The so-called facilitator must not only take care of the emotions of the survivors, but also make sure to make them believe what they say, and then let them join the Huaxia organization, a standard set of procedures.

The girl in front of her roughly believed it, of course, she was highly educated, and she couldn't easily believe the words of a stranger since she was a child. Although he believed it, he said: "Who knows if you are deceiving people? Huaxia Organization, I don't want to go, I want to stay here and find my parents." She cried a little again, and her eyes were still red. That's true.

"Hey, don't you believe what I said?" Chen said angrily: "Do you think that after last night, this city will be safe? Compared to your current situation, you are already extremely lucky to survive one night, so why bother to send you to death again?"

"I don't care!" the girl said stubbornly, "I want to find my parents, even if they become ghosts, I will find them!" In fact, she didn't dare, but she was a girl who loved to be strong.

"They won't remember you anymore. Ghosts only have simple consciousness in their minds, and in addition to the basic murderous instincts, they have basically lost their memories that belong to people. What if you find your parents? they don't recognize you anymore, and then they'll tear open your skull, eat your brains mercilessly, and turn you into such monsters. Dust put his hands around his shoulders, "Go ahead, go ahead, if you don't believe it, just go and see it, and don't cry at that time." He half-frightened her, but made the girl, who was already emotionally unstable, cry again, and looked at the dust pitifully.

"Alas," Dust sighed, "I know you may not believe it. But here's the truth, and you can't help but believe it. If you believe me, come with me and I'll take you out of here. He held out his hand.

She hesitated, looked at Chen's sincere gaze, her face flashed a hint of blush, closed her eyes, and handed her hand to him.

"Hey," whispered the girl, "it's my first time...... Holding hands with boys, it's cheaper for you......" Chen almost didn't take a bite, "You can be careful when you speak, don't talk nonsense, I have a girlfriend." Before the girl could speak any more astonishingly, he grabbed the little hand she had handed over to him suddenly, and then snapped her fingers, and she let out a coquettish cry, which gradually dispersed into the empty air with a snap of the dust's fingers......

Naturally, Dust wouldn't take her back to the gymnasium, after all, he couldn't face his little sister for the time being. But he didn't know how to drive, so there was no way to take these survivors to the nearest airport to Apocalypse City at one time and send them back to Huaxia's base city. So for the time being, he took the girl to a place that seemed safe, a balcony, and the sunlight in all directions could keep the girl safe from the ghosts.

"Hey, haven't you told me your name yet?" she hesitated again, and then asked stubbornly, "You haven't even told me your name, why should I tell you?"

"Dust, dust of dust. He replied briefly: "In the future, you will also join Huaxia, and your name will only have one word left in the future, whether you want it or not, this title will accompany us for the rest of our lives until the moment of death." ”

Looking at the girl's reluctance, I knew that even after the terrible night, she still didn't have a clear understanding of the future. However, it doesn't matter, time is the best explanation, and reality is the cruelest cognition.

Dust looked at her indifferently.

"My name is ...... Xu Ruoning. ”

"Okay, Xu Ruoning, you stay here and wait for me, don't walk around alone. Anyway, I was too lazy to waste time with her again, snapped my fingers, and the figure disappeared in a flash, which scared her alive again.

She said to herself, "Is there really a miracle? It seems that the one called Dust should not have lied to me." Thinking that he said that he must have his own abilities, she faintly looked forward to it.

Well, it's a heartless girl.

......

The dust continued to drift south. The city was so big that it was naturally impossible for him to get all the dust clear at once, and he had to go back and forth several times.

He watched the shadows feed and bite at each other, and in order to become stronger, they had to fight for the winner, from a small alley, then to a street, and then perhaps a school, and a cafeteria, every classroom, a district, every intricate place, all of which had to be taken care of. Like a kingdom, you started from the countryside, and walked through countless dry bones and bloody roads; like exams again and again, countless candidates are your opponents, township exams, guild exams, and palace exams. A certain ghost will also fall into the madness of Fan Jinzhongju, except for "I am a Wenqu star who fell from the sky", it is no different.

