Zhang Zhiyu's life is almost addicted to the Internet.

The system perfectly recreates the earth before World War III, a world that is ridiculously beautiful, but extremely sad under the poignant exterior. He had few friends in the traditional sense of the word, only a few children who lived together in the prison-like building. In reality, they can barely meet each other, and their lives are not related to each other. Children are constantly under surveillance, and not even in the toilets and bathrooms can fight for a moment of freedom.

But in the network, everyone is happily immersed in that heavenly world.

The shadow of the earth exists only in images and words.

Sun Haowen is one of the children, an African race, and the last living person Zhang Zhiyu is familiar with. They changed their names to Chinese characters instead of numeric codes, which were randomly selected by a computer.

"Why don't I buy a goddamn car?" Zhang Zhiyu muttered to himself. In the streets, zombies fight each other, fires spread everywhere, and firefighting robots buzz across the sky. The air was sweltering, and he had to walk to Sun Haowen's house, where the shadows were hidden in the dim sunlight all the way. Dodging the black grains of sand that spread into the clouds.

"He raped and killed those women," Zhang Zhiyu chuckled, but the smile was just a twitch of facial nerves, "hiding underground." ”

The sound of footsteps, every step seems to set off a big wave, the zombies are fighting * the new area, turning into ruins, the sound is the sound of the city's remnants helplessly colliding.

It was a female lizardman, dressed in a night gown, running like crazy with her head hanging down, as if she had just woken up from a big dream, and from time to time she bared her teeth and shook her scaly cheeks with all her might.

Zhang Zhiyu made up a shot in its head.

Zhang Zhiyu killed many lizardmen along the way. They all carry ancient, primitive weapons. For example, iron chains tied to stones, broken metal clubs, maces decorated with broken glass...... These "weapons" may seem inconspicuous, but they are actually extremely lethal. For example, the "glass" is actually a crystal-clear polymer, extremely tough, but extremely hard, and if it touches the head, the head will shatter like an egg.

Zhang Zhiyu thought of these lizards fighting for their lives but couldn't open the damaged safety lock, and grinned arrogantly again, laughing silently.

Zhang Zhiyu approached the zombie that had fallen to the ground, and it was constantly twitching. As his shadow hid the sunlight, it lifted its eyeless half-head and hissed with difficulty.

"Phew," Zhang Zhiyu spat the mucus from his lungs at it, through the non-existent half of the skull, slid through the shattered jaw, and stuck to the exposed fangs.

Jang Ji-woo shook his head and pulled the trigger until the bastard couldn't twist anymore.

He recognized the zombie. It is a genetically modified*, a twilight official covets her flesh. It once showed off its perfect body to Zhang Zhiyu and Sun Haowen under the dim lights of a nightclub. Unfortunately, Sun Haowen's breathing became short, and his strong body began to writhe unnaturally. In the next few hours, he disappeared, and Zhang Zhiyu poured a large amount of wine with a blushing face.

Perhaps, it was a sleepless night of revelry, and eventually, everyone fell asleep groggily. When I woke up, I looked at each other's raised cheekbones, covered with dark green scales.

Zhang Zhiyu looked at the torn dress that was congealed with brown and yellow blood.

"Your footsteps are too loud,*." Zhang Zhiyu told it openly.

Maybe these inferences are all nonsense, but whatever?

Zhang Zhiyu was surprised to find that the zombie was recovering quickly. The cell divides so fast that he picks up a piece of concrete with sharp edges, cuts off the zombie's head with all his might, and kicks it far away.

"What the, it's amazing." Jang Ji-woo muttered to himself, he didn't want to watch the zombie continue to slowly reorganize from the neck. He lit another cigar and took a voracious puff.

The first time Zhang Zhiyu watched erotic holography was like at the age of 9, Sun Haowen's invitation, and that primitive joy lasted for a long time. Although Zhang Zhiyu does not like women's body structure, Sun Haowen is always obsessed with it.

Zhang Zhiyu took drugs for the first time at the age of 16, and he was addicted to the world after drug use. Those compounds were not addictive, but they were extremely harmful to the body, and it was not until Zhang Zhiyu found himself skinny at the age of 17.

Although it is not as deadly as the drugs of the old days, the temptation of happiness is unmatched.

