ACT262: Dead City

Zeng Yadong is right, Ming Junwei really can't live in peace, even if he doesn't have Jiang He and Chao Yifan, he can still toss the wind and water. Of course, if he could, Ming Junwei would prefer to guard the cemetery and die of a drunken dream, however, there are not so many ifs.

Ming Junwei pulled the young man away, taking advantage of the attention of the crowd at the intersection, he turned into the alley as if he was escaping, and walked around for a while, estimating that it should be quite far away from the intersection of the crowd, so he slowed down and integrated into the crowd enjoying the nightlife as usual.

Although there was nothing unusual on his face, his heart was overturned, the young man trembled, and used his spare eyes to glance at the Spartacus who led them to revolt, seeing that his expression was solemn, and there was a heart-palpitating light flashing in his single eye, he couldn't help asking: "Big brother, what's wrong with you?" ”

"Don't talk, go." Ming Junwei glared at him, and continued to stride forward, quietly looking at the surrounding environment and the passers-by who came and went laughing and talking.

The young man was suspicious, he didn't know what was wrong with this big brother, and when he thought of all the weirdness before, he also became nervous, put his hand in his pocket, and the handle of the knife he was holding was full of sweat.

walked aimlessly for a while, and finally saw two rows of benches for pedestrians to rest on the corner of the street, Ming Junwei didn't say much, touched the young man, walked straight over, sat down, and the whole person looked a little depressed.

The young man was slightly concerned and patted him on the back, only to be stunned to find that the eldest brother's back was almost soaked and damp.

"Big brother?" The young man glanced at his palm, saw that it was not blood, was a little relieved, and lowered his voice and asked, "Are you uncomfortable?" ”

"It's fine." Ming Junwei sighed, signaled him not to talk nonsense, raised his eyes and glanced at passers-by, and the fear in his heart was gradually forcibly suppressed.

This street is not too far from the intersection just now, and from the place where they rested, you can still see the conspicuous buildings there, and the people gathered at the intersection seem to have dispersed, and the rebels who escaped from the compound with him have not moved, and they don't know whether they have been captured or dispersed.

The young man's doubts, Ming Junwei couldn't give an explanation, but he wasn't afraid of anything else, the main thing was that he didn't bother to explain what a living corpse was.

No wonder the security of that yard was so weak; No wonder a group of them made a fuss for a long time, and the city was still singing and dancing; No wonder the guards saw them, but they didn't mean to rush in and kill them; No wonder there are so many walking corpses outside such a lonely city, but there is not the slightest fear of people.

The lights are still bright and neon; Pedestrians are still talking and laughing, and their expressions are calm.

Such a picture of a peaceful and prosperous paradise, Ming Junwei shuddered, where is this lonely city of lights, it is clearly a beautiful painting skin, and it is clearly a dead city!

Thanks to Song Yao's blessing, Ming Junwei was also gloriously squeezed into the team of living corpses at this moment, Song Yao's blood saved his life, but he never had half a joy because of this, even if he had been with Song Yao and Lu Qian for many years, Ming Junwei still couldn't equate living corpses with humans from the bottom of his heart.

Human beings are born, old, sick and die, human beings will not jump alive when they are shot, and human beings will not fall asleep in the cold winter.

Ming Junwei can accompany Song Yao and Lu Qian, that is because they are "Song Yao" and "Lu Qian", and they are companions who have lived and died with him, including Liu Yan and Chef Niangjia later, and they are also stained with the relationship between Song Wine and Song Yao, otherwise where can they stay on the side bed with peace of mind?

To this day, their understanding of the walking corpse is still at the stage of how to kill, let alone a living corpse that is in the same vein as the walking corpse?

Song Yao and Lu Qian are victims, and they have no choice but to struggle to survive as living corpses, and this city ...... From the young man with the guitar on his back, to the crowd of calm onlookers, to the passers-by in front of them, were they also "evolved" from survivors to living corpses by the underground test site when they were powerless to resist?

Ming Junwei thinks no, at least personally, he will not be willing to become a researcher's guinea pig, and he will not be willing to be injected with various drugs with inexplicable functions.

Ming Junwei looked around blankly, saw the alleys from the street, and then looked at the shops from the flow of people, and laughed miserably. Now is the time when the traffic is busy, the singing and dancing are leveling, and the cold winter is coming? Rao is Ming Junwei has always been imaginative, and he can't imagine the scene where thousands of people fall into a deep sleep on a snowy day, and wake up one after another when the spring thunder explodes.

A guy who used the walking corpse virus to cause trouble in the world, established a city full of living corpses, with ordinary people acting as security personnel to maintain order, treating the walking corpses as birds and beasts that could be raised, and then trapping captive survivors in various places to grab resources and feed the living corpse city-state.

Ming Junwei remembered the conversation with Song Jiu at the bar again, and remembered their conjecture and speculation at that time...... Suddenly, I only felt that my imagination had reached the limit, logic and common sense exploded in my mind, and the picture in front of me became illusory.

After a long time, Ming Junwei slowly raised his head, looked at the two towering buildings in the distance, his eyes returned to calm, and he clenched his fists tightly.

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(This paragraph is a harmonious version, and the full version is in the group)

Tonight, Ming Junwei is not the only one who is upset, and anger and resentment are obviously more destructive than shock and astonishment.

