[Comprehensive] Cannon fodder, do you want to counterattack?

Dudu's claws haven't grown strong yet, and he can't do anything to the well-known wear-resistant jacket, and he can't bite it with his mouth. After trying a few times, Dudu feels that when this person returns home, he throws himself into the pot to cook. Before, it should not be able to break through this heavy obstacle, so I decided to save some effort first.

The pocket was dangling softly like a cradle, and the body temperature transmitted through the thin material was so comfortable, but the keen intuition never conveyed any dangerous information to it... So it didn't take long, thinking hard Dudu, who managed to get away, fell asleep very disappointingly - you can't expect much perseverance from a cat that is more than one month old.

Dudu, who has lived with one eye open for more than ten days, slept very soundly this time. After a full sleep, he stretched his waist in satisfaction, opened his eyes lazily, and turned his head from the I poked out of the soft nest to take a look, and was startled.

It was sleeping in the middle of the dining table at the moment, and the man was holding a cardboard box, sitting at the dining table and munching on noodles, as if he didn't notice that he was awake.Dudu quietly got up, grabbed the edge of the small bed where he was sleeping with a little force, and jumped lightly..., the bed was overturned.

Dudu lay on the table with his belly on the ground, glanced at the man who seemed expressionless but had a smile in his eyes, angrily stomped on the small nest under his belly: Why are you so unlucky?

After crawling out three or two times, Dudu discovered another fact that made his hair stand on end: the "nest" where it sleeps is exactly the same as the bowl where men eat noodles, so...put it in a bowl, Are you going to eat it after you finish eating the noodles?

Seeing that he was sleeping soundly in the bucket of instant noodles with a small towel just now, and woke up ignorant, the cute little guy suddenly became vigilant. The man put down his chopsticks, picked up the little thing and put it on the ground, stretched out his hand and said: " The door is over there."

Dudu was stunned for a moment, then ran towards the place he was pointing at, then turned around angrily, staring at the man walking towards it: "Meow!"

fraud!

The man said: "I just said that the door is here, but I didn't say that the door is open."

One side bent down.

Seeing that he was about to bend over, Dudu immediately rushed out along the edge of the wall at the fastest speed, but after only a few steps, he was lifted up lightly by a hand. The man didn't seem to notice its reluctance, and said: "I'll show you two things. If you still want to leave after it's over, I'll open the door for you."

Dudu immediately became obedient.

Apparently the man could easily cook it without lying about it.

The man picked up a pair of binoculars and looked at it for a while. After finding the target, he gave up half of the space and mumbled: "Look there."

Dudu has never been out of the house since he was born. The big green tree that seems to be close at hand in the binoculars is very novel to him, but what the man let him see is not a tree, but a cat on the tree, to be exact , a cat turned into a monster.

That monster cat was completely different from Dudu's. Although it was daytime, its movements were still sensitive. It walked quietly on the branches, and then it disappeared from the telescope with a lightning strike.

The man moved the binoculars, and soon caught its figure again. It was biting a bloody little sparrow. Its movements were extremely ferocious, and it was completely devoid of the elegance it had when it was alive.

The man put Dudu on the desk, put down the binoculars, and said, "Did you see it? Zombies that are active outside and have eaten a lot of fresh flesh and blood are completely different from those kept at home. They are very powerful, and It will become more and more powerful. There are such monsters everywhere outside, you are clumsy, even if you are smart, how many days can you live outside?"

Dudu glanced out of the window and lay down weakly.

The man opened a can of beer, took a sip, and lazily said: "There is no pain, no exhaustion, and only by injuring the brain can they die completely. When the energy shortage reaches a certain level, they will lie down on the spot with almost no consumption. They will not lose their activity even if they don't eat or drink, but when they hear the sound or smell the blood food, they will immediately get up to catch the prey... What's more, they can evolve after eating fresh blood food, Become stronger, faster, more flexible, and with luck, you can even evolve various abilities. Invisibility, fire breathing, controlling zombies and even teleportation..."

"Do you think God is crazy to make such powerful monsters to destroy the living beings?" The man sneered, and said, "But it's not, they are just food prepared by God for those favored ones.

"I heard that there is a kind of bird that deliberately kicks one or several of them out of the nest when it is hatching, exposes it to the sun and rain, and watches them die and stink. After the other chicks hatch, the large Birds will peck open these eggs, and the stench will attract countless mosquitoes, flies and ants, and those little birds can have a delicious meal.

"These seemingly powerful zombies, like those attracted mosquitoes, are the first food God provides to those supernatural beings. What's even more sad is that us ordinary people are like those kicked out of the bird's nest. Eggs... Zombies evolve by eating our flesh and blood, while supernatural beings upgrade through their crystal nuclei."

The man looked at his toot, seemingly understanding, and smiled lightly. No matter how smart this little thing is, how could he understand what he meant? Strange, why do I know so much?

