As mentioned above, since it is a story, it is impossible to have an ending without a single ending.

Zhou Yan chatted with the chubby doctors around him. They discussed some relationships with each other, and the difference between books and reality. This strange chat content made the two of them dizzy and confused the more they chatted, but they were also particularly relaxed. One cup of beer after another, gradually getting drunk, and Zhou Yan finally fell on the bar.

"gentlemen?"

"Sir... wake up."

“We are already closed here…”

A few light calls pulled Zhou Yan back to his consciousness. He shook his head, which was still a little unconscious, straightened up, and found himself lying on the bar counter.

It seems that he drank a lot last night.

"Ah, I'm sorry." Zhou Yan wiped the saliva from his mouth, got up and wanted to go around the bar and wash his face in the bathroom behind.

But suddenly, he seemed to realize something.

Zhou Yan looked around and saw the empty tables and chairs around him, as well as the empty wine glasses on the table, and was a little stunned.

"Where are them?" Zhou Yan asked subconsciously.

"They?" The bartender next to him also followed his gaze and glanced at the empty bar: "Are you talking about those guests? Of course they all left."

While saying that, the bartender also pointed to the wall clock on the wall: "Sir, it's already five in the morning now, and our bar is not open 24 hours a day, so..."

Zhou Yan naturally understood the meaning of the bartender. He closed and closed, and the guests should go home.

But... is he going to drive me away?

The outside world has been paralyzed, where else can I go?

And...why do you call me 'sir' so politely? It's like you're really a bartender, and I'm really a guest at this bar.

Zhou Yan looked at the other person for no reason. The bartender was still wearing a very representative vest and shirt with his small eyes and almost no pupils to see. However... Zhou Yan seemed to have noticed something...

Although this person looks exactly the same as the bartender he had drunk last night, they are definitely not the same person.

At this time, there was a very strange feeling, so that Zhou Yan was stunned for a moment, not knowing what expression he should have.

At this time...

"Drip~Drip~"

A few sounds of cars.

Zhou Yan's body trembled suddenly. He supported his drowsy mind after the hangover, walked to the bar door, and pushed the door open.

The wind gushed in at 5 a.m., with some unique smell of sulfur and saltpeter in the wind. A cleaning car drove past Zhou Yan and made several flute sounds from time to time.

"Car..." Zhou Yan couldn't believe his eyes. After the world collapsed, how could there be a car driving on the road?

He rushed over immediately and chased the cleaning car. Fortunately, the car drove very slowly, so Zhou Yan chased over and patted the car door hard.

The driver turned his head in confusion, looked through the window at the stupid man outside, and slowly pulled over and stopped the car.

"What are you doing?" he asked, rolling down the car window.

Zhou Yan's breathing began to be rapid, and he didn't know what to ask, and in the end...:

"You... do you still have memories?" he asked.

The driver frowned, then looked up and down at Zhou Yan, but did not answer him, but rolled the car window.

Through the glass, Zhou Yan saw the driver picking up the microphone in the car and could vaguely hear his voice: "The person behind him has a brain problem here on 15th Street. I saw a circling around the distance, and then I would snatch someone..."

Zhou Yan staggered... He looked around and found that the ground was filled with red debris after firecrackers were set off. Further away, there was a sound of wind coming from a car passing by.

"What's going on?" Zhou Yan turned around in the same circle. He saw that although the traffic flow in the distance was sparse, it was no longer as congested as the end of the world as he remembered. The early morning sun had not yet fully bloomed, and some street lights were flashing. Several cleaners walked out of the corner and began to sweep the garbage on the floor with complaints.

It was an ordinary morning, with no major power outages and no people with amnesia, and the catastrophe directed by the Criminal Club seemed to have never happened.

"Didn't it..." Zhou Yan thought of a possibility at this moment, only this possibility: "The plot? Has it been changed?"

He immediately turned around and ran towards the bar. However, when he came to the door of the bar again, he found that the bar had closed the door, and the sign at the door said, "Business hours, 22:00-5:00 am."

This is the normal business hours of a bar...

“Hahahahahahahahahaha”

Inexplicably, Zhou Yan smiled. He rubbed his hair that he had not washed for several months, but could not feel the dirty touch on his hands. When he recalled his previous memories of the end of the world, he even felt that he couldn't tell whether he was dreaming.

In this way, Zhou Yan began to walk along the street in a certain direction, and the sun gradually rose. For the first time in his lifetime, he felt the sunshine so truly dispelling the night. The cold temperature of early spring warmed up little by little, and there were more and more pedestrians on the street.

Last night...it was New Year.

A very ordinary New Year, completely different from what I remember.

Zhou Yan left and walked, the sound of traffic and noise filled the world again. He even felt that it was a pleasure to be bathed in this noise until a phone ringed.

Zhou Yan answered the phone and saw that the caller ID was Lin Xi.

He answered the phone and put it in his ears...

"Hello?"

"Do you know what time it is now?" Lin Xi's voice rang from the other end of the phone.

Zhou Yan leaned against the wall, trying hard to make his voice seem less trembling.

"Am I... late?"

"Nonsense, I'll give you half an hour, I won't see you, this month's bonus...what's wrong with your voice?"

"Haha--" Zhou Yan laughed and rubbed the water stains on his face: "It's nothing. I drank too much last night and had a nightmare?"

"So... were you scared to tears by nightmare?" Lin Xi's tone was full of suspicion.

"Maybe."

"..." Lin Xi was silent for a while: "This reason is far worse than the reason you made up before. After half an hour, hurry up and get to my post!"

The phone was hung up like this.
Chapter completed!