Your Highness, zombies are coming

Roman opened his mouth, his throat was terribly sour, as if something was stuck in the middle, blocking all sounds.Yes, he was looking for a way out at all costs, almost frantically digging, when the only clues point to Carol, the only thing he can count on is that the other party tell the truth, but it will never be the end of that brat s life.

The proportion of this only relative in Issa's life may be higher than his own, Roman thought, not to mention myself, an outsider who has only known him for more than 90 days.The young man stood where he was, still holding the dagger in his hand, with blood dripping from the tip. It was so strange, he could hear the sound of the liquid dripping to the ground, but he couldn't hear the sound of Issa and Carol. During the conversation, he could only feel a burst of buzzing, which was as uncomfortable as some new type of sonic weapon.

"Issa..." He stared straight at the other party, and after a while he said, "I can explain." A few words were pale and thin enough to be unacceptable.

"Every single suspect who has been arrested will say that," Issa said, his tone more like a frosted sword, leaving no room for turning around. "Don't lean in any more, I really want to punch you, and that has almost used up all my self-control."

Roman found himself like a prisoner who heard the final judgment, and he didn't even have the last bit of strength left to protest. What should he say?Carol knew an unknown virus spreader, and he found out the truth through an inexplicable dream, or was it that the little devil killed someone because he had an unspeakable childhood shadow?Either way, it's ridiculously over the top, and his evidence is nothing compared to the actual recording.

He watched the other party turn around and examine Carol's wound carefully, with a cold and tired expression, as if he would completely lose control if he said a few more words. "I need some time, after dawn, you can say whatever you want." Issa left such a sentence, and he supported Carol, whose feet were sluggish and showed some symptoms of excessive blood loss.

"I will." Roman said, his voice was extremely low, as if these three words had exhausted everything, and the other two had already gone a long way, and they were almost invisible in the dark night.He stood there motionless, as if the soles of his shoes had been coated with a layer of glue that even the increasing rain couldn't wash off.

A layer of blue thin curtain quietly emerged, isolating those water drops and the sound of ticking and ticking. Roman opened his eyes, and a boy in a white robe appeared in front of him. His feet were bare, but no trace of rain could When I met him, it was like a completely simulated projection: "Your Highness, you should find a place to shelter from the rain." The portrait said, and he raised his head, revealing his inorganic blue pupils.

"Azathoth," Roman looked at the other party in surprise. From the perspective of the future, the quality of this projection is not very good, full of vibrations caused by interference signals. "I thought I was the only one left."

"I don't want you to face these things alone." Zhinao's voice is extremely gentle, with a soothing power, he is like a young boy who has not yet developed, his long ice blue hair runs along the robe Extending to the ground, it doesn't look threatening at all. "I'm sorry." Asathos said, he stretched out his hand, his fingertips wrapped in blue particles, and brushed the hair on Roman's cheek.

Those cold touches made Roman feel much better. He bent down and let his brain organize his wet hair. Some monsters lurking in the depths gnawed at him, and kept repeating that he was unloved, and he There is absolutely no way to ignore those things.What does it matter if no human understands it, he thought desperately, he still has a computer to chat with or something.

"The connection has been cut off. I can't talk to you directly. I can only take this method temporarily—something has cut off the connection between the crystal and the cranial nerve." Asatos said.

"I had another dream," Roman said, and he laughed, a little smugly. "But in fact, they are the memories of another person, 'he' tried to invade my mind, of course, that is not easy to do, so 'he' was also forced to leave some things."

A flash of lightning split the sky, and the intense white light shone on Roman's face. His complexion was pale, as if all the warmth had been taken away by the rain. Azathoth frowned. This kind of humanized reaction rarely appeared in a On the brain. "No one is worth making you sad, Your Highness."

"You are blinded by ordinary people's things, anger, jealousy and suspicion, they will only weaken people's will, if it was before..." Zhinao said in a cold voice.

"It seems that you haven't given up on convincing me." Roman said, he didn't seem to care about what the brain said, "Yes, I have conquered thousands of fleets, and they have always been successful. I thought there was nothing impossible to do Yes, that confidence is beginning to cloud my judgment, and now, it's time to pay the price."

