This world is terrible

what--

In the early morning, the young man opened his sleepy eyes and stretched.

"Alan!"

The continuous roar of the washing machine was mixed with my mother's call like a ghost: "Get up quickly and come have breakfast!"

"You're so old, you don't have any sense of self-consciousness, and you don't know how to help your mother do some work when you rest. You sleep in all day long..."

Grumbling.

Automatically filtering out his mother's nagging, Allen came to the dining table and sat down.

Placed in front of him was a portion of half-cold steamed dumplings paired with a glistening vinegar dish. With one sip, Allen easily destroyed one of them.

[Dear viewers, good morning. ]
On the TV in front of the table, the smartly dressed host sat upright and broadcast the weather forecast:

[According to the meteorological department, Typhoon Migratory Bird is rapidly approaching the coastal areas of Kyushu. ]
[It is expected to land from Donghai City at around 7 a.m. on July 28, three days later...]
"mom?"

Allen shouted toward the laundry room: "The typhoon is coming."

"So fast?"

When my mother heard the news, she didn't bother to wipe the water stains on her hands, and quickly came to the TV. At this time, the camera was already shown to an expert.

[According to meteorological data, this "migratory bird" is still continuing to intensify, and the maximum intensity is estimated to reach tropical storm level. ]
Experts talk:

[Typhoon days are coming, please take adequate precautions. ]
[First, strengthen the house, seal doors and windows, and clean dangerous items on balconies and inside the hospital; secondly, stock up on necessary food, drinking water, emergency medicine and other living supplies; at the same time, avoid wading in water to ensure travel safety...]
"Alan, after you finish your meal, help your mother go out quickly."

Allen was thinking about what to play for a while, when his thoughts were suddenly interrupted by his mother's voice, and he was a little reluctant: "Mom, as for that? Why don't it rain more, don't..."

"Let you go and go!"

His mother slapped him on the forehead: "The last time we were affected by the typhoon in Sabin, our residential building was almost flooded. If we don't prepare this time, do you want to eat instant noodles for a few days?"

Allen was speechless and could only turn around weakly and quickly finish breakfast.

[In addition, the public is requested to pay close attention to the warning information issued by the meteorological department. ]
[And follow the government’s arrangements. ]
[Evacuate to a safe area in time. ]
"Mom, I'm going out."

"Hurry up, be careful if someone else robs your stuff."

Allen ran a few steps helplessly until he came to the elevator, and then returned to his nonchalant look.

In his opinion, whether the supplies are left or not is not different from the few steps he ran.

Whether you can buy it or not depends on your life.

ding dong~

After leaving the residential building and walking onto the sunny road, the sky was as clear as blue, and it didn't look like a typhoon was about to blow. Allen took out his phone, saw the beating heads on the screen, and chose to connect.

"Hey?"

"Alan, what are you doing?"

"I'm out shopping."

"You saw that too?"

Qian Zong on the other end of the phone looked at the street view outside the car window and sighed: "Last time we went to the beach, Lao Gao didn't come because he had something to do. I was originally thinking of organizing a team building in a few days, but I didn't expect the typhoon to come suddenly. What a surprise. It’s bad enough.”

Speaking of Gao Yi, both of them naturally thought that the former did not participate in the trip to Dongbin Bay more than half a month ago.

The reason is mainly attributed to Gao Yi's rhetoric about returning to his hometown before going to sea.

Through [black humor] jokes, most people in Gaoyi’s social comfort circle believed this rhetoric with little resistance.

As for the cousin who is closer to me...

Maybe he really felt that his cousin had been building a team outside for more than half a month. "If you're fine, I'll hang up first. There are a lot of people here..."

Allen walked to the door of the Carrefour supermarket outside the community and looked at the surging crowd that looked like a zombie outbreak. A drop of cold sweat slowly broke out on his forehead.

Damn it, we are all civilized people, can everyone calm down!

"Hey, don't hang up yet, you heard that I..."

Mr. Qian hurriedly interrupted: "Do you remember what happened at Dongbin Bay last time? We were locked up in a hotel and our water and electricity were waived for a few days."

"I saw someone on the forum saying that the reason was that some organisms were controlled by unknown viruses and spread their behavior, causing someone to die, so we were quarantined."

"You said that this virus will trigger crowd riots. I still believe it... a... bit..."

Allen held his mobile phone between his legs and struggled to shuttle among the crowd: "Didn't the experts say that those creatures came to the land because of ecological damage? Now that Dongbin Bay has been released for half a month, there is no unknown virus. Yes, you can read it as a story."

"But many of the behaviors of those creatures cannot be explained by common sense!"

Mr. Qian tried to argue with reason, but he couldn't reproduce the detailed behavioral analysis in the original post.

"Just wait, I'll find it for you. You can see for yourself later..."

Allen shook his head.

How many of the posts this b sees every time can survive, and [-]% of them have been deleted.

"Everyone! Dear uncles, aunts, uncles and aunts, could you please lend me..."

In front of the fruit and vegetable area, Allen was distracted and was immediately squeezed out by the surging crowd. He was so angry that he went crazy.

At this time, someone patted him on the shoulder. Allen turned around and saw a middle-aged man with a kind face.

A little scared, he saw the cigarette that the man handed him and subconsciously waved his hand: "I don't smoke..."

"Oh, that's fine."

The middle-aged man put the cigarette to his mouth with his backhand and said with a smile: "Classmate, I just heard you talk about the incident at Dongbin Bay, and I want to ask, do you think the so-called truth behind it is what those people said? "

"..."

The question was so direct that Allen was temporarily down.

Just when he was about to subconsciously reply that he didn't know, the middle-aged man seemed to see the discomfort caused by his question and changed his words: "Then let me put it in a more direct way."

"Do you believe in... strange powers and chaotic gods?"

"I...should believe it."

Allen remembered that Mr. Qian said he would rather believe it than not, and reluctantly replied.

"okay."

The middle-aged man lit his cigarette coolly: "As long as you can accept it, I'm just worried that this day is very close."

Allen looked at him doubtfully.

Looking at his inscrutable sentences about smoking and his miraculous way of blowing out smoke, I can't help but...

"Hey! Don't you know smoking is not allowed here?"

A security guard suddenly stabbed out in front of the middle-aged man with a sinister look on his face: "I've been paying attention to you for a long time! What were you doing just now, inducing this child to smoke? Do you know this is a crime?!"

"Ah, no, it's just a habit. It's really just a habit..."

Before the middle-aged man could finish his words, the security guard had already chased him out the door. (End of chapter)