"Are you a demon?"

A worker in front of him asked.

But now he is just wearing a work uniform, because he has just climbed out of the old tunnel, there are a few blood marks on his body, and there is a gun hidden under the work clothes, bulging, but he doesn't care.

"Why do you ask?"

"Because I've never seen a mutant creature do such an intimate act to a human." The worker muttered, one of his hands was atrophied, but his body was very strong, and he looked a bit like the image in the haha mirror: "In the past two months, I have seen those mutated creatures wandering around you, rubbing against you, and they are not aggressive at all; And what are those slender entrenched things that appear around you from time to time, mutated vines? ”

"Oh, that's a long story." Sherlock wondered how to explain to the other party his contract tentacles, as well as the control of demons.

However, the other party shook his head very familiarly: "You don't need to explain, what you said is out of the blue, and it can't change the fact that I don't like you, no one likes you here." ”

With these words, Sherlock looked around, and at this time he and a group of workers were hiding in an abandoned manor house between a residential and industrial area, and through the window they could see a wide road and a complex of buildings on the opposite side, and the workers around him looked at him very kindly.

But this is also inevitable, just because of their arrival, their factory is gone, there is a home for them, and the old man who took them in is still unknown whether he lives or dies, maybe he can survive, but he fights the government head-on, even if he is not bombarded by shells, he can only live a displaced life in the future.

All the tranquility was broken by the person in front of him, and more importantly, this guy was still a traitor.

With so much disgust all in one, it was impossible for anyone to have the slightest affection for Sherlock.

"But you don't need to care about this, we don't like you, but we are willing to give your life to you, he promised you so, so I just hope that you will not let him down."

The words of the workers in front of them were so cold, but so sincere, that their own lives, and the lives of many more people, would die, they would be spurned, they would be charged with betrayal of humanity, but for these people, it seemed that these were things that could be casually skipped with understatement.

"The world is already fucked up, and if you can really give us a little hope, that's actually. Betraying humanity is not something too difficult to accept. ”

Sherlock once thought that the world he was in was bad enough.

Straight, he passed through the gates of hell.

Now, he understands the world, and that kind of despair has been deeply rooted in his bone marrow in the past nearly a year.

There is a war going on in his own world, and the war between demons and humans has taken the lives of countless people, and the void cracks that appear from time to time make people's daily lives uneasy.

However, there is hope there, and the human expedition has been trekking through the snow and ice for almost a year, and if the gates of hell can really be closed, then everything will be better.

But in this world, there is no hope, except for the use of alcohol, hallucinogens, gambling, and the flesh of the white flower to force their senses, people can not feel any pleasure, everyone is silent, depressed, and so on for the rest of their lives.

"So, what are you going to do, we do have a lot of people, the old man handed over almost all the money to you, but you should know, we have to face the government that the army is the survivor alliance, and now the factory has been taken by them, and the channel out of the city has been cut off, and it is impossible for them to let you out."

"Of course. So, let's not go out yet. ”

"Not going out?"

"Yes, don't you always say that the whole world is dead and full of despair," Sherlock pulled out a cigarette and took a puff, feeling a little unsatisfied, "So, I'll have some fun for you." ”

He flicked the soot and landed on the ground for a moment of tiny rubble.

It's like the first domino is lightly touched, and then little by little, it starts to set off a carnival in despair.

The way humans vent their desires is simple.

For example, the deafening music in the bar, such as the violent collision of bodies on the bed, moaning, shouting, or the wreckage in the alley, falling to the ground and begging for mercy, punching him in the nose, can make people smug for a while.

The old man who was called the breeder once said that most of the desires that people can access now are overdrawing themselves or others, and the world is like a kite swaying in the storm, and the string that pulls the kite is already unbearable, and sooner or later it will be broken, and this city after the human race will eventually fly to the abyss of more despair and chaos.

It's just a gust of wind.

The gust of wind may come later or earlier, but it doesn't matter.

Because that's the end of the ordeal.

So, it was when I woke up from a dream that day.

Sherlock waved his hand, bringing a breeze through the gap between the buildings.

At half past eight, the traffic on Kasuga Street was congested as usual.

People in this world have never seen spring, so the naming of [Spring Street] seems more or less funny, it may be that the government can only use this way to tell the world at this stage, don't forget the beauty of the past, don't lose yourself in despair.

This is a major road in the northwest of the city, which connects the residential and industrial areas, and at all times, the commuters will block the road, blazing their horns, complaining, invective, and spewing the most filthy words from their mouths, not realizing that they are also part of the congestion.

However, today, some people seem to feel that these chaotic shouts and car noises alone are a bit untasteful.

So, a huge fuel tanker truck didn't know when, crookedly rushed from a side road next to Kasuga Street, the brakes seemed to fail, so regardless of the direct slam on the cover of a car, and then the whole body tilted sharply, crashing directly below the traffic light, although there was no explosion, but the large container pipe behind the car was shaken open the valve, the fuel gurgled out, and then happily spread to the bottom of all the vehicles nearby.

Now, no one dares to fire. As a result, the traffic centered on Kasuga Street, along with the surrounding three or four blocks, was paralyzed naturally.

Fortunately, the area of this last human city is extremely large, and the traffic department in the area quickly mobilized the police force to direct the vehicles that have not yet been involved in this congestion to other sections.

So, the chaotic traffic spread out like a virus.

There's an iron rule that traffic follows in any world, and that's that as long as it's blocked, it's going to get more and more fucking blocked, and even in Sherlock's world, a horse-drawn carriage can get out three or four streets when it's out of the middle of the road.

