Maybe it's my intuition, but I always feel that in Sister Hua's next script, we will really capture the entity of the nightmare, and then completely kill this guy.

Nightmare is a kind of phantom demon, and to destroy it is not the same concept as destroying ordinary monsters, first of all, you must find the entity, otherwise, the elimination of the phantom of the nightmare is to destroy it tens of millions of times, and it will not have any practical significance.

It took a week or so to make a plan in the Garden of Doom, and everyone was exhausted, but thanks to this, we had a brilliant plan. Even for the looting nightmare, everyone is full of confidence.

Everything we have done here, everything we have paid, everything we have sacrificed, people in the outside world will not understand, and maybe we will not know until we die. But, no one here, including me, would care about such a thing.

For me, I don't know whether this belief in self-sacrifice is inherent in my heart and then influenced me, or whether it was influenced by the environment around me, and I don't know the order of order. But in any case, I'm glad I was able to put my heart and soul into the project.

On a rainy afternoon, a group of us gathered again in the courtyard of the Doomsday Garden, where Hana, Ishikawa, and the rest of the staff still came later, standing there waving goodbye to us.

Bingyu and I looked at each other a little, and both nodded lightly to each other and smiled knowingly. After countless rehearsals, everything was clear for us. On the other hand, I am also very happy to be able to have a good relationship with Bingyu.

After entering the spatial wormhole, I and the others began to separate and dissipate, and everyone would go to their own place and play their part, which I had become accustomed to.

But this feeling of dizziness when walking through the wormhole, I feel like I can't get used to it even after 10,000 times. It was as if the internal organs in my body were trying to change positions, and the violent squirming and twisting made me feel uncomfortable and wanted to vomit everything in my stomach.

I don't know how long it took, but finally my consciousness went dark again, and when I woke up slowly, I saw a gray and empty ceiling in front of me.

I stared blankly at the ceiling for a moment, only a pale longtube light bulb, but it couldn't speak, it was too quiet around, I thought.

I looked around, and I decided to get up because of a deep urge of urine.

But the moment his feet touched the floor, it was pitch black in front of him, and his brain was filled with painful oppression.

"How long the hell have I been asleep......

There is a small iron barred window in the snow-white ward, and when I look out, the wind blows gently in my face, occasionally sweeping my face, which feels good, but it is a little itchy.

When nature comes into contact with you, it will always not be rejected, this is one of the ways to confirm that you are alive, I dare not say the best, but it is certainly the cheapest.

But I found that it didn't stop me from urinating, so my pace quickened, and my bladder urged me to open the pale yellow door and go to the men's restroom at the end of the third floor.

The blue and white striped hospital gown he was wearing was equal to zero, and the sour smell wafting from him was minus two hundred.

The brain never stops thinking, and after three years of solitude, this skill is automatically full.

But in fact, I will be lonely for another four years after entering college next month, and then if no miracle happens, I will never be able to find a girlfriend and die alone.

"Damn."

As soon as the thin door opened, a pitch-black mass poured into the room.

It was covered with a white, hard-looking texture, a dull color, rotten black and red material around it, and a crispy skin that dried like rags.

But what makes the brain blank and the muscles of the face stiffen are a pair of big eyes.

I never knew what was written in people's eyes.

Death.

His gaze was lifeless, staring straight at the white wall to my left as only half of his neck twisted to one side.

To be honest, I can't tell if this is a human or a ghost just by the appearance of the body, and only the upper body of the whole body is left, and from the broken flesh and dark black pieces around the waist, it seems that it has definitely been torn apart alive.

Staring at the long, blood-colored scratches on the door, deep and heavy, but incomplete. It's like her incomplete life, broken and desolate.

I don't know when I was already clenching my molars, and the muscles in the back of my neck had begun to swell and tremble slightly due to the exertion for too long, but I didn't dare to relax at all.

The shadow of death that I felt for the first time fell on me without warning, and I wanted to pee.

Now it's a situation where you have to think twice about even breathing.

“…… Call...... Hahh......"

Swallowing my saliva carefully, I tried to urge the stiff nerves of my brain to think, to choose.

Five minutes later, I decided between going back to my bed and continuing to hold my urine or stepping over the corpse to the toilet.

I was in a sad mood, closed my eyes and said to my bladder, goodbye dear.

But at the moment of turning around, suddenly there was an inexplicable coolness that pierced his back.

Immediately turned my head to see that those inhuman eyes were now facing mine.

The mutilated palm slowly wriggled and moved forward, reaching for my bare instep.

I couldn't tell the difference between the front and back, but my neck was twisted at opposite angles, and those eyes stopped looking at me, and I instinctively followed her gaze—the target was my ankle.

It's not human, it's determined in an instant.

The brain instinctively provided me with countless scenes that I had read, all of which were more or less different, but the main actors in them remained the same - zombies.

