Mo Xiaoyao never thought that her life might end at the age of 24.
The old people like to say that the birth year is a hurdle, and this year will not go well. Mo Xiaoyao didn't believe it at first, but she believed it the moment before the consciousness dissipated.
I just don’t know if this year will also be the birth year of the elderly on Earth.
Three minutes ago, at the moment when the sun was setting, the earth finally got tired of the group of parasites on her body who only knew how to take but didn't know what to give back.
At that time, Mo Xiaoyao had just got off work, and when she was stepping on her high-heeled shoes, she felt her feet shaking violently, subconsciously squatted down to keep steady, and then saw the stone bricks on the sidewalk cracked according to their original shape.
People's exclamations came one after another, and the high-decibel cries and screams stimulated Mo Xiaoyao's eardrums. At this time, she stepped on two hexagonal stone bricks with different colors, bowed her head and walked forward. Looking down, the gray-brown soil has been turned over by an unknown force, revealing a deep and invisible underground world.
For a moment, Mo Xiaoyao thought he saw magma in the center of the earth.
The screams in his ears were much less, and the noisy car horns also stopped. Mo Xiaoyao himself was surprised, why he was still so calm after such an unbelievable thing happened.
There is even a sense of leisure while looking at the torn atmosphere, looking up at the real universe without the filter, while looking at the cracked crust layer under your feet...
Um
Mo Xiaoyao suddenly realized that her body had been torn apart, why didn't she feel any pain at all? Could it be the last mercy given by Mother Earth
After thinking about it, but he couldn't figure it out, Mo Xiaoyao felt as if his soul was out of his body, attracted by the atmosphere that split the sky, the higher he floated, the wider his field of vision became.
She saw the solid ground beneath her feet fall apart, and she also saw buildings showing human civilization collapsing. Human beings who thought they were at the top of the food chain fell or were torn apart... Most of the expressions on their faces were fixed in panic and panic. At a loss.
Mo Xiaoyao felt that her brain was getting slower and slower, and it was even more difficult to gather any emotions. She was like an alien who stayed out of the matter, watching her family die indifferently.
Anyway, we are going to die, which is also very good, and everyone can be a companion on the road.
Weird thoughts popped up, but they couldn't get rid of them no matter what, as if instinctively, Mo Xiaoyao looked up and looked around, looking for someone of the same kind who was in the same state as her.
Then, she saw a piece of colorful glass floating in front of her eyes.
The fragments are about the size of a palm, in irregular long strips, like fragments falling from a broken mirror, but they are shining with brilliance, which is very eye-catching.
Like a drinker smelling the aroma of good wine, or like a drowning person seeing a life-saving straw, Mo Xiaoyao couldn't help but reach out and grab the fragment floating in front of his eyes.
In the next second, she found herself standing on a flat avenue surrounded by heavy fog. Her body returned to her original position and her senses returned. Mo Xiaoyao became the Mo Xiaoyao who dared to hate the world again.
Taking a long breath, Mo Xiaoyao stabilized his mind and carefully observed the surrounding situation. She lowered her head and looked, and with the place where she was standing as the center of the circle, about 3 steps away, there was a circle composed of black halos surrounding her.
Mo Xiaoyao tried to move around, but she didn't encounter any obstacles in the circle, but she couldn't step out of the black circle that was only higher than her feet.
This made Mo Xiaoyao feel a little uneasy, she changed the direction and tried a few more times, and finally confirmed the setting that she couldn't go out in frustration.
Forget it, if she comes, she will be safe, and she can't be trapped in the circle for a lifetime. Thinking of this, Mo Xiaoyao began to look around again.
The ground is light orange, visually flat and firm enough. There are seven solid white lines extending from near to far on the ground, dividing the entire road into eight equal parts, which looks similar to a racing track.
About 20 meters to the right of Mo Xiaoyao, there is a thick white line horizontally. At the inner end of the line, 8 Arabic numerals 1-8 are written on each narrow road from left to right.
Must be some kind of track.
Mo Xiaoyao guessed, then looked to his left hand side, and saw many people standing in place and looking around, their feet were the same as his own, with a black halo circle, restricting their activities scope.
Among those people, some were alone like myself, and there were also two or three companions. The most exaggerated thing was that there were eight people standing side by side in a circle, but the circle did not expand, and they could only squeeze together in embarrassment. Together, there are two who seem a little shy, embarrassed to touch others, but unable to retract to their side, so they have to stretch out their tied hands into the air.
It looked ridiculous, but Mo Xiaoyao was not in the mood to laugh, she turned her head and looked away before those people noticed her gaze. There was so much to observe here that there was no need to waste looking at creatures she was too familiar with.
Even if it was her compatriots.
