On Fifth Avenue, Russell was invited by Robert to get into the car, a large Ford SUV, which was very suitable for transporting daily necessities in the empty city.
That brand-new Audi R8 was thrown away, not because it wasn't pretty enough, but because it only had two seats. We couldn't let Sam lie on the roof!
Robert's face was swollen, with an intoxicated expression that said, "I'm in pain, but I'm very comfortable." "Brother, New York is my territory. You don't have to be restrained when you get here. It's just like returning to your own home."
Human beings are social animals and are afraid of loneliness. In order to pursue social recognition, they are willing to give up individuality and follow commonality.
This was especially true for Robert, who hadn't communicated with anyone in three years. He kept talking from the moment he got in the car. In order to gain Russell's approval, he was eager to share everything about himself.
"This is Fifth Avenue, the most prosperous commercial street in New York, and now it is my back garden. What do you like, gold or diamonds? I will take you there right now, pick slowly, and take as much as you want..."
Russell was different from Robert. He had not tasted the loneliness of not seeing a living person for three years. He only felt that thousands of flies were buzzing in his ears, which made him extremely annoyed.
"Russell, my good brother, are you listening to me?"
"No!"
"Hahaha, you are so funny! Since you are listening, I will continue..."
The number of flies increased again. For the first time, Russell knew that men could be so chatty. He looked helplessly out the window and saw the broken poster flashing by on the street.
The poster has been exposed to wind and sun for a long time, and the original colorful colors have faded away, leaving only a gray and white tone. A butterfly with open wings can be vaguely seen on it. The text printed on the bottom corner of the poster: God still loves us!
Russell has seen the movie, two versions, two different endings, and knows that butterflies have extremely profound implications.
As for whether it symbolizes the rebirth of breaking out of the cocoon, the rebirth of mankind, or the rebirth of the night devil; or does it symbolize destruction, God loves mankind, but has no mercy on mankind's own suicide?
At this point, benevolence is in the eye of the beholder, Russell would not comment, he only knew... Robert really talked a lot, which made him want to pull out a gun and shoot him dead on the spot.
True to his word, Russell took out the sand eagle and pointed it at Robert: "If you do it again, I will blow your dog's head off!"
"Woof woof!"
Sam in the back row whined twice, and Russell took out a sand hawk again and pointed the gun at it: "Same goes to you. If you moan again, I'll blow your dog's head off."
Robert raised his hand and made a zipper motion, indicating that he would stop talking nonsense. He was not angry at all when someone pointed a gun at his head, and he even wanted to do it again.
The vehicle continued to drive. After two minutes, Robert couldn't help it anymore. He glanced at Russell nervously, raised his hand and honked the horn.
"If anyone can hear me, anyone, I can provide food and water, provide safety..."
Russell stretched out his hand to turn off the radio. Seeing that Robert was scratching his head and scratching his head, he felt sympathy and gave him a few words of nonsense: "Man, don't let it go. You must also know that there is no one else in New York except you."
"Isn't there still you?"
Robert immediately retorted: "If I hadn't insisted on broadcasting every day, I would probably have missed meeting you, so I firmly believe that there are more lonely people in the world who are struggling on the verge of death. They need companions and communication. , even if...it's just a broadcast."
I am an exception!
Russell smiled bitterly and shook his head. He was about to say something when he suddenly saw Robert's winking and aggrieved eyes. Then he realized that he was saying this to get a caring greeting.
"Uh, hard work..."
The atmosphere suddenly became gay!
Russell shuddered and abruptly changed the subject: "Man, change your broadcast language. Your mood is too pessimistic. No one will pay attention to you."
Robert was unhappy when he didn't get the greeting he wanted, but he still continued the conversation along Russell's topic.
"Change it to what?"
Russell looked serious: "When looking for roommates, the requirement is under 20 years old, with an angelic face and a devilish figure, and can do laundry, cook, and make beds..."
Robert opened his mouth wide and was so shocked that he almost lost his grip on the steering wheel. He would be thankful to find an inflatable one at the end of the world, but he still asked for so much.
Robert wanted to say something shameless, but he hadn't seen a living person in three years. He was afraid that Russell would abandon him in anger, so he could only lose his moral integrity and cater to him: "I understand, in fact, I also like this tune. I know there is a video store that sells All kinds of exciting and exciting discs, I have relied on them for the past three years to survive until now, I will take you to see them now."
As he spoke, Robert winked, looking like a man who had come before.
"Hey hey hey..." X2
Russell was about to agree, when he suddenly remembered something, slapped Robert on the thigh, and said angrily: "Robert, I misjudged you. I never thought that you, a guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, could be so dirty inside!"
Robert: "..."
"I remember you told me that you are a scientist who studies viruses..."
"Uh, I never said that!"
"Shut up, you have!"
"Okay, I said it."
Russell hated it and said in an passionate tone: "Robert, do you know that you are wasting your time! As a virus vaccine expert, you are probably the only surviving human being who can reverse the virus and bring new life to all mankind. As a result, look at what you have done in the past three years? A video store, and excitement. Are you worthy of the six billion dead humans?"
Robert lowered his head in shame, and Sam in the back whined, as if he was also ashamed of his master.
Russell sighed softly: "Robert, I don't mean anything by saying this. I just want you to realize the heavy burden on your shoulders. Let's go, turn around and go home now. I will urge you to make an anti-venom serum. Before you succeed, You are not allowed to step out of the room."
"oh!"
"Woof!"
…
At the same time, in the desolate Washington Square Park, a group of not-so-bright light flashed, and sixteen reincarnators appeared.
There were men and women in this group, all of them were physically and mentally exhausted, and their injuries were either minor or serious.
"This is where?"
"Damn it, is this the end of the world again?"
"This is Manhattan, New York. I saw that stone arch in the 'Spider-Man' movie."
"..."
A group of reincarnators divided into several teams and began to discuss the current world. Soon, they all shut up and looked at the twelve dormant cabins.
"What's going on? Why are there twelve guys sleeping here? Are they stupid?"
No one refutes. Sleeping in the mission world of the main god space and being exposed to the public without any precautions. What else is it to be stupid?
"Do you want to kill them?"
"Wait first, find out what kind of world it is before taking action! Seeing how confident they are, they must have chosen a camp that will win. Killing teammates will result in a deduction of reward points!"
"That makes sense."
