We Live In Nanjing

  Chapter 88 Middle-aged Man’s Doomsday Plan

  The next day.

Bai Yang got up to eat breakfast, and caught a glimpse of canned tempeh and canned merlin luncheon meat on the table. They were both bought by Dad. Although Dad was confident and vowed to give him a ticket and said that professional power would intervene, the problem will definitely be solved, think about it. Well, how about a country of 1.4 billion people, and a world of 7 billion people, can you really sit and watch the sky fall? The power of all mankind is twisted into a rope, even if an asteroid is about to hit the earth, it can be lifted back-the old man said so, but he secretly bought cans everywhere, and carried them in boxes. When I came back, I gave Bai Yang and his mother a taste. The three of them ate the canned food for a week, and Bai Yang was sick with the smell of the can now.

In addition to canned food, Dad also bought bows and arrows, daggers, electric shocks, helmets, soft body armor and ceramic bulletproof **** on Taobao. He bought it back and used a hammer and chisel to smash it. If he didn’t know, he thought he was going to change careers. Become a blogger of military assessment.

  Mom said that if you want to be so confident, can you stop saying one thing and do another thing? You make noise every night, and your neighbors will complain sooner or later.

  Daddy plausibly said, how do I say one thing and do another thing? As a middle-aged man whose desires have declined in all respects, can't I have a little extra hobby? Have you seen those guys? The model of that wall, it's normal for me to play a little knife and dagger! After speaking, he turned around and called the worker's master and quietly told the wall to be thickened with steel plates.

Uncle Wang was really looking at the house in Lulou Town. The old houses in the country were worthless. Old Wang was generous. He and his father secretly planned to get through the basement. Once the design drawings were expanded, they were bigger than the coffee table, reversing the future and saving the world. The headquarters of the zombies came back to life. The two middle-aged and second-old men marked material storage, fresh water storage, weapons storage, underground garage, and a serious headquarters. Looking at their posture, it does not seem to be a doomsday refuge. So, it is building the last secret base of the human resistance army.

  This is the doomsday survival plan for middle-aged people.

  As usual, Zhao Bowen had no news, and all external communications were cut off. He didn’t know which laboratory he was staying in at the moment. He was fully guarded. The outdoor was armed with armed police and guarded them at all levels. According to the plot routines of so many science fiction disaster films that Bai Yang has seen, the protagonist who survives to the end must have a group of small characters, there must be a scientist, he does not know whether he is that small character, but Zhao Bowen is very likely to be that scientist.

  Baiyang still goes to school as usual. He feels that the place with the strongest apocalyptic atmosphere in the world is his own living room. It is still sunny when he opens the door and goes out. The young mother pushes the baby stroller to bask in the community.

On the weekend, He Leqin asked Baiyang to play video games. The two of them have no sense of urgency that the college entrance examination is approaching. The former is rich in the family, and the latter is absent-minded. Although Shao can't read books, he is a good player in playing games. This guy has followed his father in the arcade hall since he was a child (Papa He is also a legend in the Nanjing arcade circle). The joystick is longer than the pen, and he claims to be Nanjing Zero Zero The first master of the queen, the king of fighters 97 and 98, where he sits in the arcade hall is the throne, unshakable.

  So He Leqin took Bai Yang to fight the King of Fighters together, bloodbath in the round, and revenge for "Civilization".

   Bai Yang rolled his eyes and asked how many people of our age still beat the King of Fighters?

  He Leqin said that we are the last banner of the King of Fighters after Zero Zero!

  Anyway, the game currency is requested by He Dashao. Bai Yang has the right to treat him as Kuo Shao to accompany him. He squeezed his throat and told He Leqin that the eldest and youngest of you are invited to accompany him. There is also bed service at night. Do you need it? As long as the price is increased by one thousand and five, you can mention whatever is required.

  He Leqin said, "Kan", "Kan".

