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This was Lin Yue's first feeling when he regained consciousness.It's not that a certain muscle or bone is hurting, but that the entire body seems to have been torn apart and put back together again, and every nerve ending is transmitting the same signal to the brain - damage.

But that's not right.

He is already dead.

He remembered the moment when the grenade exploded in the wound of the corpse king's leg.The orange-red fire engulfed everything. He remembered all the stinging pain from the bone blade piercing through his right shoulder, the coldness of his abdomen being cut open, and the unstoppable feeling of blood flowing out of his body.He even remembered the last scene he saw before his consciousness dissipated - the dark red light eye of the Corpse King was shattered in the explosion, like a piece of smashed charcoal.

Then comes the darkness.

But now he felt pain.And light.

Through his closed eyelids, something was piercing his eyes.It's not an explosion of fire, but a steady, continuous light that shines from a certain location in the upper left corner.He was too familiar with this light.This is the angle at which the sun hits the desk.In the fifth year of the end of the world, he used this angle to judge his position and time on countless mornings.

Lin Yue opened his eyes suddenly.

White ceiling.One of the fluorescent tubes was flickering.The air conditioner vents were buzzing, and cold air was blowing on him.He was lying on his desk, holding his cell phone in his right hand and holding a pen in his left hand. There was an unfinished building materials quotation spread out in front of him.

His left hand.

Lin Yue raised his left hand to his eyes.The five fingers were intact, with a little blue ink on the knuckles. The nails were neatly trimmed, with no blood or scars. There were no calluses on the tiger's mouth. There was no deformed scar on the second joint of the index finger, where half of the finger had been bitten off and grown back.He turned his hand over, palm facing up - three clear palm prints, so clean that they looked fake.

Then he looked down at himself.A light blue shirt with one button unbuttoned at the collar and a work badge hanging on the chest.No blood.No wounds.The right hand is pressed on the abdomen. Through the cloth, the abdominal muscles are intact and the skin is smooth. There is no hole the size of a teacup mouth left after the licker's tongue penetrated it.

The heartbeat starts to speed up.

Lin Yue sat upright suddenly. His movement was so violent that he pushed the chair back half a meter, and the chair legs made a harsh sound on the tiled floor.Someone in the office looked back at him and then back again.The keyboard was clicking, someone was on the phone, and someone was walking to the tea room with a thermos cup.The air smelled of instant coffee and printer's ink.

This is the company.

He worked in this company for three years, and it was the building materials sales company that was destroyed by zombies after the apocalypse broke out.

Lin Yue grabbed the mobile phone on the table.The screen lights up, and the time is displayed on the lock screen——

Friday, September 12, 2025, 14:37.

He stared at the line of numbers for ten seconds.

Then unlock the phone, divorce lawsuit and high temperature warning in a certain place, none of them are related to the virus.He quit the news and it was all local news about pet dogs hurting people.

No.None.

The end of the world didn’t happen.It hasn't happened yet.

Lin Yue's hand holding the phone began to tremble.It wasn't a tremor of fear, it was something more complex that had been pressed into his bones for five years.He put the phone on the table, clasped his fingers together until his knuckles turned white, and then slowly, bit by bit, pushed the surging emotions back into the deepest part of his chest.

Not yet.

It’s not time to get emotional yet.

He stood up.The legs are also a little weak, but it has nothing to do with emotions. It's because this body hasn't experienced a real battle for too long.This is the body of an ordinary person who is twenty-six years old, has not been injured, has not crawled five hundred meters in the ruins, and has not carried a hundred kilograms of supplies through a group of corpses.So fragile that it made him want to laugh.

The door of the office was pushed open, and colleague Lao Zhou leaned half in: "Lin Yue, can't the meeting be held at three o'clock in the afternoon? Party A has called twice to remind us."

Lin Yue turned his head.

Lao Zhou took half a step back.

He later told others that when Lin Yue turned around, the hairs on his back stood up.That was not the look in Lin Yue's eyes that he had known for three years.Lin Yue smiles all day long, has a good temper, can chat with anyone, has gentle eyes, and has the unique casualness of a young man who has just graduated a few years ago.But this man—the man standing in front of the desk—his eyes were like an old knife that had been used for a long time. The blade was full of tiny chips, and each chip was embedded with unwiped blood.

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