When drugs were beautifully packaged and placed on the metal counter as a legitimate business, Zhang Zhiyu desperately quit his deadly addiction.

An all-black, angular car sped from behind him, crushing a field of golden rags, and the engine roared. Zhang Zhiyu reflexively turned around and dodged behind the ruins, and raised his pistol in the gap.

The car approached, and from the outside there was nothing to be seen through the black glass. The car's spherical wheels spun in a circle, changed to sideways, and drifted behind Zhang Zhiyu, scattering fragments of the building and covering the dust. Zhang Zhiyu coughed hard, and a piece of concrete bounced off and hit the pistol, accompanied by a few sparks, and it popped far away.

The doors opened, revealing intricate new metal parts inside, and the humans inside the car were wearing leather clothes, smoking cigarettes, spitting clouds, and the car's exhaust fan system kept the air fresh.

The man patted the passenger seat, "Come on, I'm glad to see a living person." "He was fat, but strong, with a healthy wheat-skinned face, a face full of jagged stubble, and a somewhat sharp intonation, which stood up firmly.

Zhang Zhiyu's mind was full of many thoughts, and while he was thinking about what he was going to do with the trolley, he was thinking about what this human was doing, and at the same time, he discovered this, and examined his own thinking like an outsider.

After a few seconds, he decided that it was a conspiracy related to skin color, a murder, and he laughed at himself, fumbled and grabbed his pistol, and stood up as if he didn't mind, his left hand gently gripping the overturned rubble, his right hand behind his back, clutching the weapon tightly.

The Ku Klux Klan, the Golden Bullet, the Humans.

7th century ago, 2nd century ago, contemporary.

Europe, America, China, Global.

Blacks, blacks, humans.

Interracial discrimination, horrific persecution and killing. They have never gone away, but have been hidden to varying degrees. When a spark erupts, it explodes the entire forest.

"That's not wise." The man's mocking voice rang out, "Look, I'm not armed. I just want to help you. He raised his hands, and they were empty.

"Okay." Zhang Zhiyu raised his eyebrows, showed his pistol, raised it high, the muzzle of the gun tilted upward, and hooked it with only two fingers.

"It's so rare." He scoffed.

Zhang Zhiyu had to sit in the car and then retracted his legs. He knew he had to get into the car no matter what. The doors automatically close, turn longitudinal, and drive forward.

"What's your name?" At this time, the picture screen of the control car is constantly changing colors, but the human hand is far away from the virtual board suspended on the control surface, "Call me Wang Jianyu, a Chinese citizen." ”

"Zhang Zhiyu." Zhang Zhiyu spat out the rest of the cigar, he glanced out the window, and felt that no matter what happened, it was better not to provoke him.

Zhang Zhiyu pressed the body of the gun with five fingers casually.

"It's still good." Wang Jianyu did not scruple and picked up the cigarette. The sudden movement prompted Zhang Zhiyu to turn his head to look at him, and the index finger on the trigger was slightly forced.

"What's wrong?" After a few seconds, Wang Jianyu grinned. Zhang Zhiyu laughed. Wang Jianyu's smile is very sunny and has a big grin, which is a standard American smile, and the advantage is that it is easy to build a sense of trust.

"By the way, just tell me where you're going, and I have nothing to do." Wang Jianyu put the cheap cigarette in his mouth again and took a big puff, "Those fools can't destroy this car." You don't want to shrink either, do you? Otherwise, you won't be wandering around with a loaded gun. ”

"It's going to take more than 10 minutes to keep moving forward." Zhang Zhiyu took out his pocket, found that there was no cigar left, frowned, he had a lot of questions, but wisely, it was not worth taking such a big risk to ask.

"Oh?" Wang Jianyu sped up the car as he spoke, so fast that the scenery on both sides of the car was almost blurred. "So what?"

"Hehe," Zhang Zhiyu looked forward, "that's amazing." Don't forget that there will be ruins blocking the network. He looked at the interior of the car and connected it to the global network. The Internet was still available, and he was surprised to find that it cost tens of millions to get this car, which did not match his clothes and the poor cheap cigarettes. "You're certainly not from this area." He muttered to himself.

"It's on autopilot." Wang Jianyu was inexplicably colder, and said in a low voice in a cold tone, every note was full of power, like the low breath of a sleeping lion.

