He reached out and closed the corpse's eyes.
...There is no luck in rational illness.
…but love can.
At the door, the official finally whispered:
"I regret to inform you... Grandma Lin."
"We awarded you the medal because of your heroic act of sacrificing your own family for the sake of justice."
"Thank you... for ending the life of a person on the verge of becoming a mutant three days ago. You prevented him from killing people and protected tens of thousands of residents in the surrounding area. Thank you."
The officials and their guards bowed down to the thin, hunchbacked old lady.
It seemed like something fell to the ground, there was a sound of water drops, and then silence.
When Su Mingan turned around, she found that her grandmother at the door was already in tears. She tightly grasped the badge on her chest, and her white eyes saw the body in the room. In an instant, the memories that she had forgotten due to excessive grief returned to her mind.
——This moment.
It's like the fog in my mind has lifted.
She recalled how joyfully she had welcomed her son home a few days ago.
She remembered how he had cried out in pain, saying that his whole body ached after he had been injected with the Ark Project vaccine.
She remembered how she had told him to lie down, and she hastened to fetch the doctor.
She remembered how she cooked for her son before the doctor came, cooking his favorite prawns. She remembered the last painting they drew together.
Remembering his sudden change, he personally handed the kitchen knife to her.
The mutation cannot be stopped, and only by ending his life can more lives be saved.
"mom."
"Kill me."
The knife swung by the thin old lady was desperate and weak. It did not pierce his vital point. He fell to the ground, bleeding profusely. He did not struggle or fight back. He restrained his surging murderous intent and kept tearing his wounds that were healing rapidly due to the mutation, until he lost his last breath.
...What exactly makes people human?
Looking at the corpse on the ground, Su Mingan squatted down and gently covered his face with the blood-stained clothes.
After putting the body in the closet, the intense sadness and the mental influence of the black fog disease made the grandmother forget about it. She subconsciously felt that her son had not come back yet, and she only needed to make his favorite prawns and wait for him to come back at the door.
He will be back.
Of course.
She was waiting downstairs of the unfinished building, waiting for her son to come home. As long as he came back, there would definitely be a response to the building collapse incident five years ago, and there would be money to treat her granddaughter's heart disease. There would still be light in the future, and the family would be happy, for sure.
The evening breeze blew her silver hair, and the complete family portrait was always in her heart.
But she never thought about——
All that came back was a dead body and an ironic citizen's medal of honor.
In an instant, she burst into tears.
Her crying tore her already hoarse throat, like a wounded black crow, echoing in the empty corridor, but no one responded.
"——You can't cry! This is a great thing!" Seeing this, the guards hurriedly persuaded him, with colorful smiles on their faces:
"Smile! You're a hero!"
"Look at this citizen's medal of honor. It's so beautiful. You can hang it up for everyone to see. This is an honor that people can't even envy."
"You killed the mutants and saved countless people!"
Her son was a mutant, and it was the Ark Project vaccine that accelerated his mutation and led to his death.
He must be killed and redeemed.
But,
Why is she crying.
She couldn't laugh.
She couldn't laugh at all.
Her son was the most obedient, having been an excellent student since childhood. He had few hobbies except for eating prawns. He lived a routine life, studying, working, getting married and having children. He was honest and kind, and like every ordinary father, he listened to his wife the most.
But,
Why?
“Ah, ah, ah—!”
It doesn't sound like a human cry.
A cry of extreme despair.
Like a tearing cry.
The braised pork and prawns were still on the table. Su Mingan had only moved his chopsticks a few times before. The air was filled with the aroma of wine. The calendar on the wall was three days old, and there were a few half-painted papers on the cabinet, with bright and vivid watercolor colors.
In the photo, a simple and honest middle-aged man is holding a girl, with his beautiful wife standing next to him. The teddy bear in the girl's hand also seems to be smiling.
But, why.
Why……?
Su Mingan covered himself with the white cloth and suddenly heard a horrible, inhuman cry.
"Su Xiaobai." Shang Qi grabbed Su Mingan's hand: "Let's run away quickly."
Su Mingan looked up and saw that the black spots on the old lady at the door were rapidly expanding and covered her cheeks in an instant.
Negativity intensifies everything.
Black Mist, Xenomorphs, and the Black Mist disease associated with them.
So, people are always asked to smile.
But if you can't even smile...
"Back off! Back off!" the guards screamed, raising their guns.
The old lady was still crying, holding the painting supplies in her arms.
"Xiaoyong, Xiaoyong..."
In an instant, tentacles sprouted from her body. Her black mist disease was intensified, reaching the late stage, and began to mutate. She finally embarked on the same path as her son.
The guards pointed their guns at her without hesitation, and flames spurted out. The mutants could not be reversed and could only end their lives.
"You——" Su Mingan stretched out his hand.
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