Undead

The door was pushed open, and Romuel nodded to the men standing in the front yard with guns: "Jane."

The female Alpha turned around in response, only to find that her officer's face was unexpectedly ugly, most of her shirt was soaked with sweat, and her pupils were faintly gray - that was a sign that she was about to be unable to suppress her emotions.

"Colonel, you..."

"Confessional agent."

Jane was very surprised, but quickly controlled her facial expression, took out the injection and handed it over.

Romuel slammed the door behind him.

Sinan's whole body was as if he had just been fished out of cold water. His wet hair covered his snow-white face, the light blue blood vessels on his arms and neck were bulging, and even a terrifying blue thread appeared faintly on his tightly closed eyelids.

But it was useless, Romuel knew that he had been bred to be resistant to electric shocks.

Romuel shot out the air in the needle, grabbed his hand, gritted his teeth and injected all the medicine into it.

The confession agent was prepared before he went to China, but according to experience, this agent does not allow users to obtain detailed information with high accuracy, and it is misleading to a certain extent.To make matters worse, sometimes the confession agent does not allow the subject to recall all the answers immediately, but will gradually produce effects within a week; all in all, it is not a very convenient tool for torture.

If he hadn't reached the point where he was helpless, he didn't intend to use this method.

Sinan struggled in a trance, and the handcuffs rattled, and was pressed tightly by Romuel.

"Where's the ultimate antibody?" He held Sinan's sweat-soaked chin to prevent him from turning his head in pain: "Where is the ultimate antibody in the anti-shock freezer you carried with you after the crash?"

Si Nan moaned, opened his eyelids a little, but couldn't see anything clearly.

"Did you inject it?" Romuel asked several times in Chinese and English, forcing him to look at himself: "Did you inject the antibody?"

Antibody……

Ultimate Antibody...

Si Nan was panting, as if he was sinking and floating in the deep sea. The boundless sea water cut off all sound, penetrated into the body from the eyes, ears, mouth, nose and even every inch of pores, squeezing the internal organs into balls.

"No antibody," he heard a mournful female voice say slowly.

In a trance, he became very small. Twelve believers looked down at him from the stained glass windows of the church, and they had to bend their necks completely to see the white carved cross piercing the sky.

The woman in black gauze held his hand and stood in front of the black pine coffin.

"Have you thought it over, Madame?" asked the priest.

"I pulled him back from hell, but I couldn't bring him back to the world completely. He is neither alive nor dead. He lingers in my laboratory, day after day, autumn and winter, sending out sounds of loneliness and resentment sobbing..."

Tears flowed down her soft cheeks and wet the white flowers on her chest.

"Pandora's box has been opened, and disasters, plagues, viruses, and pain flew out laughingly, and will eventually cover the earth before winter, and destroy the entire world before spring."

"I can't do anything, there is no antidote in the world that can save all this, I can only close the magic box again with my own hands..."

The woman stepped forward and took a black wooden box from the priest. After opening it, she took out a test tube with two thick green fingers and put it on the coffin, and then pulled out a burning torch from the wall.

Xiao Sinan took half a step back in fear.

Under the light of the fire, the green test tube was like the teeth of a poisonous snake, quenching a charming and deadly light.

"...to completely annihilate the punishment that human beings received for stealing the fire of the gods under the burning fire..."

Suddenly the door was knocked open, the woman turned her head in astonishment, and the bullet pierced through the air, knocking the torch in her hand away.

Soldiers poured into the church, drowning everything with cries and cursing.Sinan fell down amidst the fleeing crowd, and the soldiers rushed forward like wolves and snatched the test tube from the woman.

"Report, report, the virus stock solution has been successfully obtained..."

"Run!" The woman's stern roar pierced through the chaos: "Run—!"

Afterwards, all the scenes were chaotically overlapped in memory, forming countless grotesque pictures.

