Ruyizhai

2 minutes passed.

Wu Xingchen heard the sound of rubber tires rubbing against the sand.A car was approaching him.chatter.chatter.The car was not driving fast, about 20 kilometers per hour.The gravel passes through the tire treads to the back of the car and falls back to the ground.rustle.rustle.

The car stopped.The engine didn't turn off until the car stopped.There was a smell of gasoline in the air.Apparently it was an old four-wheeled car with a gasoline engine.

clatter.The sound of a car door opening.tread.Tread.Someone got out of the car, only one person.clatter.tread.Tread.tread.Tread.Someone got out of the car again, this time two people.Sha, Sha, the first person to get out of the car walked towards Wu Xingchen, his footsteps were the heaviest, and the other two seemed to be circling around a place.Footsteps dragged and clumped together.Snapped.It was the sound of the trunk being opened.

Snapped!

It was a gunshot!

It happened only two meters away from Wu Xingchen!Wu Xingchen was shocked, and his head was full of questions: Who fired the gun?Why shoot?What was shot at?It sounds like someone was shot... If it was a living person, you should hear a cry for help, or the living person turned his back to the shooter, there is a third living person besides 677 and him people?Did you dial 677?Impossible, 677 is lying on his back, if someone wants to shoot him, he will resist, right?Will he resist?Or did the shot hit a corpse?whose remains? 145's body was two meters away from Wu Xingchen. Bai Fang's pilot's body was hidden by him, and he couldn't see it unless he opened the wreckage.By the way, 145 was wearing black's military uniform. Perhaps the white rescue team shot his body to ensure that the black soldier was indeed dead.

rustle.The heavy footsteps came closer.The heavy footsteps stopped again.It stopped one meter away from Wu Xingchen.That's where 677 lay.

"What's this?" one asked.

"Oh, virtual camera." The man answered the question.Then, the people who asked and answered themselves fell silent.There were no footsteps, no gunshots, not even the sound of breathing.The sound of wind blowing sand and stones beating cars, whirling, whirling.

The other two people were still spinning around in one place, and the sound of their footsteps was still glued together.They seemed to be moving something out of the trunk.

Will it be a rescue device?Portable infusion room, portable stretcher, simple sterile operating room?Wu Xingchen kept giving questions and guesses, and guesses brought more questions.His headache came back, it was about to burst.He clenched his fists and endured, and the gun in his hand couldn't help but clenched even tighter.The cold metal was warmed by his body, and he even had the illusion that he and the gun had become one.

"Is it playing here?" The man spoke again.

"Encrypted, huh? One more breath, a senior recorder? Dude, don't die, hey, do you guys have a way to unlock his terminal with his bio? A senior recorder, so there's a movie to watch at night Well, man, you've got to hold on for our entertainment, so this... well, let's get this over with."

The speaker must be next to 677, and he wants to take 677 back?For... watching a movie?Wait, if he didn't intend to take care of 677, didn't intend to kill 677, then what was he going to do?

Snapped.

A bullet grazed the back of Wu Xingchen's hand, Wu Xingchen felt pain in the back of his hand, he hurriedly raised his head to look out, and saw a man in a white military uniform wrestling with 677, 677 was grabbing the collar of the man in the white military uniform , trying to grab the gun in his hand with one hand, the man in the white military uniform has a grim face, holding the pistol in his right hand, the eye of the gun is wobbly, aiming at Wu Xingchen, Wu Xingchen raised his right hand, trying to stop the bleeding, the man in the white military uniform grinned, and buckled Pull the trigger, bang, another bullet missed, and hit Wu Xingchen at Wu Xingchen's feet. Wu Xingchen quickly got up from the ground, pulled his clothes and shouted at the man in the white military uniform: "Look! Get it, it's white! You didn't even... you didn't even come over to check my identity!"

The man in the white military uniform didn’t take it seriously, spat, and 677 punched him in the face. The two hugged each other and rolled on the ground. The gun in the man’s hand fell to the ground. Strong and strong, he gained the upper hand in a blink of an eye. He beat the man in the white uniform, and he still had enough time to shout to Wu Xingchen: "677! Medical soldier!!"

