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The girl blankly hugged her cold body. Her beautiful blue eyes were like the blue sky, but they were filled with tears, as if she had lost her soul.

In this slightly desolate city, it looks even more pitiful, as if it has been abandoned by the whole world.

He clenched his fists tightly, and slowly curled up into a ball, curled up in the arms of the dead old man, his eyes dead silent, muttering to himself:

"Grandpa Andrew, this is a dream, right? A nightmare. When I wake up, I will see you smiling and calling me 'Miss', I will see Sister Vivian watering the flowers in the yard, I will see Aunt Mary serving my favorite breakfast and greeting me, I will see Uncle Tom washing the car..."

As she spoke, tears began to roll down her face again. The pain in her body reminded her that this was not a nightmare, but she would rather it was a nightmare.

That way, she will have a chance to wake up and see everyone alive again.

"Wow, wow, wow, mom, I'm really scared, I miss you so much..."

On the other side, Shang Huayang turned his head worriedly to look in the direction of the girl and sighed softly. The human adaptability is really terrifying. He has vaguely adapted to this city full of corpses.

Shang Huachuan pulled Shang Huayang, who was about to fall, back:

"What are you daydreaming about? This isn't a safe place. Also, stop sighing. That's not like you."

I am used to seeing my brother smiling happily, so it is rare to see him looking so sad.

"I see. I just feel bad. Brother, I have been studying history since I was young. I once complained that history was too difficult to memorize, but now it seems that history is too short. Books cannot describe all the sufferings of that generation. It is hard to imagine what kind of power our ancestors relied on to earn a place for us to settle down in that era."

Where is the empathy?

They can learn about the sufferings of their ancestors from history books and judge the brutality of monsters and the acting skills of actors in TV dramas.

I am moved by the efforts and dedication of our ancestors.

But after leaving the cinema and entering society, how many people will still remember those things?

Nowadays, there are indeed many people who are blinded by comfort and cannot see the various crises behind comfort.

Shang Huayang didn’t understand why he had to leave the monsters outside the city. He could obviously concentrate his efforts to eliminate some of the monsters outside the city and leave an absolutely safe rear area.

But only now do I understand the official meaning.

Comfort will erode people's ambition and motivation to move forward, and will bring corruption.

The front line is still fighting bravely, and countless psychics and warriors have been sacrificed. What is needed is not only supplies from the rear, but also a steady supply of fresh blood from the rear.

If young people are corrupted, there will be no future.

Of course, if one day you become strong enough, it will not be impossible to destroy all the monsters.

The most likely possibility is to raise monsters in captivity, and then find a way to break into the monster world. Isn't it rude not to reciprocate?

Thinking of this, Shang Huayang's blood began to boil.

Shang Huachuan looked at his brother in surprise. That’s right, it didn’t look like he had been switched. How come he suddenly became so profound?

That's not something he would say.

Echoed:

“Yes, the ones who can leave their names in history are the celebrities, the ones who have done great things. How can there be room for ordinary people?

If we really were to write them down one by one, the history would probably be longer than our lives.

History is like a rolling torrent. We don’t know how many heroes and great men have not been fully written about and are buried.

The sufferings experienced by ordinary people will only be a short line in the history books, which cannot record the heart-wrenching and unforgettable lives of countless people. "

Just like this city, the number of deaths will only be a line of numbers on a report. As for the love, hatred and grudges of those people in the numbers, who cares?

The only survivor, a little girl, had a miserable life. Who would care about her?

Well, maybe they do care. Those reporters will ask for all kinds of information and write reports to attract attention.

When faced with a breaking point, he forgot about the girl.

Who cares whether the girl is dead or alive in the end? She has no traffic anyway.

This city is a city in the United States. Except for China, other countries are not very stable. They pursue freedom, and there is some distance between them. They fight each other, and the countries exist in name only.

The city is not very safe. You have to be on guard against anyone and be nervous every time you go out.

A pretty little girl, but the result was not very good. I heard that there are many pedophiles abroad, but I don’t know if it is true or not.

"Don't sigh about history. Get to work. Do you want to sleep? You can't go back until you finish your work."

When Zhong Muming's cold voice sounded, Shang Huayang and Shang Huachuan shuddered and hurried to follow.

They have a mark on their hands, which is a door that is invisible to other people. They can also liberate souls on their own. Strictly speaking, the two of them can help.

Seeing the two finally move, Zhong Muming, who had a grim expression on his face, felt better. He worked alone, and the two were muttering behind him. No, didn't he find someone to help him? Not a supervisor.

I just folded my hands and watched them work.

Meeting Zhong Muming's cold gaze, the two of them moved faster.

They are wrong.

After running across the city, they felt like their legs were no longer theirs.

Before, they were still in the mood to talk about philosophy and history, but now they just want to finish their work and go back to have a good sleep.

He drooped his body listlessly, following Zhong Muming and walking towards the girl.

She was still curled up in the old man's arms, motionless, her face full of tear marks. It was unknown how long she had been crying. She seemed to have fainted from crying, or maybe she had cried herself to sleep.

After all, even an adult may not be able to accept such a great mental stimulation, let alone she is still a child.

It was Shang Huachuan who went up and woke her up.

"Wake up."

The girl rubbed her red eyes and completely woke up. She glanced around and looked extremely lost:

"It's not a dream~"

Shang Huachuan coughed, attracting her attention, and began to ask:

"Have you thought about it? We're leaving."

Yes, they finally cleaned up such a big city. Looking at the "clean" city, they felt a sense of accomplishment.

"Can I come with you?"

The little girl's blue eyes were full of pleading, and her words made Shang Huachuan's eyes widen.

Shang Huayang pushed Shang Huachuan in confusion:

"translate."

After learning about the little girl's choice, he was also puzzled. You know, this was the first time they met and they were complete strangers!