In the shelter based on the department store, the two found a bench and sat down.

Hu Ma carefully considered Xu Fu's question, "If I were given three days of life, what exactly would it mean? Is it meant to assume that I only had three days left to live?"

"Yes. Suppose the God of Death suddenly visits and says to you 'You only have the last three days'. After the three days, whether it is a car accident or a disease or a meteorite, there will definitely be a cause of death that will definitely cause you to die. And you may have a way to deal with these disasters, but you will also be unable to deal with them because of your extreme bad luck. Just think that it was cursed by the unsolved undead. In short, death is determined." Perhaps in order not to let Hu Ma get stuck in the premise, Xu Fu mechanically explained the premise, then smiled and said, "Then, what will you think and do in these last three days? All the answers are good, I hope you know your opinion."

"Uh... this is really unimaginable." Hu Ma just imagined, and felt dizzy and restless, "Why do you ask such a question?"

"I was just inspired by the survivors in the shelter," said Xu Fu.

"That's it... since I have only had the last three days, I should want to spend it with my family." Hu Ma tried his best to imagine what Xu Fu assumed, "With my sister and parents... I might want to go on a trip together. I went to a place where I wanted to go before, but didn't go because I felt in a hurry. It was like the beach..."

He thought for a while and said, "If time is really urgent, then it's better to go to the amusement park in Beaver City nearby. The family of four goes to the amusement park for fun. If possible, I hope that the god of death will take my life after the sun sets, and not in front of my family. In this way, there will be no regrets."

"No regrets?" Xu Fu asked back.

"No, it's still a pity." Hu Ma hung down the dog's ears in frustration, "I don't want to die."

Xu Fu smiled slightly, patted Hu Ma on the back, and then said slowly: "But Death is very cruel. Not only is it cruel to others, but also to yourself. So even if you look at the lonely back when you say goodbye to your family, you will accidentally be moved by you, and in the end you will still be determined to take your life away."

Hu Ma couldn't help but say, "Since you've been moved, then stop."

"Maybe Death God has his own ideas," Xu Fu continued, "Apart from tourism and amusement parks, do you have any other ideas?"

"Yes, there are, but there are only three days." Hu Ma racked his brains to think, and Xu Fu looked at him without saying a word.

After a moment, he finally squeezed out this sentence, "You can only do what you should do first."

After saying that, he lowered his head in shame. He felt that Xu Fu seemed to attach great importance to how he would answer, but he could only give such a boring answer.

He raised his head carefully and found that Xu Fu was looking at him steadily.

"Do what you should do." Xu Fu nodded and said relievedly, "Yes. I think so too. Don't be upset, this answer is quite good."

He stood up with his knees, "Then, while the prophets are not here, let's do something we should do."

"What's the matter?" Hu Ma asked curiously.

"Investigation." Xu Fu smiled.

He brought Hu Ma to the door of the secret room of the prophet and the nun.

At this time, there was no one else around. He first put his cane aside, then took out a tiny iron stick from his pocket, and then stabbed the iron stick into the keyhole.

"Hey? Pick the lock?" Hu Ma was startled, "Isn't this good? Why did you pick the lock?"

"I used to forget to bring the key when I went out, so I learned it when I asked the lock-opener to help me unlock the lock." Xu Fu talked nonsense while picking the lock with one hand. "Hei now has something to do, so he told me to pay more attention to the situation of the shelter, saying that maybe I can find clues about the dream being free from the conditions here."

"Uh... why don't you tell me..." Hu Ma whispered, "Although I know I'm not very reliable..."

"You are a psychic, I am an ordinary person. I am more likely to be ignored, but I have advantages in this regard." Xu Fu said in a comforting tone.

As he said that, he pried open the lock and pushed the door open.

The interior of the secret room was completely visible by two people, just a disappointing empty room. There was no furniture, no ornaments, the floor was bare, and the walls and ceiling were not decorated, like a rough house.

"Nothing? Then why do everyone say this is a secret room?" Hu Ma said in surprise, "I said..." He turned his head and saw Xu Fu standing in place in a daze at this time, his eyes firing around the room.

So he asked, "What's wrong?"

Xu Fu suddenly came to his senses. He rubbed his eyes and looked at the room again, as if he realized that there was nothing here.

"It's okay," he said.

*

For a period of time after that, it was calm.

While Hu Ma was inquiring about things in the shelter, she helped the survivors do something; while Xu Fu also walked around and unknowingly established a relationship with the survivors.

