Rebirth at the end of the world: I report to the country

When the sunset completely sank behind half of the mountains, darkness seemed to cover the entire city, but human beings' tenacity and vitality are always demonstrated in major disasters.

As if to be a deliberately awaited signal, the street lights lit up at the same time, forming countless photoelectrics that dispersed the darkness of the road ahead. This city, which has experienced an earthquake for a whole month, has regained a familiar warmth in the lights.

The venue finally arrived. Chi Yan looked at the scene in front of her and was speechless for a moment. The venue was surrounded by ugly reinforced concrete and smooth rocks, but the venue itself was the same as before the era of natural disasters.

The lights are bright and colorful. Amid this chaotic and noisy wreckage, people gathered together.

Dinner time has begun, and the dishes are passed from the fully open outdoor kitchen to the table in front of everyone. Under the light, the dense white mist is clearly visible, exuding its tempting taste.

There are many such dinner spots. After all, it is impossible for the entire city to gather together for a meal, and it is impossible to find such a huge and suitable venue in Lingnan City.

After arriving at the venue, according to the message from Chi Yan's mother, Chi Yan and her father joined the dinner after finding their seats.

In fact, no one at the table knew anyone, but Chi Yan and her father did not feel uncomfortable at all, and even blended in instantly.

The era of natural disasters can change a lot, making people cherish their own lives and the people around them. The barriers between Easterners and Easterners have faded into nothing a long time ago.

Distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors. This saying is broken in modern cities. Most of the neighbors do not know each other, but the experience of overcoming the crisis together makes everyone look around and have not said a word, but they are both black and black. Hitomi's compatriots will naturally become extremely friendly.

Especially Chi Yan's father, he almost picked up the wine glass on the spot and was about to drink it in circles - there were children here.

Everyone's laughter began to echo when Chi Yan's father stood up.

The dishes are not particularly rich, especially compared to before the era of natural disasters, but at this moment, the dishes here with fresh ingredients are very valuable.

The New Year's Eve party unfolded in the middle of the feast. Songs, dances, everything unfolded according to normal procedures, becoming the background sound of everyone's celebration.

The programs at the branch venue will be performed live. If the program is not at the branch venue, everyone will watch it on the huge display screen behind the stage.

Chi Yan even saw several celebrities who were quite popular before the era of natural disasters at the scene, one of whom she liked very much.

Of course, I feel nothing now. The older generation does not understand that it is normal to chase stars. When survival is difficult, no one will care about it. According to Maslow’s needs theory, when physiological needs cannot be met, any other Demand needs to be stepped aside.

Chi Yan's mentality now has changed - why did she chase stars a few months ago? It really doesn't seem to make any sense.

The show continues.

Sometimes, it doesn't really matter what the quality of these shows is.

For example, many people turn on the TV on New Year's Eve, not to watch the program on it, but to let the program become the background sound and create a lively atmosphere.

Everyone doesn’t necessarily watch programs, chat, play on mobile phones, or play mahjong, but the TV must be on.

When a dance ended, the lights on the stage suddenly flashed regularly and the music began to switch.

By this time, the real dinner party had long ended, and all that was left on the table were fruit snacks or drinks. Therefore, noticing this change and the sudden break in the rhythm, everyone raised their heads and stared at the screen.

On the screen, Mr. No. 1 appeared in everyone's sight again.

The experience of these two months made Chi Yan subconsciously sit upright.

This show seems to be different.

She looked to the lower left corner. The name of the program was "Their Stories Should Not Be Nameless."

……

In the house.

A group of people suddenly broke into the house, ignored the woman's scream, and surrounded the study.

Then the leading police officer kicked open the door. Behind the door, an oriental-faced man sat on the desk. He raised his head and looked at the police officer. Then he sighed deeply, but his mood remained calm. Nothing happened. Did not say.

It was as if he had anticipated the current scene.

There is a stove in the corner of the desk, and the fire is raging at this time. Not long ago, all the confidential documents that should not have been discovered by the police have been thrown into the embrace of the flame.

"Rand, you've been hiding so well. You've been letting people from the East Kingdom go back? That's bullshit. People like you shouldn't be trusted," the police officer said.

"I was too hasty, I shouldn't have shown such a big trick." The East man named Rand said with self-reproach.

"It's such a shame that our department has been infiltrated by you! You will pay a heavy price for what you have done. We will know everything from your mouth, find out all of you here, and then we will take you Send to hell!" the police officer said angrily.

"You can't do it, hell? Let's go down together!" Rand pushed open the drawer, and there was a pistol inside. He quickly raised it.

But the police officers surrounding him were all staring at his movements. Although Rand was very fast, they all reacted. In an instant, countless gun muzzles burst into flames.

"Go up and save people, we want to survive."

"I can't decide life, but I can control death." Dongren, who was lying in a pool of blood, raised his head and smiled: "This is the best ending."

In the era of natural disasters, the last veil of decency between countries no longer needs to be preserved. The trial and imprisonment of Jiandie's undercover agents have become a waste of time with little meaning. There are too many modern interrogation methods and they are effective. He does not think that he can compete with a country's technology by relying on his willpower. He does not want to become a bargaining chip used to clamp down on his motherland.

He raised his head, looked at these people who were his colleagues in a certain way, and spat out a mouthful of blood: "My name is not some bullshit Rand, my name is Liu Changzhi."

"I'm sorry to my wife, I didn't love her."

"Finally, long live the nation of the East."

……

"His name is listed as a criminal in Dongguo. In order to keep it secret, most of the insiders do not know his identity."

"That's why we hate Rand so deeply. We hate this traitor who betrayed our country."

"But he has never betrayed him. He loves this place deeply, and he loves this land more than anyone else."

"Liu Changzhi is a hero. I want to tell the entire Dong Kingdom and everyone that Liu Changzhi, who sacrificed his life in other countries and did not return home for several years, is a hero. He is a hero who gave up hope of surviving and returning home!"

——Liu Changzhi, 28 years old, died on October 28th.

……

Frozen sky.

"S-it's so cold. Is this place really that important?" Two soldiers were talking amidst the sound of hail.

"The transmission pipeline here cannot be broken. When everyone moves here at the end of this month, we will have to rely on this if we want to restart this place quickly."