Wu Xingchen looked for it, and saw two men in white military uniforms with medical armbands behind a jeep. They were carrying a stretcher in their hands, and one of them was reaching behind his back.

Wu Xingchen drew his gun and pointed it at the two medical soldiers.The two medical soldiers raised their hands at the same time, and the stretcher fell to the ground.

"Shoot!!" 677 was still beating the man in the white military uniform. The man in the white military uniform was already swollen, but he hadn't given up his resistance. Close to his nostrils and eyes, the other hand pinched the man's neck forcefully, and he shouted again: "677! Are you deaf?? Shoot!!"

Wu Xingchen is not deaf, he just can't believe it, it's hard to believe that the men in the white military uniform will shoot at the people in Baifang... Crazy, these terminally ill, hopeless people, crazy... Crazy, all of them Crazy... He thought of a word he learned when he was a recorder for Ruyizhai.

Psychopath.

This is the kind of person he was talking about, who even beat his own people, and even planned to kill his own people!What is not a psychopath?They are the best footnotes for psychopaths!He really wanted to rush back to the nursing home and yell at the doctor: I am not with these hopeless people, I don't understand their thinking at all, I can't understand it!Why kill?Why cannibalism?Can you win by killing yourself?Or do they simply not want to win? ?

Crack, crack, crack, three gunshots in succession.Wu Xingchen came back to his senses, and at a glance, it was the medical soldier who just stretched his hand behind him!The medical soldier had an extra gun in his hand at some point, and he was aiming at Wu Xingchen to shoot!Wu Xingchen hurriedly ran towards Suzaku's dilapidated cabin.

Crack, clap.Crack, clap.Crack, clap.Two gunshots followed by two gunshots, Wu Xingchen hid in the cabin, the blood on the back of his hand stopped, his hands were shaking, the wind and sand blew into his eyes, he rubbed his eyes tremblingly, He stopped panting, he felt blood on his face, he wiped his face, and wiped the sweat off his face.The gunfire didn't stop.

677 yelled outside: "465, soldiers can never solve problems by running away! You bastard, get out! Soldiers are going to fucking die on the battlefield! Die under the gun!"

Snapped!

677 fell silent, and the gunfire stopped.Wu Xingchen looked out, papa, papa, papa, the direction of the jeep flashed a few times, the two medical soldiers shot at him using the jeep as a cover, and Wu Xingchen hid back again.

He didn't see 677.

Wu Xingchen shouted: "677!!"

"Are you calling the soul?" 677 rushed into the cabin, grabbed the man in the white military uniform with one hand, and stood in front of him. Wu Xingchen hurriedly made room for him, and 677 sat down and searched for the man in the white military uniform. Two pistols were fired and kicked him out.

"Are you okay?" Wu Xingchen asked.

677 waved his hand, and fired two shots blindly, the opponent's gunshots weakened. 677 fired three more shots blindly, leaned against the cabin door and took a breath, held the gun in both hands, muttered something in his mouth, made a cross on his chest, got up, lunged and crouched, turned around, and fired.

popping.

boom.

Someone is down.

677 hid back, and the muzzle of the pistol was smoking.He laughed.

Clap clap.The opponent's firepower intensified.Wu Xingchen half covered his ears, and asked, "They won't call for reinforcements, will they?"

677 didn't speak, just raised the gun and took a breath.Exhale, inhale, exhale, inhale, shoot blindly, slap, the other party pauses, 677 lunges to aim outside, slap, he fails to shoot, hides back, and curses loudly.Then he began to exhale again, inhale, exhale, inhale, blind shot, slap, the opponent paused, Wu Xingchen took advantage of the pause to look out through the glass hatch, he saw a six-story, snow-white The Paris, Texas Homecoming Nursing Home Building stands within reach.Wu Xingchen stretched his sleeves and wiped the dirty glass door. 677 kicked him hard: "Once you come out of that place, you can't get in, and you can't go back again!"

