"Look, that's the airport over there. We checked it with a drone and found nine planes parked there, one of which was a large plane and the other eight were medium-sized. The other planes at the airport were driven away at the beginning."
The gentleman in shirt and trousers handed him a pair of binoculars and pointed his finger forward.
The man took the telescope and looked up.
There was indeed a large, wide area with a flat road over there.
Just a crowd of people.
Many zombies and blood-red figures gathered at the airport, wandering aimlessly.
They are the main reason preventing this group of people from leaving here.
There are too many monsters at the airport, and no one dares to provoke them unless they are sure of what to do.
Therefore, it was impossible to fly the plane away.
Even though I knew that the city had been isolated from the world and was about to be destroyed by a nuclear bomb.
It turns out that the only city that has fallen into the apocalypse is the city where everyone lives, and this city has been completely isolated.
At this time, the outside world is still prosperous and peaceful.
Even the vast majority of people have no idea what is happening in this city.
Due to the special geographical location of this city, it is surrounded by mountains on the east and west sides, and railway tracks and mining areas on the north and south sides. As long as the roads on the north and south sides are blocked and guarded outside the mountains, anyone who tries to escape will be shot to death, the rest of the people in the city will only be confused by the false news and broadcasts, thinking that the whole world has become like this and monsters are rampant.
Stay in this city honestly and give up the idea of escaping to other places.
[There are monsters in the grasslands, and the animals have mutated. It is more dangerous than in the city.]
[The depths of the water are unfathomable, and the animals on the seabed mutate more rapidly, which is beyond human control. ]
News like this is constantly giving quiet hints to the survivors of this city.
The outside world is very dangerous, hundreds or thousands of times more dangerous than where we are now.
Don't run around.
The reason for doing this, of course, is not because the mutated monsters are so dangerous and scary.
In fact, the monsters that look scary are vulnerable to thermal weapons.
But they are so contagious that 99.9 percent of people will be infected if they come into direct physical contact with the monsters.
After being infected, one might die immediately, or become a new monster.
The outside world calls this the MI virus.
Ever since the MI virus appeared and broke out in this city, the outside world realized the strong infectiousness of the MI virus and the city was quickly quarantined.
After nearly two months, the outside world has not been able to develop a vaccine.
The MI virus is showing increasingly terrifying characteristics.
Most people who know the inside story just want the MI virus to be completely eradicated and leave this world.
Otherwise, unless a vaccine is developed, the end of the world will come sooner or later.
A city that has become a "source of poison" must not be allowed to remain there.
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"Does anyone know how to fly a plane? Where is the fuel?"
The man held a telescope and looked far away in the direction of the airport. The sunlight shone on his slightly raised face, casting a circle of warm white light, making it impossible to see his expression clearly.
"Yes, we have two people who can fly planes! And we broadcast it every day. More people should gather here in the future, and there must be people who can fly planes among them! As for the fuel..."
"There should be some left in the airport..."
The gentle man was a little uncertain.
The man turned his head to look at him and returned the binoculars to him.
"Is this the uncertain plan you're going to use to escape this city?"
A cold and penetrating voice asked softly.
Although there was no sarcasm in his tone, the gentle man couldn't help but touch the side of his face, feeling a little embarrassed.
"Well... there's nothing I can do. Aircraft fuel is special and hard to get. I don't know where else I can find special fuel for airplanes... Anyway, if I want to fly these planes away, I have to clear out all the monsters in the airport. Then I can see if there's any fuel. If not, I can think of another way..."
The first people to gather here were a few ordinary people who accidentally learned the real information from the outside world. They were able to brainstorm and come up with a way to drop the nuclear bomb in advance without alerting the outside world and attract capable survivors in the city. It was already very good.
They broadcast in Mandarin with a local accent, claiming to be government troops and calling on survivors to come forward.
In the eyes of the outside world, they are a group of scammers pretending to be government troops and jumping around. They are not worth mentioning and have never received any attention.
In the eyes of the survivors in this city, the people broadcasting the broadcast were a group of scammers pretending to be government troops. However, the survivors still retained a glimmer of hope and came to investigate.
