China, a dark and cramped room like a space capsule, flashes of footage in a hurry. A human girl and the photographer huddle here, the corners of her mouth slightly open, her almond eyes turned to the camera, her brow slightly furrowed, panicked, frightened, and uneasy. Countless blue dazzling rays of light shone through the windows that were simply blocked by wooden planks, searchlights, orange-red lights jumping, torches. Countless shadows danced on the old and dilapidated blue walls, and the demons danced wildly.

Outside the window, countless terrifying and chaotic roars, like the last screams of a dying whale, shook the sky, intertwined, angry, sad, painful, despair, madness, joy, countless emotions mixed in this symphony of the end of the world. The creak of knives, the clatter of axes and sticks, the clatter of bullets tearing through the air, the tearing of weapons tearing flesh, the whirring of torches, the clatter of unstable electricity, that is the accompaniment of music.

The lizards are exchanging fire.

The tip of one index finger is close to the camera and turns to the girl. She was no more than twenty years old, and she hadn't put on makeup or washed up in a long time.

In a quick turn, you can see that the materials stored in the house have bottomed out, and the discarded food cartons have been placed as the Tower of Babylon. A small room of less than 20 square meters seems to have only three parts: a toilet, a sink, and a bed. The house is not soundproofed at all. It's the center of the neighborhood.

It's been ten minutes since the war began.

The camera presses down, diagonally upward, watching the beams of light pass through the gaps in the planks, the nails fixed are rusted, and the protagonist of the video is slowly approaching the window step by step, overcoming fear.

The camera rises quietly, and through the gap in the plank, the protagonist's hands are supported by one of his hands on the window frame.

Outside the window, the sudden light instantly blurred the lens, focused, and the scene of dozens of lizardmen fighting gradually became clear, machetes, fire axes, daggers, hammers, cutters, sticks inlaid with rusty iron nails and shattered glass, fruit knives, kitchen knives, electric drills, chainsaws, chain saws, and more than a dozen lizardmen sniped in the distance with firearms. Every second, more than a dozen lizards fell, and more than a dozen lizards stood up, they exerted their regenerative ability to the extreme, the small square had already been bleeding, and three searchlights launched dazzling pillars of light in the distance, hitting the battlefield in front of them, like an absurd stage play.

The lizards screamed and screamed, and pounced on the corpses, the stumps still writhing, none of the monsters remained intact, they kept falling, they kept getting up, the old severed arms were not connected to the shoulders, and the new arms were growing. Corpses are everywhere, knives and axes collide, chaotic, like a battlefield in the age of cold weapons, grotesque and crazy.

In the darkness in the distance, there were countless shining bright spots, and tongues of fire swept in, shattering everywhere they went.

The whole battle, each battalion, was brutal and ruthless.

The first lizard flew out with an axe and cut off the arm of the other lizard, and then was disemboweled by a machete, and the fourth lizard swung a wooden stick and smashed the second lizard's head, and the eyes flew sideways, but the fifth lizard flew in and grabbed the pistol, and then was pounced on by three lizards at the same time, shooting upwards indiscriminately, and the fingers were torn off one by one, and then, four more lizards pressed over, desperately snatching the small black shiny pistol.

The old chainsaw* roared loudly, but its owner was pierced through the head by a distant bullet, and its fat head was shattered like a watermelon, and the chainsaw instinctively fell, but cut itself in half. More than a dozen lizards frantically rushed forward to fight for the chainsaw, completely ignoring that the chainsaw had been turned on, and several lizards pressed below screamed and made full contact with the blade, and the corpses separated, and then, the lizards' heads exploded.

Another chainsaw, roaring and pressing against the lizards fighting for guns, the bodies of four or five lizards broke at the same time, but the owner of the chainsaw was pierced by an awl, and more than a dozen knives were inserted into its body at the same time.

The two lizards had just tacitly dismembered the other lizardman, and one of them picked up the scythe and pierced the "partner's" head.

A burning object, slowly falling from directly above the view, does not attract much attention, however, the flames engulf everything in an instant.

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This concludes the video.

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"How?" Xu Jiyang smiled, "Are Americans crazy?" Which country is crazier? ”

"Just because of this shit that interrupted me to fight the king?" After a few seconds of silence, Zhang Hengyuan almost roared.

