Three months later.

Jingcheng Road was originally the most famous commercial pedestrian street in Gangzhou City. It has a certain historical origin. It was the most prosperous market at that time as early as the Ming and Qing Dynasties. Until now, the bluestone pavement from hundreds of years ago is still sealed with characteristic glass below the street.

Today, Jingcheng Road is no longer like it was back then. Weeds are growing on the spacious streets that are enough to accommodate six cars in parallel, and the two artificially planted banyan trees have begun to fall off their leaves - this is caused by strange weather.

Since the moon disappeared, the earth's yellow-red and red-cold angular changes drastically, so the global climate has also begun to become extremely unstable. It is possible that the last month was the biting cold wind, and this month it was hot. Most artificially cultivated plants cannot adapt to this high-frequency climate change in the short term and withered early. Only countless weeds survived strongly and bloomed little by little in the entire city of Hong Kong.

A wild cat poked his head out from the corner of "Li Bai Lane": three-color patterns, tears in the corners of his eyes. It is an unhealthy female cabbage. If you look carefully, you will find that two two- or three-month-old cubs are followed behind her. They are all like weeds on the ground, and they are born on the earth after humans completely disappeared. The kittens are full of curiosity about this unknown world. They are already weaned. Today, the female cabbage brings them out to teach them the first hunting class in their lives.

The humans are finished, and the kitten doesn't care.

There are restaurants on the road in Beijing. After the food rots, mice are rampant. Cats that are free-range in nearby houses become the guardian saints of this neighborhood. Cats were originally desert animals, with strong adaptability to harsh environments and were naturally good hunters. Even during the period when humans were rampant, they did not surrender to humans like dogs, but established mutually beneficial relationships with them: they lived in human homes, humans offered food, and they protected human safety.

Now without humans, they live as freely as before.

The eldest among the kitten is the same as the mother. Before weaning, the mother only allowed it and her brother to go around Libai Lane. This hunting course is also the first time in the cat's life. Its dirty meat mat was stepping on the stone bricks on the Jingcheng Road, and the weeds bent under its feet came with a cool touch. It was both excited and a little scared. The younger brother next to him was holding the weeds hard and gnawing, trying to grind the newly grown baby teeth, looking silly.

The big cat walked along the Beijing Road with two kittens in a familiar way. When passing by a huge underground passage covered with red paint, the cats smelled a pungent smell. It was the first time that my brother smelled such a nausea and screamed in dissatisfaction. The big cat was used to this smell. Humans often came in and out of this place a few months ago, but there was never a foul smell. Now she didn't plan to enter. Although it was likely that it was the base camp of mice, the smell made her instinctively feel dangerous.

They passed through the subway station and arrived at the other end of Jingcheng Road. It was close to the intersection. Today, the cat mother was not lucky. There were no traces of prey in the area inside, but this was the first class of great significance. She didn't want her two children to return empty-handed, so she decided to take the risk here to try her luck. This area is the territory of stray dogs, and stray dogs are not easy to mess with. They are not as flexible as cats. They cannot catch mice. They often eat garbage. When they are hungry, they will eat their own companions.

The two kittens looked around curiously, not realizing their mother's nervousness. They just imitated their mother's appearance, sniffing the weeds on the ground from time to time, and then looking at the cracks in the wall next to them.

The mother signaled them to silence. The raccoon, who had just been mother, still maintained its natural keenness. It had set its sights on its prey: it was a big-bellied mouse. On the table of the shop with "Yinji Rice Noodles" written on it, she was affectionately putting her head into the seasoning plate and licking the bottle with "Soy Sauce" written in human font.

After humans disappeared, rats and cockroaches were the new owners of the city. There were not so many free-range cats, and they could hardly find natural enemies. After mating, adult mice could give birth to a litter of young mice within one month, and at most, there were sixteen or seventeen in a litter. This number has increased exponentially every month. Recently, the food in Gangzhou City has no longer met the large number of rats. They often kill each other in broad daylight, and the corpses are everywhere. They will all suffer from diarrhea after eating.

Rats are no longer as alert as before, because they no longer need to avoid human pursuits. They often just need to find whatever they want to eat.

This fat mouse doesn't look very smart, and is an excellent "novice prey". The mother of the tabby cat already feels sure to be sure. It hides in a dead corner behind the tree, with two front paws plucking on the ground, and puts its center of gravity behind it. The two furry hind legs are like tight slingshots. The next moment, she will attack like an arrow, rush into the shop before the mouse discovers it, jumps onto the table, and accurately holds its neck.