As long as the survivors in this city are willing to come and can get here alive, they will achieve their goal.
The man stayed in this place for the next two days.
Together with the people here, we used all kinds of methods and means to lure out the monsters in the airport little by little and then kill them.
Use this method to eliminate the huge number of monsters in the airport.
He repeated the mechanical movements and chopped off the head of the blood-red figure that rushed in front of him with one knife. The head fell and rolled a few times on the ground covered with layers of dark red blood before stopping.
The man dodged the monster that was about to attack from the side by turning sideways and struck back with a knife.
My thoughts gradually drifted away and my mind became a little dazed.
After clearing the monsters from the airport, assuming there is enough aircraft fuel left in the airport, and the plane carrying everyone escapes the city and is not shot down by outsiders, then what?
It is impossible for the plane to take away all the survivors in the city. Do the remaining people have to stay in the city and wait to die?
If another method is used to allow most people in the city to escape, no one can guarantee that the MI virus will not be brought out and spread to the outside world, turning the entire world into doomsday.
Even if it is just a small group of people who escaped by plane, wouldn't they be carrying the MI virus?
His brows were furrowed, and worry now shone in his usually sharp and penetrating eyes.
He did not hesitate or struggle at all when faced with these choices.
His heart remains as firm as ever.
But, is there any way to break the impasse?
A cool breeze blew behind my head.
The man dodged sideways, turned around, and stabbed the long knife in his hand into the forehead of the blood-red figure standing behind and attacking him.
These monsters are so annoying.
The long knife pressed down slightly, and a spherical blood-red object that was cut diagonally into two halves fell to the ground with a "bang".
The semi-solidified blood slowly seeped out and flowed all over the ground, merging with the blood flowing from more fallen monsters.
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After clearing out a wave of monsters, everyone returned to their temporary residence to rest.
Lunch consisted of beef-flavored compressed biscuits and scallion-oil-flavored compressed biscuits.
One meat and one vegetable, a healthy combination, served with nutritious boiled water.
He looked at the silver package over and over again, opened the outer wrapping paper, broke off a small piece of compressed biscuit, put it in his mouth and tasted it.
The chewing action froze.
She silently handed the compressed biscuits to the gentle man who was leaning on the old sofa next to her.
The gentle man was holding a photo in his hand, rubbing his fingers with his eyes focused. He saw the compressed biscuits handed to him from the corner of his eye, took it and took a bite.
"Your family?"
A voice as clear as a spring asked.
"My wife and daughter." The gentle man looked at the photo and smiled slightly. Due to neglect, there was a short stubble on his chin.
His stubble looked prickly, but his smile was exceptionally gentle.
"Fortunately they are not in this city."
The background of the photo in my hand is a rapeseed field. The green stalks seem to stretch to the sky, and large patches of bright yellow rapeseed flowers are in full bloom.
Two figures, one big and one small, stood in front of the rape flowers, holding hands and smiling brightly.
The woman was wearing a red short top, a white long skirt, and a big sun hat on her head with a red ribbon tied around the edge.
The little girl next to her was wearing a red dress, twin ponytails, and a light red hair flower.
After a pause, the man asked casually, "Does your family like red?"
"Eh?" The gentle man was stunned, a little confused.
The man gestured to the photo in his hand.
“Ah, this…”
He looked at the clothes worn by the mother and daughter in the photo, and then he came to his senses, a little confused. Thinking carefully, his face was tangled, and he said uncertainly: "It seems... right... I think I like red very much..."
"How old is your daughter?"
"Seven years old."
"Very cute." As if chatting casually, the man added: "My niece is about the same age and likes Transformers. What does your daughter like?"
The gentle man was stunned by his question and opened his mouth, speechless.
"Little girls... probably all like Barbie dolls..."
The man raised an eyebrow, and seeing that he was racking his brains to recall, he didn't want to embarrass him anymore. He got up from the sofa and walked away.
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"That day in the classroom, halfway through reading a book, someone suddenly turned into a zombie... By the way, what did you do before?"
