Don't engage in the Shura field in the post-apocalyptic text

go back?

He Rongtian was stunned by the other party's thoughts.

He opened his mouth twice but couldn't think of what to say, and finally coughed lightly and laughed: "Impossible."

Cong Yu was so curious to him.How did such an ordinary person be so timid and yet so brave?

This guy was like a piece of meat that repeatedly seduced him, making him wonder whether he should be quicker and kill Cong Yu directly.

"If we can't defeat you, He Rongtian..."

"Wait...you know my name?" He Rongtian was stunned for a moment, "Where did you know?"

He always only calls himself Mr. He to the outside world, and only the scientific research institute knows his specific name.

"It's not important." Cong Yu was silent, and immediately continued: "I know we can't defeat you, so today you called me here and exposed your goal...Is it to attract me?"

He Rongtian was only scratching his head about why he knew his name: "You are really interesting. Yes, soliciting... Ha, I hope you can come and join me."

"The reason?"

"There is no reason." He Rongtian still said that sentence, "Not everything has a reason."

"Then kill me here."

Cong Yu became more determined.

It is impossible for him to follow He Rongtian's wishes and really follow the other party to be a lawless villain, which is contrary to his ordinary life creed - more importantly, he is unwilling.

Everything can't be worth a sentence that he doesn't want to.

He should live according to his own will, and should live as his own.

"..."

He Rongtian looked down at him, his eyes were full of violence, but also had inexplicable pity: "It's impossible."

Cong Yu met his eyes without fear, and wanted to say something more, but the other party pulled his arm and thought about the interior of the room and took him away.

The room is clearly decorated with magnificence, but even a single lamp is reluctant to be turned on, relying on the scattered sunlight from outside to allow Cong Yu to see the whole picture clearly.

He was in pain and wanted to shake off He Rongtian's grip, but the other's hand holding his wrist was hot and strong, and he couldn't break free at all.

"Mr. He?"

It was only then that Cong Yu noticed that there was a row of people who looked like doctors standing in the corner of the room, each with blank expressions.

"Give him an injection." He Rongtian smiled, but ordered softly, and then several doctors around him went into battle and bound his hands and feet.

"I gave you a chance." He Rongtian's expression was full of regret. He sat on a chair beside him, clasped his hands gracefully on his knees, "but you didn't obey."

"Then let's try the virus...or, bet your luck, Cong Yu?"

"Like those experimenters before, I will inject you with the zombie virus."

Cong Yu's pupils dilated, his breathing was rapid, and he stared at several well-trained doctors around him.

They held the needle in their hands, and it was obvious that the room was very dark, but he felt the needle was shining with a cold light.

"If you're lucky, you won't have any problems, and you may even have an extra ability."

"If you're unlucky... the potion will take effect much faster than the infection from zombies... Probably, it will take less than 10 minutes."

"do not……"

Even if they have a vaccine... even if they have a stabilized medicine, he will become an ordinary person after the injection. How can he still have the courage to survive in this apocalypse?

"Are you scared?" He Rongtian made a gesture, and the extremely thin needle tip was gently attached to his neck, and with a little force, it could pierce the blood vessel and tie it into the vein.

"...Don't be silent. But even if you are so stubborn, it seems to be quite interesting."

Cong Yu's eyes were red, "Then will you let me go back?"

"You're useless if you become a zombie." He Rongtian withdrew his expression, "So, of course."

"..."

"It's boring." He Rongtian sighed: "Let's inject."

The medicine poured into the blood vessels with a cold pain.

Cong Yu closed his eyes, relaxed his muscles and waited for the injection to finish.

The big deal is to become an ordinary person - his friends will definitely not give up on him.Even if he becomes an ordinary person, he still has brains to use instead of being useless——

"It probably doesn't feel like it..." He Rongtian waved his hand and let the doctor take the materials and go out to clean up: "If you just awaken the ability, you are lucky. But if you are infected with the virus, after 10 minutes, you should fall into a deep sleep .”

"...Then, in another 10 minutes, you will be able to get a 'new life' when you wake up again."

"Congratulations."

"...So, are you going to face your friends with this face?"

Cong Yu clutched his neck that had started to become stiff from the injection, glanced at him, and stumbled towards the door.

It's ok.

Sure enough, as he thought, he got a lot of usable information.

For example, he confirmed the original ending of this world, and for example, he was convinced that He Rongtian's ability was the same as Si Feng's, and it was a kind of talent - it would be impossible to fight him with the upper limit of the ability.

But they still have hope.

Si Feng's death also brought them useful news: He Rongtian's attack and defense cannot be carried out at the same time.

They obviously have so many clues to use, and so many hopes to kill He Rongtian, so they shouldn't have fallen to the ending of the original book.

10 minutes.

10 minutes later it was deep sleep...

No one stopped him on the way to escape, He Rongtian seemed to have really given up on him, and even evacuated the people who had stayed here to defend.

He rearranged all the clues in his mind. He wanted to wait until he was rescued by his teammates before telling them, but he was worried that he would wander around unconsciously after turning into a zombie.

Then the chances of his friends finding him would be slim.

Shaking his hands, he took out the note that he carried with him from his pocket, knelt on the ground without thinking about anything, and wrote tremblingly on the stones by the roadside.

"..."

Cong Yu took another look at the last sentence he wrote on the sticky note.

He didn't know what he was thinking—maybe, he was just moved because of those people's desire to protect him.

