Ango

Song Lin silently pushed open one door after another, some were locked, some were not; most were unlocked.These doors are very small, and the light inside the door is dim. Even if Zheng Xuan followed closely behind him, he could only see the situation in the room clearly after he walked away.

Song Lin's hand was always steady, and he never lost control of his emotions.

In front of them are all insignificant houses, white tiles, concrete floors, and corpses lying on the ground. Because of the age, I can no longer see clearly the situation when I died. The power system is still relatively complete, but there is no water in the water tank.Song Lin would stop at the door of some houses and leave before Zheng Xuan couldn't help but make a sound.

"Material library."

Song Lin pushed open a door again, and finally got something.

It was a small house with a low roof and only one small window through which cold white light could be seen, and iron boxes piled up on the ground could be vaguely seen.

"It's compressed biscuits!"

Song Lin's mood finally improved a lot.

No one likes to drink nutritional supplements.

The two rummaged for almost half an hour, and there were about a dozen iron boxes of food left.Looking at these biscuits, the two did not speak for a long time.

"We can't leave with that much."

Zheng Xuan spoke first, and they all knew it.

After all, they don't have enough space, and they still need to bring a few barrels of oil.

"Let's come back and get it later."

Song Lin quickly made up his mind, and the two left the house first to find the most needed gasoline.

"I remember back in the day there were places like gas stations in cities."

The two of them each carried two barrels of gasoline and put them in the trunk. With the addition of the remaining barrel, there was very little space in the trunk.

"But in times of war, gas stations are definitely the first to be bombed."

Zheng Xuan leaned against the rear headlight and looked up at the sky.Gasoline was placed in the arsenal, and he took some guns and guns by the way.

"There's not room for a box of biscuits here."

Song Lin leaned against him, full of resistance to re-entering this military area, like a conditioned reflex, Zheng Xuan could see it, and could only sigh silently,

"Then put it in the back seat, I'll move it, you wait here for me."

Song Lin stared blankly at his back, but finally followed him.

Most of the time, it was Zheng Xuan who led him along. Song Lin thought that most of the time, although he was the one who knew the way, Zheng Xuan was the motivation to persevere, and it would be more at ease to follow him.

Maybe Zheng Xuan also knows the way, then his existence seems to be useless.

"Determined."

Before setting off again, Song Lin said with emotion.

The weather was still cold, but there was no more snow, and after a few days, the sun finally showed its face.

"Vegetable...vegetable flavor."

Early in the morning, Song Lin was sitting cross-legged on the hood of the front of the car, carefully studying the compressed biscuits in his hand, the silver-white packaging shone with a metallic cold glow under the morning light and snow.

They only moved three boxes of biscuits in total. Both of them had eaten these biscuits many years ago. The taste was stronger than nutritional supplements, but eating too much made them sick.

"What's the smell of vegetables?"

Zheng Xuan couldn't help asking, Song Lin's condition was very bad, he spent a lot of time in a daze, always absent-minded, Zheng Xuan saw it and teased him from time to time.

"I don't know, I've never eaten vegetables." In this world, let alone vegetables, it's rare to find even a green plant.Song Lin tilted his head to look at the distant horizon, the combination of sunlight and snow was a bit dazzling, Song Lin closed his eyes, "Maybe I ate it when I was very young, anyway, I don't remember."

Zheng Xuan got close to him by accident, kissed the corner of his mouth, and soon separated, Song Lin laughed, the two dimples were very beautiful.

"There are four pieces inside." Song Lin looked down at the light yellow biscuits inside the package, carefully took out one, and handed it to Zheng Xuan, "Try it, it tastes like vegetables."

"……so hard!"

Zheng Xuan finally broke a corner.

"By the way, I remember that when I used to eat compressed biscuits, I always soaked them in water."

Song Lin saw that he was chewing crunchily, so he stuffed the biscuits in his hand and jumped out of the car.

"Come on, let's take a dip too."

He took out the water and the pot and put them on the car.

"Hmm..." Zheng Xuan also looked at the pot and suggested, "We can heat up the water before putting the biscuits in."

"Row."

Song Lin picked up waste rocks and combustibles at random, and set up a stove to light the fire.

They also fished a box of purified water from that temporary military area, a rare luxury for them.

"To mash."

Song Lin thought about it again.

The two frantically smashed the biscuits that had been thrown into the pan with a knife.

"Unappetizing."

Seeing that it was almost cooked, Song Lin licked off what was left on the knife, and stared blankly at the sticky stuff in the pot.

"But it's better than nutritional supplements."

"As long as you can eat it."

The two quickly finished eating the boiled biscuits and began to study the map again.

"It shouldn't be far away," Song Lin pointed to their location. After having a map, both of them formed the habit of looking for road signs everywhere. "It's less than two provinces away. Be there in a week."

"After I got the antibody, I had an extra bargaining chip when I went to the new province to be a dignitary."

Zheng Xuan understood what he said, but when Song Lin said it so frankly, Zheng Xuan felt a little annoyed.

"Will the people over there give you the antibody?"

