It is a side street adjacent to the road. Looking at the dialect, there are residential buildings on both sides, and shops of different sizes on the ground floor. There is not the slightest hint of humanity in the streets shrouded in darkness. The night wind rustles the street trees, adding to the horror.

Su Hao was still eating fried rice unhurriedly. He was familiar with history, and knew that the level of mutated creatures in this period was no more than "1". They are not their own opponents. When he walked into this street, he set up some warning devices on the road 100 meters away———— which was a common technique used by hunters in the future realm, to build a few small stones on the open, hard ground, and put an empty canning box or glass wine bottle on top. This inverted triangle pendulum has an unstable center of gravity, and the slightest touch will cause the empty bottle on it to tip over and hit the ground, making a sharp and piercing sound.

Most of these improvised alerts are designed for monsters under their wits. In the dead silence of the night, the sound of the canned food box will be transmitted far away, and the people who are alert enough will react in time.

If there is a large group of corpses, Su Hao can quickly leave as soon as possible. So far, the surroundings have been calm as usual, and there are no surprises interrupting his dinner.

But he still found an anomaly.

There was movement in a residential building across the street. On the fourth floor, with his position as the midpoint, there seems to be survivors in the room slightly to the left. The curtains were very thick, and Su Hao couldn't see whether the peeping eyes behind the curtain were male or female? He can only detect through the divergent mind, and because the distance is too far away, beyond the normal search range, the faint consciousness tentacles can only vaguely simulate a vague image. Judging from the rough appearance and body height, it should be an eight- or nine-year-old child.

This conclusion made Su Hao a little stunned. He put away the lunch box he had eaten half-eaten, found the entrance to the residential building, walked up the steps to the fourth floor, and stopped at the door of the corresponding room.

The consciousness search screen is becoming clearer and clearer, and he can sense that this is a house of more than fifty square meters, a standard two-bedroom and a living room, and there is only one child, and he has already noticed Su Hao's movements, standing on the other side of the door, looking nervously through the cat's eyes.

Through the security door, Su Hao clearly felt the tension and fear coming from behind the door. The heightened neural awareness led him to notice that the child's body temperature was rising. This indicates that the blood flow of the other party is faster, and the door is getting more and more rapid, and the low gasp that is getting heavier and heavier also proves this.

A chaotic and disorderly world, where strangers are enemies.

Su Hao can understand that in ———— future world, children are often food or currency among wilderness wanderers. If they are hungry, they will be eaten, and the good-looking young girls can be exchanged for bullets or other necessities.

Su Hao frowned, did not speak, and did not knock on the door.

Divergent probing consciousness revealed that there was another person in the room.

To be precise, it should be a zombie. It appears to be tied up with ropes or something, locked up in a room next to the living room. Zombies should have towels stuffed in their mouths and can't howl. It struggled, but it could only stay where it was, unable to move.

A child, a zombie, no matter how you look at it, this thing is very strange.

Su Hao wanted to break into the door in a violent way, thought for a few seconds, and finally gave up this idea.

The light in the hallway was dim, and the eyes behind the cat's eyes were staring at him all the time. At such a close distance, the spread of consciousness tentacles already mimicked the child's general shape and appearance———— his muscles tensed, holding a long-handled cone in his left hand and a kitchen knife in his right hand.

Su Hao stood in the depths of darkness and was silent for about five minutes.

He unfastened his backpack and took out a half-kilogram pack of compressed dry food, a few pieces of chocolate, two bottles of clean water, and the box of half-eaten fried rice, and gently placed it in the closed doorway. After doing all this, he turned and left

Many historical research materials in the future world record such stories———— human beings in the early days of the virus outbreak had almost stupid kindness. They know that zombies will bring death, but they can't abandon those loved ones who have been infected. In the face of mutated husbands, wives, children, and parents, the only thing they can do is to tie each other up, confine each other, lock them in a room that no one knows, and try to use various methods to restore the infected to their original state. Those methods are ridiculous and absurd. Zombies were injected with formalin solution in the hope of slowing down the rate of muscle decay. Some people give antibiotics to zombies, and some people put a TV set in front of the zombies, repeatedly playing old home videos, singing to the zombies, trying to use the most familiar things to recall memories.

None of these approaches have been successful———— virus erosion has penetrated deep into the brains of infected people, and the zombie brainstem has gradually replaced the cerebral cortex as a new memory carrier. The cochlear ganglia around the sonic stimulation spiral have replaced the naked eye as the dominant detector, and even newborn babies have evolved into another organism with a visual weakening effect. There are some fragments of fragmented memories in their minds, and these weak consciousnesses cannot take over, so that they are somewhat confused when they eat their loved ones, but they will never suddenly realize it, let alone stop chewing.

