Living Beyond the Blame Chapter 2

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

Time completely stopped as the clock showed, and the people of the entire community, the entire city, and possibly the entire world disappeared. The dawn could not replace the night, and the nightmare had no end.

Ethan Jian slowly lowered his eyes and sat with his back against the wall, motionless.

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

Two days and two nights had passed since the movie studio elevator incident. This was Ethan Jian's estimate based on the speed at which his physical energy was being lost. When he returned home that night, he found even more terrible news. Because of the reaction of quitting smoking, Ethan Jian felt hungry in the movie studio. Although what happened was strange, he always had to fill his stomach before thinking of a solution. As a result, the pot on the stove would not boil water, and switching to an electric rice cooker did not help.

If I couldn't cook the food, I would just eat it raw. After I crushed and swallowed half a pack of biscuits and a piece of instant noodles, I still felt hungry, as if I hadn't eaten anything.

Unable to communicate with the outside world, unable to find anyone, and unable to fill their stomachs with food.

It feels like being abandoned by the whole world.

Ethan Jian was extremely thirsty at the moment, and his consciousness was a little fuzzy. In the past few dozen hours, he rushed out of the house and drove to other places to find food and water. He also returned to the mall and happened to see the young couple eating frantically, with wrapping paper and empty bottles scattered all over the floor around them, but they still felt hungry and felt that it was not enough.

This strange and terrifying scene made Ethan Jian feel cold in his heart.

He gave up looking for food and drove directly to the Linjiang Bridge. At the end of the bridge was the highway toll station, from where he could leave the city.

The lights at the toll station were on in the dark night, there was no movement on the bridge, and the cold wind was blowing. Ethan Jian opened the car door and looked down at the rushing river from the bridge.

He didn't want to commit suicide. Ethan Jian was a person who would never voluntarily give up his life at any time. It was just that the current predicament made him feel helpless.

In the end, Ethan Jian returned home.

I sat down against the wall, motionless, to reduce my energy consumption, and used my strong willpower to suppress the urge to turn on the tap and pour water down my throat when I was hungry and thirsty.

He had seen the young couple's eyes twisted with crazy despair when they were overeating. Ethan Jian didn't want to become like that. Eating was useless, and once he started eating, it would be difficult to control his survival instinct to continue eating.

My chaotic and fuzzy brain was still thinking about this incident.

Ethan Jian vaguely felt that he - or the elevator - had fallen into a time rift.

Time Rift was a random name Ethan Jian came up with. He couldn't explain the specific concept. He just felt that all the dead things in the world stopped at this second, and the living things disappeared without a trace. The people in the elevator became the exceptions who didn't fit in. They could change dead things (move or damage things), but dead things couldn't change living things (eat or drink water).

Ethan Jian was so hungry that he had no strength at all, and his excessive thirst caused him to see double.

His consciousness became dizzy and he began to lose consciousness. In this half-asleep and painful doze, a subtle voice entered Ethan Jian's confused mind.

"Tick-tock, tick-tock..."

Stable, clear and regular.

Ethan Jian slowly opened his eyes, and after a long while he regained consciousness. His gaze was fixed on the wall clock. The old-fashioned glass face had a white background and black needles, and the seconds were moving one by one.

23:01

The ticking sound of the seconds sounded to Ethan Jian like the first sound of a violin in a concert. In the next few minutes, he heard the night cries of a child next door and the faint voices of people after the game in the community chess and card room ended.

The sound of the drunk man staggering up the stairs on the top floor startled the neighbor's dog who was sleeping lightly.

These ordinary noises now sound like heavenly sounds.

Ethan Jian, who was extremely hungry, subconsciously wanted to stand up, walk over to open the door, or look out the window to confirm that this was not an illusion, but his weak body was completely unable to obey him.

Ethan Jian tried hard for a long time, but not only was there no effect, his consciousness began to dissipate again and he was about to fall into a coma.

no...

In his current condition, it was a question whether he could wake up after being in a coma, and the longer he delayed, the closer he would be to death! He had finally gotten everything back to normal, could he die like this?

Water, he wants water.

It was only a few steps from the living room to the kitchen, but Ethan Jian couldn't get there.

He stretched out his arms in vain, and this action alone took a minute. Ethan Jian's eyes went dark, and he was still staring at the glass jug filled with cold water on the kitchen counter.

"boom."

The glass pot suddenly flew into the air and fell heavily to the ground.

Water flowed all over the floor, fragments splashed everywhere, and Ethan Jian's right hand was also pierced. The pain made him clear his mind, and he stared blankly at the glass pot that had somehow appeared in front of him.

But he didn't have time to think about it, and quickly moved closer to a large piece of curved utensil fragment, lowered his head and carefully licked the remaining water on it with the tip of his tongue.

In Ethan Jian's feeling, the water quickly penetrated and disappeared into the esophagus before entering the stomach. The huge joy made him tremble involuntarily. In that world where time stopped, his throat was still dry and smoking when he drank water, and there was no effect at all.

He took a deep breath, then looked at the debris on the floor suspiciously, and then looked in the direction of the bedroom. There were drinks in Ethan Jian's room, but it was farther away from the living room. Now he tried to catch the feeling just now, and a few seconds later a bottle of mineral water rolled out.

