Moreover, more than two-thirds of these 10 million people have also suffered from the sequelae of nuclear radiation.

Xu Hu's gaze moved down again, and there was a piece of newspaper that had been cut out.

It is not so much a newspaper as someone imitates the format of a newspaper, and the author himself used a pen to make a copy of the newspaper himself.

It reads: Five years have passed since the nuclear war, and there are only about 1,000 people left in the world.

Then a lot of content was written below, and Xu Hu probably read it.

It roughly describes how the remaining 10 million people died after the nuclear war.

There are those who die from radiation lesions, those who die of starvation, those who die in wars between human beings, and those who die at the hands of zombies.

1000 people?

At that time, Xu Hu keenly noticed this number, and he felt that he had written more 0 and less 10,000 units.

10 million people, in 5 years, only 1,000 people died!

Xu Hu couldn't believe it, but he had to believe it.

After all, he has never experienced a nuclear war, so he doesn't know what a nuclear war looks like.

Then, Xu Hu put away the cut newspaper, and under the newspaper was a diary.

When Xu Hu saw this diary, he was immediately curious.

I think it should be a diary written by someone who cut these newspapers.

Immediately, Xu Hu opened the diary.

The first line of words immediately shocked Xu Hu's heart.

"All dead, the last human survivor base is shattered, and I'm the only one left......"

It can be seen from this line of handwriting that the author is very hard when writing, and his emotions are unusually excited and confused, and the whole handwriting trace is very sloppy.

Xu Hu raised his eyebrows and continued to read.

Even though the facts here are extremely cruel, they can't give Xu Hu too many mood fluctuations.

Without him, just because Xu Hu is not from this world, he has no sense of identity with this low-dimensional world.

In the next second, Xu Hu continued to read, and in the subsequent diary, the daily life of the writer was recorded, which had been in the underground base of H City.

A person, relying on the original materials of the base, lives on it.

From the diary, Xu Hu learned that the base under H City was originally a large military base, integrating scientific research, armaments and other functions.

Among them, the reserve of supplies is enough for 3 million people to live for 50 years with a decent quality of life!

With such a large reserve of materials, the owner of the diary does not worry about eating and drinking at all.

However, humans are social animals.

The days when one person talks to himself every day almost drives the diary himself crazy.

Until one day, five years after the outbreak of the nuclear war, the 39-year-old owner of the diary wrote such a paragraph in his diary.

"I feel like I can't hold on anymore, a life alone, no hope, no future, nothing as it should be."

"I think I should be looking for something to distract myself."

"I'm the only one left in the human race, and even if there are still people, maybe the number won't be able to continue the continuation of the race."

"Perhaps, as a first-level research institute of the former Umbrella Protection Company, I should recreate a race!"

The notes in the diary have not been updated for a long time.

The next date jumps directly to a year later.

"I've succeeded, or I've been halfway there!"

It can be seen that the owner of the diary seems to be unusually excited when he writes this line.

"I have researched the first generation of clones from the cloning materials left by other researchers, but the lifespan is still flawed!"

When Xu Hu saw this, his pupils couldn't help shrinking!

Hiss!

Because in the diary, there is even a USB flash drive mixed in!

Could it be ...... Cloning experiments?

Xu Hu's heart couldn't help but feel shocked, as well as a huge surprise.

Take it first! Xu Hu thought to himself, and immediately took the USB flash drive into his pocket.

In the next time, Xu Hu read the entire diary.

After reading it, Xu Hu couldn't help but breathe a long sigh of relief.

Xu Hu couldn't help but have a trace of doubt in his heart.

Could it be that all the humans in the zombie crisis world are really extinct?

At the end of the diary, the owner of the journal recounts the fact that his time is running out, and he prepares to transfer his memories to another clone.

Perform an alternative rebirth!

But such a rebirth, I'm afraid it won't be myself!

The reason why Xu Hu has such a guess is because.

After the end of the diary, Xu Hu did not see the other diaries.

There are two possibilities for this, either the diary owner failed to transfer the memories to the clones.

Either the clone is, in a sense, not the owner of the diary, so he doesn't have the habit of the owner of the diary, so naturally he won't continue to write a diary.

Just as Xu Hu was guessing, he noticed that a yellowed piece of paper had fallen from the end of the diary page.

The handwriting on the paper was completely different from that of the diary owner, like a child's writing, crooked and ugly, but fortunately you could still see what was written on it.

"From now on, my name is the Creator, and I will follow the instructions of the 'Father' in my memory to create a great new race of humanity!"

When Xu Hu saw this, there was a thunderbolt in his mind.

I see!

It seems that what is certain is that now in the zombie world, in those human civilization bases, there should be countless clones.

As for whether there are real humans, Xu Hu can't be sure.

Xu Hu even thought of the philosophical question, in the end, how to be called a human being.

And clones, human races whose lifespan has not yet broken through the upper limit of human beings, can humans who can be mass-produced and transfer memories, can they still be called human beings?

Xu Hu was thinking in his mind, the memories in his mind were circulating rapidly, and his thoughts returned to the present.

Looking at the firelight reflected in the sky in the distance, the corners of Xu Hu's mouth twitched.

His first task is to find a way to infiltrate the human civilization base in H City and obtain the brain core of Zhi Brain Eddis.

Thinking of this, Xu Hu immediately no longer hesitated and quickly rushed towards the base of H City.

Xu Hu, who was moving forward quickly, didn't notice that above his head, at an altitude of more than 1,000 meters, there was a small flying machine that had been following him firmly.

At an altitude of 10,000 meters, there is a larger aircraft, and the aircraft is also branded with a very large umbrella logo.

At this time, the man who was called the creator had already returned to the main battleship.

"Lord!"

As soon as the men entered the main control room of the spaceship, a large group of women in white robes with extremely fanatical expressions on their faces fell on one knee on both sides of the road in the main control room.

"Lord Creator, we have taken the crumbs that that man dropped in H City! He is indeed an old man! ”