Gradually, she crawled over, her little mouth slowly opening up, until her entire face was full of eyes and a mutilated mouth.

I think the reason is because her lips have been eaten a long time ago, and there are not even a few teeth left, and the only thing left of her tongue is a small piece of her tongue that is attached to the root.

After death, people are really not as good as dogs, and when the dog dies, at least the owner will go to bury it and feel distressed.

But when people die like this, what is left?

"Damn."

"Click...... Click...... Gollum ......"

Like the sound coming from the deepest part of hell, the occasional uncle who has to vomit when brushing his teeth, their vomiting sound should be very similar if they are slowed down twice as fast.

"Head, smash the head!"

I kept backing away, and the thought instantly crossed my mind.

But when I looked around, there was only a small bench, a thermos flask, and a messy mass of bedding.

A fool would use a quilt to get a headshot, hehe.

As for the bench and the thermos, anxiously calculating the possibilities, I kept backing away, glancing behind me, and saw that I was not much away from the window at all.

The zombies were crawling faster than I thought, or maybe my adrenaline was running too high, and I didn't feel the negativity and relaxation of time passing by at this moment.

"No choice...... I thought to myself, turning my head to lock on the thermos on the table, I just prayed that the water in it would be stinky or sour, at least full.

I turned around and ran immediately, but at the moment when I felt my brain ordering the calf muscles to explode into the small universe, my eyes slid uncontrollably, and finally a hazy feeling of being hit on the back of the head with a blunt object filled my brain, and for a moment I felt that my eyeballs had protruded.

I don't know how long I've been asleep, bad luck?

But there is no accident in the world, I should have paid attention to it, and the moment my feet touched the ground, I decisively ignored the feeling of weakness, which was all caused by my bladder.

The back of his head slammed into the cold tiled floor like a free fall, and his eyes were just on the side of his eyes with his bloody mouth wide open, screaming at the zombies that were slowly crawling.

The body wanted to retreat, but it didn't listen to the call.

The distance is getting closer, hehe, I seem to see her vocal cord polyps, and look, I'm dying and I can't stop thinking about it.

It seems that loneliness affects a person even more than death. At the moment when my subjective consciousness thought that death, or "new life" was coming, I was still muttering in my heart.

A foul stench and a strange coldness touched my neck, I silently closed my eyes, I could bear the pain, but I couldn't bear to see my death in progress, even if I was lonely, I had to maintain the last shred of dignity - humanity.

It's supposed to be instinct, right? Withdrawn and misanthropic, how could I have such a noble character? There was a "pop" sound of flesh blooming, a sticky chewing sound, and a hoarse cry of "satisfaction".

Yes, I have never been such a noble human being, and I don't even have the size of a sesame seed to resist in the face of death in progress.

“…… If there is a next life in my life, let me live the life of an ordinary family of three...... The life of an orphan is enough once. ”

I pulled at the corners of my mouth self-deprecatingly.

Sighing deeply, there was even an echo of sighing in his brain, and his consciousness became more and more blurred, and it seemed that he was really going to die.

"Phew, it's unpalatable, it's unpalatable!"

Suddenly, a cry of pain came from the depths of his mind.

I snapped my eyes open and found that there was no movement around me. But when I looked around, dozens of zombies were densely packed around me, but they were all just moving aimlessly, and none of them cared about me.

"Why are you so unpalatable! Are you also infected? ”

"Damn it, who."

The voice in my head came again, sharp and piercing, like a needle piercing the temple from the inside.

I yelled in pain impatiently, and I was so miserable that I fell to the ground with my head in my hands and rolled on the ground in pain.

But as soon as I rolled around, I found that my legs were a little heavy, surprisingly heavy, like the five-pound sandbags strapped to my legs when I practiced for a marathon in middle school.

When I looked down, it was actually the zombie with only half of her body left, her skinny stump should be regarded as "hugging" my calf, the blood basin mouth was still wide open, and the chin was constantly leaking yellow saliva mixed with blood.

But she doesn't bite? I frowned and stared at her, only to see that she was just a big mouth with an expressionless face, and her eyes were still staring at me.

“…… It's unpalatable! ”

A tingling pain suddenly hit, and I felt like I had a big bite of ice until I felt my brain palsy.

"Damn, it's you!"

I angrily broke away from her, surprisingly she didn't have much strength at all, and kicked her head hard as soon as I lifted my foot.

Actually, I wanted to crush her completely, but I really didn't have the strength, and when my foot kicked out hard, my calf shook uncontrollably, and it shook on the door of my head.

"Ahh

With a scream, I wrinkled my facial features in pain, my hands clutched my temples, this time it was really painful, I didn't even have the strength to roll, and I felt that even the sweat glands in my ass were dripping with cold sweat.

"It's good to get used to it...... But can you hear us? Are you a human or an infected.