Chapter 87 Chapter 87 Different Destinies
Zhou Pei finally replaced his slightly flashy silver-gray sedan last year, but the black sedan he drives now still exudes a low-key luxury.
As everyone knows, Boss Zhou never eats at street stalls except when he is hanging out with Wu Ningchen.
There was a faint smell of aromatherapy in the car.
It has a refreshing, sweet and sour floral and fruity flavor, somewhat similar to the fruit candies that Chen Luan always likes to eat.
Wu Ning was sitting in the passenger seat playing with his phone, Chen Luan was dozing off in the back seat, and Zhou Pei slowly started the car.
——When the three of them come out, the driver is always the hardworking Boss Zhou.
Zhou Pei still hasn't had a new lover in these years, and seems to be living a lonely life.
The Zhou family urged again and again, but unfortunately, Zhou Pei is now the one in charge of the Zhou Group. Even if he doesn't want to, no one can do anything to him.
The luxury car was very stable to sit in. Chen Luan leaned against the door and opened the window a little, letting the moist and cool rain air flow in.
There was no reply to the message sent to Jiang Ling. Chen Luan held the phone tightly and silently opened a piece of fruit candy and put it in his mouth.
The rain gradually got heavier.
The wipers drew two brief, clear fan-shaped lines on the car window, which were quickly swallowed up by the rain. As a result, the colorful neon lights reflected on the car glass were also distorted, melting and flowing away with the winding rain.
The car seemed a little too quiet. Zhou Pei pushed up his glasses which had slipped slightly and looked at the road surface which had been washed black by the rain. He felt inexplicably uneasy.
I've been too tired lately.
He wanted to turn on the music, but just as his finger touched the knob, he heard a sudden sharp whine from the car radio.
“Zizi—”
[…Urgent news interruption: A sudden desertification incident occurred near the Aurora District South Ring Road…]
[…Please refrain from approaching for the time being…]
“Sizzle——”
The car tires rubbed against the ground, making a screeching sound.
The sudden braking caused the three people in the car to fall forward uncontrollably. Wu Ning, who was putting on makeup, had her lipstick applied crookedly. She was confused, but when she looked up, she saw Zhou Pei's pale face.
The blue light from the dashboard cast a bright arc under Zhou Pei's glasses, and also made his lips appear pale.
Wu Ning saw Zhou Pei's eyes flash, his fingers gripping the steering wheel tightened uncontrollably, and his Adam's apple rolled with difficulty.
“…Xiao Jing.”
Zhou Pei's hoarse voice rang out from inside the car: "Xiao Jing is still on the South Ring Road."
He parked the car on the side of the road, took out his cell phone and called Zhou Jing.
once,
twice
three times.
No one answered.
Wu Ning looked at Zhou Pei's pale fingertips and tried to comfort him: "Don't worry. He might just have drunk too much and fell asleep. He's just in that neighborhood, not necessarily near the bar. It's not the first or second time he hasn't answered the phone."
Then, without thinking, he blurted out, "Well, isn't it said that evil lasts for a thousand years?"
...This doesn't seem like something that would comfort anyone, but that's what I mean.
Bar?
Zhou Pei choked at Wu Ning's comfort, which didn't sound like comfort, and gripped the steering wheel tightly: "I have to go over and take a look."
Even if he is really drunk, at least take him home.
No matter how much of a bastard or a good-for-nothing he is, he is still his own brother whom he has watched grow up.
In the increasingly heavy rain, the car turned around and drove through the dark night.
Chen Luan lowered his eyes and looked at Jiang Ling who still hadn't responded. The candy in his mouth was crushed with a "crunch".
If I'm not mistaken, Jiang Ling should be at the scene of the wasteland incident at this time.
Heavy rain fell from the dark clouds, blurring the red taillights of the cars and making the doors of the helicopters on the other side of the city crackle.
Jiang Ling jumped down from the cabin nimbly holding the zipline and landed on the rooftop.
We just received a call about a suspected case of desertification disease in a bar on South Ring Road, which has caused casualties.
The crowd had been evacuated, and the team leader immediately brought the team members and the reserve member Jiang Ling to the scene.
At this moment, there is a curtain of rain above my head and the terrace of this bar is under my feet.
The floor is not high, only the third floor.
There are light city mechas on standby at the gate downstairs.