Wu Xingchen gritted his teeth, held the revolver in his hand, and asked, "Why did the people in Bai Fang shoot at the people in Bai Fang?"

677 raised his eyebrows, blindly fired two shots outside, took out a magazine from his trouser pocket, changed the magazine, fired two more shots blindly, and said to Wu Xingchen: "465, you have to figure out one thing , In a war camp, you are a human being, and human beings kill people, this is the most basic and only law."

Wu Xingchen couldn't figure it out: "Then why do you still have to distinguish between black and white? Why don't you kill people casually?"

677 said: "Studies have shown that 80.00% of people in war camps will reduce their intention to kill, and 50.00% of people will feel guilty for killing people, so an enemy must be erected for them." 677 gave Wu Xingchen a glance, "465, You talk a lot of shit, what the hell do you do? You can't use a gun? Don't forget about the remaining 20.00% who are really crazy! Hahahaha!"

As soon as the words fell, 677 stretched out half of his body before he was about to shoot. He retracted his hand, grabbed Wu Xingchen by the collar, cursed and beat him, and slapped him twice: "Fuck, you crow! Mouth! 465! If you fucking want to die, go to hell, anyway, in the ending of all war movies, the protagonist is fucking dead!" At this point, he let go of Wu Xingchen, with both hands and guns, staring at the military boots, shaking his head , Talking about the words: "Either died on the battlefield or his mother died in the church, died in his own home, died in the eyes of others, died in the honking of the car behind him, died in the In the first cry of a child in the delivery room, in the sound of iron hooves coming from the ground, they all died, all died, "The Deer Hunter", "Conditions of the World", "The Thin Red Line", " Apocalypse Now, "Love in Hiroshima", "The Gate of the Flesh", "Ritual"..." 677 banged the back of his head on the cabin door, "Hideko Gao is crying, Hideko Gao's tears are shed for everyone!" 677 looked up and laughed wildly , jumped up from the ground, rushed out of the cabin with two guns in hand, and Wu Xingchen grabbed him back.

"You're crazy!" Wu Xingchen pushed 677 to the ground. 677 bent his knees to push him away, and spit at him: "You are crazy! You have to kill the last one before their reinforcements arrive! One kills one, and one kills one! There is one!" Count one!"

677 rolled, rolled over, and rushed out of the cabin again.He cheered and rushed to the jeep, his guns kept firing, his arms were shaking in the air due to the recoil of the guns, he laughed and rushed to the back of the jeep, stopped there, and fired five shots at the ground.

Wu Xingchen wiped his face with his sleeve, watching all this through the glass hatch.

677 is also crazy. 677 is also a lunatic.He is already incoherent, or maybe he has his own logic.Everyone in the war camp has their own logic: 145 stepping on the opponent's corpse and waving at the camera, the man in white military uniform shooting at his own soldiers, the lunatic holding a video camera, and the 677 going crazy behind the camera.They cannot use common sense to speculate.

677 waved at Wu Xingchen.Wu Xingchen stooped and ran towards the direction of the jeep, he could already see two more jeeps approaching.

There were two medical soldiers lying behind the parked jeep.The bullet holes on the two people's bodies were innumerable for a while, their faces were pale, and their snow-white military uniforms were blushing.

The smell of blood mixed with the smell of gasoline irritated Wu Xingchen's nasal cavity.He covered his mouth and looked away. 677 patted him and asked Wu Xingchen, "Can you drive?"

Out of the corner of Wu Xingchen's eyes, Wu Xingchen caught a glimpse of him finding two magazines from the medical soldier and stuffing them into his pockets. His hands were covered in blood.Wu Xingchen leaned against the side of the car and spat out sour water.

677 smiled and scolded: "Worthless!"

Wu Xingchen wiped his mouth, looked at 677 before he was about to speak, 677 glanced into the distance, glanced inside the car, grabbed Wu Xingchen and threw him into the driver's seat.

