Yin Jie didn't know the old man's name, and he had never seen the other party.

He just felt that the person was familiar, and there was an indescribable closeness. Every time that face appeared in his mind, Yin Jie would inexplicably calm down, and then a faint melancholy would arise.

Go to sleep!

I'm going to go back on my mission tomorrow!

……

It wasn't a quiet night. In different places, different things are happening.

He's been running.

That question has been haunting my mind for a long time, and I can't find an answer.

Who am I?

Earthquakes can destroy everything, and no one can stop it. Except to get out of the danger zone of imminent collapse as quickly as possible, whatever you do is wrong.

God knows why there are so many cars on the highway. They huddled together like a group of children grabbing the placket of their teammates in front of them and playing eagle and chick. The queue was very long, more than a dozen kilometers away, densely packed, and became a special and terrifying scenery in the night.

After walking a section, another section.

More muscles are growing from the joints of the bones than before. They encased the bones in them, and some fresh soft body tissue appeared. This is a good thing, muscles represent strength, and ligaments pull the body to make more complex movements. I can go further and safer.

Scattered encounters with many mutated creatures, who don't even look at him, as if he doesn't exist at all, or just transparent air. These corpses make sounds that sound like roars, but have different syllables. His hearing organs were dull and he could barely make out the sound of "ahhh It felt like someone was holding a horn, covering the mouth of the horn with a thick cloth, and yelling into his ears.

It was late at night, and the corpse was gone.

Do they sleep?

Do they need a break?

He thought it was pitiful and ridiculous. Maybe I'm stupid, or maybe the world is changing too fast. In short, everything he sees, hears, and feels is true.

A swaying figure appeared in front of him.

That's a survivor.

The guy was carrying a large bag and holding a crowbar in his hand, and was busy going back and forth between the wreckage of cars. It's not useless, it's just a matter of luck, and as long as you get food and water, it's worth the extra hard work.

He didn't hesitate to pounce.

The visual effect is not so strong, he can only barely see the body of the survivor, but he can't even tell whether the other party is male or female. But it didn't matter, his chance to appear was just right, and the survivors never dreamed that there was a terrible murder hidden in the depths of the darkness. He screamed, the crowbar in his hand smashed and threw at all odds, but he couldn't get rid of the monster lying on top of him, biting out his throat.

He's not a murderous corpse.

He had only bones in his body, few muscles, and no skin.

A small, glowing bug flew in from afar, hovering over the two men who were scuffling each other. Its round ass glows faintly, dispelling a little of the darkness and allowing the eyed survivors to see the terrifying reality.

He has eyes.

But what kind of eyes are they?

In the dark, deep eye sockets, two small white masses wriggled. It's like two fat maggots, sucking on the surface of food. The surface is covered with red bumps, which are small dots, or fleshy spines.

He doesn't have a nose.

But his teeth were sharp and sharp, biting my throat and devouring the blood in my body.

The blow of the crowbar was so heavy and hard that it smashed his shoulders and broke his leg bones, and his knee joint split in half, and he could no longer support his body, so he collapsed with a "bang".

He didn't give up. The strength of the hands increased, and the hands, almost made of bone, were inserted into the survivor's shoulders, touching the opponent's bones, reaching between the shoulder blades and collarbones, and holding him firmly.

The survivor was screaming all the time, and the pain was almost driving him crazy. He cursed in the most vicious words, appealed to all the gods he could think of, and then cursed the respectable fellows in order. It's simple: they didn't do anything, and no so-called "miracles" appeared. I'm still being held by this monster that came out of the darkness, sucking blood and maybe eating my flesh.

He sucks blood slowly, very slowly.

He has no masseter muscles, no tongue, and relies entirely on the biting process between the mandible and the teeth, squeezing the blood out of the prey's neck little by little. This makes it less susceptible to death for the survivor and exacerbates his painful process. When his knee shattered and fell to the ground, he was afraid that the prey that he had managed to catch would escape, so he simply shook his body vigorously, used the broken leg bone as a weapon, and slammed it into the survivor's soft abdomen from the side.

That's the equivalent of a very long knife, or a spear.

The poor survivor was rolling on the ground, and he heard the monster being crushed by his own body on the road, and it was crisp, like a bone hitting the ground.

That's not as if, but as if.

He was originally a flesh and blood skeleton.

The screams could be heard far away in the night.

His luck was good, and there were no murderous corpses. Maybe it's too far away, or maybe those mutated monsters are already full and sleeping.

