Your Highness, zombies are coming

"You can't kill everyone, machine." Issa said, those unbelievably powerful particles are almost unsolvable, they are like the lightest floating dust, floating in the air without any threat, Delivers a fatal blow to the target when the master needs it.And now they are controlled by Azathoth, a neurotic computer that kills a human in the blink of an eye.

Issa looked at the young man wrapped in a large piece of blue runes. He still looked like Roman, but the core was a product of black technology that he was completely unfamiliar with.Life is like a strange turntable, you never know if the next turn will be odd or even, like meeting a schizophrenic partner - God knows if he is going to kill you today or flirt with you.

"Even if you kill me, there will be others." Issa said, the brain was tilting its head, looking at him with a puzzled look that only innocent teenagers would have, as if they had heard something terrible new Discover.

"Roman is only 21 years old, his life has just begun, and human beings will always fall in love with new objects..." Isa extended the topic as much as possible, and in just one hour, he had already tried to enlighten A zombie and a computer, that's quite the ups and downs.

"As far as the current situation is concerned, you are the only one who caused His Highness to behave abnormally, Mr. Chris." Zhinao said impersonally, and he walked in a little, as if analyzing the man's facial expression. "I'm sorry, the next process may be a bit painful, after all, His Highness can trace the use traces of all outer particles."

Azathoth stretched out his hand, still reserved to a slow speed, but it was just a look, Isa couldn't avoid it, he knew that Roman had never confronted him seriously, but he didn't expect the gap to be so big, he The guy pinched his neck all of a sudden, and pressed his back against the protective shield made of outer particles.

The fire was still spreading, large pieces of cement and steel bars fell from the zenith, along the blue barrier, neatly stacked outside, like a large group of beasts lurking outside, once this transparent thing collapsed, All of them will rush in, crushing the humans inside without hesitation.

The artificial intelligence wanted to strangle him directly, but it was apparently the first time it was engaged in this kind of "manual work". He was squeezing the side of the neck with his fingers, not the throat.Issa held his head up as high as he could, he wasn't about to be killed by a novice - he had already cut the nylon cord around his wrist, some hot and humid fluid was running down the back of his left hand, probably blood, the dagger was too It's so sharp that it doesn't even hurt.

The man picked up the knife and stabbed it straight into the opponent's arm—without any sign of letting go, he pulled out the dagger, which fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

It's a pity, Issa thought, just by moving his hand a few inches to the left, he could have thrust the knife into the man's throat—but he couldn't do it to Roman, as he'd known from the start— It was the body of some little bastard, with brilliant, tactile blond hair, the face he was most familiar with and could never take his eyes off, and he couldn't watch Roman fall to the ground like a corpse.

This news will be worse than his own death.

He didn't know when Roman would wake up, he finally thought, either now, while he was still breathing.Or a long time later, until that psychotic computer hid all the evidence, like he was killed by a zombie - that person couldn't accept the truth.

Issa saw those blue flames, and the outer particles floating in front of his eyes, everything blurred, they are so beautiful, when they are still, they are more like the deepest dreams, as long as they fall into it, they are willing to Stay inside forever.

Issa's sweet dream didn't last long, some gas got into his nostrils, the smell was as strong as making people vomit, he began to cough, out of breath, and clenched tightly in tearing pain His tonsils, like a reminder of the fact that he was alive.

"I'm sorry, I didn't bring water." Another person said, he seemed to be far away, his voice was very small and vague.

The man was lying on a pile of sackcloth, and his left hand was already wrapped in strips of cloth. It took him a while to recover from his long cough and look around.There are half-melted steel and concrete everywhere, and maybe some other things. They are all squeezed into a neat arc, as if someone rebuilt it. The only problem is that the rooms in this ruined building have no doors. , there is a small opening of more than ten inches at the top, which can barely serve as a window.

The blond young man stood in the corner, where it was extremely dark. If it wasn't for the inexplicable dark vision, Issa would not be able to spot the bastard at all. He stood in the corner like a most qualified decoration, but that In terms of appearance, it should be able to sell for a very good price, Issa thought cooperatively.

"There are no zombies here, and I won't eat you." Issa said, his voice hoarse. He remembered a client he met in the past. She was an elegant lady. A check for her husband to be killed—it is said that the well-dressed beast likes to play exciting things, such as choking sex, and the woman's voice is completely ruined.

Of course, I don't mind this kind of thing, isn't it just schizophrenia, Issa thought generously.

Roman came out slowly, his white clothes almost changed color, full of blood, and the color of smoked, he didn't look at Issa, just like a child who smashed the glass window Same, avoiding scolding in an extremely childish way.

"How's your injury?" the man asked.

The little bastard shook his head, his arm was covered with dried blood, and Isaza's was very hard, the depth of piercing into the bone.

Issa sighed. He admitted that he couldn't communicate with such a small animal, even temporarily. He pulled the other's arm with one hand. The blood had glued the fabric and skin together, and there was a deep hole near the wound. The blood-colored scab was just like an ordinary person, completely lacking the usual incredible healing ability.

