"2019?"

When Banxia heard about this year, her first reaction was that her brain was spinning.

Either he has a bad brain, or he has a bad brain. Anyway, one of the two people must have a bad brain.

When is 2019?

Ban Xia counted on her fingers. She is 19 years old this year. She was not born in 2019. At that time, there was only one moon in the sky, right? Xuanwu Bay was still just a lake, Zijin Mountain was just a mountain, and the world was still bustling with people coming and going.

It sounds like it was from the last century.

People cannot be resurrected after death, and the same goes for cities after death. A great civilization that was born for thousands of years is destroyed, just like a castle made of sand. It can never be restored after it collapses.

In those years, Banxia was too young to understand the teacher's pain. The teacher always touched the reinforced concrete building with only its skeleton left on the roadside and said to her, can you imagine? We used to have powerful machinery to build such a

The speed of the tall buildings was so fast that it could be seen with the naked eye, and she often shed tears while talking.

Probably people from the old era - teachers are people from the old era, and they will always have this kind of sigh.

People are always reluctant to let go of the old things they grew up with.

Banxia thought so.

But Banxia is not from the old era. Although she was born at the end of the old era, she grew up in the post-apocalyptic era. She has only vague memories of that glorious city. She is accustomed to the corpses of human civilization.

, this 6,000-square-kilometer corpse is lying quietly on the ground, turning into pale skeletons over the long years.

Nanjing is slowly sinking into the ground. It is gradually returning to the embrace of nature. On a larger time scale, the hard land is actually soft and flowing. It covers and wraps up the uninhabited Nanjing, bringing it back bit by bit.

The earth is pulled underground. If someone can advance the flow of time ten times faster, then the process of the city being swallowed up can be seen with the naked eye. The teacher once said that some ancient cities have underground layers one above the other, one city after another.

The new city was built on top of the old city.

If you have a long knife and cut them lengthwise, you can see the shale-like fossils of civilization.

The earth is faithfully recording history.

A thousand years from now, Nanjing will be completely buried. Not only Nanjing, but all cities in the world will be buried. At that time, the earth will return to a look that humans have never seen before, with animals running and jumping in the grass and forests.

, they will never know that a dozen meters below their feet, sleeps a once glorious city.

The teacher shed tears for this, probably because he was sad that from now on until the end of the universe, no one will be able to remember the existence of human beings.

What kind of desolation would that be?

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"In 2040, I will be the only one left in the world."

Bai Yang was surprised by these words.

Even if it's nonsense, it's scary enough.

This year is 2019, and it is only twenty years away from 2040. In twenty years, there will be only one person left in the world?

Obviously, I am just eighteen years old. According to the normal life expectancy in the 21st century, I will definitely live twenty years later without any pressure. Including my parents, teachers and classmates in Brother He Da Shaoyan's school, they will live.

Twenty years later there will be no problem - what about the people? Where have all the people gone?

No matter how big the natural disaster is, even if there is a nuclear war, it won't kill all mankind in twenty years, right?

"BG4MSR, this is BG4MXH. Stop joking. Don't make it up. I don't blame you for not coming last time...or maybe you did come, but we didn't meet each other. I don't know where it came from.

I don’t want to pursue the problem anymore. It’s time for me to rest. I wish you a good dream tonight, 73, OVER.”

As soon as she heard that the other party was about to end the call, the girl immediately became anxious.

"BG4MXH! BG4MXH! This is BG4MSR, I can prove that I am in 2040! I can prove that I am in 2040! Don't leave yet! OVER!"

There was silence in the channel for a long time, and Bai Yang's voice sounded again, making Banxia breathe a sigh of relief.

"BG4MSR, what did you just say? Can you prove that you are in 2040? OVER."

"BG4MXH, yes, yes, I can prove it to you! OVER."

"BG4MSR, how do you prove it? OVER."

Bai Yang was also curious. Hearing what the other party said, he was not in a hurry to go to bed and rest. Could he really tell him the winning lottery numbers or the answers to the college entrance examination?

Can the other party really provide proof for such obvious nonsense?

Then Maxwell and Einstein would be so angry that they would crawl out of the coffin.

"BG4MXH, I'm going to find proof for you right now! Just wait for me, be sure to wait for me! OVER."

Banxia put down her hands and took off her headphones, sat on the chair and looked around, her eyes sweeping over the desk, the bookshelf, and all the furnishings in the room.

She got up and rummaged around the room, scratching her head anxiously.

What on earth could prove what she said?

Is there anything that can prove that she lives in 2040?

Banxia unexpectedly found herself helpless. Every stone and every particle of dust in this world was undoubtedly in 2040, but Banxia could not prove this to the person on the other end of the radio wave. She had no physical evidence in her hand.

There are no witnesses, and the radio station does not have a camera or monitor, so it cannot transmit images, not even photos.

How can you make the other person believe in you?

It would be nice to have an old newspaper from more than ten years ago, but she didn't even have an old newspaper in her hand.

What to do about this?

What to do? What to do, what to do, what to do, what to do?

Banxia sat back on the chair and put on the headphones. Bai Yang opposite was already talking:

"BG4MSR, this is BG4MXH, have you found any evidence? OVER."

"BG4MXH, this is BG4MSR, I...I..."

Banxia held her hands for a long time, but didn't know what to say.

Letting go of the microphone, Bai Yang's voice sounded in the headphones.

"BG4MSR, you can't find any evidence, right? OVER."

Bai Yangxin said why is it so? Why do you insist that you are in 2040? Why do you have to find evidence for such a lie that can't even be fooled by a three-year-old child?

This girl's behavior and thinking are quite strange, and a bit scary if you think about it carefully.

Isn't it a mental problem?

Have hysteria?

Imagine that you live in a future where all humans are extinct?

Bai Yang knows that there is a group in the world called survival fanatics. They firmly believe that the world will have a catastrophe sooner or later, so in order to cope with a large disaster or the end of the world, they like to hoard a large amount of food and equipment at home to prepare for emergencies. They are a group of serious hamster gangs.

and shelter enthusiasts, could this girl be a deeply addicted doomsday survival fanatic? She spends her whole day imagining herself living in the apocalypse?

Then she really should see a doctor.

Bai Yang thought to himself that he was really unlucky. He finally contacted other people, but the person he contacted was not normal. He would have to change the channel next time.

14255 will not come again.

"BG4MSR, this is BG4MXH, I'm going offline, 73, OVER."

"I will definitely find the evidence tomorrow!"

"BG4MSR, you said you can find evidence tomorrow? OVER."
Chapter completed!