That night, Ji Feng and I couldn't sleep. We sat at the door of the tent, waiting for Bibi's voice.

Emergency lights are on in the tent.

The night sky is clear and appears as a mysterious dark blue. The wind is still blowing, and the tent is "slapping".

After a moment of silence, Ji Feng smiled and said, "There are only two of us left..."

I said, "Yes, we are the only two of us left."

After stopping, I said, "A long time ago, I wrote a story called "Unprecedented and Unprecedented". Have you ever seen it?"

Ji Feng said: "I really haven't seen it yet. However, I may not remember the name."

I said, "What I mean is that there is only one man and one woman left in this world."

Monsoon shook his head: "I haven't seen it."

I said, "Our experience this time is unprecedented."

Monsoon said: "I want to hear your story."

I said: "A writer drove to the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau. At dusk, he came to Kunlun Mountain, which is 4,767 meters above sea level. In the suburbs of that paradise, the air was thin, the snow-capped mountains were solemn, the sky was high and the earth was far away, and there was no trace of people. But he heard a girl's singing. At that time, he was a little scared and took out a Mongolian knife from his pocket..."

Ji Feng smiled: "Mongolian sword?"

I said, "Of course, it's not right to deal with a girl's wonderful singing voice with a Mongolian knife, but in that special environment, he couldn't get romantic. Later, he followed the singing and saw another traveler under the prayer flag, a very beautiful girl. She said she was an actor and had just returned from the condolences performance in Lhasa. The other colleagues left, she stayed alone for two more days, and is now rushing to Golmud."

Monsoon said: "Did they leave together?"

I said, "It will soon get dark and get colder. The writer said, let's go. But the actor suggested that he should take a look at the stars on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau with him. The night sky on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau is so clear. It's like the ancient poem says, and those stars seem to be able to pick them with your hands."

Monsoon raised his head.

The night sky of Lop Nur is also very clear, covered with beautiful stars. They seem to be twice as big as usual, and they are quietly overlooking a man and a woman in the desert.

I said, "Actors looked at the stars and said, "Tonight, we are the two people with the highest standings." The writer said, "No, there are also Cowherd and Weaver Girls." The actors said, they must be even colder. The writer said, No, they have love, but they won't be cold."

Monsoon said: "This is a love story..."

I said, "After seeing the stars, the two drove down the mountain one by one. At dawn, they arrived at a small city. As soon as they entered the city, the writers were stunned - the whole city was empty, and there was no one! Buildings stood in a deserted state, all the windows were black and filled with a solemn atmosphere, as if the whole world was dead."

Monsoon whispered: "It finally turned into a horror story..."

I said, "They thought there was a plague in this city, but there was no body. The writer smashed the glass of a shopping mall and stepped in. There was no power, and all the TVs and computers could not be turned on. Finally, he found the radio counter and installed a radio with a battery. There was only the "squeak" current noise, and he could not receive any programs..."

Monsoon is listening more and more seriously.

I said, "The writer and the actor abandoned a car, and they drove out of the city. Along the way, they did not see a single Tibetan grazing or a single driving vehicle. The whole world was so quiet, just like a prehistoric. The writer drove, and the actor sat in the back seat without saying a word. The writer became more and more alert to the girl who suddenly appeared, but he did not dare to break up with her. If they went their own way, if they finally found that all the people in this world disappeared, then they would never think of finding each other on this empty earth."

"That's a tragedy," Monsoon said.

I said, "They have been galloping, and finally I'm sure that no one in this world exists. That night, like two naughty children, they happened to climb up the roof and climb to the highest point. When they came down, the earth was empty."

Monsoon suddenly said, "I thought of the result."

I looked at her: "Tell me."

Monsoon said, "You continue talking."

I said, "The earth is empty. The writer was in a daze and heard a child reciting nursery rhymes - Big rabbits are sick, Two rabbits look, Three rabbits buy medicine, Four rabbits boil, Five rabbits die, Six rabbits carry, Seven rabbits dig pits, Eight rabbits buried, Nine rabbits sit on the ground and cry, Ten rabbits ask him why he cried? Nine rabbits say, Five rabbits don't come back! Big rabbits are sick, Two rabbits look... The child recites it over and over again, and his childish voice fills the sky and the sky."