"It's very simple." 677 said.He climbed to the back seat and blew the whistle. Wu Xingchen saw from the rearview mirror that he picked up two submachine guns in the back seat and got out of the sunroof. 677 knocked on the roof of the car and said, "What the hell are you waiting for, you don't start the car yet? The car key is right there!"

Wu Xingchen had never touched a car with a gasoline engine, let alone driving it. He frantically looked for the keys. In the rearview mirror of the car, two jeeps flew towards them, flanking them left and right, surrounding them.Da da da da, the people in the jeep shot at them, and 677 shouted: "Just fucking under the steering wheel! Turn clockwise!"

The roof was vibrating, and the 677 was also firing. The shell casings jingled and clanged and fell on the roof. Wu Xingchen felt his scalp tingle when he heard it. Finally, he touched the metal key under the steering wheel, turned it clockwise, and the engine started. 677 shouted again: "Turn the steering wheel clockwise!! Step on the accelerator!"

"accelerator?"

"The thing under your feet, the thing that moves when you step on the fucking car!"

Wu Xingchen looked under his feet, there were two things that could be stepped on, he stepped on one first, but there was no response, he stepped on the other, and the car rushed forward, his head hit the steering wheel, causing him so much pain Trembling. 677's instructions came again: "Hit the direction!! Hit! Hit non-stop!"

Wu Xingchen rubbed his head and sat in the driver's seat again. Looking outside, the car was heading straight towards Suzaku's engine room. He hurriedly turned the steering wheel, and the tires made a panting sound as if being choked by someone, a burst of smoke, Wu Xingchen couldn't see anything clearly. He could only hear gunshots above his head and outside the car. 677 was cheering and shouting: "Step on the other one, brake! Step on now! Don't step too hard, keep turning!"

Wu Xingchen did as he did, the smoke became bigger and bigger, the smell of rubber rubbing against the ground came in, the bullets hit the car door, the rearview mirror, and the front glass, Wu Xingchen held his head and coughed Squeezing his eyes and turning the steering wheel, he felt a little dizzy, the car seemed to be spinning in circles, and when he looked outside, he couldn't see anything but flying sand all over the sky.

boom!

Suddenly there was a loud noise, Wu Xingchen slammed on the brakes, the car stopped, and the cloud of flying sand and dust slowly dissipated, he grabbed the steering wheel and opened his eyes wide to look outside, his vision gradually became clearer.He saw a jeep crash into Suzaku, with smoke coming out of the hood, and he searched for it. Another jeep was overturned, with three people lying nearby.

boom! !

With the second loud bang, the jeep that hit Suzaku exploded.

677 patted the roof of the car: "465, you can become a transport soldier now."

677 got out of the car and raised his virtual camera again.Wu Xingchen also got out of the car, his legs softened, and he sat down on the ground.

677 patted him and said: "465, this has to be fucking black and white, shit, all the great war movies are black and white, color distracts the audience, eats away at the audience's sympathy, weakens the audience's sensory acuity , Only black and white films can teach the audience to appreciate the composition, thanks to the lighting engineer, and thanks to the photographer.”

creak.

The right door of the exploded jeep fell to the ground, and a charred body fell out.The car door was riddled with holes, the upper body of the corpse was black, and a little white could be seen on the lower body.Those are his army trousers.Wu Xingchen shivered, his hands were trembling, and his lips were trembling.

He killed people.

He is not the mastermind, but he is an accomplice.

The mastermind was still full of energy, as if nothing had happened just now, he was neither in pain nor mourning, he was looking for something in the overturned jeep.He found two shovels, a portable fire extinguisher, two sniper rifles, two semi-automatic rifles, three pistols, a shotgun, ten boxes of ammunition, four first aid kits, and a portable sterile operating room. , four packs of emergency food.He moved all these things into the jeep that Wu Xingchen drove just now.Then he opened the trunk, sat there, legs dangling, opened a can of bread, grabbed a chunk, stuffed it into his mouth, and gorged himself.

He asked Wu Xingchen: "465, where are you going now?"