In Hu Ma's opinion, this is simply incredible. Because no matter how he communicates with the survivors, he feels that there is an invisible wall between them, as if they are people from two worlds, of course, and they are people from two worlds, but more of them are conceptual differences. This difference is not obvious on weekdays, but it is everywhere, making Hu Ma like a thorn in his throat. The most obvious thing is that when talking about the concept of life and death, survivors often do not regard death as a disaster, but instead take death as if they are home. For them, death seems to be as natural as air.

However, Xu Fu was completely unaffected by this difference. On the contrary, in Hu Ma's view, Xu Fu seemed to be closer to the survivors. The survivors seemed to smell the same kind of scent and accepted Xu Fu as their own. Although the survivors were very polite to Hu Ma, they were closer to Xu Fu when they treated Xu Fu, and even the children in the shelter liked Xu Fu more.

Even the nun, who has always been indifferent to others, seems to be close to Xu Fu. Hu Ma can occasionally see the two whispering.

Xu Fu often thinks about something in a daze. Hu Ma has no way of knowing his inner world, but he only feels that his distance from him is getting farther and farther away. Under his calm face, some kind of change seems to be brewing. Hu Ma is uneasy about it.

Another thing that surprised Hu Ma was that the survivors' attitude towards life was more optimistic than he thought.

He thought that the survivors had already collapsed under the pressure of death, so he said self-deprecating speeches like "It is happiness to die well." However, they have many smiles in life, and their daily routines are quite regular. The few people who are responsible for cleaning and washing clothes are very diligent, and some people actively prepare handmade gifts for their partners who are about to date. Some even have music interest classes, and when they are free, they will gather in the room that has done soundproofing to give lectures and listen to classes.

The people in charge of cooking are seriously discussing what to cook tomorrow's meal every day, and those who are good at hand-made work are asking better people for skills.

Xu Fu also teaches the children. If the class is boring, he will host games and occasionally tell stories.

While raising his hand to ask questions, the children asked Xu Fu's birthday. When Hu Ma passed by, he heard the children whispering, saying that if he could live until Xu Fu's birthday next year, he would also prepare gifts for him.

Everyone is facing life actively. After this comparison, Hu Ma found that he was the most negative person.

"Why is this happening?" He asked Xu Fu in confusion.

"It's probably thanks to excellent leaders." Xu Fu gave an inconceivable answer.

"It's just that?" Hu Ma asked in confusion.

"Of course it's not the only one." Xu Fu paused and suddenly asked, "What do you think of death?"

This question is too abrupt, making Hu Ma not know how to answer it.

"I used to have a friend. Well, a friend who likes to show off his knowledge of miscellaneous knowledge. Although I haven't seen him for a long time, I have a deep memory of his words. He said this to me: the more people are adjacent to death, the more they will feel the vividness of being alive and then think about the meaning of being alive." Xu Fu said, "For those of us who live in peaceful society, it is natural to be able to welcome a safe tomorrow, and they can also squander when there is still a lot of time. But for them, it may not be the case. Everyone may die tomorrow, which is their own choice. If you cannot accept this, even your sober reason cannot be maintained."

He continued, "So, whether it is the meaning of life or enjoying life, they can only seize the time to think and do it. We can naturally delay until tomorrow, but they cannot. So, specifically, how should they enjoy life under such limited time and material conditions?"

"I can only do what I should do first." Hu Ma said to himself, and then asked, "But, some people will collapse under pressure and do what I shouldn't do?"

Xu Fu nodded and said, "That's why we need excellent leaders."

"So that's it." Hu Ma suddenly realized.

"It is precisely because they are so close to death that they burst out with such a vivid vitality." Xu Fu said slowly, "On the other hand, if people do not die, they may not be able to feel the meaning of life; there will be no ideal that must be completed in their lifetime, and they cannot establish a developed civilization; there will be no fear, and the courage to oppose fear cannot be established; there will be no need for reproduction, and love based on reproduction cannot be produced. From another perspective, many beautiful things are not born because of life, but are born because of death."

"So, is death a good thing?" Hu Ma asked incrediblely.

As he said that, a chill suddenly burst into his heart.

The chill seemed to come from both Xu Fu's words and from the survivors' seemingly harmonious life atmosphere.

We praise death, regard death as a matter of course, and take death as the basis of the concept.

Isn’t this the thought of the withered believers?
Chapter completed!