I sell Coke in the doomsday

I drove the truck all the way into the base, followed the route I remembered, and parked the truck near the warehouse.

After doing all this, I got out of the car, found a relatively dry wooden block to sit on, and started waiting for people to come.

I didn't have to wait too long before Ajie came over with a group of people. At first he didn't notice anything and had a smile on his face. But as the distance got closer, the smile on his face slowly faded and he looked a little more confused.

Ajie paused slightly, asked everyone to stop, then slowly walked towards me and stood beside me. He didn't speak immediately. I stretched lazily, then turned to ask him.

"Is there any cigarette?"

Ajie didn't say anything, but silently took out a cigarette box from his pocket, took out a cigarette and handed it to me. I took the cigarette, lit it, and then took a puff with an intoxicated look.

"call……"

As white smoke came out of my mouth, I tapped the ashes in my hand and spoke softly to Ajie beside me.

"Find a place, I have something to tell you."

“Although it’s a little absurd, even the beginning of the story may seem perfunctory.”

“But it’s something that really happened.”

Chapter 177 Sleep

Ajie didn't do what I said. Instead, he dragged me to an empty room in a forceful manner, brought a basin of hot water, and put my head in the warm water with a very bad attitude, and asked me to wash.

I had to do as he instructed, but when I finished washing up, there were some more food on the table in the room. I glanced at Ajie who was setting the table, and said with a frown.

"Ajie, I came to talk about something very important. I don't have time for these things."

Hearing this, Ajie frowned, put down his bowl and chopsticks, and spoke to me indifferently.

"We can talk about this later. Look at you now, with your hair disheveled and you look extremely depressed."

"Now you eat well and sleep well."

"If you have anything to say, wait until you have rested enough before talking."

I sighed, took a step forward, pointed my finger at my chest, and spoke loudly.

"I don't need those. Have you forgotten that I am immortal?"

Ajie also took a step forward, refusing to give in, and said in a deep voice.

"Is immortality so amazing?"

I was speechless and couldn't understand why Ajie did this. I couldn't help but get angry and glared at him. When our eyes met, I didn't feel any malice in Ajie's eyes.

Ajie's eyes gradually softened, he looked away, put his hands on my shoulders, pressed me into the chair, and his voice became much softer.

"Listen to me and eat."

"In your current state, nothing you say will be convincing."

Hearing this, my eyes flickered and I stopped struggling, but I didn't pick up the bowl and chopsticks. I just looked at the food on the table quietly. Ajie didn't sit down, but stood there and said softly.

"I don't know what happened though."

"But I can sense that you may have experienced something terrible that I can't even imagine."

"You need to rest and calm down."

I couldn't find any words to refute, but at the same time I felt that I was calm enough and didn't need anyone's comfort, so I whispered.

"You think too much. I'm not that fragile."

Hearing this, Ajie sighed deeply and spoke slowly.

"You are really unconvincing as you are now."

"Even if you don't need it, you should take a break."

"At least, it makes me feel more at ease."

Seeing this, I gave up resisting and stopped arguing. Instead, I obediently picked up the bowl and started to follow his instructions. Seeing this, Ajie didn't say anything else. He walked out of the house and whispered to me when he closed the door.

"Get some rest."

I didn't answer. I held the steaming corn porridge, slowly closed my eyes, picked up the soup spoon, and took a sip.

It's really funny. I had calmed down a long time ago. It's really unnecessary for Ajie to do these things.

As I thought about this, the spoon in my hand unconsciously moved faster and faster, and my expression gradually became ugly.

I used to think that painful emotions were like fireworks that exploded in an instant and then disappeared into thin air.

However, the real pain is like a spark that falls into the dry and dense rice field. Once the wind blows, it will ignite with the wind and turn the entire rice field into a sea of ​​fire.

As Ajie said, I...didn't really calm down.

I blocked the pain with busyness and the wild thoughts that I am best at, until now, when I was sitting in this wooden house, that little spark finally began to really burn.

Suddenly, I threw away the spoon, picked up the bowl, put the still hot corn porridge to my mouth, and began to eat it voraciously.

I haven't eaten anything for a long time, let alone replenishing water. Even though my body doesn't really need these things, something engraved in my bones still makes me subconsciously crave them.

Just like that rainy day, after I saw Tongtong, I fell step by step. Even if I could do it again, I would still step into the same river and make the same mistake again.

A long time ago, I always had a very simple sense of right and wrong, either black or white, but as time went by, this simple sense of right and wrong was gradually tainted with other things.

If I tell everything, how will Ajie and all human beings view Tongtong?

It should be hatred and anger, the wish to skin her alive, after all, she was created as the natural enemy of mankind.

But is Tongtong really wrong? This is a game of life or death. For her, it is either the extinction of humanity or her death. Should she sacrifice her life for all mankind?