Ming Junwei was able to escape for the time being, surrounded by a young man who was more confused than him, and Yu An was still in prison, and the shackles were tightly held in the hands of jealous Gao Yang.

In the alleyway outside the old building, a heavy off-road vehicle was parked diagonally in the shadows, the back door wide open, and there was no one around, except for the faint murmur of pain, mixed with some strange noises.

Next to the open car door, the dim moonlight cast wisps of light and shadow, reflecting Gao Yang's slightly emaciated back, scolding in a low voice in an incomprehensible dialect, the only remaining hand clutched a tuft of silky long hair, the strength of the hand became stronger and stronger, and the owner of the long hair had to tilt his face back in pain to try to alleviate the pain caused by the tear.

Hearing Yu An's painful and suppressed whisper, the resentment accumulated in Gao Yang's chest became more and more intense, and the iron hook of his prosthetic hand hooked Yu An's collar, and pulled it hard, his clothes were torn, and his snow-white skin was draped with the shadow of the moon, making him even paler.

Yu An closed his eyes tightly, gritted his teeth, tried not to make a sound, handcuffed to the wrist of the door to strangle the blood, for a moment, Yu An thought of suicide, the thought flashed in her mind, and was forcibly abandoned by her.

It's just that at this time, her refusal to give in can only be exchanged for the increasingly strong resentment of the man behind her, her clothes are all gone, a stinging pain in her back hits, a sharp weapon cuts through her skin, and Yu An can feel the warm blood sliding down her skin and down her waist.

Gao Yang slowed down his movements, as if he had found a channel to vent, and looked at the blood marks on Yu An's back, revealing a hideous smile.

Gao Yang's eyes swelled with excitement, and with a wave of his hand, the iron hook pierced the slippery skin on Yu An's waist, opening up a stream of blood.

"Ahhh

Gao Yang grinned, smiled, loosened his tight long hair, and blew lightly, and a few strands of hair slowly fell.

The pain eroded Yu'an's nerves, her body trembled violently, her kneeling legs were numb and sore, and she instinctively wanted to move, but in exchange for a tingling pain in her back.

Gao Yang took a deep breath, the miserable white moonlight swept into the car window, the blood on the pale skin was dazzling, and in the shadows, the man's smile became more and more eerie.

As if frightened by the sight in the shadows, the moon silently ducked into the clouds, the cold light dimmed, and the body blended into the night.

Yu An hung his head, the handcuffed wrists were bloody and blurry, his temples were soaked with cold sweat, his messy long hair was attached to his cheeks, his face was colorless, his smooth back was dripping with blood, and the skin and flesh were like a baby's lips rolling, and the blood was not stopping, soaking the seat under him.

As the night grew darker, the wind still rose, the streets and alleys were still empty, and the girl's screams were particularly piercing.

(This paragraph is a harmonious version, and the full version is in the group)

……

Isolated from the darkness and lights, a window lit up in the brilliant building that did not belong to the Gobi Desert.

Su Lan put on her pajamas, picked up the quaint teacup on the table, and walked into the room behind the curtain.

The room is not big, and the hall is incompatible, compared to the bedroom of the fish and water, here is not at all inconspicuous, close the door, the smell of paper and ink comes to the face, the two high walls are dim with many checkered screens, and the night view of the lonely city is in full view.

Pulling open the seat covered with a velvet blanket, Su Lan Shi Ran sat down, took a shallow sip of the fragrant tea, pushed open the documents and files on the desktop, straightened the photo frame behind him, wiped off the dust, pressed the button of the square box at hand, flashed and kept warning that the red light was calm, and the screen on the wall lit up.

Su Lan pulled up her scattered long hair, held the teacup and walked to the screen, the real-time synchronization of the picture was a mess, and you could see that there were many corpses lying in the courtyard in the night, and many people were coming and going to clean up the mess, a shadow flashed in the corner, and swished to the door of a room diagonally opposite the monitor.

Su Lan was stunned for a moment, looked a little weird, didn't pay much attention, and flicked the keys of the console with her fingers, and played back the surveillance image. The quality of the surveillance screen is average, skipping useless static images, and fast-forwarding to a few minutes before the warning light comes on.

In the picture, a field worker walked out of the door on the opposite floor, bent slightly, walked quickly to the corner of the stairs, paused in front of the toilet door, and then went upstairs and walked into several other rooms. After a short time, the field clerk walked out, said something to the field clerk downstairs, and then went into another room. A few minutes later, the field staff downstairs ran up and was pushed into the room by the previous field worker, and then, a group of people rushed out of the house, just in time to collide with the other field workers who were rushing to meet each other. At this time, the first field agent to appear turned his gun on his colleague and pulled the trigger.

Su Lan frowned slightly, pressed the pause, and manually enlarged the surveillance image.

The picture quality has become rough, the image of the characters is a little difficult to distinguish, and the frontal outline of the field can be seen, which is faintly familiar.

Su Lan put down the teacup, rewind the picture frame by frame, and stopped at the moment when the field staff faced the monitor, and froze, zoomed in, and zoomed in again.

"Hiss..." Su Lan's beautiful eyes widened, and she gasped.