Chapter 178
The diary was sitting there harmlessly and pitifully. Apart from its strange appearance, it looked very innocent.
"In a place like this, you two kids can't go far. You don't have enough manpower. Now is the time to have more friends and more paths." Seeing that no one paid attention to it, the diary took the initiative to speak again, revealing an extremely well-behaved tone, "And I think there may be some misunderstanding between us. Why not talk it out now."
Yu Leng had shrunk far enough back and cursed unhappily, "You damn thing, get out!"
"I received your kindness, and it hurts." Diary held her heart with both hands, shaking it from side to side to show her heartbreak, "But let's be honest, your life is so hard, and if you don't want me to bear it for you, that's fine. It just so happens that I don't like you either."
Yu Leng felt sick at the way it was stubborn. He nodded in the direction of Lu Jiamu and said, "That's not what you said at that time. You were trying to sow discord and said that he made you like this. Do you dare to say that again?"
"Who told you to be stupid? You believed everything I said." Diary was shameless and frank. "That was all in the past. Now I am just a poor guy who is trying his best to go home, so we are still grasshoppers on the same rope. What you are thinking is not a threat to me, but if you are useless and die too quickly, it will be a fatal blow to me."
Lu Jiamu didn't worry too much.
If they had more teammates in this world, they could just grab it and tear it apart. But now that there were only two of them, it was indeed time to have more friends and more paths.
He said as if nothing had happened: "The old man just told us the gathering location of the last batch of selected candidates. He said that if we can go over and grab the passes of the selected candidates, we will be eligible for the pass."
Seeing how cooperative he was, Diary seemed to understand: "Not close, right?"
Lu Jiamu nodded: "The straight-line distance is several kilometers."
The old man had been staying underground for too long, and he didn't know if there were more buildings or road damage on the ground recently. If he really had to walk the straight-line distance he gave, it might be more than doubled. In the normal world, it would take a lot of time for them to walk this far with their short legs, let alone in the current situation.
If Lu Jiamu was caught, he would not die in a short time, but he would definitely die if he was caught for a long time. And if Yu Leng was discovered, he would probably die in a few seconds.
They now have to grab a means of transportation.
Seeing that he seemed to want something from her, the diary no longer insisted on getting closer to Lu Jiamu, and the whole notebook became a lot quieter.
Lu Jiamu asked: "How much help can you provide us in this matter?"
"I can help you with the sneak attack. I have some useful memories." The diary said immediately, "The patrol team here usually has seven people in one car, three people in one action group, divided into two groups plus a driver. We now have a natural geographical advantage, and your ability can allow you to avoid long-range attacks. What a perfect combination.
As long as you pretend to be a weak chicken who has no ability to resist but has been lingering for a long time, go out and lead the two groups of people here separately, are you still afraid that we can't subdue them?"
Lu Jiamu looked at it, and for the time being, he had no idea how much fighting power it had. After all, it just looked like it was lying there without any threat.
As if seeing his doubt, the diary chuckled: "Give me some time to adapt to this body. I won't let you down... I am not weaker than you. I have learned all the knowledge you have learned, and even more than you."
Lu Jiamu did not comment and asked, "Then, senior, when we arrive at the gathering point, we will definitely encounter many people with special abilities. According to the institute's habit of survival of the fittest, the abilities of those who can survive must be extraordinary. Do you have any plans for them?"
They came face to face with the survivors selected by the research institute, just like a new amateur player encountering a professional player with twenty years of experience. It was hard to say who would eliminate whom in the end.
But this problem still did not stump the diary.
The diary ignored Lu Jiamu's sarcasm, and slowly stroked its cover with its hand, and tentatively said: "As long as there are still living people, there is no need to worry about not being able to create ghosts. Letting ghosts fight against them is much better than us directly confronting them head-on."
Although what it said was a little unclear, Lu Jiamu already understood it.
