The clanging railroad swayed through the streets of Moscow, taking Zhou Qingfeng slowly. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info The carriage is empty and quiet, but the interior is a bit old. And looking out the car window, any building has a bit of history, and it is still old to say that it is not good.

Before arriving at his destination, Zhou Qingfeng was reminiscing about the 'Winter Frost' he had seen on the wasteland battlefield. When he made an emergency landing and rushed to the power armor, the armor itself was almost torn apart by Marcos.

There was no armor to cover it, and there was a pale-faced girl hidden inside. Her chest collapsed and she was severely injured by Marcos's punches. However, when she saw Zhou Qingfeng, the girl with a mouth full of blood also smiled and greeted: "Hello, Victor. Hugo, it's a pleasure to meet you. ”

Zhou Qingfeng only knew at a glance that even with the help of treatment needles, this girl would at most return to the light. He half-crouched down and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?" ”

"My name is Yana, and I don't have amnesia. I just don't want to say this to anyone, I don't want to fight anymore, kill me, let me go. "'Winter Frost' said.

But Zhou Qingfeng didn't mean to talk about feelings, he asked: "Did you watch a movie called 'Wasteland'?" ”

'Winter Frost''s eyes widened, and after being stunned for a long time, he shook his head, "I don't remember. I always seem to be reincarnated in nightmares, and there is no end to it. It seems that there is such a movie, but I'm not sure. ”

"Do you remember who the main character of the movie you watched?" Zhou Qingfeng asked again.

'Winter Frost' opened her mouth but didn't say anything, she still shook her head, but suddenly said, "It seems to be a biochemist." He seems to have created some kind of virus. ”

'Winter Frost' moved his face to the side again, and added dumbly, "He created mutants." ”

Fuck！

How many of the Chosen One did 'GOD' lose to the Wasteland? ZHOU Qingfeng,DAVID. Lawrence, the 'winter frost' in front of him, is now running out of the virus again.

Zhou Qingfeng asked 'GOD' repeatedly, but he couldn't ask why. He finally asked 'Winterfrost' if he remembered where he used to live. Then make it easy to die with a large dose of morphine.

Zhou Qingfeng considered it completely from a utilitarian point of view, the 'Winter Frost' was a mess in the wasteland, and there was no power for him to inherit, and she herself didn't want to continue to live in the wasteland. So you can only choose to go to the real world to find her ontology and see what the random reward is?

The tram continued to shake forward, and Zhou Qingfeng had already gotten off. He stepped in front of an ordinary residential complex on the outskirts of Moscow. According to the address given by Dongshuang, this is her home.

The residential area is very old, and it is still a model house from the Khrushchev period a few decades ago, with the same appearance and dark and messy corridors. And when Zhou Qingfeng walked to a door and knocked for a long time, the neighbor next door walked out and looked at it, and asked, "Hey......, who are you looking for?" ”

"I'm looking for Yana, I'm her friend."

"Hehehe...... you're lying. Yana has no friends. ”

The neighbor's face was as ugly as the dilapidated building, but Zhou Qingfeng exchanged a hundred dollar bills for the information he wanted—Yana had gone crazy more than two years ago and was admitted to a psychiatric hospital.

So Zhou Qingfeng ran to find an unknown psychiatric hospital, and finally found a pale girl living in a simple single room, tied to a hospital bed. She didn't move her eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling.

"Don't look at her being so quiet now, in fact she is very violent. The child's strength was so great that it would take four or five people to control her. She always told people that she was fighting, and that she had killed a lot of people.

Poor child, she used to be a student at the Moscow State Academy of Dance, and she danced the ballet very well. Suddenly one day she went crazy and became unreasonable. After several treatments to no avail, her condition became worse and worse. Her parents were completely disappointed in her and had no choice but to send her here. ”

A nursing aunt in a psychiatric hospital took Zhou Qingfeng into the ward, raised her chin and signaled that the girl on the bed was the person Zhou Qingfeng was looking for.

"Can you loosen her shackles? I want to be alone with her for a while. Zhou Qingfeng asked.