Zhang Zhiyu looked out the window, stopped talking, and then observed his actions in a reflective light, only to find that the destination flashed by. "Hey, stop." Sun Haowen's house is not a popular style, not even a modern style, it is a centuries-old building, those small towns far from the big cities, and the light colors are especially conspicuous in the buildings of all colors.

Wang Jianyu stopped the car and opened the door. Zhang Zhiyu got out of the car, "Aren't you coming?" Zhang Zhiyu asked.

"Phew, you go in and find it yourself, it's none of my business." Wang Jianyu said viciously.

"Also, what do you do?" Zhang Zhiyu asked, grabbing the car door.

"A comedian in New York." Wang Jianyu waved his finger.

"New York is dead to a laugher." Zhang Zhiyu said to himself.

He passed the identity and walked alone through a narrow and bumpy marble path, where verdant weeds grew unkemptly and natural wildflowers were colorful and pastel colors dotted with lush green. Now they are all dead, yellow and shriveled, stiff and broken at the waist, or simply shattered, turning into crumbs and whirling in the wind.

The gray and gloomy sky roared.

Rainstorms are coming.

Several corpses lay across the weeds of yesteryear, thick blood splattering between the blades of grass, shattering fragile bodies and crushing the hardened zombies. Intense yellow shimmers between withered yellow, with the grayish-white glow of dark clouds.

Zhang Zhiyu continued to walk forward.

The remains of a giant dog hung upside down in the enclosure, hidden in the side wall of the house, its body split in two, its scorched green hair like those withered grass, and its charred entrails swaying and trembling in the mud. He wasn't sure when it lost consciousness, if it died a split second when it was cut by the current, or if it was writhed to death in agony under the double blow of the virus and the electricity.

Perhaps it wished to end its pain, smelled the vigorous heat of the fence, and leaped to its feet, swarming to the noose of the current.

Door.

No one answered, even a simple "fuck off".

Zhang Zhiyu turned his head and looked at the Chinese man at the end of the road.

He leaned lightly against the car, and the cigarette curled up purple smoke that blurred his face.

Wang Jianyu beckoned from afar, as if to encourage, maybe just urging.

Zhang Zhiyu took a deep breath, and a faint worry gradually permeated his heart.

Sun Haowen's house seems to be intact and has not been affected by the war. In contrast, it seems that only his own house is "pure and natural".

Push the door in.

The door was unlocked, and it was hidden, leaving a shallow gap, as if waiting for someone to arrive.

And the fence is electrified.

Shadows and shadows, the sun is gray, pouring in from the left, lazily scattering. The wallpaper is dark green, inlaid with off-white stripes twisted into the bones of huge flowers. The light struggled to climb the wall on the right, but abruptly stopped halfway through, casting shadows over the window frames.

It's business as usual.

"Would you like a drink?"

Zhang Zhiyu imagined Sun Haowen, dressed in a nightgown, with his perfect chest muscles exposed, carrying wine, spreading his arms, and walking straight into the sun, the wine bottle shining.

Redwood tables and chairs, labyrinthine walls shade the sunlight and hide them in the darkness.

Zhang Zhiyu was silent, shuttling between the shadows.

The staircase to the second floor, also surrounded by walls. On the right, there is another closed wooden door.

Second floor, sunny and sunny.

Sun Haowen dragged his fluffy gray slippers and took turns to open the heavy dark silver curtains, the warm sunlight softly sprinkled the whole room, and the white golden light lit up the translucent white tiles.

Zhang Zhiyu unknowingly picked up the pistol.

Silent, except for the faint electromagnetic collision of old-fashioned appliances, buzzing.

"Why don't you do some security? How can you not use modern equipment?" Zhang Zhiyu roared angrily, roaring angrily, his voice trembling.

"So you want me to hire some soldiers too? They can crash you at any moment! Why don't you think about it!" Sun Haowen tried to restrain his emotions, but his eyes were slightly red, "This is my house, I can do whatever I want!"

The clock hands clicked and moved.

The shades of brown, red and beige, the corridor is not narrow, about five meters away, about two meters wide, the sunlight creeps in along every window, and every piece of furniture is brilliant, but it is extremely natural. At the foreground is a floor-to-ceiling window with a simple and crisp metal frame that blends in with the splashing light.

