The wild sky is orange-red.

Huge clouds of radiation drifted within reach, obscuring the sun, the moon, and almost all of the land's hope.

Song Jinqing remembered that when she was a child, a senior sister who came from outside talked about a rainy day in the wilderness with emotion.

In her description, it is like a colorful abstract painting, pink rain, yellow-green fog, and endless sandy earth, on which tenacious deformed plants grow, the whole picture is intense and cruel. And the climax of the painting is still those strange beasts.

When the rain fell, they went crazy.

Bumping into trees, hitting mountains, colliding with each other, biting.

Doing everything you can to kill yourself.

When the rain came, everything in the wilderness began to melt, and in this desolate world, where only slight changes could be seen on the scale of time, the only harmony was a mournful cry that came and went one after another, and always came to an abrupt end.

When she was young, Song Jinqing had never heard of such cruel things. She thought that her senior sister was bragging, and the senior brothers and sisters who came from outside loved to brag.

But now, she knew it was all true.

When she looked at the low clouds again, Song Jinqing looked at the high-concentration radiation measured by her brain, and felt that one day these clouds would not move and turn into rain, and she might be as finished as these mice below.

The first wave of rats had turned into water, leaving only a gleaming crystal nucleus.

Such an ugly creature, but the crystal nucleus is as pure as ice.

The second wave of rats, as Song Jinqing expected, ran to the deep ditch and died in the attack of the thorn ball. They bared their greedy fangs at their decaying companions.

The teachers in the dungeon are all very kind-hearted, but the things they make are more ruthless than the other.

The sheep and mice that ate the rotten same kind were also corroded by the bones, rotting one after another, and then eaten by the ones behind.

This first trap alone was enough to wipe out a small half of the beast tide.

……

"She's so strong." The pineapple conjured up the image of a doll with a pineapple head, holding the fleshy cheeks and sighing.

Jing Yan was originally very angry, and she was still very careful to wait for someone to be rescued, and she must ignore her, unless she admits her mistake and writes a 3,000-word review.

Now, all of a sudden, I don't feel so angry.

Song Jinqing is right, he is indeed the same as everyone else, he only looks at the surface. Although I still want to say that I have never looked down on her, in fact, because of her level of muscles and bones, and because she is a little girl, she is prejudiced when making decisions.

Even if this prejudice is out of wanting to protect the other party, it is with good intentions, it is still rude to a strong person.

Jing Yan looked at the girl standing on top of the big tree with an expressionless face, and couldn't help but ask, "How do you feel?" ”

"What do you mean?" Song Jinqing's eyes moved slightly, and she helped the walkie-talkie next to her ear, "Emotions?" I wasn't afraid. ”

"I know." Jing Yan tapped the table twice and said thoughtfully, "It's the first time you've encountered such a ...... How do you feel about the killing scene? ”

In the surveillance video, a small half of the remaining rats have also fallen in the stinging ball trap, and the rats in the pit are biting each other.

In almost every breath, a life is lost in the most tragic way.

"Are you afraid that I'm going to fall into a cycle of reflecting on myself?"