"When the monster appeared, I was working at a construction site." The middle-aged man in his forties took a puff of cigarette, smoke billowed out, and mist lingered around him.
His hands were rough, his skin was dark, there were wrinkles around his eyes and forehead, and there always seemed to be dust on his body that he couldn't shake off.
"Do you remember what project you took on before the monster appeared?"
Hmm? What kind of project were you working on at that time?
The middle-aged man's smoking action suddenly froze.
Why can't I remember anything...
I only remember that I took on a project and was halfway through when a monster appeared, the city was in chaos, the mountains shook, an earthquake occurred, and the way out was blocked by rocks. Those who climbed up the mountain to the other side never came back.
All memories with details begin with the appearance of the monster.
In the past, the memories in one’s mind were not so much memories as they were a rough resume of a person, which was roughly stuffed into one’s brain, and one was made to memorize the information on it, and then answer questions fluently.
…………
"I used to be a chef. Look at my fat body. Haha."
"Szechuan cuisine, huh? What's your specialty?"
"Well... let me think about it. Maybe I'm good at all of them, but I can't remember them all at once. Haha..."
…………
"...Monsters have appeared in this city, and it's about to be bombed by a nuclear bomb. Brother, can you please stop asking me what my grades are?"
"I usually like to play games. What game are you asking about? It's the latest popular shooting game! It's called...what's it called..."
"My teammates in the game...ah, I forgot all about them."
…………
The problem is huge.
The man took advantage of the time when everyone was resting to ask seven or eight people a variety of questions.
Most of them were about details in life or work, but I found that they basically couldn't answer them.
When asked what they did in the past, how old they are, their hobbies, and their relatives, they can answer quickly without hesitation. But when asked in more detail, they all look confused and can't come up with an answer even after scratching their heads for a long time.
There is also something wrong with their memory.
Same as men.
All the empty memories became full and detailed after the monster appeared.
It seemed that it was from then on that they came "alive".
The monster had only been around for less than two months, so not much time had passed for the memory gap to be so obviously noticed at this time.
As time goes by, the memories and details in our mind will gradually become more fulfilled. Even the vague memories will be quietly filled in with complete details as people think and recall.
By then, it will be difficult for anyone to doubt their memory.
Memories are false, so what about people?
And the monsters that appear as memories are enriched...
Who fabricated these memories and for what purpose?
The city is full of highly contagious monsters, and a nuclear bomb is about to be dropped outside the city to destroy the source of infection. Even if they want to escape, the best case scenario for the people in this city is that there is enough fuel. The people in the city quickly gather together, get on the plane, and more than 2,000 people escape from the city without being hit by shells.
Then, the virus is brought to the outside world.
The situation has reached a stalemate, and there is no way to have the best of both worlds in the short term.
After the monsters appeared, the memories of everyone's experiences gradually became real. The false memories are inseparable from the appearance of those monsters. Perhaps we can start from this aspect.
But he had no idea where to start. He only knew that he was not Xia Mozhi, and he knew nothing else.
The brain is confused and the thoughts are disturbed.
At this moment, an inexplicable sense of crisis suddenly spread throughout my body.
The man suddenly raised his head, his sharp gaze was like an arrow, as if piercing the void.
…………
"I want him dead now!"
The young man roared, bent his body slightly, curled his fingers into claws, and grabbed each other in the air.
Black mist emerged from between his hands and lingered around.
When his hands were filled with enough strength, the young man flew into the sky and rushed towards the place where Luo Zheyu was floating in the air.
He raised his hands forward and struck hard on both sides of Luo Zheyu's temples, whose brows were tightly closed.
At this moment, Luo Zheyu's mind was pulled into the world constructed by the young man by the Thousand-faceted Mirror, and his body was completely defenseless.
If this move is implemented, it will cause great damage to his soul.
The young man's eyes were fierce, he gritted his teeth viciously, and the corners of his mouth curled up, slowly forming a twisted smile.
“Go to hell!”
The black energy attached to the clawed hands was about to touch Luo Zheyu's solar plexus.
The young man was floating in the air at this time, standing face to face with Luo Zheyu.