  After six o'clock in the afternoon, the two came out of the video game city and left the noisy and chaotic environment. Bai Yang's ears were immediately cleared, and he stood on the steps and took a deep breath.

  "Little White Sheep! Let's go!" He Leqin walked far forward and turned around and called him, "Find a place to eat."

It was dark early in December, and the street lights turned on very early. With two hands in his pockets, Bai Yang was walking behind He Leqin’s buttocks, and suddenly asked: "Young Master, if you knew that you were going to die in five years. Now, what would you do?"

   "Retaliation to society." He Leqin said, "Make a big news, for example, blow up the White House."

   "Be serious."

"Be more serious, don't curse me." He Leqin said, "Your brother, I have three meals a day, two bowls of rice, milk in the evening, and exercise on weekends. Why are you going to die in five years? Ever? Old Ho, Old Ho, eat an old sow without hiccups—"

   "No kidding, if the plan to save the world fails, everyone will be finished in five years." Bai Yang stood in the shadow under the tree, He Leqin couldn't see his expression, and was uncertain how to reply.

  "White Poplar——"

   "Get ready early." Bai Yang interrupted him, "No kidding, He Dashao, you have money at home, you can run far, find a safe place to hide."

  He Leqin was a little surprised, this sentence without beginning and end, let him find a place to hide, where to hide it?

   "Hidden? How to hide?" He Leqin asked, "Where to hide? Is there a major earthquake or a major flood?"

   "They have a high probability of coming down from the sky." Bai Yang said, "So you should hide in the ground, the deeper the better. There are many tunnels in the southwest mountainous areas of Guangxi, Guizhou, and there should be good hiding places."

  "They? Aliens?"

  White Yang nodded.

   "This...little Aries, are you under a bit of pressure recently?" He Leqin leaned in and waved his hand in front of Bai Yang, "Why are you so mad?"

"you do not believe me?"

   "Believe, believe!" He Leqin said, "Have you seen "2012"? It's really the end of the world. I let Dad spend his wallet on a plane, get you on board, and fly to the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau together."

He Leqin guessed that Little White Sheep must be due to the college entrance examination and too much mental stress. He knew that Bai Yang’s mother had high hopes for her son. The third is that they are born with good minds, and the fourth parents are forced to run-the pressure exerted by the parents may not be effective. China Southern Airlines does not mean that it can pass the exam. It has a good goal and a high score, but the score is the fate. , So how many scores can be tested depends on fate-this is what Dashao He knows about the college entrance examination. He feels that his assessment of himself is not as accurate as the fortune-telling stalls on the street. After all, he did the questions by throwing dice. , Little White Sheep must have had delusions under the pressure of the college entrance examination.

  Because the college entrance examination can't pass the China Southern Airlines Nanli, so the little white sheep is in the delusion that the world is about to be destroyed.

  "Walk around, let's eat!" He Leqin pulled Bai Yang into the alley, "the only food in this world can not be disappointed!"

  The two found a street restaurant, and Bai Yang was full of food and drink, really not delusional.

  It seems that eating and drinking can solve the problem.

  At eight o'clock in the evening, Bai Yang ate so dizzy, all the blood supply to his brain was snatched away by the peristaltic intestines, he walked upstairs to go home vainly, and took out the key to open the door.

   With a "click", the light in the living room shot out from the crack in the door and fell on Bai Yang's face.

  At that moment, he thought he had taken the wrong door.

   Bai Yang tilted his head and glanced at the house number, and he was right.

  The living room was actually full of people again. Bai Yang saw the tortoiseshell glasses on the face of the man sitting on the sofa, and he immediately became sober.

  The brain whale sucked all the blood from the stomach and intestines to the head, making his face flush.

   "Zhao... Zhao..."

  White Yang was dumbfounded.

   "Yang Yang." Zhao Bowen gave a wry smile and spread his hands at him, "I'm so sorry, we are back again."

  (End of this chapter)