[Quick Transmigration] A report on the adaptation of an AI to society

You curse, sure enough post-apocalyptic mass gatherings are an eternally stupid idea.

"What about the rest?"

"Lucas came out with me, but we didn't find Calvino, he seemed to be stuck in the party."

"Then go back to the car and prepare to meet up. I'll go find Calvino."

But you didn't leave in a hurry, but turned on the floor monitoring of the celebration party while the power supply was still available. The "dance floor" was already a hell.

The crowded army of zombies has the same dull expression, chewing on the bloody stumps, following their instincts and stretching out their blue and white hands to every survivor, and the screaming food reserves are dragged all the way into the shadows—both the prey and the hunter How speculative the conversation was a few minutes ago.

You have become accustomed to these scenes without staying too long. You quickly click on the record and rewind frame by frame. People are also immersed in music, food and a bright future.

But the mutation has already happened - you see the guy rubbing lightning for fun on the center stage suddenly pauses, his thin face is covered with a film-like gray, his eyeballs roll, his neck snaps back like a rusty hinge Turning around, he showed the sharp teeth given to him by the god of death to his companion who was still wearing an ignorant smile.

The supernatural being, the supernatural being who will turn into a zombie, damn it.

You picked up the gun and ran all the way, the fire sprinkler in the corridor drenched you with the smell of hard water, the closer you got to the "dance floor", the more zombies you met, they rushed towards you with slow steps, you dodged lightly, and now Don't waste bullets on these things.

The gate has been completely blocked by panicked people, you wasted a few minutes to clean up the debris around a side door, hold the handle and forcefully open the door, there is a strong smell of blood, and there are zombies who open their mouths to welcome you "Doorman".

"Calvino!" You yelled and raised your gun to kill these overzealous guys. You seemed to hear the response from a distance, so you repeated it loudly.

"here."

Calvino's voice came over, and you judged that he was probably in the center.The electricity here has been completely cut off, and you can only see the surrounding environment clearly through the faint emergency lights and the light from the exit. These guys who are unwilling to be buried in the grave are slowly moving in the shadows, like undulating shadows The waves are really ghostly shadows.

You changed to holding a submachine gun and rushed all the way to the center of the dance floor. How many people there were just now, and how many zombies there are now, you almost squeezed into the pool of zombies like Moses divided the sea, and approached Calvino.

Countless curved claws are stretched out towards you, like big waves that never tire of rushing towards you. You can only use high-density firepower to keep a little vacuum around you, but no amount of bullets can cover up the stench and decay of these guys. A scream rolled out of the throat.

Calvino's skills are still sharp, but it seems that he is struggling to cope with it now. You shoot all the guys surrounding him headshot, "Go!"

But Calvino didn't follow up immediately. You avoided the brains of the zombies in front of you, turned your head, and repeated irritably, "Go! Why are you in a daze!"

"Knife." Calvino raised his hand, and you found that the long knife in his hand had been broken.

"Bargain!" You cursed, first shot a large area to temporarily suppress the jumping zombies, and then pulled out your Tang Dao and threw it at Calvino, "I'll distract these troubles, you run to the exit first! Turn back!"

You start to run in a big circle in the opposite direction of the exit, the roar of the zombies engulfs every sound of your footsteps, these stupid zombies only know to follow the smell of fresh meat all the way, even if their number is terrible, you run a circle After most of it has been thrown away, you exhale, hold the gun tightly and rush towards the exit.

Calvino held the door to clean up the zombies around him, and immediately stretched out his hand when he saw you coming, "Quick!" You smiled, grabbed his hand, and jumped towards the light—it seemed that everything was settled, and it was extraordinarily relaxed .

Suddenly, your footsteps are stuck, and the entire portrait suddenly presses the pause button.

"Oh shit."

You cursed softly, then turned your head to look behind you, a zombie sticking out its head from the shadows, biting your ankle tightly, its teeth piercing your boots and skin mixed with saliva and blood, you seem to hear your ankle It rattled in its scorched yellow teeth, and even with only half of its head left, this guy was excited like a dog with a bone in its mouth.

Calvino's breathing became rapid, "Lin Luo!" He held your hand tightly, and you held him instead—his hand was so cold, as cold as ice.

"Go quickly, or don't look back." You pushed Calvino out, and quickly closed the door, until the heavy door completely cut off all light and Calvino's silver eyes, and then you pulled out your gun and completely smashed your feet Put on this bear-trap-like mouth.

You squatted down and bandaged the wound briefly. Facing the future, you didn’t have any special feelings. Maybe the virus has already penetrated into your brain along the nerves at a fast speed—the speed can make Hong Kong journalists feel ashamed. Maybe you can rely on your immune system Hold on for a while, no matter what, maybe you should enjoy the last moment of being human.

So you choose to re-enter the raging zombie ocean behind you without hesitation, and just shoot wildly without any strategy.

Then your intercom starts buzzing, and Lucas's loud voice comes from over there, "Captain! We saw Calvino, where are you?"

"Don't worry about me, you just follow the route I started - you idiot can easily misread the map and let Dai Kun drive."

"Captain, what are you talking about frustratingly! I brought the gun up specially, and I will rush in immediately, and I will definitely blow these guys to the ground!"

"Lucas, listen to me, go back immediately, as far as you can."

"Isn't it just trapped inside? What's the rush! We'll be here soon! (Uncle Dai, hurry up and smash the door! Fuck, this door is so strong, so try somewhere, that small door!)"

"Okay! Lucas, you just need to go! I can solve everything, and I have to take care of myself in the future... Forget it, I have nothing to say."

"Wait! Captain! No..."

You throw the walkie-talkie and Lucas's desperate yells into the rolling horde of zombies.

You plunged headlong into the darkness, only the sparks from the friction between bullets and gun barrels briefly lit up the rotting faces of the surrounding zombies. In this desperate battle, you could vaguely understand these ambiguous roars.

"Food, food, food..."

Shouldn't it be brains, brains, brains?You thought casually, the recoil of the submachine gun made your arm a little numb.In this brainless party, you are like the new king surrounded by crowds, surrounded by believers who are not half enthusiastic even if they are shot through a sieve. Lovely believers send bullets, haha, will you like it?

Out of bullets?

The gun slipped from between your numbness, and the roar of the zombies drowned out the sound of the submachine gun falling to the ground.

I don't know if it's a virus or exhaustion, you feel a little drowsy, and the crazy smile just now was frozen on your face by the god of death, which looks a little ironic.You spread your arms and fell backwards, one arm pierced your chest from the back, and you saw your flesh and blood still hanging in this withered sharp claw.

You are powerless like a bird that has been impaled by a thorn, the blood spurred these guys, and you are thrown to the ground, a wave of black overwhelms you, black, black of death.

Maybe your body is broken, but what is more unbearable at this moment is your head, which seems to explode at any time with every slow beat of the heart, like a spice crushed under the mortar and pestle.

It hurts.

It hurts.

You clutched your neckline in pain, and every breath was filled with a sweeter and sweeter smell of blood.

Death kindly closes your eyelids.

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Ivanisi shouted: "Calvino, come here, it's review time."

Calvino walked up to his mentor, and answered without interest, "Yes."

The blue-eyed Muscovite has a very gentle personality and is used to Calvino's always deadpan answers. He opened the folder and took off the ballpoint pen from his ear, "Let's test it out. Yesterday was... control space, Have you learned it?"

A: "It's too difficult."

B: "I learned."

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I'm really not very good at dividing chapters 233