In this heavily polluted world, people who die normally may not be able to rest in peace, and people who are killed by ghosts will definitely turn into ghosts very soon. Although the diary always tries its best to act like a human, its essence is still a ghost. People who are killed by it will also turn into ghosts.
The diary raised its head and faced the two people. Although it had no face, it still gave people the feeling that it was carefully sizing them up. It seemed that it was afraid that what it said would be too shocking in the eyes of the two of them.
Seeing that no one was accusing him, Diary smiled and moved his arms and legs slightly: "That's right. Don't think that I'm not the same kind as you. When you go up there and meet them, you'll find that they are no longer the same kind as you. I'm the only one who won't hurt you."
After the warm-up exercises, it seemed to have adapted much more to the child's body and no longer made twisted and abnormal movements. It was now struggling to stand up.
Lu Jiamu looked at it for a while and felt that it might take some time for it to fully control its limbs, so he took the initiative to start a conversation: "We have come this far, do you plan to go home like this? If you go back, what will your aunt think?"
The diary paused, as if thinking about what to say. After thinking for a long time, she said, "We can only take it one step at a time. What can we do? For my mother, it would be the cruelest thing if her son committed suicide and the child she grew up with suddenly disappeared. Can you bear to see my mother end up like this?"
Speaking of this, Lu Jiamu showed a slight reminiscence on his face. After a moment of silence, he asked, "Did you feel desperate at that time, Fang Gu?"
"You called me by my real name, I'm very happy. But you suddenly asked me such a strange question, I don't know how to reply you." Diary leaned against the stone wall and shrugged happily, "But it doesn't matter, we will go back together, go home together, so that no one will be sad. All I want is to return to my mother and my friends as intact as possible. Don't misunderstand me."
As usual, Lu Jiamu stopped at the point and did not express any deep emotions. The topic naturally fell into silence at this point.
The diary was facing him, and the corners of her mouth curled up for a fleeting moment, but it was not clear in the heavy shadows, and it was unclear what she was laughing at.
It had already stood up bit by bit with the help of the stone wall, and was trying to walk stumblingly with its arms raised.
After completing the complex action of "standing up and taking two steps", the overall flexibility of the diary has achieved a qualitative leap.
After rehearsing a few more physical exercises, Diary said excitedly, "I'm ready, let's get started. You go out and lure a few people over."
Yu Leng stood far away. When he thought about the time of being alone, he was already full of goose bumps and looked at Lu Jiamu with a look that seemed to be asking for help.
The diary somehow noticed it and sneered, "What's wrong, little loser? Do you think you don't even have the confidence to protect yourself in front of me?"
Yu Leng swallowed his anger and didn't say anything.
Lu Jiamu wasn't too worried about Yu Leng's situation.
The diary seemed to be welded to the person's face, and it was unlikely that it would be able to take itself off in a short time.
Moreover, Lu Jiamu had already seen that, instead of waiting for Diary to help, Diary's intentions behind the gesture were actually deeper. No matter what conflicts they had or what they thought of each other, it was not the time to explode yet.
Lu Jiamu quickly climbed up the cave entrance, climbed back to the ground, and carefully looked at this black and gray world.
Without the escaped child, the ruins on the ground seemed even colder and more silent. Ashes kept falling from the chaotic sky like snowflakes, and there was not a single living person in sight.
The entrance to the underground space looks like just an ordinary small pit. If you don’t see someone squeezing in with your own eyes, it would be difficult to notice that there is another world underneath.
Diary stood at the bottom of the pit, looked up and waved at him, signaling him to move away quickly.
Lu Jiamu began to run in the ruins.
The searchlight beam swept over him several times, making him a very conspicuous target. Before he ran far, a jeep spotted him and rushed over with several soldiers on board.
A vicious and wild laugh echoed wildly among the empty ruins.
When Lu Jiamu saw them, he immediately ran in the opposite direction.