Outside the cordon in the distance, in addition to the police cars with flashing red and blue lights and sirens, there was also a crowd of onlookers, some of whom were holding up their cell phones. The police were trying to persuade them to leave with earnest words.
No matter where or when, there will always be people watching the fun.
Huge raindrops hit the helmet, soaking the mask that covered the lower half of the face, revealing only a pair of sharp light amber eyes. Every breath was filled with damp and cold water vapor.
"You encountered a desolation incident on your first patrol. I don't know whether to say you're lucky or unlucky."
The team leader's voice came from the headset, and the man walking in the front raised his hand: "Follow closely and don't fall behind. Protect yourself."
Jiang Ling casually glanced at the noisy downstairs, put on his goggles, and followed the captain into the building through the terrace door.
According to the person who called the police, he was drunk on his way to the bathroom and his steps were not steady. He accidentally bumped into a young man who was holding a washbasin and vomiting. Before he could apologize, he was pushed to the ground by a huge force.
He was about to lose his temper when he saw abnormal yellow spots on the other person's eyeballs, and abnormal bulges on his knuckles when he pushed him, which looked very much like the symptoms of dementia. He was sobered up by the shock and immediately ran out to call the police.
At this moment, in addition to the deafening music that was still playing in the bar, there were tables, chairs, and drinks everywhere that had been knocked over by the hastily evacuated crowd. The snacks, fruits, and drinks that had rolled on the ground were trampled into a sticky mess.
There was nothing unusual in the hall.
The team leader made a gesture and led a few people to the row of boxes at the back.
Away from the hall where music was still playing, in the dim corridor, the scalp-numbing chewing sounds coming from a private room were also amplified.
The space was filled with a strong smell of blood.
The captain in the front raised his hand to stop, his finger slightly tightened on the trigger, lowered his body and approached the dim room carefully.
Several team members immediately dispersed and surrounded in a fan shape.
The closer you get, the clearer that spine-chilling sound becomes.
Through the light seeping in from the corridor, Jiang Ling saw two bloodless bluish-white feet lying near the door, and a dark scarlet color spread across the carpet.
The colorful lights in the box were still spinning, casting spots of light and illuminating the scene inside.
From his angle, he could see dark, splashed marks on the tilted sofa.
A male corpse lay on his back on a coffee table covered with broken wine bottles. His chest was open and empty, and his gray eyes were half-closed, looking out the door.
A blue spot of light flashed across his face, looking somewhat familiar.
Jiang Ling didn't have time to recall the thick smell of blood before his throat rolled uncontrollably and his stomach began to churn. He had to look away immediately to suppress the nausea.
The hunched black shadow, the only living thing in the room, was facing the door with its back. Its figure still had the rough outline of a human, but bony spurs had grown on its back, poking through its clothes. It was currently crawling in the corner of the room, gnawing on something.
A dark, sticky liquid flowed out, almost forming a shallow puddle on the ground.
The team leader held his breath and raised his hand to prepare for the attack.
The incessant chewing sound paused.
In the flickering light, the head, which had begun to deform and had grown strange scales and bony horns, was raised with an inhuman stiffness and twisted very slowly.
"Bang--"
A sudden gunshot was heard in the corridor, and then it immediately became more frequent.
The black shadow screamed and twisted its body suddenly. Its strangely long legs burst out with terrifying power, smashing the window glass. It climbed up the windowsill and quickly climbed out to the rooftop terrace.
"Team B, take note! The target is approaching the terrace."
The captain's steady voice came from the headset, and he waved to the team members around him: "Chase."
The damp rain outside poured in through the broken window. Jiang Ling turned to leave, and the searchlight of the light mecha passed by the window, completely illuminating the room.
Jiang Ling paused.
The corpse lying at the door with its feet exposed and hidden in the shadows was exposed to Jiang Ling's eyes under the pale light.
The hollowed and torn chest cavity was open and bleeding, half of the face had been eaten away beyond recognition, and the other intact half was frozen in a look of horror, gradually overlapping with the face that Jiang Ling hated so much in his memory many years ago.
His throat rolled and he felt the blood in his body begin to coagulate.
"Yang Qi."
He once again endured the discomfort in his stomach and looked around the box.
There were five or six corpses lying in a mess in the not-so-large space. Jiang Ling's eyes swept over their faces one by one.
They are Zhou Jing's lackeys.