Just before the palm was slapped, the pair of sharp eyes suddenly opened, staring straight at the young man as if shooting out a sharp blade.
The young man was startled, then he reacted and the smile on his face widened.
What if you wake up? It’s too late to escape and you will be killed by him anyway!
Wouldn't it be better to be killed in a confused state? Why do I have to wake up at this time and watch myself face death but be unable to do anything?
With his eyes narrowed, the young man watched the black energy in his hands touch Luo Zheyu's face, watched his clawed hands clasp his temples, expecting him to show a painful expression, watching...
“Bang!”
Um?
The two palms collided with each other, making a loud clapping sound.
The palms that hit each other suddenly felt a sharp pain, as if when they were a child, their teacher hit them dozens of times with a ruler. Their hands were swollen, painful, and a little numb, and they no longer had much feeling.
Luo Zheyu still stayed where he was, without moving. The young man's hands seemed to pass through his head as if passing through the projection, and his hands were clasped between the head of Luo Zheyu's "projection" without any hindrance.
This isn't a fake person.
The young man withdrew his hand and quickly retreated, staring at Luo Zheyu with a vigilant look on his face as he closed his eyes again.
"Million-face mirror, what's going on?"
The young man asked with gritted teeth, but he just stared at Luo Zheyu, wary of his next move, and did not move forward.
"My Lord, this person has begun to doubt the world you have built. Just now, he almost escaped from my restraints."
A cold and hoarse voice said slowly.
“Will it be so soon?”
"The speed of spiritual thinking cannot be followed by the mortal world. What the spirit experiences in a moment can be a moment or decades."
"In order to synchronize with this person's mind, I will speed up the world you built accordingly..."
Listening to the calm words of the Thousand-Faced Mirror Spirit, the young man felt uneasy.
really.
"Unfinished world. Because there was no interference and improvement in the middle stage, the world has already appeared flawed."
The tone of the cold and hoarse voice did not change at all, as if this was not something worth mentioning.
"Depend on!*****!!"
The young man suddenly exploded and uttered a few swear words.
"What do I want you to do? What's the use of you? You can't do anything, but you can only cause trouble! You can't just put him in a small space, you have to put him in the world I built, right? You must have planned it all along!"
"My Lord, watch your words."
"Words? Ha, words, what the hell, you are nothing, why should I ask you to be careful with your words..."
The young man was furious, but he also understood that this was the best time to kill Luo Zheyu, and he had no time to argue with the spirit of the Thousand-Faced Mirror.
Delay will lead to changes.
He stretched out his hand and gathered his strength, the void turned into a huge palm, and slapped towards Luo Zheyu with all his might.
Luo Zheyu, who was floating in the air, was hit hard. His body shook and he could no longer keep floating in the air. He fell into the silver-white sea of fire below.
The young man then gathered his palms together and slapped Luo Zheyu several times.
With every palm strike, the body's falling speed increased.
Other than that, there was no other reaction.
The young man hastily used a palm formed from the void, but the attack power was not enough to pose much threat to him.
Just barely enough to break through the defense.
To cause damage, at least seven or eight consecutive palm strikes are required.
During this period, Luo Zheyu kept his eyes closed and did not open his eyelids at all.
The figure quickly fell into the silver-white flames and was engulfed by the sea of fire.
Seeing that Luo Zheyu did not resist and did not move, the young man condensed the black smoke again, let it surround his body, and rushed into the ocean of silver-white flames.
But Luo Zheyu's body could not be found anywhere.
There was nothing where he had been shot down.
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"At the end of summer, let's go."
"Summer Solstice?"
"The end of summer!!!"
The man was startled by the voice and came back to his senses.
He shook his head and gently rubbed his temples with his fingers.
He seemed to have seen a man just now.
It’s so close, and looks a little…peculiar.
There was hatred and viciousness in her eyes, and she glared at him with gritted teeth, but she was smiling.
A face twisted into three.
There was also gray ribbon-like mist that kept swirling around the body, and endless silver-white flames that seemed to be at hand.
So familiar...
That's what he really has.
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