"Now, where are you going? Where are we going? Wang Jianyu smiled imperceptibly and whispered, as if he was afraid of disturbing the sleeping baby.

"Where...... Where? Zhang Zhiyu promptly withdrew the word that only sounded one syllable, and said standard Mandarin in a slightly hasty manner, "I don't know..... I wanted to go to that coordinates, that wreckage of the hydroelectric power station, and I wanted to know what was really going on. His voice grew weaker and weaker, like a flame slowly extinguishing.

Zhang Zhiyu felt very strange, it was the feeling of waking up from a big dream, as if all emotions and minds were like the tide of the reverse current at this time, slowly rolling each droplet, shining one by one in the slanting bright sun, but it sank into the sea in an instant. For the first time, he felt alive, breathing every breath of air, his chest slightly raised, and a dry, refreshing, slightly sweet air rushed into his mouth, gently pressing part of it into his abdomen, turning into a warm and moist breath and exhaling it with the swirling air. For the first time, he felt like he was really feeling. Zhang Zhiyu closed his eyes slightly, leaving a white halo in the gap, and curled up his body, shrinking as small as possible.

"Don't we need *?" Wang Jianyu said softly, "I remember how desperate you were to destroy it. Need me to control the military's *? We could even use nuclear weapons. ”

"* Probably destroyed by those machines," Zhang Zhiyu felt more and more weak, his body gradually weakened, every part was so tired, he felt that he would melt into a viscous liquid, flowing down his deflated clothes, "There's no need, I just want to know the truth." ”

God, why is he so gentle? Why don't they try to kill themselves? The halo gradually crystalline, agitating, jumping, Zhang Zhiyu raised his eyebrows slightly, and his vision had already blurred. Maybe everything was a dream. Maybe life is a dream. Clasped tightly to his eyes, he was firmly bound to the droplets, and he feared the droplets slip across his face, falling towards the soft leather, gently sliding down the streamlined seat, and the raindrops crashed against the metal floor that emitted a slight heat, and evaporated without a trace.

He didn't understand what he was crying for.

Listening to Wang Jianyu's deep exhalation and inhalation, the air did not go directly to the depths of his body, but it was so steady, he even hoped that the steel body would tightly wrap every inch of his skin, and the blue light would flicker between the warm and soft metal particles, which was as deep as the breath.

Listening to the hissing friction of the girl's hair behind her, the long purple hair that poured like a waterfall fell along with the delicate breathing. Tears finally broke through the barrier of the wall, like those tides, surging out. He sobbed silently. He wanted the person surrounded by that strand of hair to be himself.

"Shh

Zhang Zhiyu listened to Wang Jianyu's gentle onomatopoeia, but his body twitched even more, he didn't want others to notice the changes in his emotions, he hoped that only he could bear to face this sorrow.

"Then we're going to the airport. From what I've observed, no matter what happens to other cities in the world, most of the flying machines here are intact, and if they are damaged, it's because of the lizards' cannibalism, and the machines haven't set foot there yet, and it seems that they are prepared specifically for the city.

"As I said beforehand, this time, we might run for nothing, but it's more likely that we won't go back. If you are not ready to die, I will escort you to a relatively safe area, and then we will go to that coordinate together. ”

"No, we can't sit here if we fear death."

"The decisions she makes, the decisions I make."

When I opened my eyes, the thin film of tears only moistened the dry desert of my eyes, and my head seemed to have lost its support, gently colliding with the car window, and my eyes could no longer focus, scattering into the center of the dilapidated neighborhood, looking at them gradually blurring into gray-white lines that hurriedly skimmed by.

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Zhang Zhiyu walked, he was just walking alone, he didn't know why he pushed open the door, why he left the safety of his home, why he walked among the streets where the demons danced.

Now he knows.

The sky was a deep gray blue, so low, so close, yet so far away. It was as if he was going to fall into the blue abyss at any moment, helplessly watching the land quickly converge and disappear without a trace, leaving him permanently lost in deep space.

He longed to embrace death.

The once splendid new district is now only ruined. Wide, concrete-and-metal streets are now dusty and shiny in tatters.

The endless man-made lake that winds along the street has died, a large area has dried up, and the scorched carcasses of dolphins lie there in all directions, but they are surprisingly soft, as if they were just sleeping, immersed in sweet dreams, surrounded by stars like auroras, which are still blooming, until the last trace of energy has also faded, and those rays of light will gradually fade away.

The ancient trees are dead, a hundred meters high, the towering and prosperous trees from the age of the dinosaurs have finally withered, but they are still standing, still unyielding with their delicate branches to support the heavy branches and leaves, and tenaciously support the remnants of those who have long since died, although they have passed away with those branches and leaves.

