to have just returned from the front line, and his mask was broken. He and the girl with the ponytail had been lovers for many years and had agreed to get married. However, when Project Dawn began, he took the initiative to go

He went to the front line. Before leaving, the girl had a quarrel with him over this.

Now that he is back, he must want to come back to see her at the last moment.

The girl took a few steps forward. She wanted to give her lover a hug, even if it was just before she died. She also wanted to enter the end of the world with him.

However, when A Zhuo walked completely in front of her, the smile on her face faded.

The blood-red light flickered on the back of Azhuo's neck, and his eyes had turned bright red. Looking at the brightness of the red light on the back of his neck, he had been completely invaded for a long time, almost turning into a walking zombie, without even memory or reason.

.

"..." The girl looked at her lover who had lost his mind quietly.

"After being invaded, what obsession did you rely on to come back to me step by step?" the girl murmured to herself.

The front line is so far away from here. There is no food, no heating tools, and no scooter. He just wears a broken protective mask, unconsciously, relying on the obsession before losing his mind, leaping step by step across the vast sand, facing the top

Walking back to see her through the stinging black mist.

How can human beings have the will to break through the limits of their bodies to do such a thing?

She also stepped closer to him and threw the ring on her hand into the burning fire next to her.

"Stab it."

With a soft sound, the diamond ring that once made her lose her temper with him fell into the intense flames and disappeared.

"Do you still remember me?" The girl stared at him tremblingly.

Azhuo tilted his head, confusion revealed in his scarlet eyes. He looked at the girl, as if looking at a magical thing. She seemed to have a completely different meaning in his eyes than others, but he couldn't remember anything.

.

……who is she?

...Why did he have to go such a long way and suffer so much pain to come back to find her?

...Why was he so sad when he saw the scars eroded by the black mist on her face?

Who is she? Who is she?

Soon, uncontrollable violence and madness emerged from his scarlet eyes, and his last thoughts were completely suppressed.

When the irrational Azhuo rushed towards her, the girl did not resist.

In the end, the invaded people will attack others indiscriminately, just like monsters.

"Azhuo, the soldiers said that if the person with the red light on the back of his neck survives, the density of the black fog will rise and you can't stay here." The girl said, "I'll take you with me, okay?"

Ad Zhuo squeezed her neck tightly and nodded in confusion.

She stretched out her hand, hugged him tightly, and pulled him back step by step until he retreated into the flames behind her, leading him to fall backwards. In the end, Adhuo seemed to realize something, and his pupils revealed

At the last glimmer of clarity, he did not resist, but hugged her tightly.

"I, love, you." He said brokenly.

"Stab" sound.

A pair of lovers fell into the flames, their hair mingled, their cheeks touching, making a "crackling" sound of their skin cracking, revealing their skeletons that were quickly burnt black.

"I love you……"

This is the girl's final response.

"Dang——dang——dang——"

The bell tower of the city-state rang the bell at six o'clock in the morning.

A pair of white birds on the bell tower fluttered their wings and flew to the sky together.

During this eternal night, fires were burning everywhere in the city, and they never stopped for a moment.

…

In a house under the bell tower, a gray-haired old woman stared at the fire and closed the door.

She put the sweater she had knitted for her grandson on the bedside, opened the cabinet, bent her waist, and slowly found dozens of pills as bright as roses.

"Are you still eating noodles today?" Sitting on the rocking chair next to him was an old man with squinting eyes.

After hearing this, the old lady spat:

"Damn old man, the noodles you made are so salty, I don't want to eat them in my life."

She lined up the pills in her hand and placed them on the old-fashioned sewing machine.

Threads of black mist floated into the room through their drafty windows. The old woman stroked the sweater she had knitted in her hands and leaned against the rocking chair. She was wearing 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 it, she's still as beautiful as she was when she was young."

The old man in the rocking chair stretched out his hand to her.

She squinted her eyes, wrinkles on her face, smiled, and held her old man's rough hand. Their heads were leaning against each other, and their silver hair was tangled together, as if they were one body.

"Will you still eat noodles in your next life?" the old man asked her.

"Put less salt and less oil. When you come to chase me in the alley again in the next life, remember to cook a bowl of noodles with chopped green onions..." the old lady said.

"You are the only one who has many things to do," the old man said.

After swallowing the overdose of pills, the old couple leaned against each other, held each other's wrinkled hands, and slowly stopped breathing.

They were head to head, shoulder to shoulder, as if they were asleep next to each other.
To be continued...