Chapter 26 Unwilling
When Bald Man and others entered the first floor of the armory, they soon encountered a group of zombies. Fortunately, they escaped successfully by using the method of luring the tiger away from the mountain.
Every time he entered a floor, the bald guy would use the walkie-talkie to contact Chaoyang and Monkey outside, and the communication was normal.
Until... they entered the third level.
"Monkey, boy, can you hear me?" the bald man asked casually.
"Sizzle... I... Sizzle..."
There was a crackling sound and Chaoyang's distorted voice coming from the other end of the intercom.
He didn't even finish the last sentence before his voice died.
Bald guy: “…”
No, where's the signal?
He tapped the intercom and asked again, but this time there was no movement.
Bald guy: “…”
You damn kid, you were bragging about the good signal of the walkie-talkie you modified, but now you can't hear shit!
"Boss, could it be that there is some special magnetic field in the armory that causes the walkie-talkie to be inaudible?" The younger brother next to him offered his opinion when he saw this.
The bald guy thought about it and felt that it made sense.
"Forget it, we're almost in anyway, I'll deal with that brat after we get out!"
The bald guy cursed.
At the same time, in addition to the two zombie corpses at the beginning, there was now another human corpse in the arsenal yard.
"Brother, you don't have a key to these handcuffs, how are you going to open them?"
Chaolu opened the car door and looked at the handcuffs on Chaoyang's wrist with some worry.
Chaoyang looked at Chaolu like a fool, then took out the master key from his pocket.
With a click, the handcuffs opened.
Chaolu was stunned: "Oh my god, this is also possible?"
Isn’t this master key too powerful?
"A master key can open any mechanical lock." Chaoyang explained, then looked at the monkey shot dead in the yard. "You... killed someone?"
Chaolu nodded: "Yes."
Chaoyang was silent for a second before speaking: "Is this your first time killing someone?"
"If you don't count the zombies, yes."
Then Chaoyang showed a strange expression: "Then... don't you feel uncomfortable? After all, it's murder."
"It's okay." Chaolu scratched her head, looking like she didn't take it seriously. "Isn't he a bad guy? It's not like you're dead, so why should I feel bad?"
Chaoyang: “…”
It made so much sense that he didn't know how to refute it.
The two little ones didn't dwell on this issue too much and just drove away.
Therefore, they did not notice that the monkey shot by the arrow was still breathing, and was watching the car drive away blankly.
Chaoyang and Chaolu did not close the door, so soon zombies smelled the blood and walked towards the monkey, roaring.
At this moment, time seemed to be very long.
All kinds of memories from the past came to mind...
Monkey's family was very poor, so he dropped out of school after junior high school. He dyed his hair yellow and collected protection fees outside various schools with a group of young people.
The monkey didn't think there was anything wrong with this.
Because he was tall and thin with long arms and legs, his brothers jokingly called him "Monkey". Over time, Monkey became his second name.
He thought he would be a gangster all his life, until... his parents gave birth to a younger brother for him.
Perhaps because they wanted to learn trumpet after their big trumpet was broken, their parents were very protective of their new son and did not allow him to have any contact with his younger brother, for fear that he would lead his younger brother astray.
But the monkey felt wronged.
When he was a child, his parents were busy working and never accompanied him. Why is it that his younger brother has been kept by his parents since he was born?
Why can’t he eat the cake on his birthday, but his younger brother can eat it whenever he wants?
He was unwilling to accept it.
Also resentment.
Hatred accumulated in his heart bit by bit, and finally erupted on his eighteenth birthday.
That day he went to collect protection money. He wanted to collect more and then buy himself a cake to celebrate his adulthood.
But he had bad luck that day and met a tough guy. Not only did he not receive any protection money, he was also beaten up and finally kicked out by the boss in disgust.
Because I think he's such a waste.
He rolled away in a mess with injuries all over his body.
Since he had no money to buy a cake, Monkey thought he might as well go home. Although his parents wouldn't buy him a cake, there should be noodles at home, so he could cook a bowl for himself.
To his surprise, he found a cake in the refrigerator when he got home.
At that moment, the monkey was very surprised.
He thought his parents finally remembered his birthday and wanted to give him a surprise.
So he quietly closed the refrigerator door and went back to his room to wait.
He didn't cook noodles for himself, he thought, he wanted to save room for cake.
I waited and waited, and it gradually got dark.
The monkey also felt sleepy and couldn't help but lie down and take a nap.
He was sleeping like this when he was woken up by the noise outside.
It's laughter.
The monkey rubbed his eyes and woke up. He thought that his parents must have come back.
So he happily opened the bedroom door, but saw... his parents and younger brother were eating, and the cake in the refrigerator was placed in front of his younger brother, who was eating it with a spoon.
The monkey was stunned.
"You are so unruly all day long, and you still know to come back. Why don't you die outside?" His father looked at him with a frown.
His mother also frowned.
At that moment, the long-accumulated resentment filled his brain, and he rushed to his five-year-old brother angrily, snatched the cake away, grabbed the cake with his hands and started stuffing it into his mouth!
This should be his cake!
“Bang!”
A slap landed hard on his face.
"What's wrong with you!"
His father kicked him again, knocking him to the ground.
"Yeah, why did you steal your brother's cake? You are already a grown-up!" said his mother.
The younger brother cried and scolded him: "Bad guy! My cake... wuwuwu..."
His eighteenth birthday ended with a beating from his father.
He returned to his room and sat quietly in a corner, curled up in the corner.
His stomach growled with hunger, but he ignored it.
He is waiting.
“Da, da, da…”
The second hand of the clock hanging on the living room wall ticked away.
When the second hand turned past 12 and the hour hand pointed to 10, he opened the door of the room, then went into the kitchen and calmly took the bone chopping knife that was usually used at home.
Finally, he picked up his father's cell phone and called the police.
While waiting for the police to arrive, he took out the remaining half of the cake from the refrigerator and began to eat it bite by bite.
Tears slid down her cheeks and were swallowed into her stomach along with the cake and blood.
The monkey's vision began to blur, and the pain in his neck made him wake up for a moment.
There was a coolness on his cheeks and he started crying again.
It seemed as if he had never received love in his life.
I'm so unwilling to die like this...
Unwilling to accept...
I'm so unwilling.
He doesn't want to die.
On the shelves la la la la ~
(End of this chapter)
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