Therefore, the urban defense force building, which is located next to Kasuga Street, has been surrounded by countless vehicles before you know it, and it is impossible to get through.

Two hours later.

The congestion has not been alleviated a little, mainly because the fuel that spreads is too terrible, as long as the lighter plug of the car comes out of a little light, it is not their own one-third of an acre of land, people who are addicted to smoking are suffocating to death, cats in their own cars, do not dare to take a smoking, traffic police are also at a loss, now can think of a way, is to use manpower to clean up all the fuel on the ground, or mobilize helicopters to drag the car up one by one, but how much time does it take.

At the same time, the surrounding major police stations are even more overcrowded.

The car is blocked, the salary is deducted, the boss is scolding, the family can't go back, the cigarette can't be smoked, anger naturally breeds in the crowd, from the quarrel between each other little by little to the big fight, there are many grumpy people from the street all the way to the door of the police station, fists and faces, heads and blood, even when the confession is recorded, it does not stop, so that the police are annoyed and want to lock them up in a prison, and wait until one of the two is killed.

And that's just a few police stations in the neighborhood, but in some areas further afield, the police stations are not stopping, and several employees who have been fired for radiation sickness have set fire to the company's gas pipes because they want to get revenge on their bosses; When a young girl photographed the scenery along the way, she accidentally photographed a car next to her, and the owner of the car was a city councilor, and in the co-pilot, sat his competitor's wife, in the photo, the tongues of the two people were about to be knotted, and in an instant, reporters flocked to the scene, and the police forces of the two police stations were all dispatched, and they couldn't stop those media maniacs.

In short, on this day, the whole city was in a miasma.

What's worse is that at the time of this scorched fuck, a group of street idlers clashed with a group of workers who came out of nowhere, and some of the idle people in that gang used firearms, and the workers rushed out directly in a big forklift and ran after each other, during which many people were seriously injured, three or four people were nailed to the wall with nail guns, and several good cars were crushed into meatloaf by cranes.

This level of conflict is no longer something that the small police station nearby can manage, so in desperation, the police station can only contact the urban security headquarters, but it is blocked there, and there is no recruitment, so it can only send a helicopter and drag two teams of explosion-proof soldiers to deal with it.

But at the same time, three consecutive alarms were received in the farther city. One was the looting of a large supermarket, the other was the sound of gunfire and screams from the rooftops, and finally, several floating corpses were found on the shore of a lake on the outskirts of the city.

Well, it's this kind of case that doesn't make much of a difference, but it has to be taken seriously as soon as it appears, in fact, in the past, this kind of case didn't cause much trouble, but I don't know if it's bad luck or what's going on, these things are all gathered together today.

There's no way, you can't say that this side can't be busy for the time being, let the shooting over there continue first, and those who rob the supermarket will grab it first, right?

In this way, a tanker, a few thugs, a casual photo, or a few gunshots that came out of nowhere can all mess up the four large areas of the last city of mankind.

But the government army and the police still have some skills after all, and this chaotic day is still over in the midst of constant rushing, and the security forces in the entire city are exhausted one by one, glad that they have finally survived the time.

No one noticed a few imperceptible garbage cans in the main city guard office buildings in various parts of the city

A few more inconspicuous garbage bags.

The clock was an hour later.

A sudden call to report the crime kicked off the chaotic opening ceremony.

"Hey, the operator of the General Administration of Public Security of the Residential Area has been exhausted after a day's work, and the phone in front of him has not stopped today, but there is no choice but to continue to persevere.

On the phone, a voice came with a somewhat painful tone: "I, I am the squad leader of the third anti-riot team in the old city, and the police number is 2832. ”

The operator froze for a moment, he looked at the caller ID, and found that it was not the internal line of the police station, so he subconsciously felt that this should be a prank.

"This isn't a prank call, so please don't hang up." As if knowing what he was thinking, the man on the phone said in a panic: "Me and four of my team members have been hijacked now, a gun is in the back of my head, if you hang up, then we will die." ”

The operator frowned, looking very angry, he was too tired today to make such a stupid joke with anyone, so he just hung up the communication.

"Another harassing call?" An operator next to him asked with a wry smile as he twisted his stiff neck.

"yes. He said he was the captain of some kind of riot squad and was kidnapped. The operator shook his head helplessly, wanting to take advantage of this moment to close his eyes and rest for a while.

But at this moment. The personal cell phone in his pocket rang.

At this moment, the operator didn't know why, as if he sensed something was wrong.

He subconsciously took out his mobile phone, then opened it, and found an unfamiliar number and sent him a video.

He frowned, but turned on the video anyway.

In the video, it is an abandoned old house, four people in police uniforms are kneeling on the ground, their hands are tied behind their backs, and at the edge of the frame, holding a phone in one hand and sticking it to the ear of a police officer.

"I'm the squad leader of the No. 3 Explosion Prevention Team in the Old Town, police officer number 2832."

"This is not a prank call, so please don't hang up. Me and four members of my squad have now been hijacked, a gun is right behind my head, and if you hang up, then we're going to die. ”

In the video, the policeman said in a trembling voice.

But suddenly, the man was obviously stunned:

"No, no————" he began to roar frantically.

It looks like the phone was hung up.

So. The hand at the edge of the frame took the phone back without paying attention, and then a gun reached into the frame.

"Bang!" One shot.

The policeman lay in a pool of blood.

(End of chapter)