Ethan Jian paused, and the mineral water bottle jumped up again and stood upright.

A moment later, the invisible force that controlled the bottle to roll began to press down on the bottle body and tighten the lid - "Snap!" The bottle cap flew up and hit the wall clock, actually creating a tiny crack on the glass clock face. You can imagine how great the force was.

The mineral water bottle floated up and stopped at Ethan Jian's mouth, tilted at an angle that was convenient for drinking. Ethan Jian drank half of the bottle in one breath before coming to his senses. His mind relaxed and the mineral water bottle immediately fell to the ground.

...

Ethan Jian felt that these three days had used up all his life's surprises.

No matter what, he survived, and he made it to the end of the "nightmare". Ethan Jian dragged his weak body to his feet, found a few chocolates and threw them into the water cup, forcing himself to drink the half-melted sticky liquid.

He looked haggard and pale in the mirror, with dark circles under his eyes.

His clothes were wrinkled and stained with water. Ethan Jian looked extremely disheveled. He probably didn't even need to put on any makeup when he went to the set to play a lovelorn person who committed suicide by jumping into the river.

After hastily treating the wound on his right hand and recovering some strength, Ethan Jian ran some hot water and took a quick bath. Only then did he have the energy to explore the ability that had unexpectedly appeared in him.

The spoon in the coffee cup floated up and swayed as he thought about it.

The broken glass on the floor was also swept to a corner of the living room by Ethan Jian. It looked very much like the telepathic ability in European and American movies of the last century, floating a cup or bending a spoon, etc. It was called a superpower, but in fact it was useless.

As long as it is not a matter of life and death, it is not a big deal to turn around and walk a few steps to get something. For Ethan Jian, this superpower is not as good as letting him learn the Qinggong in martial arts novels, at least the latter can make him less painful when hanging on the wire.

The world suddenly returned to normal, and the strange abilities that followed, left Ethan Jian's tired brain unable to cope.

The TV was turned on, and the screen was filled with melodramatic soap operas, family ethics dramas, and palace intrigue dramas. The evening news had long ended, and it was still the night of the cinema elevator accident. Ethan Jian had a movie ticket in his jeans pocket, and the movie ended at 22:40. The mall was not close to his home, and it would take at least half an hour to drive there. But at 23:01, he was already lying in the living room of his home, almost starving to death and dying of thirst.

Ethan Jian wanted to go to the studio again to check the situation, but his weak body did not allow it. Ethan Jian lay in bed and did not dare to fall asleep. He was terrified to fall into that dark and silent world again.

Every time his eyes closed heavily, Ethan Jian would be awakened by his own will the next second and struggled hard against sleepiness.

In the drowsiness, the night gradually faded away and the sky became slightly brighter.

Ethan Jian was comforted by the morning light. His mind relaxed and he finally fell into a deep sleep until the sun rose high in the sky and the dazzling light shone into the room.

"Boom boom boom!"

There was a loud knock on the door, and Ethan Jian frowned slightly in his sleep.

"Ethan Jian! What are you doing? You didn't answer the phone, and your car is parked downstairs. Where else can you go?"

The earth-shaking roar finally woke up the owner of the house. Ethan Jian opened his eyes and was stunned for half a minute before he remembered what happened yesterday. The knocking on the door continued, like a soul-calling sound.

The person who came was Ethan Jian’s childhood friend, Simon Lu.

Simon Lu gave himself the title of childhood friend. Although they had known each other since childhood, Ethan Jian always subconsciously kept his distance from this guy because Simon Lu liked to talk to himself and had all the bad habits of a rich young master, and Ethan Jian really didn't want to pay attention to him.

"What's the matter?" Ethan Jian opened the door and asked in a hoarse voice.

"What's wrong with your voice? Do you have a cold?" Lu Mi was startled. His eyes suddenly lit up and he kept looking behind Ethan Jian. When he saw that the furniture inside was intact (the glass fragments could not be seen in the corner), he revealed an undisguised disappointment in his eyes.

"I have a bad cold and have been sleeping at home for two days." Ethan Jian said coldly, "Didn't you go abroad?"

"Just got back." Lu Mi was born into a good family, and when he wasn't sick he looked like a nobleman. He lowered his voice and asked, "I heard you offended someone and lost your job? I called you but you didn't answer..."

"Anything? I'm resting. I just took some medicine and I'm so sleepy that I can't open my eyes." Ethan Jian interrupted him and closed the door quickly.

Lu Mi touched his nose, didn't get angry, and turned around to go downstairs.

After carefully looking around Ethan Jian's car parked downstairs, Lu Mi found that the phone had fallen into the box on the front window of the car. He smiled with relief and said to himself, "I was wondering why he didn't answer the phone."

Lu Mi took out his mobile phone and saw the hot topic on Weibo: "Young man and woman found dead at Huanyu Cinema". He clicked on the news and saw that the supermarket on the first floor of the mall had been robbed. Next to the bodies were a large number of missing food wrappers and empty beverage bottles. The mall's night security guard said that he found the dead bodies while patrolling at 11 o'clock last night and they were suspected to have died of starvation.

"It's started." Lu Li turned off his phone in annoyance.