The doors are mostly closed, but they slide inward with the "click" of the doorknob.

With a piercing roar, the lizardman pounced on him with teeth and claws, wearing Sun Haowen's pajamas, leather-like scales layered on top of each other, dagger-like fangs clattered into each other, chaotic brown and yellow eyes suddenly shone with balls of light, and the pitch-black pupils suddenly shrank into a flat oval.

But he wasn't.

In the darkness, lamps and pillows lurk silently, and beyond that, there is nothing.

"Sun Haowen, where have you been?"

Zhang Zhiyu muttered to himself, sitting gently at the head of the bed, the pistol rolling down between the silky indigo, rippling with a trace of ripples.

He is not worried about Sun Haowen, to be precise, he is doubting the purpose of "Wang Jianyu". Between races, that feeling can never be erased, it just gets suppressed. But nuclear war destroys the peace and tacit understanding that have been built up for thousands of years. Contempt easily burns with hatred, and it is an unstoppable flame.

Over the decades, as civilization was rebuilt, this primitive emotion was once again repressed. It has plummeted with various factors, education level, or interest relationships, and only a bright smile like the sunshine of the new district remains.

The nuclear bomb carrying the virus exploded again.

The protection of civilization then crumbled and dissipated like smoke.

He didn't know what was going to happen.

Countless slender filaments of light were like spider webs, transparent at first, and the moment they accidentally skimmed the door, they briefly blocked the light source like dust. As they gradually condensed into a faint blue light, he finally noticed the dazzling optical fibers flying in the sky.

Fiber optics stacked, swirled, twisted, and they overlapped, turning and docking from every corner of this primitive room, outlining the shape of a human being. The fiber trembled violently, and every inch began to roll like the waves of the sea.

The facial features are clearly visible.

That's Sun Haowen, dressed casually.

"Hi Zhang Zhiyu, I'm on my vacation right now, please don't look for me, no matter what happens, I won't be coming back, thank you."

"What the is this?" Sun Haowen's image stayed at the last second, with a bright smile on his face, which was almost to his ears.

Zhang Zhiyu stared at the folded muscles of Sun Haowen's cheeks in a daze, and they were twisted by the smile.

He didn't know what was going to happen.

Wang Jianyu may just be a "love person", and they can't wait to split the five horses of the "Severson Remnants". Zhang Zhiyu still remembers the "riot" in the center of the seventh block two years ago, when poor "citizens of the AI country" roared into the streets for an American film. It's just some hacker who hacked into the network in the heart of the Seventh Block.

Perhaps Wang Jianyu is just afraid of his "comrades".

When he understands what Sun Haowen will do after he leaves?

For the first time, Zhang Zhiyu carefully observed the structure of the building, desperately connecting with the fragments of memory. Of course, the result is certain death.

As soon as the power grid is turned off, the remains of the giant dog will crash to the ground, and then a shuttle bullet will hissed and pounce on the "living target" in mid-air, blooming with large scarlet blood flowers, and the bone tissue will scatter and crumble.

There is no other way in and out of the house.

The house has no rest of the protection.

Maybe Wang Jianyu had already sensed something, maybe he was hiding somewhere, holding the weapon, waiting for the right moment.

Do what?

The bullet would shatter his legs, leaving a stump that he would slaughter in the ten minutes that he had run out of blood.

Wang Jianyu sat on the angular front end of the car, his assault rifle resting on his chest, the mist of cigars filling his cheeks, and his dark viewing glasses looming in the gray and blue.

He's still waiting.

.

"How?" Wang Jianyu jumped out of the car, slightly lowered his glasses, and looked at Zhang Zhiyu who was dragging his feet.

"He's gone, he's gone." Zhang Zhiyu put the pistol behind his back and stood upright on the side of the car, "What are you going to do next?" ”

"Get ready to live and work in this place." Wang Jianyu slammed the rifle into the car, showing off the black pistol at his waist as if showing off, and then fell from his clothes to cover it.

"It's ....."

"God knows, we're going to ransack his house." In an instant, Zhang Zhiyu caught a glimpse of those eyes, which were incomparably deep eyes. He turned around and took the lead towards Sun Haowen's house, his pace was fast.

Zhang Zhiyu helped him gently close the car door and followed him.