Wu Xingchen blinked his dry eyes: "Where are you going?"

He doesn't know where to go.He killed, where can he go?War camp?He was already in a war camp, so where else could he go?He wanted to cry for the dead, as he should have, but for a while his eyes stopped crying.He rubbed his eyes so hard that the eyeballs were painful and itchy.He covered his face and sat down on the ground.He killed someone, he couldn't get out of here, he grieved for the loss of his life, but he couldn't shed tears, is grief without tears real grief?

He didn't know, wasn't sure.What is certain is that he will not be able to step into human society again, and he has become a person who cannot be speculated by common sense-common sense does not include "killing", he can only stay in the war camp.He will never see Ruyi Zhai again.

"Brother, this is your task, of course I ask you!" 677 said.

Wu Xingchen looked at the guns, ammunition and food piled high in the trunk.He got up, pulled out a shovel from inside, inserted it into the ground, and began to dig a hole.

677 said: "Are you serious??"

Wu Xingchen whispered, "I don't know what else I can do..."

Ruyi Zhai may be his dream, let's treat it as a dream, wake up from the dream, what else can he do besides continue to live?What could make him feel alive at this moment than to bury someone else's body?

677 laughed, drank water, continued to eat bread, burped, and asked, "Do you have faith?"

Wu Xingchen shook his head.

677 said: "People who believe in God bury their bodies to atone for their sins. People who believe in Buddhism bury their bodies to nourish the land and accumulate merit. Muslims bury their bodies because after death, they can only return to Allah. Fire is a punishment for sinners." , Sikhism prohibits burial worship and cremation, and Judaism believes that fire destroys the creation of the Creator and stores the corpse in a cave or in the soil."

Wu Xingchen said: "It's getting dark now, if their bodies are burned, I'm afraid it will attract some unnecessary attention."

677 said, "All the defenders in their camp should have arrived." He smiled and said, "It's all over!"

Wu Xingchen didn't answer, he had already dug a shallow pit, he took off his coat, put it on the car, and continued digging. 677 didn't talk to him anymore, he turned on the fog lights, and the virtual camera continued to work.

It was completely dark, and two kilometers away, the sound of artillery fire continued.

Wu Xingchen carried the pilot Bai Fang and nine other men in white uniforms into the pit, and he also carried 145's body into it.He dug a deep grave.After filling in the soil, he put 145 Bibles on the pit.

677 said, "You'd better keep this Bible."

Wu Xingchen looked up at him, he wanted to talk, but his mouth was dry, so he went to the trunk to find water. 677 added: "Put it on your chest, it can block a bullet for you."

Wu Xingchen laughed and put away the Bible.He knows why new humans lack a "sense of humor", so that this word has disappeared. Only those who are always on the verge of life and death are keen to joke, and are keen to play and tap the "sense of humor"-it can make people briefly Forget the heaviness of death, like an anesthetic, if you keep injecting a "sense of humor" into your body, then death will become insignificant.

Wu Xingchen and 677 got into the car, Wu Xingchen sat on the posture seat, and 677 asked him again: "Where are you going now?"

Wu Xingchen touched the steering wheel, he couldn't give an answer immediately, he touched every button on the car, every joint gap, he has been in so many special cars, been to so many places, all places are the same He will arrive as soon as he opens his eyes and closes his eyes. Now he has to drive by himself. He can't close his eyes, and he can't slack off. He has to be 12 points.He must give a destination, give an answer.

Suddenly there was music in the car.Wu Xingchen looked at the button he accidentally pressed, and pressed it again, the music stopped.He pressed it again, and the music started again.It was the prelude to some song, he hadn't heard it before, the bass and drums echoed rhythmically.Someone's voice appeared. 677 said, "We have to leave this place."

"what?"

"The name of the song!"

677 said, shaking his head along with the music.Wu Xingchen said, "I don't have any other ideas."

He turned the car key clockwise and stepped on the gas pedal.

good.Playing "We Gotta Get Out of This Place" now.