He embraced death, hoping that the Grim Reaper would extend its arms to him in the same way.

The lizards are at war.

Zhang Zhiyu was silent, silently walking through the streets of the scuffle. The lizards wielded primitive weapons, fighting, screaming, roaring, many ruins were burning, the flames were surging, and they were constantly rushing towards the dim sea overhead, rising and swaying, but slowly extinguishing as they rose, and from time to time there were explosions, and the ground shook slightly.

So he just walks, walks in the last days, goes to the end, goes to death.

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Blankly looking out the window at the wreckage that was hurrying by.

The sleepless new city finally fell asleep.

However, Zhang Zhiyu felt that he had finally woken up, and it was emotion.

.

Why?

He wielded his rifle and sucked on his cigar desperately, pressing the spicy breath straight into his gut.

He longed to die, but did not have the courage to kill himself.

The blood was still overflowing, and the fire was still soaring to the sky.

But these do not belong to him.

Why?

Zhang Zhiyu relaxed his elbows and stared incredulously at the hissing and burning cigar, the muscles in his joints aching.

He threw down the sticks of white smoke, and the sparks in his face burst out in all directions in that instant, carrying with them the white ashes that were torn apart.

He didn't want to die here and dissipate into the void.

He didn't want to live anymore, and he was silent day after day, looking at the men and women laughing or mourning, watching the scarlet wheel of light rise and sink every day.

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Behind him, there was the laughter of Pei Dawei and Zhao Nifei, those whispers and agitation, but they were surprisingly vibrant. Zhang Zhiyu had to be sincerely happy for it, he felt that his forehead was slightly tight, and his eardrums were roaring, but what else? That's the voice of life. For the first time, he felt a warm current spreading from his ribcage to his entire torso. He exhaled softly, briefly, but he could not let go, and the warmth of sorrow burst from his temples.

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Zhang Zhiyu gently walked through the six-story building in front of him, through the scattered rubble, flying sand, stepping through the corpse-strewn streets, and the shattered gates. Dazing at the rows of lavish counters, nothing under the shattered glass, numbly sweeping over the corpses everywhere, releasing the smell of burning. Climbing up the staircase sparkled with gems and gold, the jewelry store was empty, and he wouldn't be surprised if there had been a big war here.

Blasting open blocked gates, sirens hissing, rooftops. The sun was still so dazzling, the dull blue was still so silent and thorough, but the sky was getting darker and darker.

The storm is coming.

He walked along a series of rooftops, nightclubs, casinos, cinemas, jewelry stores, gun shops......

Finally, exhausted, he dragged himself to the edge, set up his rifle, and lay down gently in a comfortable position to look below.

In the traditional cold-weapon era wars, there will never be any tricks. Even if it were modern intelligence wielding primitive weapons, it wouldn't make a difference. It's just a simple fight, the advantage turns into a disadvantage, the disadvantage turns into an advantage, repeated loops, a simple turnaround, a counterattack, and there is no lack of a few overwhelming advantages, a quick and quick end to the duel, or an unexpected counter-kill.

A strong and abnormal lizardman, coagulated blood, left brown and yellow marks on the old hockey mask, took off his shirt, only put on a bulletproof vest, the perfect muscles bulged high, and even agitated the back of the vest, and the daunting fist was much bigger than ordinary people, even if it was clenched. He wielded a roaring chainsaw with ease, pressing in on him, and in contrast, his opponent was so thin that he staggered and fled, even having to throw away his bat full of iron nails. He was gradually pushing the other party into a corner of the rubble.

When the skinny lizard finally fell, Zhang Zhiyu caught a glimpse of the small * in his hand, and the fingers pressed on the trigger unconsciously relaxed.

Metal collides and sparks fly.

The high-speed spinning chain screamed, the chainsaw shattered by the bullet, and the flying blades rounded the two lizards, rubbing a halo between the collapsed ruins.

However, he didn't have a chance to fire a second bullet, and the lizardman's iron fist struck him straight into the jaw.

Zhang Zhiyu stared at the body that was paralyzed, and the pistol that was black in the sunlight slid down gently, slapping small clusters of dim ashes.

Pull the trigger without hesitation.

The bullet tore through the air all the way, and at the moment when the elbow was still pressed diagonally upward, the head exploded like a watermelon, and the skull, brain tissue, and blood followed the trajectory of the bullet and smashed into the scarred wall in front of it.

The lizard's body was still supported, and he didn't want to admit the fact that his consciousness was dead, but his arm seemed to lose its strength in an instant, and it fell down, its fingers slowly curled up, and then, its knees collapsed involuntarily, and after all, the majestic body still fell to its knees, and the shocking cross-section of the neck was visible.