"They go straight around us, like we don't exist!" Wang Kunzhi turned his head and shouted at No. 28, who was still lying on the ground, "No, I just didn't treat us as targets, but we can still see the two of us!" Also, you should really come and see how the exclusion zone goes! ”

Twenty-eight braced himself with trembling arms, stumbling to his feet, bent over, as if he was going to fall at any moment, he had no armor made of that substance, his overalls were in tatters, strips of light brown rags in the form of a web of light brown rags on his full body, his body could be regenerated endlessly by the virus. Twenty-eight squinted his eyes and a pained expression on his face, as if he was half-asleep. Also because of the virus, Wang Kunzhi himself was not sleepy, but seeing the haggard appearance of the other person, he also subtly felt that the world was spinning.

"I don't give a about the restricted area! I have to sleep! "Twenty-eight's roar wasn't loud, but it was hoarse. With that, he slowly turned around and moved to the block a few hundred meters away from the square.

"You really don't look?" Wang Kunzhi shouted these words, he found that he had some insufficient lung capacity, and the loud shouting made a layer of fine beads of sweat appear on his head and nose and the skin under his nose.

"Fuck it." He cursed weakly and ran to Twenty-Eight, who was dragging his backpack, at a trot not much faster than he could walk.

Wang Kunzhi stumbled upon the "armor" that shone through the gaps in his clothes, which was also made of that substance, made according to instructions when the restricted area network was not completely crazy. It was rudimentary, a jacket with no sleeves, it could be bent but it was so stiff that the wearer could not stand upright forever, and every bend of the spine would be pressed against itself. Now, although the forbidden area has completely disappeared, it has not disappeared with it, and the strange changing light has not decreased sharply, but there are some indescribable characteristics, Wang Kunzhi doesn't know what it is.

"Hey, my clothes ......" Wang Kunzhi caught up with No. 28, and his words were quickly interrupted by No. 28.

"I don't care what your clothes are!" Twenty-eight viciously squeezed the words out between his teeth.

"Okay," Wang Kunzhi's brain was still flexible, "but do you remember what our original intention was?" It's the development of an antidote! And now? The damn forbidden area smashed all the instruments! They slowly crumbled into small pieces in the pit of the demon of that day! Saying that, Wang Kunzhi shook out all the records he had taken, "These are all nonsense, useless!" He yelled the last sentence.

Twenty-Eight's expression changed quite quickly, from surprise to anger to contempt.

"Come on, I just want to fucking sleep!" Twenty-eight muttered this sentence in English.

"Okay, whatever you want." Wang Kunzhi stroked his hair.

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Zhang Zhiyu spit out a large amount of internal organs except for those medicines, and the minced meat paste gushed out of his throat with the juice in his body, and the virus was also trying to repair his body, which undoubtedly prolonged the time to bear the pain, and the pain subsided little by little, but it would last for a long time. The sky was densely populated with stars, bursting with a dull yellow glow, but this did not light up the dark planet, and it was still completely dark outside the car window. But Zhang Zhiyu could imagine the piles of slime-stained pieces piled up next to the tires of the car, and at the same time, the doors were still stained with traces of their flow.

The pain seemed to be over, and many of the pastes were still sticking to the face. This feeling is really disgusting, and it can't be handled in this environment, Zhang Zhiyu looked at his clothes with his spare eyes, and felt that it would be even more disgusting if these objects stuck to his clothes. This sensation has to be rubbed against a rough object, not even by ultrasonic cleaning.

He wiped them off with the back of his hand, and then wiped his hands full of vomit under the seat of Chi Yuyang's car as if no one was around.

Did they wake up? Zhang Zhiyu suddenly thought of this question, since he saw the two of them turn into two zombies behind him in the chaos last night, Zhang Zhiyu has a trace of fear for these two bastards.

Sun Yimeng and Chi Yuyang are still entangled.

Zhang Zhiyu sighed.

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"The smaller the hotel, the safer it is." Wang Kunzhi remembered what Zhang Zhiyu said when he was chatting, although it was just a parrot. Wang Kunzhi instinctively rejects the machine that repeatedly helps the trio, believing that Wang Jianyu is a machine, no different from the robots that hunt him down, and that its program only forces it to think of itself as "Wang Jianyu". But it has an undeniable leadership charisma, and even Wang Kunzhi began to imitate it unconsciously.

"Fuck you! You can just sleep! On the 28th, he was furious and scolded Wang Kunzhi angrily.

Wang Kunzhi remembers what the world was like in the past, where researchers in the restricted area were not prisoners and were free to do whatever they wanted. In the past, the world was shrouded in fog all year round, and for most countries and regions, clear weather did not exist, or perhaps they existed forever before the outbreak of World War III. A white mist with impurities weaves through neat buildings, between dirty alleys. Most of the time, the fog can't even obscure the view of living things, but there comes a time every year when it becomes quite dangerous. A large amount of impurities are flooded in the meantime, and even visible to the naked eye, the dense fog is like a storm, attacking everything, the equipment is damaged, the building is broken, and the society will be temporarily paralyzed during that time. The time period for many horror movies is set at this time.

The 28th blew up everything in front of him, and Wang Kunzhi suddenly felt fear. Twenty-eight is already crazy, and in this case, he can do anything. He pretended he didn't exist, and quietly followed Twenty-Eight.

No. 28 smashed the door of the room closest to him, turned around staggeringly, and aimed the instrument in his hand at Wang Kunzhi.