But the earth is blown up, compatriots and so on, in theory, don't they exist
Shaking her head slightly, Mo Xiaoyao drove this strange thought out of her mind, just like she often raises her hand to drive away uninvited flies in summer, very naturally.
She stood there for about 5 minutes, right? Or 10 minutes or more. The phone in my pocket didn't turn on no matter how I pressed it, I don't know if it was out of battery or was disturbed by some weird magnetic field.
The small lady's mechanical watch on the wrist is still turning, but only the second hand. The minute and hour hands seem to be rusted on the dial. No matter how many times the second hand turns, they are still motionless.
"My watch may be the 'March Rabbit' brand." Mo Xiaoyao muttered and sighed, she suddenly felt tired from standing. The pair of high heels under her feet are almost the same as flat heels in the eyes of all the female colleagues, but for Mo Xiaoyao, they are already her limit.
Squatting down without any image, Mo Xiaoyao rubbed his calf and glanced at the road again, and found that there was nothing to see, so he kept the squatting posture and turned his body in another direction.
That is the direction of the fog on both sides of the road.
It was a kind of mist that was disturbing to look at, a bit like the haze that is a specialty of winter in the north, but it was much thicker than that, and even light could not penetrate it.
The black circle under the feet not only restricted the range of people's movement, but also cut off all the sounds except the circle. Mo Xiaoyao stood up slowly, and took two steps towards the mist. The high heels under his feet stepped on the road of unknown material. With a crisp "click" sound.
In the impenetrable fog, in the silent surroundings, the sound of Mo Xiaoyao swallowing saliva was clearly discernible. She stared at the mist for a long time, fascinated as if being sucked in, she knew she shouldn't continue watching, but she couldn't move her eyes.
It's like that kind of morbid picture, I know that I shouldn't continue to look at it, but my eyes can't miss it no matter what.
Horror obsession.
What saved Mo Xiaoyao's spirit was a piercing sound of the whistle, and she immediately turned back to her body, breathing heavily, feeling terrified of her loss of control just now, and decided never to look at the mist again.
"Welcome all the racers to arrive at the fog track, the exciting round-the-island rally is about to begin!"
After the sound of the flute, a mechanical voice narrated what should have been an enthusiastic opening remark in an unwavering tone.
Mo Xiaoyao stood up straight and listened intently to the voice from somewhere in the air. There were also a few other people in the black circle who moved like her. More often, they looked around in panic, or kept opening and closing their mouths. If someone could read lips, they could see that they were begging, questioning and swearing meaninglessly.
The mechanical voice obviously couldn't hear this, or it didn't care if it heard it, because it almost immediately began to tell the next paragraph.
Scanning the situation in other circles, Mo Xiaoyao suddenly rejoiced that the black circle was soundproof, otherwise she might miss important instructions because of the noise around her.
"All racers, please board your cars as soon as possible and stand by at the starting line. The race will officially start in 3 minutes."
"The first three racers who reach the finish line will win the championship award!"
"The contestants in the 4th to 10th groups will receive the finalist award!"
"The contestants in the 11th-20th group will receive consolation prizes!"
"Competitors after the 20th group will be completely obliterated!"
"The 3-minute countdown has begun. Please come on, racers, and try to move forward!"
"drop--"
After the whistle sounded, Mo Xiaoyao's vision blurred, and many kinds of strange-looking things scattered and appeared within the starting line at the same time. At the same time, she found that the black circle of light under her feet was gone, and immediately tried to take a step, and ran to the refreshment item closest to her position.
Mo Xiaoyao, who has read too many similar novels, dare not hesitate at all. The earth is blown up, what else is impossible? Anyway, Mo Xiaoyao felt that she was quite life-saving. Even if the livable home planet was gone, if she could find another place to stay, she wouldn't mind renting a house from an intermediary.
Mo Xiaoyao thought very clearly that there are two main rules for this competition, one is to grab the so-called "car", and the other is to reach the finish line as soon as possible - at least within the top 20, otherwise the competition will be meaningless.
And when she was bored before, she calculated that the number of people in the aperture was far more than 20, about 200 or so. And the number of cars on the field is about 20.
Even if some are obviously wide enough to accommodate 5 or 6 people, it is impossible for 200 people to squeeze in.
Considering the consequence that she might not get anything if she seeks far away, Mo Xiaoyao tried her best to rush to the one closest to her, whatever it was, and got in the car first, at least half of her safety was guaranteed.
So, when she broke her heel as a price and jumped into the car, she was relieved.
Then, she realized that what she had in front of her was not a steering wheel, but a drum kit, bass, guitar, keyboard, and... a microphone.
Mo Xiaoyao: exm? Is it too late to go down and re-election now