"It's not in order." The nursing aunt spat out a smoke ring and shook her head without hesitation. Zhou Qingfeng opened his wallet again and exchanged the banknotes for the opportunity to be alone with the girl.

The iron door of the private room slammed shut, and the nursing aunt was still shouting outside: "Young man, you'd better refrain from being inside, certain things are not allowed." ”

Zhou Qingfeng smiled bitterly a few times, pulled a broken chair and sat in front of the hospital bed. Yana on the bed had already sat up, looked at Zhou Qingfeng with puzzled eyes, and said after a while: "I seem to have dreamed of you in a dream?" You are a big villain in your dream. ”

"Your dreams are all real, and I am indeed a villain." Zhou Qingfeng nodded with a smile and reached out to grab Yana's palm. The girl's skin was cold, and she shrank back in fright, with great strength.

Zhou Qingfeng's strength is even greater, and the moment the two of them touch their skins, he receives a prompt from 'GOD'.

"You have deprived Yana of her innate ability, 'Battle Instinct', which comes from the sensitivity of the mind that the fighting race has precipitated in history and culture and has sacrificed countless times. It will allow you to make fewer mistakes when facing enemies. ”

"You've been granted 20,000 tons of low-value supplies from the wasteland."

"The amount of low-value material you move from reality to wasteland every day rises to fifteen hundred tons, which is cumulative."

At the moment when the two shook hands, Zhou Qingfeng felt that his head was filled with a large amount of visual and auditory disordered information. All of this information is experienced from Yana's point of view, and without exception it is extremely bloody scenes, no wonder this girl goes crazy.

The world of the wasteland is not at all suitable for a schoolgirl who can only dance ballet.

When all the information that had been poured into his mind was over, Zhou Qingfeng suddenly found that he was unable to lean on the side of the bed, and his whole body was sweating. Yana was still sitting on the hospital bed, the palms of the two were still holding each other, her palms had become warm, but Zhou Qingfeng's hands had become cold and wet, full of sweat.

"Who are you? Are you sick? Yana in the hospital bed seems to have had a dream, but when she wakes up, she can't remember the plot of the dream. She was surprised that she was suddenly in a room with white walls, and even more strange was the man holding her hand in front of her.

Yana didn't remember knowing such a man, but from the bottom of her heart, she felt that this man was a little familiar.

"Forget about it." Zhou Qingfeng regained some strength and stood up again. He whispered to Yana and immediately turned to leave. And when the iron door of the room was opened, the nursing aunt was listening to the corner. There is also a balding middle-aged Russian man next to the aunt.

As soon as the two sides met, the nursing aunt immediately said, "Since the two of you have been in the room quietly for five hours, I think you may really be Yana's friend, so I invited Yana's father." ”

The nursing aunt stretched out her finger and pointed at the middle-aged Russian on the side, and the bald middle-aged man in his forties and fifties also looked at Zhou Qingfeng blankly. The two men looked at each other for a long time, and Zhou Qingfeng didn't know what to say. He took out a checkbook from his pocket, wrote a number, signed it, and tore it to the balding middle-aged man.

In the face of Zhou Qingfeng's strange behavior, the bald middle-aged man is even more inexplicable. He watched Zhou Qingfeng leave quickly, and hurriedly waved and shouted several times, but he didn't know what to ask?

Instead, the caretaker peeked at the check and immediately exclaimed, "My God, this man gave a million dollars casually?" ”

The bald middle-aged man didn't bother to look at the check, because Yana came out of the room barefoot and called him: "Dad, why are you here?" And who was that guy just now? ”

"You don't know who he is?" Balding middle-aged people are even more confused.

Seeing Zhou Qingfeng's back disappear and flee, Yana suddenly hugged her father again, crying and crying: "Dad, I suddenly feel very happy in my heart. It seems like I haven't hugged you in a long, long time. ”

However, Zhou Qingfeng leaned against the corner of the wall where no one paid attention after getting away, and the words from 'GOD' echoed in his head - work hard, boy! You are already the furthest of all the chosen ones, but if you fail, you will be the worst.