The survivors didn't last long, and eventually couldn't get rid of the attackers on their bodies. He was depleted of his physical energy, and the last oxygen in his lungs was depleted. By the end, he was completely immobile and unconscious.

The process of sucking blood from him was strange, more like soaking bones in blood. This weird way of eating makes him look like a sponge of the opposite sex.

As the sun rises over the horizon, the eclipse continues.

Midday.

Then came the afternoon.

Night is coming again.

The survivor's body had shriveled, his blood had long since been drained, his head was the first to be repaired, and the importance of his masseter muscles and mouth forced him to concentrate all his food energy. Now you don't need to squeeze anymore, just suck.

Most of the human body is water, and all these fluids are nutrients. He ate very carefully and carefully, and did not even let go of urine.

The survivor was transformed into a mummy, the kind that had not yet been air-dried, but had been drained of water. It doesn't feel very hard to the touch, but it becomes unrecognizable.

The integrity of the head has increased a lot compared to yesterday. Eighty percent, or eighty-five. The eyes have the ability to see at a distance, and the images projected on the surface of the retina are clearer, and even the nose is halfway done.

The brain is the most important part.

A new idea arose: I haven't had enough yet...... Hungry!

It's still the same long-repeated question.

Who am I?

This time, brain cells found a clue to the answer in the dusty memory.

I seem to remember something.

I feel like I'm dead.

Although I can't remember my name, I seem to have the surname "Song".

……

Northwest base.

As the helicopter hatch slid open to the side, Li Jiexin saw a young soldier saluting her.

She was a little surprised, she was at a loss for a while, she didn't know what to do, she subconsciously raised her right hand, and put her fingertips on her forehead in a panic.

The military salute seems to be like this, Li Jiexin is not sure. She'd seen others do it on TV, but she didn't have the experience and seemed a little clumsy.

The soldier turned sideways and made the same move towards the Yellow River. When Tian Guangyao, who was sitting in the innermost part of the cabin, came out, the respect and eagerness on the soldier's face became stronger and stronger.

"Don't be stunned, be natural, forget your previous identity, we are now officers."

Huang He walked up to Li Jiexin, put his arm around her shoulder, leaned close to her ear, and chuckled in a voice that only two people could hear: "Lieutenant colonel officer." ”

Li Jiexin nodded slowly, and she began to understand.

Tian Guangyao was really bold, he changed all the core members of Liu Tianming's team to officers, and they were also very high-level.

Everyone has selfish intentions, and Tian Guangyao is no exception. In the face of the terrible catastrophe caused by the virus infection, everyone is not willing to sit idly by. Whether it is useful or useless, I will do what is most beneficial to me.

As long as Tian Guangyao doesn't tell the truth, no one knows that Huang He and Li Jiexin, the two male and female lieutenant colonels who have just gotten off the plane, are fakes at all.

The soldier's gaze at Li Jiexin was a little burning.

Along the way, everyone he met along the way expressed surprise at the two strangers who followed Tian Guangyao. People kept saying hello, and they would always ask about the origin of Huang He and Li Jiexin. Especially when the eyes fall on the lieutenant colonel badge on the shoulders of the two people, they can't help but show surprise.

Li Jiexin knows that she is beautiful. Her skin is smooth and free of scars. This is due to the effects of prolonged use of expensive skincare products and the regeneration of cells after becoming a mutated infector. Li Jiexin doesn't think that appearance can be the center of attention, especially in this special period.

"A lot of people have died at the base, and we urgently need to replenish our troops."

"There is a huge shortage of combatants at the moment, and the last time those giant flying insects attacked, all the civilians who fled were captured. We don't even have a recruiter right now. ”

"One more person is one more strength, and you must understand this ideal. Speaking of which, I have a good relationship with that kid Liu Tianming, but I still have to arrange some work for you. Otherwise, others will have opinions. ”

Tian Guangyao walked in front, followed by Huang He and Li Jiexin. Three people carried their luggage and entered the underground living area from the passage on the side of the tarmac. Tian Guangyao has been babbling about the situation here and explaining all kinds of precautions.

The engines on the plane are too noisy, and the environment is not suitable for communication, so you can only put the important things to the present.

The interior of the base is very empty, littered with broken debris. Everywhere you go, you can see empty shells, and dried blood stains that have been smeared on the walls or floors at some unknown point. To find this site, please search for "6 Mao" or enter the URL:.