Sinan only remembered that the ground was trembling constantly, and that was actually him stumbling backwards; the last scene before his consciousness completely disappeared, was the soldier opening the freezer and carefully putting the emerald green test tube inside in the curling white steam.

Obviously it’s just an insignificant detail, but somehow it’s so clear after so many years, vivid and dazzling in the fading time——

On the lid of the freezer was cast a white eagle with outstretched wings and an expressionless face.

·

On the top of the laboratory, a white eagle relief is engraved on the metal ceiling.

The last drop of emerald green liquid in the needle was injected into the spine. After a few minutes of silence, under the watchful eyes of everyone, the dead man's body twitched, and a vague and dull roar came out from the bottom of the chest cavity.

There was applause, the experimenters congratulated each other, embraced, and suddenly burst into exclamation—the dead man staggered and fell over, grabbed the nearest experimenter, and bit his ankle!

Screaming and struggling, blood splattered everywhere, followed by running away with heavy footsteps.

Si Nan stood behind the glass wall at the top of the laboratory, looking down at the group of people knocking on the door repeatedly, crying out in despair.The living dead threw away the half-eaten corpses, and crawled towards them step by step, bending over the floor, trailing long black blood behind them.

Sinan raised his gun, but did not make any movement until the person behind him was reflected in the glass window: "Noah."

Sinan pulled the trigger.

With a soft bang, the zombie who was only two or three steps away from the terrified crowd was headshot, with brains all over the floor.

"What were you doing just now?" the visitor asked coldly.

Si Nan didn't answer, turned around and threw the empty gun, straightened his cuffs, and walked out.

However, at the moment when they rubbed shoulders, Romuel suddenly grabbed his collar, slammed it on the glass wall, and looked at his cold eyes from a close distance: "You can kill it as soon as you find out that the experiment has failed!" , why didn't you take action?"

Simon didn't say a word.

"You watched that experimenter be bitten to death on purpose, because you were tortured by him when you were a child," Romuel said softly, "Isn't it?"

The four eyes met for a long time, and the corners of Si Nan's lips were slightly curved.

His lip color is very light, if it is someone who does not know him, at first glance, he will think that smile is very nice, even a little soft.

"You tore up my request to destroy the virus and terminate the experiment again, didn't you?"

Romuel's brow twitched instantly.

"It's okay," Sinan interrupted his unspoken defense, his voice carried his usual slightly hoarse texture, ignoring the sarcasm, the words were actually nice to listen to: "Anyway, it's the last time."

Sinan broke free from the restraints and walked towards the gate. Romuel looked at his straight back and shouted: "How many times do I have to say that, Noah! The 'Pandora' virus is a breakthrough in prolonging human life and bringing the dead back to life. From now on, there will be no gods, Man himself can achieve eternity!"

Simon didn't look back.

"Your mother's experiment failed because she didn't unlock the last code of the virus, which is the key to the secret of eternal life. Like the last thing in Pandora's box, hope, it's time for humans to release it. Only hold on, Only the last yard..."

"There's no such thing," Sinan said flatly, "That's not hope."

Romuel crossed his arms and frowned, only to see Si Nan turn his face sideways.

——From this angle, he actually resembles his mother, with an indescribable look.

"The last thing left in the magic box is the unrealistic fantasy, which in the myth paves the way to the hell ruled by Ajax."

"Just like everything you have done today, when the magic box is opened again, the last yard of the virus will ruin mankind and drag the whole world into hell..."

"But what does that have to do with me." Si Nan paused, and then smiled again: "Anyway, I won't die."

Romuel froze on the spot, watching him walk out steadily.

·

Lightning broke through the black clouds, and the torrential rain poured down. The scattered stone tablets in the cemetery were soaked in rainwater, showing a salty gray-black color.