Only Zhou Jing is not seen.
So, that dark shadow just now——
An absurd thought surged into Jiang Ling's mind, so absurd that he even wanted to laugh.
ha.
That's impossible.
"Jiang Ling? What are you doing!?"
The captain's voice came from the headset: "Follow!"
Jiang Ling pinched her palms and pressed the headset in a hoarse voice: "Got it."
Two minutes later, those absurd doubts completely dissipated when Jiang Ling followed the captain back to the terrace and saw clearly the shadow exposed by the flares.
The twisted figure huddled in the corner of the small warehouse at the edge of the terrace was indeed Zhou Jing.
But he is no longer Zhou Jing.
The distorted face had grown insect-like mouthparts, and limbs that gradually grew insect-like arthropods were twisted and climbing on the wall of the small warehouse.
The pair of cloudy eyeballs bulged abnormally, leaving only beast-like chaos, without a trace of human emotion.
Jiang Ling raised his gun at the captain's command.
Across the roaring rain, Jiang Ling looked into the pair of eyes that had lost their mind.
The sounds around him seemed to have disappeared at this moment, and the memories of his childhood roared over him along with the damp rain.
The schoolbag thrown into the trash can, the desk filled with garbage, bugs, and dead rats...
In the dim alley, he and Jiang Xun were pushed against a cold, hard wall, followed by fists and kicks landing on their bodies and layers of malicious, shrill laughter...
They resisted, but were outnumbered and outmatched, and were only surrounded and blocked again and again...
My mother is gone, and my grandparents' family has been implicated and is still under detention and investigation.
Jiang Yongting was busy making friends everywhere and ignored them.
On those damp nights, the two lonely little beasts tended to each other's wounds, snuggling together in the deserted huge mansion where the servants had all left, gazing at the dark, starless, and moonless night sky.
"Jiang Xun, one day I will kill him."
At that time, Jiang Ling wiped his scarlet eyes hard and said this.
"Jiang Ling, shoot."
The surging time was shattered by the captain's cold voice amid the increasingly heavy sound of rain.
Jiang Ling,
shot.
The alpha's cold fingers gently pressed on the trigger.
A sense of absurdity that seemed to tear him apart pressed up his throat from his chest, so much so that he could almost taste a hint of fishy-sweetness.
ha.
What is this!?
What the fuck is this!? ! !
This fucking guy isn't Zhou Jing at all!
But he clearly knew that the one who should be fucked was Zhou Jing! !
The pile of mindless rotten flesh in front of him made Jiang Ling's suppressed hatred seem to be suspended in mid-air with nowhere to go, causing his pheromones to start flying around unsteadily.
Jiang Ling bit the tip of her tongue hard to suppress the discomfort rising in her throat.
That was not Zhou Jing, that was just a pitiful, hateful and absurd creature whose soul and body were completely destroyed by the damn wasteland disease.
That's basically,
...Not Zhou Jing.
And he and Jiang Xun,
I will never get a sincere confession and apology.
Never.
Amid the howling wind and rain, Jiang Ling heard a heart-wrenching cry coming from downstairs.
“Xiao Jing!!!”
“Xiao Jing——————!!!!”
He tilted his head slightly and looked back.
In the pitch-black night, a man in a suit and tie stumbled over from a distance through the crowd of onlookers. His legs went weak and he almost knelt down in the rain, where sewage was flowing everywhere. His clothes were disheveled, his glasses were crooked, and he tilted his head back to reveal a bright, pale face. It was hard to tell whether it was tears or rain on his face, and it was almost melted by the overwhelming rain.
The wind pulled the rain curtain and tore his figure into pieces.
A familiar figure stood beside the man, holding a large black umbrella and looking at him from afar through the wind and rain. His gray eyes were melted into a gentle mist by the rain.
Jiang Ling knew that he must have recognized him.
"Jiang Ling."
The captain's voice sounded again in the headset.
Under the rain curtain are two brothers,
Above the night are two younger brothers.
Amidst the howling wind and rain, a loud noise like thunder suddenly erupted.
"Bang--"
Soul splashing,
Different destinies.
There seemed to be a sharp buzzing sound in my ears, followed by a white void like silence.
Jiang Ling put down the gun, and a wisp of smoke came out of the hot barrel.
"team leader."
"I'm applying for a day off."
"Please approve."
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