The sky in Huanzhou was as gloomy as ever, a few black birds streaked under the dark clouds, making a few shrill chirps, and on the rooftop of a residential building, Qiao Wu, like a sculpture, stood there, and in front of him was a man in a black combat uniform.

The man's tilted head to the left was almost touching the left side of his neck, his teeth were nailed deep into his lower lip, and the blood spilling from his lips left five oozing rivers of blood on his jaw, and on the man's right leg was a military dagger with blood stains that had not yet been wiped clean, and his left glove was in a small bag, the mouth of which was pressed against his arm by the squeezing of his right hand.

Wang Mingjun died. The news was like a thunderbolt, almost knocking the other five to pieces.

Wei Yilin gently broke Wang Mingjun's right hand like iron pincers, and the mouth of the bag opened, and a strong smell of blood came from the surface, Wei Yilin looked down and saw that the bag was full of blood, and the blood seemed to seep out of the bag, staining the empty paint bucket containing it red. After wiping the blood stain on Wang Mingjun's left hand, everyone saw the shocking wound.

"Why...... Why are you so stupid......" Qin Tianwu pressed Wang Mingjun's shoulders and shook desperately, "Say! Why? ”

"Fear." Zhong Wenfeng expressed his guess, "Nervous breakdown." These words were like a wind whistling in his ears, making Qiao Wu's legs tremble.

"Yes, this cannibalistic place." Zhong Wenfeng's voice was very low, as if he was explaining to himself.

"He's afraid of infecting us." Bai Yunlian gently held up a notebook paper with obvious creases, both sides of this paper were written with words, one side of which was painted a lot, and the sentences were very awkward, and finally a big cross was marked, and the other side was a little neater, and the text was smooth, "He is afraid that we can't bear to kill him who has mutated, so that he will hurt us." ”

Qiao Wu pulled the piece of paper, and the more he looked at it, the tighter his brows wrinkled, the corners of his eyes were slightly red, and a layer of mist appeared on his eyeballs: "Silly boy!" If you have the courage to die, why don't you have the courage to wait until tomorrow? ”

"Not everyone has the courage to face their mutated selves." Qin Tianwu wiped the corners of his eyes, gently, and finally patted Wang Mingjun on the shoulder, "Good brother." ”

Zhong Wenfeng in the back pouted: He is noble.

Wei Yilin was annoyed in his heart: If only I remembered to keep someone to watch Wang Mingjun last night. Why do I have such a bad memory?

Bai Yunlian gently pulled Wang Mingjun's eyelids open, and her own appearance was immediately reflected on his obsidian-like pupils, which were clear, and there was not a single blood nematode to destroy her appearance.

The suicide note was handed to Bai Yunlian, and it will be used as the piece of paper that wraps the identification. Bai Yunlian looked at the letter, her heart was like a knife, because in her heart, Wang Mingjun's death was inseparable from her - it was she who was the first to point out that Wang Mingjun was injured, it was she who was the first to deny Qin Tianwu's conclusion and put a mental shackle on Wang Mingjun, and it was also she who said things like "there is no effective treatment yet" and "Wang Mingjun is a potential superspreader" in front of everyone last night. These seemingly correct words are also true, but they are like a sharp blade, stabbing Wang Mingjun with all his thoughts.

"What's wrong with you?" Bai Yunlian's sudden fall to the ground really scared everyone.

"Are you alright?" At the same moment, Wei Yilin was already squatting in front of Bai Yunlian, and his eyes unconsciously showed concern.

"Yes...... Dotted halo. Bai Yunlian raised her hand and kept tapping it on her empty forehead.

"Captain, it's eight and nine." Zhong Wenfeng looked at the watch on his wrist and reminded.

"Go back and pack your bags, and gather on the first floor in fifteen minutes." Wei Yilin pulled down his sleeves, looked at the watch on his wrist, and ordered.

"Yes."

Everyone left one after another, except for Bai Yunlian, who was still sitting on the ground, and Wei Yilin, who had not yet stood up.

"Don't blame yourself, he's a hero."

"How do you know I'm blaming myself?" Bai Yunlian showed an annoyed expression, but her tone was clearly confused.

"There are a lot of things that we can't change." Wei Yilin shook his head, reached out and touched the pocket of Wang Mingjun's clothes, and finally took out a small notebook from the pocket of his underwear. This is a brown document, the upper part of the document is in the center, printed with a silver national emblem, turn the first page, is personal identification information, the person in the photo is young, handsome, full of vitality, at first glance quite promising.

"We've seen a lot of this in the Golden Triangle." Wei Yilin said as he slowly lifted the page, "It's just that the brothers who died over there didn't leave their names." ”

Bai Yunlian stopped talking, squatted quietly to the side, pricked up her ears, like a child listening to her grandmother's story.

"Do you know why?" Wei Yilin gave up the idea of tearing off the page, and put the entire notebook in the inner pocket of his jacket, "Because, if their names are known to the world, the face and interests of the country will be damaged." ”

"Forget about them, like you didn't know them a few years ago." When pronouncing the word "we", Wei Yilin deliberately accentuated the tone, obviously he was not referring to Wang Mingjun alone.