Suddenly, a loud noise came from a distance with the sound of glass shattering. For a moment, the mice in the store and the cats outside the store were like frightened birds, and suddenly disappeared under the toilet pipes and deep in the alley.

At the intersection of Beijing Road, the glass of a vending machine shattered with a bang. A human hand carefully reached into the crack and took out a can of Coca-Cola.

This is an adult man aged 35: his skin is yellowish-brown, his face is Asian, his nose is high and his facial features are upright. There are uneven stubble on the top of his head, which should be the result of a period of natural growth after shaving. His skin is not good, slightly dry, his jaw and cheekbones are slightly blue. He should have been shaved not long ago, and there are some traces of shaving blisters behind his ears. His clothes are very new, but there is no sense of whiteness overall. He is carrying a full military backpack behind him.

The man pulled off the Coke pull ring and opened his mouth to suck it. The obvious Adam's apple surged up and down, making a satisfied sigh.

"It's ice, it's fucking ice... Come on, take a sip on Sunday."

The man is you, Zhang Sirui.

You look around and expect that you don’t see “Sunday”. Over the past period of time, you have developed the habit of “just yourself” to speak. You throw away the empty coke can you drink, hum the melody of your name and walk along Jingcheng Road. In the middle of the road are one after another, and before humans disappear, some of these pavilions are milk tea shops, some are snack shops, and some are written with the words “welfth lottery” on them.

You came to the lottery station, stopped for a moment, turned around and walked deeper. After walking for a while, you turned around and turned back, and picked up the lottery tickets on the table with relish and shaved it.

“…twenty dollars!”

“…and twenty more!”

“…Why is it another twenty yuan?”

“…Damn, I didn’t win…”

“…Wow, two hundred dollars?!”

“…I failed…”

“…I failed again…”

"……hateful……"

You are enjoying it, as if you have never paid any attention to the malicious gazes you have handed from the corner of the alley next to you.

A wild dog is eyeing you.

This is obviously a Tibetan mastiff. It may have been a private dog from a wealthy family. Since humans disappeared, there is no good dog in the city. This Tibetan mastiff is the "dog king" in this area. It is unusual for stray dogs: alopecia areata, which is caused by long-term intake of excessive salt, but the exposed skin can be seen with vague muscle knots - there is no doubt that it is so strong that it is beyond imagination.

It's eyeing you.

It hides in a dead corner in the alley, with its two front paws plucking on the ground, putting its center of gravity behind it, and its hind legs are like tight slingshots, containing explosive power.

The Tibetan mastiff is fired like a bullet. The next moment, it will fly over before you find it and bite off your neck accurately.

You are still addicted to the welfare lottery and cannot extricate yourself. Until the Tibetan mastiff runs wildly to three meters away, and the moment you are about to take off - you move.

You turn around and touch your right hand to your waist, where you hung an extremely perfectly maintained active military QKZ03 9mm diameter semi-automatic pistol. You draw your gun, aim, pull the safety, and fire, and all movements are flowing, as smooth as a soldier who has been through the battlefield.

Gunshots. Gunshots resounded through the clear sky.

The huge Tibetan mastiff fell to the ground. And what about you? You turned around as if nothing had happened and said "to your own heart":

"Damn, why haven't you won yet?"

"...ahha, five hundred yuan! We sent it on Sunday!"

Human beings will relax their vigilance after surviving the difficulties. You are once again addicted to the world of welfare lottery. But this is the territory of the "dog king". When you have never cared about it, a black shadow has approached quietly.

At first, it is a few dozen meters long. But it is light and cautious in its feet, and it approaches you little by little. This is a wild Doberman, a good sneak attacker. It holds its breath, approaches silently, and finally comes to a place ten meters away from you - it sprints towards you with all its strength.

The dog barking sounded.

——But it wasn’t from the Doberman rushing towards you. The Doberman ran too fast, like a afterimage, but the barking dog ran faster. It rushed out from the other side of the intersection, and came first, and rushed to the thin Doberman ruthlessly, tearing it into a ball with it. The border collar was young and strong and incredible. After a while, it bit off the Doberman’s neck in the fight.

You only came back to your senses and turned around. Your first reaction was to blurt out:

"Sunday! Don't eat randomly!"

You are Zhang Sirui. You have been reborn and are with Sunday.
Chapter completed!