A ghost is the last to stand on top, standing at the top again and again, relying only on his own simple consciousness and bloodthirsty instincts, survival of the fittest, the weak and the strong, and occasionally add some subtle luck, yes, very fair. There must be some similarity, even the same, between night and the human world, and every time you reach the top, you find yourself standing at the foot of a higher mountain, as well as people.

What's more, ghosts are much more powerful than humans.

......

A baby's cry caught Dust's attention, loud. But what made Dust feel strange was that there was no other breath of a living person in Chen's perception.

A few streets later, a man was half-kneeling in the snow and blood, his clothes were tattered, full of shocking, blood-stained claw marks, and Dust moved to the man's face in disbelief, looking at the baby in the man's hand crying, full of sadness and sadness. Yes, babies who look no more than two or three months old have learned how to express sad emotions, even if they are a little hoarse, and the crisp cry is always a troublesome and deadly presence in the dark.

He didn't know how the man in front of him had made it to dawn, his eyes were empty, as if he had been dead for a long time, and there was a look of unwillingness in his eyes—perhaps regret and praying for his lack of ability to save his child.

The man did not fall, he was half-kneeling on the ground, turning into a statue, gazing eternally. In the direction of the sun. Rising from the east, it was to dispel the darkness, the moment of the beginning of dawn, how he wished to see the sun, which was a symbol of a new day, let the sun shine on his face, dazzling but warm, but he could not wait for this moment any longer.

Today is the beginning of the new year of the Gregorian calendar, January 1.

The baby's cry was still loud, hoarse but full of energy, and Chen couldn't imagine how a man could walk in the dark with a baby, even if he didn't survive, his child was unharmed. He suddenly understood the greatness of a father, and now, in his eyes, he saw the greatness of a father like a mountain, delicate and silent, but the child in his arms knew nothing, facing the fears of life. I don't understand what fear is, the warm embrace gradually becomes cold, the sun is unusually dazzling, the silence around me wants to cry, everything, and finally I have to cry.

Chen silently stretched out his hand, wanting to hold the man's infant child in his arms. But I don't know if it was because of the time that the corpse became stiff and cold, and he held his child tightly, refusing to move for a moment. He knew that it was not like that, that the dead corpse alone, the deceased who could not be transformed into a ghost would have their souls lodged here, his long-cherished wish, all his unfulfilled unfulfilled heart......

"I'll take care of your baby. Dust stared at the man's empty eyes, "I will take care of him to grow up and protect him from harm until the moment I die, until the last moment." ”

He didn't know where he got the courage to say these words, perhaps only because of his own sympathy. But even if he turns away and ignores it, the man's empty eyes, the sorrow of the baby's crying will appear in his mind, and he will never forget it, and regret and regret will always follow him.

He is only a seventeen-year-old boy, but if he is to take on the responsibility of taking care of a child, it may be difficult for some strong people, but behind him, he has Huaxia, who will take over everything for him, so that the fighters can fight on the front line without scruples, and work harder to survive, just to see the person in their hearts. It's called bonding.

"Trust me, it's the only option. ”

The man's frozen hands gradually softened, as if he was entrusting, reluctant with three points of determination. Dust solemnly took the baby from his arms, solemn and serious, but in fact it was just an ordinary handover ceremony.

Let go, take over, two steps, end.

For some reason, the baby suddenly stopped crying and smiled instead, perhaps into a warm arm that he could feel.

Looking at it again, there was something more in the man's empty and godless eyes, probably saying to Chen: I'll leave it to you.

I'll leave it to you.

The corpse fell, snow and blood, and a meager scrap of dirt mixed together, believing who he was once born to be.

Dust wants to bury the man in the earth, but he thinks it is a blasphemy, although he can rest the deceased in peace, but he is a victim of the night, one of the few special people who has not been transformed into a ghost.

Can it really be stopped from turning into a ghost? Dust doesn't understand, maybe it's because of this child? He inhibits the process of turning into a ghost? Night is really elusive, in the dark, Dust can see clearly, nothing, all empty dark clouds, and heavy snow falling from the sky.

The road to dust is just the beginning. He still has a lot to learn.

The baby in his arms gradually fell asleep, probably because he was too tired from crying. Dust sighed slightly, hugged the baby with one hand, and then snapped his fingers and disappeared into the air.