Sticking the sticky note on a prominent place on the tree trunk, he took his watch and carefully counted the time.

Drowsiness strikes.

After all, it's still not that lucky to escape the zombie virus... he thought.

A slap across the face.

With that force, Cong Yu was hit to the side of the head, and felt his cheeks swell quickly and warmly, but he showed no expression.

He stared blankly at his hand—it was fleshy, small, and belonged to a child.

"Dirty clothes again! Go wash!"

A pair of tall adults in front of him were aggressive. Seeing that he didn't respond, they raised their hands and slapped him again: "Why are you in a daze! What a loser!"

...This is, his parents.

Cong Yu picked up the mud-spattered clothes from the ground.

It was raining today, and he was just maliciously pushed by a classmate.In order to keep the clothes from getting too dirty, he also tried to put his arms back to protect the clothes, but he hit his forehead with a small wound.

Because the clothes are dirty, he will be beaten and scolded. This is the truth he has understood since he was four or five years old.

—He was adopted by the sterile couple.

He finished washing his clothes numbly, the cold water in winter was biting his bones, and the pain in his hands made him frown to check, but the space around him suddenly twisted.

He looked around again, only to realize that he seemed to have grown a lot taller.

"Cong Yu, how is your test score this time?"

...What the hell is this, revolving door?

Cong Yu silently, holding the vocabulary book in his hand, came to the dining table step by step and sat down.

His parents were sitting opposite him, "We have already made a plan. In the future, you only need to apply for the finance department of University A, and you don't have to worry about your future job."

"My parents have made arrangements for you. Although you are only 17 years old, you are only four years away from entering the society."

"Four years?"

Cong Yu heard himself asking.

"Your internship in your senior year, we have already discussed it with your Uncle Liang. Then you can go to his company and get a good internship certificate."

"...Well." Cong Yu nodded, never raising his hands to touch the bowls and chopsticks when speaking: "I still have a score of 723 this time, the first in my grade."

As his parents said before, the next time he maintains this ranking, he will be allowed to choose a game console of his own.

As for the first grade, he has taken it for two years.Including junior high school and elementary school, there will be another nine years.

"Oh, keep working harder next time. You haven't been admitted to University A yet, and that's your short-term goal."

The middle-aged woman with curly hair clapped her hands: "Dinner, finish the meal before 06:30, and I want to see you start studying at the table at [-]:[-].

Have you memorized today's [-] TOEFL words?After a while, I handed over my mobile phone after dinner, otherwise I was half-hearted and didn't study hard.do you know? "

"..."

Cong Yu touched his chest.

That is actually a loss. When he was a child, he would still work hard and struggle, but when he grew up, he could only listen to his parents and walk on the life they arranged.

He also wants to hear a compliment, a compliment from his parents.

They didn't treat him well, but he insisted that the couple took him back from the orphanage and gave him a home.

So it's okay to be beaten and scolded, it's okay to be planned and used, it's all because of his own badness, it's all his fault.

Only when he lives according to his parents' wishes can he see the smile they gave him.

"Cong Yu Cong Yu, let me copy this exam?"

This time at school.

Before the exam, his deskmate winked and wanted to see his test paper.He was a little hesitant. He hadn't done anything "out of line" for many years.Because of this, he was called a freak by his classmates.

But this deskmate treats him pretty well, copying it for him once... shouldn't be a problem, right?

"who?"

In the examination room, the invigilator accurately caught the small note that the student was holding.

Cong Yu's ears twitched - it doesn't matter, this man said he would not betray him, and also said that they are friends.

"Cong Yu."

The voice from behind made Cong Yu look back, only to see a strange smile on the face of his "friend".

"The number one in the grade won't be the first in the grade this time because of cheating, right?"

Until the end of the exam, his deskmate squatted beside him with a smile, "Hey, you made me get caught cheating."

"En." Cong Yu's heart twitched, but he still nodded: "I'm sorry."

"I'm so stupid hahahahahaha he actually apologized!! Your mother is really a nerd!"

A roar of ridicule rushed towards him.

Cong Yu's hands trembled as he went to flip through the books, and those textbooks that gave him a sense of security suddenly turned into monsters.

The screen turned again, and he had already arrived at a quiet office.The employees are all quietly busy, and Cong Yu is naturally one of them, sorting out the PPT in hand.

"Hey, let's go to the bar together after get off work today?"

Cong Yu turned his head and looked at the person who came.

That was the second-generation ancestor who had always been cynical in the company, and now he was looking at him with a disgusting smile.

Cong Yu softly refused: "I still have something to do."

He still has a bunch of things to do after work, and his parents are waiting for him to go home and cook.

"Is something wrong? Can't you play with me?" The other party continued with a smile on his face: "Believe me, it's more profitable than you doing this kind of rubbish here."

"..."

The surrounding employees continued to busy themselves with their work indifferently.

Cong Yu squeezed his fist: "I..."

The second generation ancestor stretched out his hand and dragged the PPT he made into the file shredder software: "If you don't want to go, you can continue to do this."

"..."

"Bye-Bye!"

……

Yes.

This is his life before time travel.

Honest, weak, and unloved, he was arranged by his parents for a lifetime, and used half of his life, but by the way, his character was also polished into a cowardly look.

Without that minute-to-minute schedule, he couldn't take a single step forward.

He is very grateful that he can come here and meet those friends.

A true friend.

I am also very grateful for the love from them.

It was a feeling he had never felt before.