Harry was awakened by his 7:40 am alarm clock.
Just waking up, he felt a little confused, his head throbbing. He reached for his phone on the bedside table, turned off the alarm, and felt a little uncomfortable. He needed to use the bathroom.
"I drank too much again last night. I really can't do this anymore."
Harry felt dry and uncomfortable, as if his throat was on fire.
Last night, he was entertaining an important client, and in order to close the deal, they had dinner, went to KTV, and drank three rounds of alcohol. Although he had a good drinking capacity, he couldn't resist it.
He drank and secretly went to the bathroom to vomit, then came back to continue drinking. He continued to drink and vomit until he was completely drunk and couldn't even remember how he got home.
"Ah, I had another blackout from drinking." Harry felt a headache coming on and sighed. The feeling of struggling alone in a foreign land was not easy.
He sat up in bed and realized his slippers were wet.
"Hmm? Why is the floor so damp?" Harry was suddenly more awake and stood up.
Did he accidentally leave a tap running last night when he was drunk, causing the floor to flood?
Seeing the dampness everywhere on the floor, Harry quickly checked the kitchen and bathroom, but confirmed that there was no leak.
"Weird, I didn't see any water leaks anywhere. How could the floor be so damp, as if it had been flooded? Could it be that a water pipe somewhere is broken? But I'm on the top floor, it's impossible for water to leak from upstairs, right? It's really troublesome. Should I find a plumber to take a look or contact the landlord directly? Forget it, I'll think about it when I come back from work."
Harry shook his head, feeling a little overwhelmed. He was someone who hated trouble.
This was the house he rented, and this building had thirty floors. He rented a room on the top floor.
Looking at the time, it was almost 7:50 am, and he had to be at work at 8:30 am. It would take about twenty minutes by bus from here to his company.
He couldn't waste any more time and hurried to brush his teeth and wash his face.
Because he slept late last night, his eyes were still a little swollen. While washing his face, he used a towel to cover his eyes for about ten seconds, then took it off. This made him feel more comfortable and a little more alert.
Taking off the towel, he turned his head and saw that the bathroom window covered with opaque glass film was slightly ajar. He pushed open the window, revealing a view that made his pupils dilate.
"This...this is..."
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Harry's heart skipped a beat and he quickly leaned out of the window, looking at the water surface outside. He took a deep breath.
Looking out of the window, all he could see was a shimmering water surface, with no towering buildings, roads, or cars in sight.
"How is this possible?"
Harry couldn't help but exclaim, his heart pounding, and immediately closed his eyes, trembling all over.
"I must have had an illusion because I covered my eyes with a towel for too long just now." Harry thought silently in his heart, rubbing his eyes again. Later, he opened his eyes again.
Outside the window, the water surface was still there, and he even saw a blue plastic slipper floating not far away on the water surface.
With a bang, this time Harry closed the window tightly, and a chill swept over him. He rushed out of the bathroom, and because he rushed too fast, his toes hit the door frame on one side, causing cold sweat to break out on his forehead.
But he didn't have time to check if his toes were injured. Harry limped to the balcony, pulled open the curtains, and then stood at the edge of the balcony, stiff with fear, his heart pounding, his hands trembling.
Through the windows of the balcony, Harry finally saw everything clearly.
The city he saw was completely submerged by water, and the city had become a vast and boundless expanse of water.
On the water surface, only a few scattered buildings could be seen.
All the buildings that emerged from the water were over thirty stories high. Those below thirty stories were all submerged by water.
The building Harry lived in was exactly thirty stories high, and only the top floor where he lived was above the water surface. From the twenty-ninth floor down, everything was submerged.
"This is impossible...I must be dreaming!"
Although Harry was already twenty-seven years old and had experienced two years of social experience, he was still full of fear at the moment. He couldn't accept everything he saw with his own eyes. He pinched his left arm hard.
He pinched hard, and a large bruise immediately appeared on his arm, which made him gasp in pain.
This intense pain and the reality in front of him made him realize that everything he saw was definitely not a dream and could not be an illusion.
His confused brain slowly calmed down, and he looked down at the damp floor.
Could this be the real reason for the damp floor?
After he got drunk and fell asleep last night, did this city really suddenly flood?
However, if such a huge flood really happened, why was there no sound or movement at all? Or did he sleep too deeply and not hear anything?
Soon, Harry thought of something, opened the door, and came to the corridor, busy knocking on the door of the neighboring residents.
Except for him, there were two other families living in this building. Harry didn't know them well, but he knew that a stylish young girl lived next door. She had just moved in not long ago, for about two or three months.
Because they had similar working hours, they had met each other many times, but they had never spoken.
Most of the time, he saw her coming and going alone, occasionally he saw her bringing a boy home, but he had only seen her three times, and each time she brought a different boy.
"Hey, is anyone home?"
Harry didn't care about politeness, and knocked on the door loudly, but no one responded.
Seeing no response, Harry rushed to the door of another resident.
He remembered that a young couple lived here, and they had a very noisy Chihuahua.
As he was about to knock on the door, he suddenly realized that the door was not closed, but slightly ajar.
"Is anyone home?" Harry paused for a few seconds and saw no response, so he pushed the door open.
The door was pushed open, and he saw the messy living room. There were two pairs of shoes next to the shoe cabinet at the door.
One pair was men's leather shoes, and the other pair was women's high heels. One of the leather shoes was overturned, with the sole facing up.
The trash can on one side fell to the ground, and the garbage inside spilled out.
On the dining table, there were two circular plastic boxes commonly used for takeout, one of which was filled with soup, and the other spilled on the table, with soup noodles splattered all over it, but the soup had solidified on the table.