In 2031, military researchers found a man in the old city of Urumqi. He and his mutated zombie wife lived in the ruins for eleven years. The man dug a basement underneath the residential building to slow the decay by lowering the ambient temperature. He has been hunting rats and even killing strangers he meets as a way to feed his mutated wife. In that basement, researchers found a large number of expired bottles of dry antibiotic powder. Varieties include ceftriaxone, zoline, and taami. The man admitted that the medicines came from hospitals in the city. He refused to accept help, threatening the researchers with suicide and not being allowed to approach, out of curiosity about the zombie that had been fed in the basement for eleven years and had not been able to evolve to a higher level, and still maintained its initial "-1" state, and also wanted to collect more relevant research data, the military sent a combat team to monitor the vicinity of the man's house. They kept sending people to contact the man and gave him a lot of food and medicine. However, this kindness appears to the man to be an attempt to take away his wife. In fear and rage, he cleaved his wife's head with an axe, and then jumped from the top of a six-story building with his rotting body in his arms.

Su Hao could have broken in, killed the zombie, and took the child.

He couldn't find a reason to do so.

Everything in that door belonged to that child. The kindness of others is hostility in his eyes, and in order to protect the most precious existence in his heart, many people are not afraid of death.

It's tragic.

It's painful.

It's small.

But people can't help but want to cry.

Everyone has their own beliefs to adhere to, whether humble or noble. It's like a child crying because his parents threw away a tadpole that he had caught so hard, but adults can't understand the child's inner feelings.

There is a poet in the future world who left such a sentence.

"When the ugly zombie pounced, I saw my mother's shadow in its gray, yellowish eyes."

Su Hao smashed the window of a "Toyota" sedan on the side of the road and drove it through the city. By dawn, I had already arrived in the suburbs, and drove along a concrete side road that barely enough for two cars to drive into a courtyard surrounded by high walls.

This is a rather unusual martial arts zone. The gate and the courtyard are surrounded by a guard tower, a power grid at the top of the wall, and a steel plate with a cross-section of more than two meters on the ground at the entrance. According to the practice of the military setting up bases in the future era, Su Hao guessed that this should be a horizontal automatic lifter, with a cement pier with a height of more than half a meter on it. Once the power is turned on, it rises from the ground, creating an anti-armor barrier.

There are no people, and no zombies. It's surprisingly quiet.

There was only a small two-story building built against the interior wall, and the doors of almost all the rooms were open, and there were scattered footprints and drag marks everywhere. There are no traces of fighting or fighting, and there are two military heavy trucks parked on the north side of the yard, and I wonder if the road can still be used. There is a cement platform with an "H" sign in the middle of the east lawn, which is empty and there are no helicopters.

The cold air of the morning is quickly swept away by the sun, and the heat and dreness mean that it is close to noon. As he did last night, Su Hao set up a guard in front of the entrance of the yard with an empty drink bottle, and approached the truck to check carefully———— he was lucky: there was a car with a key under the steering wheel, and half a tank of gasoline was left.

When searching for unknown areas, first make sure that there is a safe and fast way out. This is one of the rules of survival in the future realm.

Su Hao had seen the structural diagram of the institute on the military computer and understood that the role of surface buildings was only defense and camouflage. The real core, located underground.

There are no traces of battle, which means that all the people here were evacuated in time. They probably took only the most important documents and data, leaving behind some overly heavy weapons———— 12 on four guard towers. The 7 mm caliber heavy machine guns were all there, and the ammunition box next to it was not opened. All Su Hao needed to do was to remove them and load them onto the truck.

The top floor of the small building is equipped with a solar power system, and this clean energy is widely used in the highland area. Su Hao searched around along the ground and found six ** garages. Five of them were already empty, and the remaining one, in which a wheeled light infantry fighting vehicle was parked. It may have had some kind of malfunction, the turret was separated from the body, and the winch was suspended from the roof of the storehouse. The wheels were also removed, and there was a large pile of various parts next to them, giving off a strong smell of oil.

Although there were some regrets, Su Hao still had to dispel the idea of repairing this armored car———— he was not an all-powerful god, and he was not good at mechanical repair. What's more, this is not a civilian vehicle of the ordinary concept, but a combat machine for the military.

Walking into the inside of the small building, you can see a corridor about 100 meters long. It is trapezoidal from the outside and inside, like an inverted horn, and four concrete ring fortifications are set on both sides. However, there was no one inside, and no weapons were left.

At the end of the corridor is a large lifting platform. The controller is lit up, indicating that the solar power system is still running. Su Hao pushed away the fence painted with yellow and black twills, walked into the platform, glanced at the three numbers representing different bottom layers, and pressed the "-1" button at the front.

There are two garages and a repair shop on the basement level. The garage is still empty, and the floor of the repair shop next to it is littered with tracks and other parts. Judging by the ruts and indentations on the ground, the vehicles originally stored in the garage may have been heavy tanks or tracked infantry fighting vehicles.

There are two small oil storage tanks next to the workshop, which should be connected to the ground equipment. The hydraulic press shows that there are about two-thirds of the liquid level left, which can be pumped at any time as long as the power is on.