"Well, to be honest, I don't know either," Song Lin stared at the map and said, "The people over there work in the same research institute as my parents. There was no problem with my mother's last tone, but it was too late. After so many years... If it doesn't work, I can only grab it."

Zheng Xuan looked at him with complicated eyes. At this moment, he realized clearly that Song Lin preferred to wander in this world rather than going to Xinxing. If he didn't have himself, he wouldn't go to Xinxing, at least Would not choose to go now.

But what he didn't understand was why he was so obsessed with bringing the antibody to New Province.

"I either don't go to the new province," Song Lin saw his confusion, "but if I go, I must have antibodies."

"why?"

The question under the tongue finally blurted out.

"This is...my mother's last words."

Song Lin's tone was very lacklustre, hesitating, he didn't seem to be lying, but he didn't have the power to persuade others.Zheng Xuan looked at him, and took a long time to look away.

"Just grab it..."

They put the cleaned utensils back into the car, and Song Lin also washed his face. The river water was bitingly cold, which made people sober up a lot.

"Eleven hours."

Zheng Xuan habitually tells the time, the time they have left before dark on this day.

"It's been a long time."

Song Lin pouted, and turned the key.

The lonely off-road vehicle continued to travel, stumbling, day after day, leaving two long and heavy depressions in the snow.

On a certain night, in a daze, Song Lin suddenly returned to that sultry summer, people coming and going, in the small space, the smell of sweat, rotting meat, and various body odors mixed with depressive coughing, vaguely crying...

Everything is disgusting.

"stand up!"

"Here's a nice..."

"child!"

Pushing, maliciousness, laughing...

Burning pain...

Song Lin suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were pitch black, and in a blur, he seemed to see the low roofs at that time again.

Almost frightened, he opened the car door tremblingly, the cold wind poured into his collar, touching the cold sweat all over his body, Song Lin shivered violently.

It is already winter.

"What's wrong?"

Zheng Xuan also got out of the car and carried the gun on his back.He is very vigilant, even the slightest disturbance will wake him up, not to mention Song Lin making such a big commotion.

"It was just a dream." Facing the huge pile of rocks in front of him, Song Lin lost his mind. The collapsed bridge completely blocked their way, and they planned to bypass it today.

"are not you cold?"

There was no response, Zheng Xuan simply walked over to hold his hand, it was cold as expected, but when he got closer, he found that the hair on his forehead was already wet with sweat, and couldn't help frowning.

"Go back to the car first, you should be able to sleep for a while."

It was pitch black outside, and Zheng Xuan couldn't look at his watch.

"No, no...I just want to stand outside for a while, really, just for a while."

Zheng Xuan couldn't help it, so he took out the thickest coat from the car and put it on for him. The snow on the ground had almost melted, Song Lin sat down on the collapsed boulder, and was just so dazed.

After being blown by the cold wind, Zheng Xuan didn't feel sleepy anymore, so he sat beside him and let the wind blow.

"I've been dreaming about things from the past lately."

When Zheng Xuan could see the numbers on the watch clearly, Song Lin finally spoke.

"Ah."

Song Lin suddenly grabbed his hair, in an extremely desperate gesture, but smiled again,

"I'm not afraid of your ridicule. That's the experience I fear the most and the one I don't want to recall..."

Seeing all the ugliness of human nature and being raped by inhumans, even for self-protection, Song Lin never reminded of this period of time in his memory.

Recently, it seems to be in a daze, seeing the painful struggle from time to time.

Zheng Xuan turned her head and saw his expression clearly, messy hair, bloodshot eyes, he was much haggard.

"Yeah." He replied softly again, stretched out a hand, and covered his hand.

"I killed several people..."

"Ah."

Before they knew it, they were already so close.

The sun slowly emerged from the horizon, making the broken world brighter in an instant, and this cold winter has added something that can be called warmth.

When it was almost eight o'clock, they ate two biscuits casually. Song Lin stood at the highest point of the waste rock and looked into the distance with a telescope.

"It's a long way around."

He tossed the last biscuit into his mouth and jumped briskly down.

"Let's go quickly."

The moment he closed the car door, Song Lin suddenly felt that he might not have that much fear anymore, whether it was sex or murder, if he couldn't pass it, he didn't have to be afraid anymore.

The rest of the journey went relatively smoothly, and the disgusting dreams gradually disappeared. They both knew that they would reach the first destination soon, and their mentality improved accordingly.

"It should... be here."

Song Lin stepped on the brakes and stopped steadily. Both of them smelled an unusual smell.

The feeling of being watched and surrounded is so strong that the pressure slowly builds up in silence.

"Boom" sound.

Both heard a loud explosion, and before they could recover from the roar of the explosion, they were surrounded by smoke.

"Hold!"

"Smoke style!"

The rear window of their car had no windows, and the two were crying in front of them. In the confusion, Song Lin stepped on the gas pedal, but only turned the steering wheel when he heard gunshots. He stopped, and then he was dragged away. After going out, when the dust settled, there was an extra gun on his head.