A helicopter landed slowly amidst the roar, and several plainclothes Chinese jumped into the muddy and sticky cemetery with flashlights, but Si Nan didn't look back.He stood in front of the tombstone, with cold and soft lips, murmured unknown scriptures, kissed the brass pendant on his chest, and let the water drip from the edge of the raincoat hood in strings.

The flashlight approached quickly with the footsteps, and the footsteps amidst the sound of the rain were cautious. Finally, someone coughed and said hoarsely in Chinese: "Sir."

Simon was indifferent.

The man said cautiously: "... Mr. Guo, as agreed, let us give you something."

He stepped forward, splashing muddy water, holding a bouquet of wet white roses in his arms.

Sinan stopped praying and stood quietly for a while under the gaze of everyone, then reached out and took out a rose, leaned over and inserted it in front of the tombstone.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, and the visitor couldn't hide his excitement: "Hello, we have been trying for a long time, but we have never had a chance to connect with you smoothly. Mr. Guo has completed all the preparations, White Eagle Base The person in charge of the confinement room has also made arrangements..."

Si Nan opened his mouth. To the surprise of the man, the Chinese was more fluent than expected: "Where is the respondent?"

The visitor was taken aback for a moment, and said, "It's Mr. Guo's close confidant."

Simon shook his head.

No one knew what he meant, and the cemetery fell into silence for a while, except for the overwhelming sound of heavy rain.

The plainclothes exchanged glances with each other, and after waiting for a while, Sinan slowly spoke:

"Your country's military has a top-secret unit numbered 118, which consists of eight squadrons."

The other party quickly responded after a short thought: "Okay, you continue."

However, Sinan didn't care whether he agreed or not, and he didn't even change his calm tone: "There is a squadron leader named Zhou in the 118th brigade. I ask this person to bring the only grandson of Vice Minister Guo to the scene. Pick up. If I can't see these two people when I get off the plane, I will immediately kill the responder on the grounds that my identity is suspected to be exposed, and leave with the target. If the safety of me and the target is threatened during the pick-up, as a punishment, I will We will also kill Vice Minister Guo’s grandson before leaving.”

"From now on in the vast sea of ​​people, you will never find my trace again."

Si Nan turned around, his rain boots squeaked as they stepped on the muddy water.

The leading agent said in a deep voice: "No problem, all your requests will be fulfilled, and we will pass them on to Mr. Guo immediately."

Si Nan smiled: "You old Guo know that I don't trust anyone..."

He walked out of the cemetery under the eyes of the plainclothes around him, and his plain voice gradually faded away in the rain.

"...I just want the person I designate to pick me up."

·

In midsummer when I was 15 years old, the tropical rainforest was full of plants, and the sun cast colorful spots in the dark green broad-leaved forest.A young special soldier crosses his palms and sleeps on his pillow. His face is smeared with mud and oil paint, but he can still see his handsomeness from the high eyebrows, straight nose bridge and angular cheeks. Outline.

A teenager stepped on the ground covered with soft fallen leaves, walked cautiously on tiptoe, squatted beside the special soldier, making no sound like a cat.

He held his breath, holding a small ant on his fingertips, and wanted to put it on the tip of the special soldier's nose.

However, just before he was about to succeed, the special soldier didn't open his eyes, turned over unexpectedly and pounced on the young man, pinned him down like a beast preying on him, and scratched involuntarily in the creaking hole of his neck.

"Hahaha..." The young man couldn't breathe from laughing, begging for mercy in a hurry: "I was wrong, I was wrong, I will pay you the fruit... Hahaha!"

The boy took out a small handful of bright red berries from his trouser pocket, but before he could speak, the special soldier straightened up, took out a handful of redder and bigger berries from his pocket, and joked under the boy's astonished eyes: "Who the hell is that?" Want to eat, huh?"

