[BL, MTL] I'm Not Shouldering This Blame

Chapter 2: The Beginning

It was pitch black outside the window, in fact it wouldn't light up.

Time stood still, as the clock suggests, and entire neighborhoods, entire cities, and possibly entire worlds disappeared. Dawn can't replace night, and nightmares don't end.

Jian Hua lowered her eyes slowly, and her posture of sitting with her back against the wall was motionless.

This is the most energy-saving way, and home is the most familiar and reassuring environment for him.

Two days and two nights have passed since the elevator incident in the cinema - this is estimated by Jian Hua according to the rate of his physical loss, and he returned home that night to find an even more terrible bad news. Because of the quitting reaction, Jian Hua felt hungry in the studio, and although what happened was weird, he always had to fill his stomach and think about a way. As a result, the pot placed on the stove could not boil the water, and switching to a rice cooker did not help.

If you can't cook food, eat it raw. Half a pack of biscuits, a piece of instant noodle bread crushed and swallowed, the hunger was still burning, as if I had never eaten anything.

I can't communicate with the outside world, I can't find people, I can't feed my hunger.

It's like being abandoned by the whole world.

Jian Hua was thirsty at the moment, his consciousness was already a little blurred, in the past dozens of hours, he rushed out of the house and drove to other places to find food and water, and returned to the mall, just happened to see the little couple eating frantically, throwing wrappers and empty bottles around them, but still not enough to cry out hungry.

This weird and terrifying scene made Jian Hua feel cold.

He gave up looking for food and drove straight to the Linjiang Bridge, which ended in a highway toll booth from where he could leave the city.

In the dark night, the lights of the toll station were on, there was no movement on the bridge deck, the cold wind was blowing, Jian Hua opened the car door and looked down at the rushing river from the side of the bridge.

He didn't want to commit suicide, Jian Hua was a person who would not take the initiative to give up his life at any time, but the current predicament made him feel at a loss.

In the end, Jian Hua returned home.

Sit down against the wall, motionless, reduce the consumption of physical energy, and suppress your hunger with absolute perseverance. When I am thirsty, I can't wait to turn on the tap and pour it down my throat.

He had seen the little couple overeat, their eyes twisted and frenzied despair. Jian Hua didn't want to be like that, it was useless to eat, and once she started eating, it was difficult to control her survival instinct to continue eating.

The chaotic and fuzzy brain is still thinking about this change.

Jian Hua vaguely felt that herself—or rather, the elevator had fallen into a time rift.

Time rift is Jian Hua's random name, and he can't tell what the specific concept is, he just feels that the dead things in the world have stopped at this second, and the living things have disappeared without a trace, and the people in the elevator have become an exception. They can change dead things (move or damage things), but dead things can't change living things (eating and drinking).

Jian Hua was so hungry that he didn't have any strength at all, and his excessive thirst made him have a double image in front of his eyes.

Unconscious, he began to be unable to stay awake, and in such a half-asleep, half-dazed and painful snooze, a subtle voice came into Jian Hua's paste-like brain.