Wang Kunzhi is in a dilemma. The three primitive models were slowly approaching in the direction of their bodies, though they were unaware of his presence dozens of meters ahead. In addition to the fact that the original model was so large and clumsy that even a dog could not grasp it, it severely damaged the brain of its predecessor, causing it to greatly reduce its intelligence. Despite this, they are smarter than most subjects. The map loaded more obviously, and Wang Kunzhi could see some details about the red light, probably some experimental object besieging a human on the ground, he was huddled on a private flying machine, half the size of an ordinary jeep, as if it had run out of energy or was damaged, floating in the air and unable to move. Wang Kunzhi was not prepared to get close to that area, whether he could survive after being besieged by a large number of forbidden area monsters could only rely on whether the speed at which the virus in his body reshaped his body was higher than the stomach acid strength of these half-machine monsters.

The neighborhood was only completed in the last four years, and when it was an undeveloped third-tier city, a tenth of it was only a small outskirts of the town. The larger part is the endless farmland between the mountains, with corn, wheat and rice, which at that time fed nearly 10 billion people around the world. Wang Kunzhi knows a small part of the history of the earth, and he thinks it is rather ridiculous that the earth does not develop man-made compressed food that can be produced in large quantities, because that would greatly reduce the benefits of some human beings, and these benefits will come at the cost of the death of a large number of people of the same kind.

A joke.

Wang Kunzhi once tried to understand the history and life of human beings outside the forbidden area through the historical materials of the forbidden area and the textbooks of mankind.

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World War III.

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Doomsday alarm bells are ringing.

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The first nuclear bomb.

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Nuclear explosion.

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Nuclear bomb.

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The end of the world.

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The end of humanity.

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Fortunately, the planet has survived, and humanity has survived, except that much of the land is no longer suitable for crop production, and artificial plants and meat cannot supply the remaining billions of people on the planet.

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Anarchy.

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Brief and unprecedented madness and chaos.

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Researchers around the world have finally invented artificial foods, which are different from those that have been tried and manufactured in the past, their raw materials are extremely cheap, can be produced in large quantities, but they contain all kinds of nutrients necessary for human life, but they taste extremely bad, and long-term consumption can lead to poisoning and terminal illness, and finally tragic death. So in the beginning, only low-class humans would eat them, although low-class humans were not a minority.

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More than ten years later.

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A new Cold War began.

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Something has changed, and most of humanity is in debt, not just the proletariat, but all of humanity has to swallow these white pills to survive.

At least the staff in the exclusion zone don't have to worry about food.

In history textbooks, historians analyze the positive effects of World War III, which led to the unprecedented development of human civilization, taught humanity unity and peace, and even pushed humanity into space in disguise.

The older generation of top-level humans, and all low-level humans, understand that this is shit.

What is a joke? They are there to make jokers happy.

The older generation of the bourgeoisie must understand all this, and they orchestrate this cruel joke.

They are jokers.

The proletariat has to understand all this, they are the most direct victims of all this.

They are the ones who are being joked about.

The smile of the joker is built on the flesh and blood, the pain and the tears of the person being joked.

Wang Kunzhi absentmindedly tried to find other ways to escape from the place, but it turned out that all kinds of chaotic heavy objects blocked the path that was only a few meters wide, and there were other monsters scurrying nearby. The three original models moved along the path, and if they turned the next corner, they would find Wang Kunzhi, and the monsters on the left and right sides of the intersection where Wang Kunzhi was located did not leave. He couldn't escape from any other branch, so he had to move on.

Wang Kunzhi quickly flashed to the corner in front of him, temporarily avoiding the sight of the three monsters. The map moved with the movement of Wang Kunzhi's body, and depicted the details of the buildings on either side. Since the sunlight did not rise to a certain height, the shadows of the building darkened the area. Without that three-dimensional view, Wang Kunzhi would never have noticed that the side wall of the building on the right had been completely hidden in the darkness by its owner, with its square windows and doors opened by its owner.

He ran forward quickly against the wall, and if he reached the next turn, he would be spotted by those monsters, and all the forbidden area monsters would leave the flying machine, turn the target to Wang Kunzhi, tear his body to pieces and swallow it in his stomach.