The second basement floor is a warehouse. The weapons depot has been largely emptied. Su Hao only found four "Type 95" automatic rifles, more than a dozen anti-infantry grenades, and two boxes of 5. 8 mm bullets, as well as two PF98 rocket launchers, sixteen rockets. In addition to this, there were hundreds of kilograms of high **, and a quadruple anti-aircraft machine gun remained in the corner of the warehouse. Perhaps because there were no on-board parts and the weight was too large, the troops did not take it with them when they withdrew.

In contrast, there is a lot left in the general supplies storehouse, and most of the materials stored are military rations and batteries. Su Hao pried open several huge wooden crates and found them full of bandages and medical cotton, and the bottom layer was a variety of battlefield first-aid medicines and antibiotics.

Standing on the lifting platform and reaching out to press the "-3" button in the last grid, the expression on Su Hao's face was a little solemn———— the elevator blocked his view, but he could still smell the smell of blood coming from downstairs, and his divergent thinking consciousness also detected several human bodies lying there. They remained motionless and apparently long dead.

The unique sound of hydraulic machinery came from the bottom of the lift, and Su Hao's gaze was a little grim. He tightened his grip on the gun and strode out as the elevator held steady and the closed gates slowly opened to both sides.

It is an uncurved corridor that leads to another room at the end.

There were four corpses, all with guns in their hands, still in a fighting posture before they died. The clothing and armament indicate that they are all military personnel. The decomposing corpse could no longer see the deceased as it was, and the dense bullet holes on the surface of the body were the cause of death.

Su Hao took out a mask and rubber gloves from his backpack and put them on, went to the nearest corpse, and squatted down. A closed environment can breed a lot of bacteria, especially when you are in close contact with rotting corpses, so try to take protective measures to always be prepared.

The deceased was dressed in the latest combat uniforms of this era, the vital parts of the body were made of Kevlar material, and the chest and flanks were fitted with ceramic bulletproof armor plates. Even the weapon that fell next to the corpse was not the usual "Type 95" automatic rifle, but a larger caliber 7. 92 mm special assault rifle.

Obviously, these dead were not ordinary military men.

Su Hao carefully examined, and he was surprised to find that the gunshot wound was not the only cause of death. These people were more or less hit hard, some had completely lost their left shoulder, and some had extensive lacerations to their abdomen. Especially the corpse leaning against the corner, with the rank of captain on his shoulder, his rib cage had been sunken, revealing the ribs that had broken from the center. It felt like being hit directly by an armor-piercing shell, piercing the whole person.

Turning over the carrion, Su Hao found a shield-shaped medallion on the deceased's left arm. The motif is a black dragon head with a large mouth full of fangs, fierce and powerful.

Su Hao has seen such armbands———— in the future world, the military has a special elite unit, and the members have at least the ability to strengthen people of the third order or above. Its name is called "Dragon's Tooth".

It is impossible for the standards of the future world to be applied to the present, and of course these dead cannot be compared with the "dragon teeth" of the world where Su Hao is located. Of course, they are definitely stronger than ordinary soldiers, and may even reach the first-order reinforcement standard. But in any case, with the current rate of virus mutation and military research, it is impossible for them to reach the third order of strength.

This research institute is very secretive, and Su Hao only found information related to it in the highly classified archives. From the ground to the ground, the various fortifications along the way are exceptionally strong. Judging by the beds left in the barracks, the garrison should be no less than a reinforced company, even equipped with armored vehicles and tanks, and the helicopter platform outside is obviously a special means of evacuation in case of emergency, but for what, these soldiers will die here?

Su Hao found no traces of zombies around, and there was no mucus peculiar to mutated creatures. All the evidence points to their death from the combat mode that only humans use———— bullet holes come from gunshots, and as for the impact marks left by those huge forces, as far as Su Hao knows, only strengthened people will do this.

The hallway was dimly lit, the floor was littered with bullet casings, and the walls on either side were covered in dried black blood. The ceiling near the entrance to the room flipped inward, revealing two electronic defenders. The revolver-type muzzle is low and slanted, and the swarthy barrel is pointed at the ground. When chaos happens, they don't seem to work as well as they should. It may be interfered with by electronic signals, or it may be disconnected from the control wire.

Su Hao pushed open the hidden door at the end of the corridor and found that it was a large room. It was filled with all sorts of unnamed electronic devices, and thick pipes raised from the walls were apparently connected to the power system. All screens were dimmed, illuminated only by two cold lights.

There is a corpse behind the workbench in front of the electron microscope. Judging by his appearance, the deceased was male. He wears a standard summer shirt typical of the army, and a white coat over it. Although the flesh and skin have long since decayed, they remain in the sitting position before death. The corpse's right arm was drooping, and a pistol was thrown on the ground next to the seat. There was a huge bullet hole in the side of the skull, and the cause of death should be suicide.

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