Monsoon said: "This nursery rhyme is so sad."

I said, "It's dark again. They went to a town and walked into a dark hotel. The writer became increasingly distrustful of the actor. He could not love her. They both slept in their own sleep. That night, the writer had nightmares one after another, and every time he dreamed that the actor was not a human... After waking up, the writer began to wonder why the whole world disappeared, but he met this girl? He began to suspect that this girl was the thing that took everyone away! But why didn't she harm the writer? It was like - humans wiped out all the rats, leaving only the last one, humans would definitely not kill it. It became a rare animal. Humans would treat it as a toy or a research object, at least they would play with it before killing it..."

Monsoon opened his mouth wide.

I said, "After that, they continued to move forward and finally returned to the place where the writer lived - Lancheng. They saw shopping malls, banks, schools, city sculptures, overpasses, and still cars... Everyone left, they left nothing, they left everything. After the two settled down, the writer went out to collect abandoned cameras every day. He thought, maybe when the disaster came, someone happened to be recording the video. If he found this video, he would know what happened at that time. Maybe he would see the face of the actor in the video..."

Monsoon said: "I don't want that..."

I continued, "On this day, the writer and the actor went to the bookstore. The writer found a horror novel called "Unprecedented". The content was about - on the roof of the world, the hero met a mysterious woman. After they drove down, they found that the people in the world disappeared. The two almost collapsed. From then on, they lived together. The hero found that the heroine was becoming more and more suspicious. Finally one day... just saw this, the actor came over and stuffed the book into his pocket in a panic. In the middle of the night, the writer quietly got up and went to read the book, but found that the ending part was torn off. Who did it? There were only two people in this world! The writer mustered up the courage to wake the actor and asked her who tore the book. The actor said calmly that it was she who tore it and used it to make a fire. Since then, the writer has gone to many bookstores and has not found this book again."

Monsoon said: "I'm cold..."

I continued to say: "The writer is about to escape. He drove away from his home and never wanted to go back. There are homes everywhere. He found a house farthest from that woman to live in. He hid for three days. On that day, he was looking for a bookstore everywhere. Suddenly he saw a person appearing in front of him, as if waiting for him. He walked over slowly, and his soul flew away suddenly - it was her! She was always looking for this writer!"

Monsoon's eyes were a little wet.

She didn't hide it, and just looked at me quietly, waiting for me to continue talking.

I said, "Don't trust anyone."

Then, I continued: "The two have returned to live together. The actor should be the writer's girlfriend. One day, the writer saw an entertainment magazine next to a trash can, which actually published a photo of his girlfriend! The magazine was torn by the rain, and half of his girlfriend's face disappeared, which was very scary. The report said that "Unprecedented and Last" was about to be made into a TV series, with a total of three actors, the hero and the heroine. The girlfriend played the devil who caused the disaster... When she returned home, the writer asked her girlfriend why she had never told him about this matter? Her girlfriend stammered and said that when she found out that there was really no one on the earth, she thought of this drama, which made her creepy. She never dared to say that because she was afraid that the writer would think she was unlucky."

The emergency light suddenly went out and the power went out.

Monsoon touched another emergency light and turned it on. It was very bright and it was shaking white in the tent.

She sat down next to me and said, "If the writer had always held this mentality, I doubt he must have hidden some weapon."

I said, "Yes, he had already gotten a submachine gun in a prison and kept it in his trench coat pocket. But he didn't trust the gun. He felt that to his mysterious girlfriend, that gun was like a mosquito's mouth."

Monsoon said, "You keep going."

I continued to tell stories in the dark: "The earthquake happened that night. The writer pulled his girlfriend out, and the ground was full of frantically fleeing mice, constantly hitting their feet. The earthquake lasted for a long time until the whole city of Lancheng turned into ruins... The writer and his girlfriend were forced to leave, and they went to the beach. In his heart, the writer was even more afraid of his girlfriend. He stubbornly believed that the earthquake was made by his girlfriend. He was like a mouse put into a cylinder by her and had to run non-stop. On the way to the beach, they encountered a tornado again, and broke trees, roofs, children's tricycles, and a cow were flying in the air!

