ACT229: The Scarlet Feast (Part II)

After all, he was a former field captain, and there were no obstacles for him on the mountain and forest roads, and it didn't take much effort to catch up with two guys who were in a hurry to die.

Caroline's people came and went like the wind, appearing suddenly, leaving abruptly, leaving with one blow without the slightest hesitation. The gap between professional and amateur cannot be bridged, although Song Jiu and Cao Zheng tried their best to catch up, but they didn't even touch the tail of the opponent's army, and they could see each other's traces by stepping on the blades of grass in the forest, but they couldn't find any figure in the lonely mountains and forests.

Wu Wentao flew over a rotten tree trunk, saw the two of them stop, finally breathed a sigh of relief, sat down on the rotten leaves on the ground, stared at the panting backs of the two, and laughed dumbly.

"Chasing, why don't you chase?"

"There's a fucking kind, a gun, a crossbow, what do you two think? Ready to kill all the 100 people to take revenge? ”

"Keep chasing, open your eyes to Lao Tzu, how are you going to kill?"

"What the were you doing? Yes?

Wu Wentao leaned on the trunk of the tree, with a miserable smile on the corner of his mouth, showing no mercy, extremely sarcastic and mocking, the two people in front of him were silent, gasping for a while, and both knelt on the ground. Wu Wentao sighed and didn't say anything more, the two of them had already given up, the kind of discouragement and powerlessness that surged from the bottom of his heart, Wu Wentao could feel it.

In a wild forest, three men, silent, sat in it.

The sun is warm, the sky is clear, Cao Zheng is right again, today is a good weather, there is no rain.

It was noon, the temperature began to rise, the sea breeze was no longer cool, and the sweltering heat shuttled through the forest, and the sun shone brightly, through the lush canopy, and the little spots of light shattered on the ground, falling on the three people, faces.

Cao Zheng hid his face and cried, but he couldn't make a sound, Wu Wentao saw that his shoulders were twitching, as if he was trying his best to restrain his emotions, but the sadness had already broken the embankment and flooded.

Wu Wentao looked at his back quietly, didn't look away for a long time, and somehow, his nose was a little sour.

Song Jiu on the side sat with his head down, looking at the dead leaves at his feet with his eyes distracted, not knowing what he was thinking.

I don't know how long it took, but a long whistle sounded from the shore lighthouse, far away and very close.

Wu Wentao looked at the lighthouse, stood up with the dead tree, walked behind the two, and patted them on the shoulder: "Let's go, go over and have a look." ”

Song Jiu and Cao Zheng raised their heads blankly, staggered up, didn't say a word, and followed Wu Wentao into the mountains and forests.

……

The lighthouse is still the same lighthouse, the smell of blood is already permeated in the small space, and the three of them are already numb to it, and when they see Ye Qingmei's corpse, their eyes only paused for a moment. Wu Wentao moved the searchlight, found the telescope from under the stiff corpse of the guard boy, and looked up to see the sparkling sea.

“……”

Wu Wentao's face froze, and the picture in the lens barrel was something he would never have thought of anyway.

The behemoth moored at sea, the slender cloth pole that slanted into the sky, the mottled hull, the spacious deck...... Wasn't it the engineering ship they had encountered at sea before, laden with walking corpses? How so? The line of sight moved, and near the sea, one after another assault boats carrying three or five crew members, were breaking through the sea and sailing towards the engineering ship, roughly counting, there were more than ten ships, the assault boat headed by it was very conspicuous, and the blonde hair was swept by the sea breeze, reflecting the blurry color.

"Sure enough, it's her..."Wu Wentao muttered to himself, slowly moving the lens barrel and seeing a familiar figure.

Wu Wentao was completely confused, from morning to now, there were more and more questions in his mind, but there was no answer at all.

"She took Yu'an." Wu Wentao put down the binoculars, turned his head and said to the two people beside him.

Cao Zheng turned a deaf ear, staring at the swaying mangrove forest in a daze, Song Jiu raised his eyelids, as if he had thought of something, and his lips moved.

Wu Wentao closed his eyes and sighed, he understood the mood of the two at the moment, but he didn't plan to sink with them, the incident happened suddenly, and he was confused until now, there were still too many things to do, and he really couldn't spare time to grieve with them. Some words are too impersonal to say, but the truth is in front of you, and if heartbreak is useful, death will be meaningless.

Wu Wentao turned around and walked to the ladder, and before going down, he threw a sentence to the two of them: "Give you two suggestions, one, jump down from the window; Two, come back with me. ”

……

At noon, at 12:08, when the wedding officially began, the fire in the stilted building was finally extinguished.

The drinking water that should have been used for the wedding banquet was all splashed into the fire, the wedding room that should have been filled with happiness and warmth turned into rotten dust, and the guests who should have been laughing and sitting were reduced to charcoal.

The fire was extinguished, but the smoke did not disperse.

Fang Fei organized the islanders who escaped the catastrophe and rescued the corpses from the burning site. Song Jiu and the others also participated, and personally carried the corpses that had been scorched and burned by the fire to the saddle vine path, and from a distance, the corpses almost covered the tree-lined path.

The auspicious day changed into a sacrifice day, the wedding banquet became a funeral banquet, everyone was unexpected, and everyone was at a loss.

There is no time to think too much about life and death, and after the crisis, it is time to lick the wounds, and you can't face it, but you have to face it.

