"It's Herzog......"

As night approached, Mercer was looking down on the outer wall of the church. After moving around the harbor every night, he has become more and more comfortable with the use of the black light virus, and now he can fix himself parallel to the wall without even moving his hands, just with the tentacles protruding from his feet and shoulder blades behind his back.

Immediately after that chaotic night, Herzog's elaborate plan for the [death of the swan] began to be implemented. Under the old conspirator's operation, the alarm for that day was lifted as a false alarm - but the blockade of imports and exits remained. Then he spread the news that the Lenin was coming, that the δ project was coming to an end, and that everyone would soon be able to return to warm Moscow, and that soldiers would be promoted, nurses would have extra allowances, and children would be able to go to the universities......

It's like a demon throwing a bait, and the ignorant and short-sighted humans have taken the bait.

Nurses no longer have to be practical from time to time, and they are more lax in their daily examinations, drinking and playing cards all night long; The soldiers relaxed their patrols and stood guards, chatting with each other in twos and threes, fantasizing about walking down the bustling streets with their heads held high after they had attained a higher rank, and the beautiful girls secretly watched them with their favorite eyes.

Sometimes when they drank high, they also sang "Katyusha" loudly together. The doctor didn't stop when he saw this, but laughed and chatted with them, and even took out some instruments to make an accompaniment.

The children were the happiest of them all. Without the painful and annoying reality, you will not be forced to control by the terrifying sound of bangzi from time to time, nor will you always have to be locked in a lifeless room; The average daily release time has changed from half an hour or an hour to a whole noon or even afternoon because the nurses are too lazy to take care of it. For them, it is paradise to be able to lie on the lawn for an afternoon in the sun, chat with good friends for a long time, and have a lot of contact with the girls and boys they like.

Especially when everyone fantasizes about a rich and beautiful life in the big city after they go back, the happiness and smiles on their faces are simply like spring flowers.

"This kind of operation and manipulation method is indeed worth learning."

Looking at the festive crowd below, Mercer gave an evaluation without being salty.

However, a qiē is always the same as it has been said before - there will be no flowers in Black Swan Harbor, and there will be no flowers. The rest of the flowers could not survive, and the only thing left was the withered Arctic poppy, waiting to come back to life in the snow and ice.

The rest, presumably, can only be accompanied by ice and snow, and in the end they will either die quietly or be frozen in their beauty before death.

These people were so happy just because of an almost unfounded news and the increased distribution of tobacco, alcohol, meat, and other materials in stock. And the real insiders are all standing behind the scenes, with the same and playful smiles, watching this different kind of comedy. They are directors, so they know that this qiē is all a foreshadowing for the final abrupt tragedy and ruin.

"Beautiful bubble ~ although a moment of fireworks ~ all your promises ~ although they are too fragile ~" At this scene, Mercer couldn't help but think of a popular song "Bubble" in later generations, and hummed softly - but there was no wave in his heart about the coming cruel ending.

Because he knows deep enough that man is selfish, and he is selfish - especially when he is no longer human. What about the death of some irrelevant person in order to achieve his purpose?

Herzog can smile and plan to kill these people, devour and suck their value to strengthen himself, insidious, cunning, and think in the rules and ways of borrowing dragons; Bondarev can plot farther, towards the throne of the world, more cunning than anyone else, with the help of a qiē power and momentum, a true dragon of thought, and whoever stands in his way will be torn to pieces.

As a result, they don't care about the sacrifices of others.

The Black Light Virus is a highly camouflaged, malleable, and aggressive virus that is the true king of the game – and perhaps even in a world that is the same as the masochistic archetype. The prototype formed by its union with humans has infinite possibilities and great power, and humans are seen by them as nothing more than a mustard or a walking medical kit.

Lonely, bloodthirsty, powerful, chaotic and even crazy, running and gliding through the jungle of concrete and steel, fighting in the quagmire of artillery fire and mutation and blood, standing on the darkest and most dangerous front line. The so-called morality, beauty, bottom line, and rules of human beings are all hammered and torn apart, and the worship of the original body also dominates the most powerful force.

So Mercer shouldn't and won't care about sacrificing just a few humans.

"Now, then, I should also go and greet Mr. Zero and see how he's going."

Mercer leaped forward expertly, his forehead and hem blown away by the wind caused by the rapid descent, and a smile called Joy ♂ hung on his undisguised and delicate face. And then......

"Oh, I'll go...... The buffered virus didn't condense well and almost flashed back...... Pain and pain......"

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Christmas is getting closer.

Renata stood on tiptoe and looked out through the window of the iron door; The corridors are partly decorated with some small gold decorations, which seem to have a festive atmosphere; A few nurses who walked behind staggered upstairs - to sleep? Or continue to fight all night to play cards? None of this matters to Renata.

Normally after 12:00 she can go out for a little swing, but during this time the nurses are relaxed, so it is no problem for her to play outside for a few hours at 12:00.

In particular, today is the night of the full moon that she is most looking forward to.

Speaking of the night of the full moon, she couldn't help but think of the last time she knew ......

What should I say? Zero in Room Zero?

Renata couldn't help but laugh, remembering his pitiful, cunning eyes like a little seal, always trying to please her, and the conversation that night.

In this way, I can be considered to have friends, right?

She tightened the bear Zorro in her arms, and then stared at the moonlight outside the window a little blankly, and there was always a sense of unreality in her heart - friend, is this what you have? Lonely for too long, and having learned and accustomed to living in lies and disguises, Renata has no friends among the children she has lived with for a long time - but friends just appear so suddenly?

Then she remembered what Zero had told her to do, and she had done it well, so she felt a little more at ease.

Those who help each other must be friends; He and she also made an appointment to escape from Black Swan Harbor together!

But Zero says there's a companion...... Who could it be? ’

Renata's little heart pounded with excitement about the escape plan that would be carried out later, fantasizing about the world outside Black Swan Harbor; At the same time, I am looking forward to what the new companion will be like. For a while, my thoughts were entangled, and my grasp of time was blurred.

'I'm looking forward to it...... 12:00 Come on......'

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