Tongtong is not a human being. She has no responsibility to sacrifice for humans, and no reason to do so.

There is no right or wrong, no good or bad, just survival.

Only I, who am caught between the two, am wrong. No matter which side I choose, it will be wrong.

After eating and drinking everything in sight, I, feeling full and satisfied, didn’t complain about anything. I turned to the bed and fell asleep.

The cold bed felt chilly and hard, and had a strange smell, which made me miss the comfortable bed at home.

This was not the first time I slept on such a simple bed, but this was the time I missed the bed at home the most. Perhaps it was because I knew I could never go back.

There was no fire in the house. My hands and feet were cold in the winter chill. However, in such a bad environment, I fell into a deep sleep and forgot about the cold.

There were no strange nightmares, no one came, and I slept surprisingly soundly.

But this time I forgot to wake up.

……

The light fell, a wisp of smoke floated into my nose. In a trance, I opened my eyes and sat up from the bed. The winter chill forced me to wrap myself tightly in the quilt. I looked forward with hazy vision.

However, I saw, in this wooden house, a tall figure squatting on the ground, fiddling with a brazier with great effort. The smoke I smelled was coming from that brazier.

Maybe because of the good quality sleep I had this time, I feel like I have really calmed down and am no longer so lethargic.

I wrapped myself in a quilt, got out of bed, sat down beside the brazier very naturally, grabbed the iron stick used to stir the charcoal, and said unhappily.

"Go to hell. If you keep doing this, I'll freeze to death here."

Hearing this, the tall figure looked up in surprise. It was Ajie.

Ajie looked at me again and again with a very strange look, which made me feel creepy. Then he slowly sat down next to me and asked tentatively.

"you're awake?"

This is the stupidest question I have ever heard. I rolled my eyes and retorted without hesitation.

"Otherwise, would I still be a corpse?"

Hearing this, Ajie's expression became more and more strange. He hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but stopped. After thinking for a long time, he finally asked another question.

"Do you know how long you slept?"

I answered perfunctorily while fiddling with the brazier.

"How long can it be? A day and a night at most."

Hearing this, Ajie grinned, then raised two fingers at me and spat.

"Come on, you slept for twenty days."

"I've never seen you sleep so well!"

Chapter 178 The Rabbit Wants to Return to the Foot of the Mountain

"Come on, you've been sleeping for more than twenty days."

"I've never seen you sleep so well!"

Hearing this, my eyes twitched and I blurted out subconsciously.

"No, did I sleep that long?"

Ajie pointed at my chest, rolled his eyes, and spoke to me with contempt.

"Smell your clothes and see if they stink."

I did as I was told subconsciously, and sure enough, a sour and stinky smell hit me in the face, making my eyes go black.

With this smell, I would believe you haven’t taken a shower for twenty years, let alone twenty days.

"During these twenty days, you will sweat a lot every day, like a water man, and you will be wet every day."

"This smell..."

"No one is willing to take care of you except me."

I still didn't react. I held my head in my hands, finding it hard to accept. Twenty days were over in the blink of an eye?

This may be the most luxurious sleep I have ever had.

I sat in front of the brazier in a daze, trying hard to recall all the details before I fell asleep, but no matter how hard I thought, I couldn't find anything unusual.

So I could only ask Ajie.

"Um...did anything special happen during the twenty days I slept?"

Ajie glanced at me, stretched his hands in front of the brazier to warm them, and spoke slowly.

"This incident itself is the most special thing, but..."

At this point, Ajie's eyes became very strange, and he asked me uncertainly.

"Do you have a habit of sleepwalking?"

Upon hearing this, I immediately shook my head in denial. As an immortal whose body is always healthy, I am sure that I do not have any symptoms of sleepwalking.

"I can give you a definite answer."

"I don't have any symptoms of sleepwalking."

Ajie's eyes became more and more strange. He took a breath and smacked his lips.

"That's strange. There have been strange noises coming from your room over the past twenty days."

"But as soon as I opened the door, I found you lying on the bed, sweating profusely."

Hearing this, I frowned and couldn't help but interrupt and ask.

"What kind of sound?"

Hearing this, Ajie shuddered subconsciously, and it seemed as if goose bumps appeared on his body. He described it to me with a subtle expression.

"that is……"

"It's that sound... of fingernails scratching on glass."

"..."

How should I put it? This answer made me feel like I was fooled, but looking at Ajie's expression, I couldn't afford to pretend.

Everything remains a mystery. I don’t know why I have been in a coma for more than 20 days, nor do I know where the strange voice from Ajie’s mouth came from.

I sat in front of the brazier and subconsciously looked down at my hands. My hands were slightly white, without any signs of wind and frost, and there was some black dirt under the fingernails.

……dirt?

I was stunned for a moment, then looked at my hands carefully. I might have lived a rough life, but there shouldn't be black dirt under my fingernails.