The bonfire was burning brightly, illuminating the flying insects hovering around the fire and the dark jungle within a few meters.The young man sat cross-legged by the fire, lazily peeled the berries, and asked in a drawn-out tone, "Why do the berries you pick are sweeter than mine—"

The corners of his soft lips were dyed bright red by berry juice. The special soldier walked back and forth on the hammock, turned his head frequently, stared at his casual side face without blinking, and murmured casually: "Who knows?" Well, I walked several miles to find it, who told you not to eat serious meals."

"I don't eat energy mush."

"You will choose."

The special forces set up the hammock and tested its firmness.The young man looked at his busy back contentedly, resting his chin with one hand: "Brother, you have been on guard for several nights, let me keep watch tonight—"

"You keep vigil? What if the beast comes and takes you away?"

"I'll just yell."

"Shout what?"

"Heroes! Help! Help—"

The special soldier laughed and came over to rub the boy's hair.

"I don't want to sleep in a hammock," the boy said vaguely while turning over by the fire, holding a fruit core in his mouth.

"Why, uncomfortable?"

"cold."

"There's nothing you can do about it being cold."

The boy twisted around the bonfire again, and his movements turned out to be very dexterous, avoiding the arms of the special forces who wanted to hold him on the hammock.

"Little classmate!" The special soldier had no choice but to point his eyebrows and ask, "What are you thinking?"

Under the light of the fire, the boy's eyes as bright as glass rolled around, and he said with a smile, "I'll sit here and watch the night, hold the gun for me, go to sleep."

Before the words fell, the special soldier sat down by the bonfire and waved: "Come here."

"what?"

"I'll show you the magic trick."

The boy leaned forward, and was pulled into his arms by the hook of the special forces, and his long legs in camouflage pants held him firmly in his arms.Before he had time to struggle, he was wrapped in a warm tactical jacket, and even his neck was stuffed so tightly that no wind could penetrate.

"The change is over," the special soldier said briefly, "Go to sleep."

The back of the boy's head was pressed, and his head was pressed against his broad and strong chest, and he was a little dazed for a while.

He could hear the steady and powerful heartbeat of the other party, and the slight crackling of the bonfire, and farther away was the howling wind in the jungle in the middle of the night.But the cold wind whistling through the treetops seemed to be very far away, and it no longer had any relationship with him, and the warm arms around him isolated the cold, dangerous, and lonely world.

He took a breath carefully, and in his nasal cavity was the young and vigorous Alpha pheromone, mixed with the smell of sweat.

This was the first time in his life that he felt at ease surrounded by this kind of breath.

"...I haven't asked your name yet." Half asleep and half awake, the young man murmured.

The special soldier held a gun in one hand and looked around the dangerous jungle in the dark night vigilantly: "Huh? It is against the rules for contestants and hostages to exchange names."

"Tell me..."

The special soldier pressed the boy back into his arms, and said helplessly, "It's okay...don't tell others."

"Well."

"...My surname is Zhou."

"What week?"

"..."

"Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Sunday..."

"Zhou Rong!" The special soldier had a big head, and he slapped the boy on the head as punishment, although the movement was gentle and cautious: "Rong who fights against the army."

The young man finally expressed a little satisfaction, and let out a "hmm".

"Call Brother Rong next time you are in danger." The special soldier paused, his handsome face seemed a little red in the firelight, and whispered: "Just call Brother Rong... I will save you no matter where you are."

No matter how far away, I can reach you.

Eleven years later, the city center of T is occupied by zombies.Si Nan caught the hook in the air and was hugged by Zhou Rong. The motorcycle spun behind him and smashed into the tide of zombies.

The two embraced each other in an earth-shattering explosion and fell into the armored vehicle together.

"Miangui's surname is Zhou, a soldier who fights against the army. What about you?"

——Noah.

My name is Noah.

In the gloomy bungalow, Sinan wrinkled his brows and panted hoarsely, curled up in pain with his body full of electric shock scars, and cold sweat soaked the mattress layer after layer.

The mountains are long and the rivers are far away, I haven't seen you for many years...

As you promised, please come and pick me up one more time at last.