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Sergeant Duva, the leader of the jeep, sat in the driver's seat, staring at the little trash who was stumbling away, a sneer appearing at the corner of his lips.
As soon as I saw them, I started running. It turned out to be a small piece of trash that had not been dealt with yet.
He and his six team members galloped through this place that even the gods had abandoned. Wherever they passed was his territory, and he was at the top of the food chain in this desolate world.
They are hounds, they pick up trash.
All the garbage will crawl and tremble at their feet!
Duva observed it carefully again, and after noticing that there was only this little piece of trash around, he did not rush to execute it. Instead, he suddenly turned the steering wheel and rushed out from the side of the little piece of trash.
He saw through the car window that the lone little trash had a unique expression of being overly frightened, and then fell to the ground with fear on his pale face. This was very useful to him.
Then the little garbage boy got up and staggered back.
A strong will to survive.
But the prey's running and fear only make the bloodthirsty hounds more excited.
Duva was excited.
The other six soldiers in the jeep also understood what his boss meant and realized that this was a new way of entertaining them.
So six pairs of eyes greedily stared at the garbage running desperately in the ruins.
One of the team members blew a loud whistle, raised his gun and aimed, but did not pull the trigger. He just shouted excitedly: "Run! Run, little lone mouse! See how far you can run, hahahaha!"
They saw the little garbage boy start to look back at them nervously as he ran, as if he thought that he could really run away. His fearful, desperate and embarrassed look greatly delighted them.
Several times he was tripped by obstacles on the rugged road and got up again. He was panic-stricken but tenacious, which added to the effect of the show. All the team members in the car were laughing.
Duva still didn't rush to get rid of him, but drove the jeep around the little trash in circles to drive him away, making him run back and forth continuously.
Duva felt secretly happy at this fate where he seemed to have tried his best but it was useless and he was just spinning in circles like a fly.
This is the treatment the weak deserve in this doomsday.
Even though he clearly had the power over the life and death of this abandoned piece of trash, he still left him a glimmer of hope and didn't kill him, instead constantly changing directions to chase and toy with him.
For them, this is the most interesting pastime at work in this world, like a game of cat and mouse.
But this happiness only lasted for ten minutes before disappearing. The little trash in front of him was exhausted and stumbled and could no longer run.
Duva was disgusted by the sight of this little piece of trash who had no power to fight back, and it made him lose the sense of superiority over others.
I felt like I couldn't find any fun in Little Garbage anymore, so I stopped hanging out with him.
"You're running too slowly, little mouse. Those who run slowly will die!"
This time he accelerated at full speed and crashed straight into the car. Several pairs of eyes stared greedily at the exhausted child in the ruins who was hit by the front of the car and rolled under the wheels.
The little trash fell to the ground and there was no movement.
The team members cheered: "Precise strike! The captain's driving skills are as good as ever."
Duva was a little confused as to why he didn't feel the special pleasure he had when the garbage was crushed by the wheels, but he quickly attributed it to the fact that the garbage was too small and didn't take it seriously.
Small garbage is meaningless...
But the little trash who fell to the ground suddenly stood up again, looked at him expressionlessly, and started running again.
It was as if she was deliberately provoking him.
"Grass!"
A team member behind him had already aimed at Little Trash's leg and pulled the trigger, and Little Trash fell to the ground.
This won't kill the little garbage, but it will make him lose his ability to move.
A perverted smile appeared on Duva's ugly face, and he opened the car door and prepared to get out.
He was going to torture this little piece of trash, play with his worthless life, and enjoy his death.
But the little trash seemed to be deliberately teasing them. After falling to the ground, he stood up again without any harm. He looked at them expressionlessly, and then suddenly crawled into a hole in the ground.
The team members who were aiming at him fired several shots but failed to stop him.
The players were incredulous: "Didn't you hit it?"
"impossible!"
Duva's inner emotions were already getting agitated: Die, die, die, you little piece of trash!
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