Thinking of this, he showed a self-deprecating smile. He was so confident that he thought that Issa would understand all his actions, or continue to tolerate it...but everything was not at its worst, and he still had a chance. "What time is it?" he asked.

"Three o'clock in the morning, Your Highness."

"There are still four hours to catch that guy." Roman said, his brain disappeared in the next moment, turning into an arc of light, smashing the wall of the warehouse.

Issa found a small bottle of alcohol. He wasn't sure if it could stop the bleeding. Carol's wound was so deep that it needed to be stitched up. He poured the liquid on the gauze and wiped the surrounding blood—he Knowing how sharp that dagger would be, with just a little force, it would be enough to cut through bones and cut necks like he'd done with zombies.

A non-fatal wound, Roman has no reason to do it, unless he is crazy, and he obviously didn't, Issa pressed alcohol on the spot that was still bleeding, and the young man sitting next to him smoked pitifully Get angry.

"You guys quarreled, and even got into a fight." Issa said affirmatively. He lifted off a coat that Carol had just taken off, and a mechanical crossbow lay quietly underneath.He found a chair and sat down, looking at each other at the same level. His younger brother bit his lower lip with his teeth, no different from a primary school student who lost a fight.

Before he had time to ask further, a burst of thunder came down, shaking people's eardrums with pain. Issa looked out of the window, and the rain in the dark night was like a large group of little monsters that couldn't wait, knocking on the glass window continuously, continuously The surrounding metal also swayed.

I don't know what happened to Roman?A thought lingered in the man's mind. He somewhat spurned his unnecessary worry, but he couldn't help thinking like this—what are you thinking, Isaacs, another voice said in a whisper, the one called Roman's aliens can kill countless mutants in the blink of an eye, and unscathed, and an ordinary rainstorm can't do anything to him.

He took a breath and asked in a calm tone, "What happened?"

Carol was extremely quiet, like a patient who was about to pass out at any time, obediently leaning against the head of the bed.This kind of reaction made Issa uneasy. He knew that the other party just didn't want to talk, but it usually meant one thing. Form is involved.

Issa put on a coat, and he walked towards the door, when a young man's voice came from behind: "Do you have to go find him?"

The man didn't answer, he opened the door, the strong wind pushed the door panel to the wall, a man stood at the door, he was wearing a black cloak, the rain fell along the smooth surface, he stretched out his hand, his skin was pale, even a little transparent, It seemed to be able to glow in the dark - such a hand was pressed on the back of Issa's hand, it was extremely cold, with a chill that could not be ignored, and Issa couldn't help shivering.

In just an instant, those uninterrupted raindrops had disappeared, the man lifted his hood, his clothes were incomprehensibly dry, and he smiled at Issa: "Good evening, Mr. Chris." He The voice is deep and magnetic, like the most beautiful piece of music.

"I'm Andrecia." The man introduced himself. He had red hair, which was well-groomed and smooth, and flowed softly on both sides of his cheeks, as if he could go to a ball at any time. "Roman, and Carol's old friend."

"What do you mean?" Issa said, staring intently at the man whose hands were folded in front of him, and where there were no weapons of any kind.

"Literally, I've known them for a long time," Andrecia said, tilting his head in a nostalgic look for the good old days. "I know you're looking for Roman," he said.

The green eyes of the other party were shining brightly in the dark night, as if they could see through everything. Issa felt a little uncomfortable. He wanted to call Carol over and ask him how he knew this strange person—but he turned around and saw the room There was no one there, only the white mist and the dust floating in the air, which was so thick that all the furnishings were trapped in mist.

He looked outside the door, the scenery on the road was the same as inside the house, with the mist that could not be blown away, it looked dead silent and lifeless - and a few minutes ago, there was a storm outside, and the water on the ground was like a stream , but now there is not a drop of water.

"What's this place?" Issa asked, he took out his gun, and aimed directly at the center of Anlesia's eyebrows.

"Relax," said the only other person in this fog, his expression was like the most exquisite sculpture, and even the threat of life and death could not be shaken. "We are in your dream, on the way to find Roman."