Wang Kunzhi came to the door, not daring to take another step to the side. It looks like it's a shop, except that the signboard is only a solid silver metal skeleton that supports it. The thickened, dense window glass is clear and translucent, but the interior is pitch black, as if a layer of pure black is cast behind the glass. Wang Kunzhi understood what the owner of the window had done to it, there seemed to be humans or mutants inside, and it blocked the window as a rudimentary protective equipment. It's just that the window pane was burned into a piece of char from the inside out by the shock wave caused by the explosion. Because of Wang Kunzhi's cleanliness habits, the "thoughtful" imaging glasses make him unable to see things as they really are, no matter what they are, they will be countless times more disgusting than what he sees.

The windows are not too high, only about a meter above the ground. Wang Kunzhi stretched out his hand to touch the windowpane, but his fingers went straight through the colorless and pure glass.

"What the!" Wang Kunzhi scolded unconsciously, although the voice was not too loud, but the sense of fear immediately swallowed him. He seemed to hear the roar of a monster for a moment, and Wang Kunzhi quickly jumped towards the "complete" piece of glass, ready to impact.

Nothing happened, and Wang Kunzhi slammed into the mess of debris all over the floor, and the sharp pain that spread from his back throughout his body made him ignore the thin pieces of wood stuck in his arms. He blinked vigorously, regaining his shaky gaze. Wang Kunzhi looked at the window, it was already shattered, it looked like it had been smashed hard by life, attached to the wooden planks nailed to the wall, and now, it was only a circle of fragments less than two centimeters wide.

Wang Kunzhi propped up his body and instinctively let out a sound*. He slapped himself hard.

It looks like it's a grocery store, but in the past, there seems to have been a big war here, the whole store was looted, all the furniture was smashed, and now, the grocery store is only littered with debris and debris. Food and relatively complete items must have been snatched.

"Idiot!" Wang Kunzhi thought and smiled. This must have happened on the first day after the outbreak of the virus, otherwise anyone who has not found out that their bodies do not need to replenish water and nutrients is pure stupidity.

He inadvertently paid attention to the three-dimensional visualization, and saw that the red light had been loaded quite clearly, and every monster could see it clearly. They were probably large herds of genetically modified rats, numbering dozens, each the size of half an adult male, scurrying excitedly under the flying machine, and the humans on that flying machine were running anxiously. The rats did not seem to make a call, and they climbed on top of each other, but for a moment they were unable to catch a flying machine several meters above the ground. Loading the bodies of these monsters delayed the details of the observation map.

"God knows why such a big mouse." Wang Kunzhi thought, he grinned, "Probably doing breeding experiments, ordinary mice are too small to be transformed." But what bastard has the time to modify ordinary insects for experiments? Wang Kunzhi thought of those cockroaches, now they are the most terrifying existence on the entire earth, and the storm composed of thousands of cockroach armies is irresistible.

Wang Kunzhi used his viewing glasses to find the security door to leave the grocery store, and the researchers in the exclusion zone replaced their corneas, making their work easier.

"Fuck shit." After further depicting the details on the map, Wang Kunzhi scolded in a low voice, this sentence combined with several sentences in English, and he put them together to express his emotions. I saw that there were three red bright spots distributed in the corridor outside the security door, which should be three mutants.

Wang Kunzhi had no choice but to gently retreat all the way.

"Hey!" A middle-aged man's voice came from afar, "Help! Don't pretend to be fucking gone! The voice was vague and vague, maybe not like that, but it was pretty much what it meant. The voice was deep and powerful, and it sounded like it was owned by a man of extremely strong stature.

The buildings are quite soundproof, so how does the sound come in? Wang Kunzhi thought about this question, he stayed where he was, not daring to move, only fantasizing that the voice was his own imagination.

After about ten seconds, Wang Kunzhi thought that a few minutes had already passed, and no sound came. "It must be my own auditory hallucinations." Wang Kunzhi thought luckily, loosened the tense body and nerves, and smiled at the corner of his mouth.

Somewhere in the room there was the sound of a heavy object crashing against the glass, shattering the already tattered charred glass, surrounding the glass shards, and crashing into the tiled floor. The entire grocery store seemed to shake, and Wang Kunzhi was stunned and almost fell to the ground.

Rock music plays.

He finally understood that the voice was a muffled conversation.