"There's no need to be angry." Xu Jiyang shrugged his shoulders that were curled into a ball, "I apologize." He began to speak in English.

"Speak Chinese!" Zhang Hengyuan had already roared.

"Don't lose control." Xu Jiyang said in Chinese.

"Damn," Zhang Hengyuan picked out a cigarette from the drawer of the small table, lit it awkwardly, and stuffed it into his mouth, "Actually, I really wish that you two would become lizards, so that I could monopolize them." ”

Xu Jiyang moved his body and carefully sat on the couch opposite, the sofa sank seriously, and quickly glanced at the steel plate nailed to the wall, "Who doesn't want to." I hope you two mutated. He glanced at the curved surface of the couch with seeming distress.

Zhang Hengyuan swept Xu Jiyang up and down, pursed his lips and burst into laughter.

Xu Jiyang buried his head between his arms and laughed helplessly.

"Really," Zhang Hengyuan looked at the ticking white clock, "How long has Ma Zhenxin been there?" ”

"I don't know," Xu Jiyang looked at the small white plastic clock hanging at the door with some confusion, "I was playing never-ending at that time." ”

"Single-player games, fucking I've never heard of them." Zhang Hengyuan sneered, "I didn't wake up at that time." ”

"Really, you should have fun too. Demons in the trenches of WW1. Xu Jiyang continued to stare at the small bell, "Sooner or later, you will be bored." Maybe we'll play all the single-player games. ”

"Maybe." Zhang Hengyuan put on his imaging glasses again, crossed his arms and lay down on the sofa, "I have only played Flesh and Blood and Silent Hill 7 in stand-alone games, although it is a waste of time, but it is really fun." Sometimes, I'd rather watch explainer videos or go through the game. ”

"We're just going to kill time." Xu Jiyang also put on his glasses, "I'll continue to go to the trenches to see if I can escape or something." ”

After a few seconds of silence, the two of them lay on the sofa, facing the sky on their backs.

"Ma Zhenxin's single-player game is really interesting." Zhang Hengyuan was the first to break the silence, and his voice was not much louder than a buzzing mosquito.

Xu Jiyang unconsciously covered his face and sneered in a low voice.

Zhang Hengyuan couldn't hold it back any longer, and burst into laughter.

Xu Jiyang laughed like a madman.

"games." At the end, Zhang Hengyuan finally said a complete sentence, but his body still trembled unconsciously.

"Alright, don't bother me, I'm playing." Xu Jiyang finally regained his composure, and as he spoke, he moved his body briefly.

"Who isn't." Zhang Hengyuan grunted.

There was silence, except for the faint ticking of water droplets.

"The faucet isn't turned off." Xu Jiyang coughed lightly a few times and said.

"Wait, I can't get down, did you hear me wrong?" Zhang Hengyuan muttered hurriedly.

The two remained silent.

The sound of water droplets never sounded again.

"Maybe I misheard." Xu Jiyang's voice sounded dejected.

Zhang Hengyuan did not answer.

Silence.

"Really, Ma Zhenxin...... Will you encounter any ......" Xu Jiyang asked, his tone extremely weak, more like talking to himself.

"No, it's a ship, there's almost nothing to destroy it." Zhang Hengyuan seemed impatient, but he also contained a hint of worry.

"Oh...... Is it? Xu Jiyang muttered to himself and continued to throw himself into the trenches.

"By the way, won't those locusts destroy the ship?" Xu Jiyang asked again, his voice getting deeper and lower.

"No, it won't." Zhang Hengyuan also seemed to have lost confidence, and said breathlessly, "Impossible, and those seem to be cockroaches." ”

"Cockroaches can fly?" Xu Jiyang then asked, but he didn't wait for an answer.

Dead.

"I've been thinking," Zhang Hengyuan finally spoke, "if we continue to nest in this steel prison, we will go crazy like the lizardmen in those two videos." ”

"It's full of danger out there," Xu Jiyang said silently, as if he was just comforting himself, "We won't go crazy, don't forget, the outside is already a world of monsters, lizards and machines, no longer ours, no more." ”

"Wait for Ma Zhenxin to come back......" Zhang Hengyuan fell silent halfway through his words, he took off his eyes, "We'd better get out of here before everyone collapses, at least breathe." ”