After picking up a system

What will the scene be like when the end of the world comes?

I'm afraid the adjective "earth-shattering" is not an exaggeration at all.

It seemed that everything had a foreshadowing. Before that, there were frequent earthquakes, followed by various natural and man-made disasters. The news about social life far exceeded the news in other sections. Almost the moment one thing was reported clearly, another thing was revealed by the insider.

People's condemnation and sympathy for each other have reached a high point. When faced with injustice, everyone seems to be a hero, and when faced with a verdict, everyone is a spectator. People see everything, think about it, and then output it to others.

Everyone is judging what they see, even though it has nothing to do with them. Inexplicably, the online society and the real society are intertwined and overlapped, and the atmosphere is dark and depressed.

Everything is going according to plan, but many people still lose hope in life. Why?

Why is the world neither good nor bad, but filled with hostility?

On a sunny afternoon, the Meteorological Bureau announced a piece of news that excited astronomy enthusiasts: a giant meteorite would pass by the earth, an astronomical spectacle that only happens once in a million years.

Before this day, international news reported that a certain laboratory was suspected of researching virus leaks, and local people have launched a joint letter, but compared with our local news, the popularity is lower.

The old man's grandson was an astronomy enthusiast. After reading the news, he howled with excitement, attracting the old man. The grandson had already gone to prepare for this spectacle. The old man sat on the sofa in front of the TV and moved slowly. He turned on a channel and saw the virus leak reported earlier. There were no more versions of the report yet, so he just speculated based on the scene.

He looked at his daughter-in-law who was washing vegetables and his excited grandson, turned off the TV and played with the lark he had raised for several years.

Maybe old people always have a certain premonition of death. He was the first to discover it, but also the most indifferent.

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In a few days, the meteorite is about to fall. The collaboration about the laboratory has spread to the whole world. Many people have already felt uneasy and have started to stockpile food.

It’s hard to say about things like intuition, and others may not believe you even if you say it, so stockpiling food is ultimately limited to a small scale.

……

Amid the anticipation of astronomy enthusiasts and in people's ordinary daily lives, the end of the world came quietly. A meteorite arrived on time one night and brushed past the earth amid the excited calls of a group of young people.

This spectacle was recorded by many people, but the image did not survive for long. Ling's father was one of the recorders. As a veteran, he is now a military fan and his home is filled with simulated weapons.

Originally, according to Ling's father's love for these weapons, he would clean them every day, but today he didn't have time to clean them because of the scenery. After putting down the phone in his hand, Ling's father went to clean the dagger and other things.

The younger daughter, who is in high school, has finished class ten minutes ago and should be home soon. Mother Ling's meal is almost ready, and Father Ling can probably clean a few more knives. The older daughter got off work on time at five o'clock during her internship.

The town is full of the atmosphere of fireworks. After returning home from Lingjuque, a family of four sat at the dining table. In the quiet space, there was only the sound of dishes and chopsticks colliding, but it did not make people feel depressed, but warm.

The meteorite landed on Friday, and for the next two days, the family of four stayed out except for Ling's mother who had to go out to buy groceries. The family is a homebody, but this does not prevent the Ling family from having a good relationship with their neighbors.

It has been nearly five years since Ling Juqie was adopted, but she is still not used to calling "Dad" and "Mom". Ling's father and mother don't force her to do anything, and most of the communication between them is without any specific titles. Sometimes they have to call people just by their names. In order to prevent Ling Juqie from feeling biased and unfair, they also call their own biological daughter by her name.

Ling Jumo didn't care. She had already agreed when adopting her sister, and she sincerely hoped that Ling Juqie could live a good life.

Ling Juqie can feel the love of her father, mother and sister. She has always been the bully in the orphanage. Because of her great strength, she is almost disliked by everyone and the girls are afraid of her. The boys can't beat her, so they feel embarrassed and say she is a super strong girl...

It was also because of these reasons that no one adopted her until she was thirteen years old. Before she met Ling's father and mother, she thought her future was to stay in an orphanage until she was eighteen years old and then find a job in a factory. Those factories would probably like her great strength.

When she thought there would be no more good changes in the future, she met Mr. and Mrs. Ling.

Now, perhaps because of the awkwardness of adolescence, or perhaps because she has been uncomfortable with the word "parents" since she was a child, she has never called them by those two names, and has always called them "Uncle Ling" and "Aunt Ling". Or maybe in her eyes, uncles and aunts are more intimate than parents.

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Last night, on Sunday, the neighbor's aunt came to Ling's mother to chat about family matters with an uneasy tone. The general meaning was that there were suddenly fewer people, which was very disturbing, and among them there were people who had never been late for more than ten years.

Although Ling's mother was also worried, she still tried to comfort the other party in a relaxed tone. As a former military wife, she knew how much influence public opinion could have on events.

The next day, Ling's mother went out to buy groceries and became more and more uneasy. After talking with her neighbors last night, she also told Ling's father about this matter. Ling's father said this morning that he wanted to go shopping with her but she refused. She was afraid that if they went out together, something might happen to both of them, and what would happen to her two daughters.

Many shops on the road were closed, and the street I often walked on showed signs of vandalism, with sanitation workers cleaning up while cursing.

When we got to the market, the person who was always on time didn't show up today. Everyone wanted to finish the transaction quickly and leave quickly. Because of the bargaining, the market was a little more lively than usual.

When Ling's mother came out of the vegetable market, she met the sanitation worker again, but she was not as aggressive as before. She seemed exceptionally silent and even moved slowly. Ling's mother passed by her in confusion. After a few steps, she heard the sound of something falling. She turned around and was knocked to the ground by the oncoming "sanitation worker".