There is no specific number of people in the welcoming procession, Fang Fei counted the casualties according to the roster of residents on the whole island, there are several corpses in front of the stilted building, plus the deaths in the big kitchen, a total of one hundred and three people, and the male accounts for one-third. The one hundred and three were only on the roster, and Dr. Chung's body was also found.

Dr. Zhong was supposed to assist Cao Zheng in playing the wedding music on the yacht, but the gunner failed to come on time, so Dr. Zhong had to temporarily take up his post, and then the atmosphere was too enthusiastic, and Dr. Zhong also joined in the excitement with the crowd, but his physique was not good, so he could only stand on the periphery and watch the red fire, so he was the first person to die during the enemy attack.

The stilted building collapsed, the whole wooden staircase was almost burned to ashes, the charred black beams shattered at the touch, and the ground was full of dust, mixed with bursts of meat fragrance, and it was disgusting to the nose. Many of the corpses near the stilted building were also burned, and it was difficult to identify them, and the layout of the stilted building changed, and the collapse was beyond sight, and the ruins were removed, and everyone found the location of the wedding house.

There were three corpses, highly carbonized, two in a lying position, their torsos fused together, inseparable; The other was not far away, curled up like a newborn baby.

Song Jiu stood in front of the corpse, the shroud in his hand was as heavy as a thousand pounds, and his arm was falling, so he couldn't lift it. Wu Wentao took the shroud from his hand, carefully covered the corpse, and almost forced Song Jiu away from the scene, before leaving, Song Jiu saw Luo Yu in the crowd, Luo Yu leaned on Dai Wei's arms, tears broke the embankment, and he choked silently.

The lighthouse carried back two corpses, a guard and a Ye Qingmei, Fang Fei never expected that Ye Qingmei would also appear on the death list, looking at Xiao Yezi's already blue face, he stood in place for a long time; The body on the side of the cruise ship and the reef was gone, and it was thought that it had been washed away by the sea, but there was a body on the side of the yacht that was washed up by the waves, it was Jasmine, and the tattoos on her body indicated her identity.

Jasmine had no fatal injuries on her body, and there were marks of a blow on the back of her head, as if she had been knocked unconscious and thrown into the sea, drowning alive.

Counting casualties is a matter of mental strength, and I was busy until half past two in the afternoon, and basically most people have already matched the number.

Fang Fei dropped the roster, fell on the table and wept bitterly, there was no Jin Bo among the living, and there was no Jin Bo among the recognizable corpses, facing those piles of coke, Fang Fei collapsed. When she and Song Yao left the stilted building, Jin Bo rushed to the front as the captain of the greeting team, calculating the time, and when the enemy attacked, Jin Bo was still in the crowd.

Song Yao and Lu Qian looked at each other speechlessly, feeling like they were in a dream.

Jimbo, the god who blocked and killed the gods, and the Buddha blocked and killed the Buddha, was actually buried under gunfire silently?

The bomb shelter did not trap him, the Gobi Desert did not trap him, and the desert island did not trap him...... In the end, he was kept out of the door?

Song Yao once fantasized that if one day, Jin Bo also came to the end of his life, that picture should be thunder, long knives vertical and horizontal, bloody battlefield, even if he died, he still stood proudly, and even between his eyebrows and eyes there would be that familiar unruly look, this should be his end.

But the reality, the reality is that the wind is clear and the firecrackers are ringing out...... His long knife still hung in the room, and his body was unrecognizable.

Song Yao felt a tightness in her chest, as if she was having auditory hallucinations in her ears, and the words that Jimbo had said to her before landing on the island sounded again.

He said, let's go find Dongdong.

……

The next day, the forest, the cemetery.

The tombs are newly added, the forest leaves are shaking, and the sea breeze is silent.

The bride and groom were buried together, Qianqian, Doctor Zhong, Ye Qingmei, Jasmine, the remains of the four people and Ziqian Doudou were buried in a row, and the other bodies that had not been burned by the fire were identified and buried one by one, as for the scorched and blackened corpses in front of the door, they were really unrecognizable, and they were charred and dried together, so they had to dig a big pit and bury them together.

The tombstone is very large, Jimbo's name is written first, followed by those islanders who don't have the right number, Jimbo has no feelings for these people, there may be so-called rebels among these people, but so what, dust to dust, dust to dust, what exists above, and those below, have also disappeared.

Sunset afternoon, twilight.

A large group of people were silent, sobbing accompanied by a light breeze, leisurely floating into the sky.

Song Jiu and Luo Yu stood side by side, their eyes lost.

Yang Xiaomeng walked over from behind, handed the wedding portrait to Song Jiu, hesitated for a moment, and choked in a low voice: "Stay." ”

Song Jiu took the portrait and looked at the two people who sounded like they were there, and suddenly his eyes were red again, and Luo Yu beside him had already dried his tears, and he cried again at this time.

Through the brush and ink, Song Jiu seems to be able to hear Jiao Ziqian's voice "Ninth Brother", as if he can still hear Ying Doudou calling "Ziqian".

Song Jiu sniffed, tears crossed the slightly hooked corners of his mouth, took out a lighter and lit it, the faint flame ignited the drawing paper, and the "eternal knot is concentric, white head to old age" at the end of the payment was swept up by the flames.

Song Jiu let go of his hand, the painting paper fluttered lightly in the wind, and in the firelight, Jiao Ziqian and Ying Doudou looked at each other and smiled, and after a cluster of brightness, the ashes were scattered.