The girlfriend fell asleep in the back seat, and the writer thought that she started dancing in her dream again... The tornado did not shave them away, it seemed like a grimace. When they arrived at the beach, they had just lived in a villa, and the sea made a terrifying roar. The sound was too loud, as if all the disappearing humans were crying together. The sea stood up, like a huge wall, pounced towards them. The writer and his girlfriend rushed to the top of the mountain and escaped again. Then, they continued to drive to find their homes, and encountered a volcanic eruption, the earth was trembling, the lava was ejecting, and the writer drove away in a hurry... He felt that he would never find a home."

Monsoon said; "The story is almost over."

I said, "Don't you want to hear it?"

Monsoon said: "No, I have a gut feeling--they are almost over."

I said, "That night, they lived in a small town as big as a palm. No candle was found, and it was dark. The writer didn't want to escape anymore. In the middle of the night, the writer had a nightmare again, and he was extremely frightened. He grabbed the submachine gun in a daze, pulled the trigger at his girlfriend's heart... When he woke up, his girlfriend's chest had become a sieve. The writer threw away the gun and suddenly burst into tears."

Monsoon said: "Why..."

I said, "The writer drove his girlfriend's body and went to the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau again. The grassland was lush and the snow-capped mountains were noble. When he reached the top of Kunlun Mountain, it was already dark and it was very cold. The writer held his girlfriend's body and accompanied her to watch the stars."

Ji Feng pondered for a moment before saying softly: "There are only two people left in the whole world, one man and one woman. They should love each other, warm each other, and support each other. How could one kill the other!"

I said, "My nature is destined, and people are always lonely."

Monsoon said: "I know why you told me this story."

I said, "I just think our situation is very similar to this story."

Ji Feng looked up at the night sky and said, "The Cowherd and Weaver Girl are in love, so they will not be cold."

I hugged her gently: "We won't be cold either..."

As I was chatting, I suddenly stopped talking and slowly picked up the engineer shovel beside me.

Monsoon didn't say anything, and looked around vigilantly.

I said softly: "Someone is here..."

Yes, a person appeared in the night. She stood a dozen meters away and was trembling by the wind. The tent was filled with white emergency lights. The monsoon and I were in the bright spots, and she was in the dark. I don’t know how long she had appeared. She looked at the tent quietly in the dark.

I shouted: "Who!"

The other party didn't say anything.

I shouted again: "Who? Talk!"

She finally spoke: "Boss Zhou, it's me..."

I walked over slowly, and it turned out to be juice.

Monsoon also ran over: "Jujiu! Why are you here?"

Liu Jinger said, "I heard from Baozhu that they didn't kill you, so I ran out to find you..."

I pulled the juice and returned to the tent. I found that her face looked ugly.

Ji Feng brought a bottle of water, opened it, and handed it to her. She said politely: "Thank you." Then, she drank most of the bottle "gudugu".

I said, "How do you know we're here?"

Liu Jinger said, "I bumped around and then saw the lights."

I said, "What are you doing?"

Liu Xueer looked at me in surprise and said, "I'll go home."

I was speechless.

Yes, although there is only one tent and one car here, this is her home.

Ji Feng went out again, she brought a sleeping bag, spread it between the two sleeping bags, and then sat down gently next to the juice.

Liu Xueer said, "Where are them?"

I said, "We went to the Sun Tomb and entered five passages respectively. As a result...My Feng and I returned to the Sun Tomb, Bibi arrived at Easter Island, Xiao 5 and Congzhen arrived in Bermuda, and others didn't know whereabouts."

Liu Juer said: "Everlasting Island? Bermuda? How is that possible!"

I said, "It's true that Monsoon and I heard Bibi talk to us on Easter Island. That is to say, the outside world will soon know our whereabouts and will come to save us soon!"

I thought Juice would be surprised, but unexpectedly, her expression was very pessimistic: "Even if someone comes to save us, can they... see us?"

We are not talking anymore.
To be continued...