"Where is Azathoth?" Issa asked, although he had already guessed the result.

"He's a little out of order, and I don't know what's going on." Roman fell silent after finishing speaking. He looked quite nervous, and he never met Issa's eyes.

"Your wound needs to be treated, this dress needs to be cut..." Issa didn't finish speaking, he knew that the newly scarred place would bleed again, and it would hurt a little bit more than before, but people can't let Foreign bodies were buried in the wound, and they could create all kinds of inflammation, poor recovery, which he had experienced more than once.

"It's okay," the young man said, and he even took out a pair of scissors cooperatively, as if he was being slaughtered.

The two sat on the ground, and Issa resigned himself to treating the wound he had caused. If the ghost computer was still on, the clothes would simply disappear, and then the knife scar would heal as if by magic, but No one will ever mention that runaway computer.

"I entered that workshop, there was no one there, only the conveyor belt was running, and it was full of small glass bottles. I'm not sure what's in it... Slow down." The two-inch long wound had just been partly parted, and his complexion became paler as he begged pitifully.

Issa directly tore off the strip of cloth, while the injured man gasped and continued dutifully: "I saw a burst of light, they are too bright..."

"and then?"

"The next time I opened my eyes, you were lying on the ground..." Roman said, his voice trembling, not sure if it was because of the pain or something else. "I just shut down Azathoth, and as you can see, we're stuck here."

"You can open it and ask why, and let us leave this ghost place by the way." Even though he didn't want to admit it, Isa also knew that this was the only way. The creation that made him fear enough saved his life more than once.

"I don't want to see him right now, Issa, he almost killed you." Roman grabbed his companion's hand, only touching a ball of improvised cloth strips, he quickly let go, and couldn't even look directly at the other party— ——It’s all my fault, Roman thought, he didn’t even realize the hostility of that brain. Without the inspection of the Academy of Sciences, no one knows how far a brain will develop—under the constraints of the three laws, Ah Satoshi would absolutely obey his orders, but he was also able to find loopholes in orders, just like today.

Issa will never forgive me, he thought desperately, who can put a lover who can kill him at any time by his side, for example, the woman last night left suddenly because of her, as long as he was dumped Now, there's a chance for that swaggering Luna, who looks like an unscrupulous banshee.

The man had just finished the finishing work on the wound, and Roman kept shrinking back, looking like he was in severe pain. His face was pale, and his whole body shrank into a ball again, looking very pitiful - it is difficult for ordinary people to do this , turning six-footers into IKEA IKEA pets.

Issa rubbed the blond hair, but an alien stayed where he was uncharacteristically.

"Are you going to see me forever? Miss Roman."

Of course not, Roman subconsciously thought that when the victim stood there with a gentle and non-complaining attitude, he wished he could find a place to bury himself—if the man would beat him up instead of After bandaging the wound, he felt that he would be much better—if the smart butler was still on standby, he would analyze human relations even more frantically. With the massive database, he would not be able to detect the strange state of mind of his master.

He seemed to have forgiven me, Roman nervously made an assumption, he must not sit here stupidly, and then let the other party go, when was he so stupid.

"I'm just ashamed to see you," Roman said.

"It can be seen that you can get us out first and squat in a corner, I won't bother you to get moldy... But now I can only stare at you!" Issa said angrily, he began to doubt This shy little bastard did it on purpose.

"I didn't mean that!" The young man raised his head, and some sunlight was shining through the cracks in the stone, shining on the man's body and neck, and the dark purple handprint became clearly visible.

"I'm sorry..." Roman couldn't take his eyes off the wound, he moved a few inches closer, and the body temperature of another person spread over him bit by bit, a familiar temperature he couldn't refuse.

Issa didn't push the golden retriever away, as long as he temporarily forgot about a neurotic computer, it didn't feel bad, who would refuse the opportunity of a young lover to throw himself into his arms.

"I met Lild, and he talked a lot." Issa thought of the chattering zombie leader, and had to admit that he was still very talented in being a teacher, and it only took ten minutes When the time is right, tell me all the information that should be disclosed.

"This is unlikely. The combination of the X virus can only be produced by a nanoscale laboratory." After listening to his companion's retelling, Roman said seriously, but he buried his whole body in the opponent's arms and rubbed his hair It's a mess, and it really doesn't have any authority.

"My hypothesis is that someone came back to Earth at a time earlier than mine, and for whatever reason, he gave this thing to humans."

"Someone wants to destroy everything and build a palace on top of the ruins."

The young man had just finished speaking, and the outer bricks were collapsing. The front end of an excavator poked in, and a large swath of light and dust rushed in. A tall man walked in. He didn't seem to notice the two It was like a survivor hugging a ball.

"I'm afraid you don't have time to go to the infirmary," said the man, who was strapping a machine gun, which would be nearly impossible on a normal base. "Miss Luna ordered everyone to gather at Warehouse No. [-]. Those mutated zombies are attacking."