"She's my best friend." Finally, Bai Yunlian heard Wei Yilin's off-string sound.

Wei Yilin glanced at the watch on his wrist, five minutes had passed, and while pulling down his sleeves, he sighed: "It's good enough to wear a pair of pants since I was a child, right?" I moved ten years ago, and I don't believe in it. I'm good enough with Tianwu, right? In fact, there was a lot better than him at the beginning. ”

Wei Yilin pointed at his left neck with his index finger: "I was shot, in front of me, and slowly died." ”

"You're so cold." Bai Yunlian rubbed her arms with her palms crossed, looking more than cold.

"Gotta get used to it." Wei Yilin shook his head, "Let's go, time is running out." ”

Before leaving, the two moved Wang Mingjun's body into the stairwell and covered him with his chemical protective suit.

A few minutes later, there were five more white figures on the street, and this pure color stood out in Xiyi County, which was only gray and white—this is hope? Or is it a new despair? The buildings that stood weakly under the continuous rain curtain were draped in black veils, as if they were bidding farewell to the souls of the dead. But who are they going to say goodbye to?

Yucheng Road is a demonstration road in Xiyi County, with six lanes in both directions, a five-meter-wide green separation belt in the middle of the road, and tall trees are planted on both sides of the road. This road name has a historical origin, according to legend, in the Yin Shang period, there was Xiyi County, when it was called the Kingdom of Xu, to King Wu "Juqi Zhiyang, the beginning of the cut of business", the Kingdom of Xuan was also wiped out in the raging war, only the capital survived in the form of a village.

With the passage of time, the village slowly expanded into a market town, and in the early years of Jianning, the county was established and named Xiyi. With the passage of time, the former site of the village is no longer available, but the old name of "縠" can be retained in the form of a place name.

Today's Yucheng Road is a different scene, but the broken bricks are everywhere, the walls, cabinet glass windows, are full of dark red blood stains, human tissues are lying casually or among the fallen leaves, or hidden under handbags, or glued to the floor tiles, car wreckage is densely crowded on the way out of the city, and even more have completely ignored the traffic rules and went against the road on another road, but even so, they still did not escape the fate of being blocked.

Behind the cement piers, there are five dusty navy blue and snow-white police cars, although the rain is trying to wipe away the unsightly dust, but this makes the cars even more dilapidated, and on the cracked asphalt floor, the weeds have puffed up, only the "beautifully carved" lampposts on the side of the street are still silently telling the past glory of the road. Compared with the past and the present, a trace of sadness can't help but arise from the bottom of my heart.

Will the same be true in your hometown? Everyone asked themselves in their hearts, if so, what should they think?

All thoughts seem to be the only answer.

Sanyuan Road is one of the nineteen paths leading to the 10,000-acre rose garden, a one-lane one-way street, lined with two-storey houses built in the eighties and nineties of the last century, with shops on the lower floors and people living on the upper floors – of course, this is only the original intention.

The road used to have two lanes, but the one on the right had a parking grid and was full of cars. But now there are not many cars left in the parking spaces, and most of the remaining cars are "zombie cars" covered in dust and with deflated tires. The carriageway on the left hand side was full of car parts, and it seemed that Sanyuan Road was not so peaceful at that time.

The three bodies of the MIA were not on the main road of Sanyuan Road, but in a small alley, a cul-de-sac that ended in a pile of debris, next to which was a large green garbage bin filled with decomposed, rain-soaked and smelly garbage.

Bloody and horrific. This was the first impression of the scene of the three bodies, and they could no longer describe the difference in the head—almost dismembered, none of them intact, and the dense wounds hid on the carrion that was almost crawling with maggots.

"Who...... Who is so cruel? "The wounds left by the obvious sharp weapons mercilessly knocked out the courage of everyone to point the culprit at the infected, this is clearly a masterpiece of man!

"Wen Feng, put things back in their place." Qin Tianwu held Bai Yunlian's hand that was about to raise the camera, pointed at Zhong Wenfeng, his lips trembled, and said, "No one is allowed to mention this matter, you know?" ”

"Why?" Zhong Wenfeng was the first to object, "Even if we can't get justice for them, we should take them home!" ”

This time, his words seem to have been silently agreed by many people.

"Do you know what it means to do bad things with good intentions?" Qin Tianwu said unceremoniously, his tone was cold, "Don't regret it when you become the finger of the Qianfu." ”

Zhong Wenfeng was stunned, he really couldn't figure out the meaning of Qin Tianwu's words, but he objected to Qin Tianwu's argument from the bottom of his heart, but for a while, he couldn't think of the words to refute it.

"Wen Feng, Tianwu is right, put it back." After a stalemate, Qiao Wu spoke.

Zhong Wenfeng looked at Wei Yilin, who was "hiding" behind everyone, and now Wei Yilin didn't say anything, under Zhong Wenfeng's "hint", others also turned their heads, and for a while, Wei Yilin became the protagonist exposed to the spotlight. And this time, what will he decide?