"Because on the night when the mutation happened, I had a dream, a long dream... I dreamed that the end of the world was coming, and I fought with all my strength to break out of the siege, in this zombie-filled world, The world where alien beasts are rampant has created a place for all human beings to stand on. Then, disagreements happened," the man sneered, with mockery in his eyes: "I thought that even if everyone had different positions, even if they had a few quarrels, they would still be in private. Still a good brother, but...

"I was caught by them in my sleep and fed the zombies they secretly raised. They even deliberately made me wake up the moment I was locked in the cage, so that I could watch myself being eaten bit by bit. ...while they were outside the cage, talking and laughing amidst my screams."

The man sneered again, and looked away from the window. When he lowered his head, he found that the dejected little thing lying on the table had sat up, and looked at him seriously with a pair of big clear eyes. thick water vapor.

"So," the man patted the little guy's head lightly, and said, "You have to remember that in this world, people are more terrifying than zombies."

Seeing the little guy nodding obediently, the man was slightly taken aback: Did you really understand?

No matter if you understood, I reached out and grabbed the kitten again. This time I didn't carry it, but put it in the palm of my hand, pushed open a door, and said, "Look."

The room is full of supplies: rice, flour, oil, meat...

Dudu was surprised for a while and then cursed: That's too bad!With so much to eat, he even snatched its cat food!

Putting Dudu back on the dining table, the man sat down and started eating noodles again: "If you stay, I don't know what will happen in the future. I can't guarantee that I won't eat you. I can only guarantee that if I want to eat... I will eat you in the end."

"Meow?"

The man rubbed its head with his fingers: "Because of all the meat... your shelf life is the longest!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he was bitten on his fingertip again. The man didn't take it seriously, and stretched out his hand to stroke the soft hairball a few times, thinking, this is very good.

That dream was too long and too real. When he woke up, the pain from being bitten by the zombies still remained on his body, and his heart was still full of anger, hatred and despair.

Overnight, the originally enthusiastic and cheerful young man became indifferent and withdrawn like another person. He felt as if he was wandering outside this world. He was not a zombie, but he couldn't trust or get close to anyone.He is numb and indifferent to living the life that should be in the last days, collecting materials and food during the day, exercising crazily at night and then locking the doors and windows to sleep... Life and death are meaningless, and he doesn't even have the desire for revenge—revenge, who is he revenge on? ?To the group of people in the dream that I haven't met yet, or to this world?

The powerful instincts tempered in the dream allowed him to live comfortably in this desperate early days of the end of the world.But he was not at all complacent, because he still hadn't awakened any abilities just like in his dream.

The future human world is the world of supernatural beings. His so-called "powerful" is nothing in front of future supernatural beings.Without supernatural powers, or being slaughtered like slaves, or becoming food for zombies, contributing to the evolution of supernatural beings.

Because of the word "supernatural ability", people are not regenerated but equal, and the ugliest side of human beings is exposed nakedly. The unbelievable evil deeds have become the norm after the end of the world.

People with supernatural powers are superior and no longer regard ordinary people as human beings, or they no longer regard themselves as human beings. They do whatever they want without any sense of guilt, while ordinary people, in order to survive, have repeatedly lowered their bottom line. , Personality, morality... Betrayal is nothing but the norm.

He repeated the same life every day, except for the heat in his heart, he felt no different from the zombies wandering on the street.Or there are other things hidden in his heart, but he doesn't want to think about it, he doesn't want to touch it.

Whether it will become more powerful, or be reduced to cannon fodder again, his life is probably like this, spent numbly.

Maybe it's because he's been lonely for too long, but at this moment he suddenly feels that it's not bad to raise such a cold and thin cat in the last days.

Coolness is good, there is no burden of loyalty, there is no need to struggle when abandoning, no need to worry when leaving, and no pain when betraying.

Of course, if it's just a simple pet, no matter how cute he is, he has no intention of adopting it, but this little guy is very good, smart, weak and non-threatening, at least when he talks to it because he is too lonely, he won't If you feel sick, you don't have to worry about its betrayal.

"Sneeze! Sneeze!"

There was a strange sound, and when the man turned his head, he saw the piece of meat with the longest shelf life in his family standing upright on his beer can, sticking out his tender red tongue to lick the few drops of beer spilling out of the can, being caught by the Wei'er shook his head again and again like a wiggle, but after a while, he cautiously poked his head over.

The man took the beer can away from under Dudu's paws with a blank expression, raised his head and took a sip, and put it far away on the other side: It seems that the saying that curiosity killed the cat really makes sense, no matter how smart it is Cats are all the same.

As soon as he lowered his head, he found that little thing was standing in front of him again, biting a piece of instant noodles hanging from the edge of the bowl, and suddenly felt a black thread, he picked it up and threw it into the instant noodle bucket lined with a small towel. Go throw it into the corner.