The freshly bought vegetables were scattered on the ground. Ling's mother tried hard to push away the person who was pressing on her, but she seemed not to feel any pain. Ling's mother pinched her neck and twisted her flesh, but she did not let go at all.

His face was stained with an unknown liquid dripping from that person's body, and a pungent smell wafted around.

After being bitten, Ling's mother was filled with fear and judged that the other party had lost all reason. She no longer cared whether she would hurt anyone. She clasped her hands, kicked hard with her legs, stood up and ran. A dizziness made her almost stumble to the ground.

Not long after running, they saw a few "people" who looked like the sanitation worker. They seemed to be attracted by something and surrounded Ling's mother, but their movements were slow and ferocious. Ling's mother gritted her teeth and tried to take a step forward.

The journey that usually took more than ten minutes now felt particularly long. She felt that her current situation was very dangerous, but she wanted to tell the rough man to protect her two daughters and tell him that she had never blamed him for the arranged marriage...

Her consciousness became increasingly blurred. Ling's mother paused for a moment, her limbs stiff, and she continued to move forward. She did not look for food nearby like the other mindless monsters. She kept one thought in mind and walked forward.

Why did she move forward? She didn't remember...

When the knocks on the door came with too long intervals, Ling's father had already looked at his watch for the tenth time. Ling's mother had been home half an hour later than usual. The next second after hearing the knock on the door, he stood up from the sofa, but then he remembered that Ling's mother never came home without a key.

"Who is it?" he asked while looking at the person outside through the peephole.

Mother Ling's head was lowered, and there was blood on her clothes around her neck. Just seeing this, Father Ling was already worried and confused.

He quickly opened the door and pulled the person in, his worry evident in his words: "What's the matter? How did you go out to buy vegetables and get yourself like this? Let me see where you are hurt?" When his hand was about to touch him, Ling's mother took a step back, raised her empty eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "......" The intermittent voice seemed to have many unsaid words, and the next second she pounced on Ling's father.

Feeling threatened by his neck, Father Ling subconsciously clamped Mother Ling. "Hey, Lin Mei, what's wrong with you?" Attracted by the noise, Ling Jumo and Ling Juqie came over in shock to mediate, but Father Ling yelled at them from a few steps away. "Don't come over. Mom is not feeling well. Xiaomo, go find a rope to tie her up first. Xiaoqie, go see if there's anyone outside who pounces on anyone like Mom did. Go and close the door."

It had been a long time since everything was done. Ling Jumo was shocked and at a loss when he learned about the situation outside from Ling Juqie. He just woke up, and the world had changed. Father Ling was silent for a long time: "Go pack up and leave here." The two looked at each other and did as they were told. Ling Jumo wanted to pack up quickly and let his father do the cleaning, but Ling Juqie was afraid of something unexpected happening.

Human emotions are complex, just like the first time she saw the silent couple, she knew they loved each other, just like at this moment, she was both a participant and a bystander.

She went downstairs first and sat on the sofa without saying a word. Ling Jumo went downstairs and asked Ling's father to clean up quickly. Ling's father was silent, as if he was struggling, as if he didn't know how to start.

Ling Juqie didn't understand, but also seemed to understand a little. If she was asked to leave now, she would not want to leave. How could she easily lose the family affection that she had finally gained as a teenager?

Ling Jumo urged again: "Dad, hurry up and clean up. When you are done, we can discuss what Mom should do."

Father Ling's tone was helpless and a little angry: "What can we do? What else can we do? Your mother is unconscious now. What else can we do except tie her up? But what if we tie her up? She is a threat to us now, but how can I let your mother stay here alone?"

Ling Jumo was a little stunned: "What, what do you mean? Dad! What are you going to do?"

Before they could argue any more, Ling's mother became a little irritable and crazy, and the three of them shifted their eyes to her. The rope that had fit just now was now easily broken by Ling's mother.

She attacked Ling's father who was closest to her. Because he was not prepared, Ling's father was pushed down, half of his body fell on the sofa, and he groaned. Then he grabbed Ling's mother with his backhand. Because the space was narrow after falling to the ground, it was not easy to turn over and suppress her, so he had to use his hands and feet to hold her tightly, but Ling's mother's head was still flexible. When she moved forward, Ling's father could only fall backward.

Ling Jumo and the others came forward, pulled the table and sofa apart, so that Father Ling could turn over and press Mother Ling under him, but he was still accidentally scratched in the action just now. He clamped Mother Ling first, with a hint of smile in his tone: "You two go, I'm scratched, and I may become like your mother soon. Let's go, before I lose my mind, remember to lock the door when you go out, so as not to hurt others."

Silence responded to silence. Ling Jumo was a rather emotional person. He seemed to come back to his senses only when Ling Juqie pulled his clothes.

……

With a simple luggage on my back and a newly locked door in front of me, human beings’ fear of the unknown is also unknown.

……

Father Ling helped Mother Ling, who was struggling fiercely, to lean against the sofa, holding her with one hand, and in his right hand was a dagger, which he held tightly.

He didn't know how to make Ling's mother die, but he knew how to kill himself. He was a little reluctant to die because the zombie movies he had watched before all said that headshots were effective...

Then, the dagger stained with Ling's mother's blood, with a hint of yellow and white, was inserted into Ling's father's chest.

Father Ling stroked Mother Ling's hair and slowly closed his eyes. He was a little greedy, greedily hoping for a next life, hoping that they could fall in love freely and love each other in the next life.

"Hello, comrade. My name is Lin Mei, the sunny Mei. I know that you and I were asked by our parents to have this arranged marriage. I don't like arranged marriages. It's time for our generation to change this concept. What do you think?"

I think it's good that an arranged marriage allows you to marry me...