The shrill howls of the beasts came one after another. Wang Kunzhi's soul was not attached, and a large stream of blood slammed into the blood vessels of his brain, and he was dizzy, and he was knocked to the ground, these screams were enough to pierce the eardrums. The monsters were attracted by the sound, and they finally began to roar.

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I've been crazy for a long time. Zhang Zhiyu thought about it, grinning sickly, revealing an exaggerated and crazy smile. Looking at the contrast, it is clear that the bones of Pei Dawei's whole body were shattered, and many bone fragments pierced out of the skin, like a bonfire wooden frame, with a large amount of flesh and visceral fragments adhered to it, which was a burning flame. The only intact part of this man's body is his head, and God knows how. Pei Dawei lost consciousness, and his skull must have also withstood a violent impact, as if his head was stuck at the very top of the shelf, extremely penetrating.

Zhang Zhiyu's sight has completely recovered, he stood up, picked up the * cannon not far away, and gently walked to the former Zhao Nifei. The situation of this genetically modified girl was even more tragic, she was torn into small pieces by the metal spider and scattered everywhere, her head was still intact, from the jaw onwards on, which parts were attached to the waist-length purple curls that flipped on the hood of the car, bathed in the blood gushing out of a relatively large piece of flesh dozens of centimeters away, which was half of the upper body.

The whole street was full of blood, and the broken Pei Dawei and the scattered remnants of Zhao Nifei tried to combine the pieces of flesh and blood.

Zhang Zhiyu sat next to Pei Dawei, trying to put the broken bones in place, speeding up his recovery, and then speeding up Zhao Nifei's recovery together.

There's still business to be done.

Reality. This word suddenly flashed in Zhang Zhiyu's mind, and it was actually the most difficult thing to distinguish. What is Reality? Zhang Zhiyu will never be able to give the right answer. What the body feels is not necessarily reality, maybe everything is just a dream, a fantasy. In dreams, everything is ridiculous, weird and crazy, but the dreamer does not think it is a dream and cannot detect the madness of the dream. The dreamer may even have feelings and emotions in the dream, pain, numbness, falling, anger, sadness, joy...... Sometimes, you know that you are dreaming, and that thought is ingrained in your brain, like a delusional person in a mental sanatorium, just a rhapsody. What is Reality? In dreams, that world is reality.

Pei Dawei began to rise, his consciousness had not yet fully recovered, more purple-red viscous, blood with blood clots and internal organ fragments gushing out of his mouth, and the speed of bone alignment began to accelerate, which was a good sign.

I'm crazy. This reality may not be a real "reality" at all. The virus allows all life to regenerate endlessly, without having to eat or drink, and can heal no matter how traumatized it is, it's just a matter of feeling. The whole universe is my own crazy imagination, and I will never be able to know what "reality" is, everything, Wang Kunzhi, Wang Jianyu, Sun Yimeng, Chi Yuyang, Pei Dawei, Zhao Nifei...... All the humans I met were just fantasies, just dreams. However, the dream is fleeting, and when I wake up, I can only recall some details.

The early morning breeze gently blew on Zhang Zhiyu's face, the shadow of the building blocked the sunlight, and the air flow brought a slight coolness of comfort.

With a violent cough, Pei Dawei opened his eyes, he coughed up all kinds of tissues in a big gulp, and struggled to support his body, but the bones of his arm broke again.

"Uh......" Zhang Zhiyu hesitated, and gently helped Pei Dawei up, "Do you want to rest for a while?" ”

"No......" Pei Dawei's voice was weak, and blood kept surging up to block what he said, making it indistinct, "Zhao Ni...... Phenanthrene...... This? He intermittently struggled to spit out the characters, "I...... Let's ...... Fight her up. Pei Dawei coughed out the last breath and said the last few words with relief.

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The cyborg rats just let out their screams like screams, and none of the 3D maps tried to crawl into the grocery room. However, the three original models then fled.

"Fuck you stupid bastard," Wang Kunzhi muttered and scolded in a low voice, "It's useless! What do you think! "But what is the tool he uses to smash glass? It occurred to him that he had thought of this.

Explosive rock music burst from another room, tearing through the dead air all the way, a deadly pop song. The roar of the rats was instantly deafening, even overshadowing the music. In the three-dimensional view, a large number of giant rats turn their attention to the grocery store, pouring in like a tidal wave through every gap.

"Oh, shit." Wang Kunzhi muttered and scolded.