"Hey...... Hey...... "Wang Kunzhi didn't know what he should do, and instinctively raised his hand that was not holding the weapon.

"You go to another room." Twenty-Eight's voice was hoarse, but it sounded furious.

"Okay, listen to you." Wang Kunzhi compromised, although he didn't want to be in the same room with that madman.

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Zhang Zhiyu breathed a sigh of relief and lay down in his seat.

00.08。 Zhang Zhiyu opened the news interface and prepared to wait for the other two to wake up with nothing to do. The news that was pinned to the top of the first article on the front page caught his attention.

It was a video message posted less than two minutes earlier in the city. Zhang Zhiyu frowned and clicked on this video. The person who shot the video did not say a word, but the voice system indicated everything he thought. He is not seen in the entire video, and he says that he and his two family members are awakened by some eerie lights and apocalyptic noises. In the background, all kinds of terrifying sounds mingle together, like the battlefields of thousands of years BC, and the ever-changing light shines through the closed curtains, like sunlight through thin clouds. The light seemed to have a great attraction to life, just like hypnosis, and Zhang Zhiyu stared at the light intently, unable to move his gaze. Suddenly, he remembered the forbidden area.

Zhang Zhiyu gently lifted his clothes. The armor made of that substance emits the same glow as in the video.

The person filming the video quietly opened a corner curtain, and from the scene that the camera scanned, it can be seen that the room is piled with all kinds of food, buckets of water, and many messy tools.

Intense light shines through the gaping gap, and it takes several seconds for the lens to focus. Then, in the final four seconds or so, the camera unfolds a frenzied dance of demons, the monsters of the forbidden area pouring out of their nests, madly rushing out of the ever-changing building, countless and dazzling, the half-machine, half-zombie bodies of the monsters glowing silver in the light of the forbidden area, and their howls are deafening despite the fact that the building is almost completely soundproofed. The monsters cut straight through all the barricades, destroying everything in their path, and it was clear that they were terrified of the forbidden zone, trying to stay away from it. And in the night sky, in the middle of the building, close to the ground, black storms were raging, and it seemed that a large number of pure black objects formed this deadly crazy storm. The forbidden zone is constantly changing shape, and the cross-section of this huge physahedron is constantly rotating, but it seems to be an illusion of light.

The image abruptly vanishes at this point, and the video ends with a sound similar to the scream coming out of the throat of a dying whale being choked.

As for the speech system, the filmmaker endured incomparable pain, and the only emotion he expressed was fear.

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Wang Kunzhi placed himself between the quilt and the soft mattress, allowing it to cling to his flesh and wrap himself. He let out a long breath, closed his eyes, and fell into darkness. Wang Kunzhi felt himself melt into a semi-congealed liquid, and he was extremely comfortable.

"Alright, fuck off." He thought, preparing to fall asleep and die briefly for hours.

Many strange images flashed through Wang Kunzhi's mind, and he still thought he was very sober. Human beings feel this way when they are extremely tired or when they have just woken up from sleep, thinking that they are awake like never before, but after fainting for a period of time or fully waking up, they find that they are half asleep and doing everything ridiculous, even like another person's style.

More jumbled images and information flashed through his mind, strange variations of his memories and the information he was viewing. Just then, he had a dream.

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This dream was so strange that Wang Kunzhi didn't dare to consider what it meant, but it was definitely not a variant of his own memory, nor was it an image that he had watched in any film or television or literary work.

In front of him was a bright orange-red, slowly blooming and gathering. Wang Kunzhi couldn't see his nose, couldn't feel his body, couldn't control any part of his body, but without any of his thoughts, he felt that everything was very natural and comfortable. This perspective is like a fish's eye, looking at this extremely beautiful scene through a convex lens. He felt like he was part of this endless orange-red universe, and what was the universe made of? Beautiful orange-red liquid. Wang Kunzhi slowly floated in it, watching it bloom and gather.

Bloom.

Gathered.

The orange-red color gradually transformed into a warm darkness, an orange-red darkness that still clings to its body.

As if he had spent eternity, Wang Kunzhi opened his eyes sharply and found himself in a patch of blue. He panicked and tried to move his limbs, but to no avail. The light blue is boundless, Wang Kunzhi no longer waved his arms, his arms naturally and slowly drooped, feeling the buoyancy of these blues, the beautiful and transparent light blue flowed through his fingers like a liquid, like a liquid wrapped around his body, cool and comfortable, penetrating into the tight skin, washing all of Wang Kunzhi.

He noticed strings of dark blue irregular balls that were constantly changing, swaying upwards.

Wang Kunzhi reached out to grab the balls, but they became flattened and slid from between his palms to the sky.

This is the sea.

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Wang Kunzhi woke up, and the world was still shrouded in darkness. Only the blue fluorescent ribbon shows that the hotel system is still operating.

He sighed, recalling the dream he had been a few seconds earlier. Wang Kunzhi didn't know what that meant, but felt that part of the dream, at least part of it was quite familiar, as if it had been reality in the past, and that time was enough to make reality illusory.

(That blow was too big for me yesterday, so if there is too much to express in the future, such as chapter 30, I will break one chapter into multiple chapters.) Revert to the auto-saved chapters, which is not trustworthy at all, and I don't want to risk any more, shit. ）

(There are some things in Chapter 30 that haven't been dealt with well, and I'll find a day to change them.) If you find a loophole in that chapter, don't you see it. ）