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Beyond the dots and fragments.

As the images flashed one after another, something that had long been hidden deep in Fu Qitang's mind was gradually awakened.

They seem to be some kind of animals that need to hibernate. After a long and harsh winter, they finally feel that the outside temperature has risen, and spring is coming again, so they quietly turned over in their deep sleep, their hands and feet trembled slightly, and they gradually heard the sound of breathing. I'm about to wake up.

Fu Qitang thought of the copy of The Feast of the Gods.

He remembered that he and Gong Zijun had stayed in this dungeon for several months before and after, conducting drag-net investigations among countless zombies, and having entered and exited almost every building in that city.

As for the research institutes, biological companies, and drug factories scattered throughout the city, more than one player's life was left behind.

From the dozen or so people who entered the dungeon at the very beginning, to the last five people, in this dungeon that is not too difficult but has an astonishingly comprehensive intensity, every step the players take is dripping with blood.

But there are occasional short breaks.

It was a private pasture on the edge of the city. Because it was close to the boundary of the dungeon, there were not even zombies.

He and Gong Zijun are surrounded by a large expanse of rich green, and the air is filled with the pungent and vigorous aroma of plants, just like summer.

They were sitting on the lawn, a few meters away was the edge of the dungeon, where the originally complete and coherent scenery suddenly disappeared, and a large piece of gray chaos floated and distorted, like a polluted and abandoned ocean.

The surrounding vegetation is lush, and the blades of grass with jagged edges are like small hands, touching them through the clothes, causing a slight itching.

He sat cross-legged by himself, while Gong Zijun lay beside him, resting his head on his lap, reading with a book in his hand.It is not a vocabulary book, but a collection of poems picked up from an abandoned bookstore, about life, love and death.

Bees flying from nowhere hovered around the two of them, making a buzzing sound, summer sonata.

Gong Zijun's eyelashes drooped slightly, his eyes fell on each typeface, his expression was calm, he seemed to be concentrating on it, and he seemed to be careless.

And Fu Qitang supported his head with one hand, and the other hand dropped casually on Gong Zijun's shoulder, scratching the soft flesh under his chin from time to time.

Gong Zijun didn't hide at all, and would raise his chin to cooperate with him. Occasionally, he felt that his movements were too excessive and the teasing meaning was too obvious, so he raised his eyes and looked at him meaningfully.

He smiled, neither admitting his mistakes nor correcting them, and just went his own way.

Until they were caught and forced into the depths of the vegetation by the fiery breath, the two hugged each other until their bodies were covered with grass leaves, and they kissed for a long time.

That was one of the most beautiful pictures in Fu Qitang's memory, so much so that when he recalled it at this moment, he still couldn't help but smile knowingly.

But then he remembered the ending of this dungeon, tragic and bloody.

When the No. [-] zombie was finally found, there were only ten players left in the team. They entered the heavily guarded underground bunker, lost three of them, and finally killed the No. [-] zombie in the main control room, but they did not expect that this was not a dungeon Finish.

After the No. [-] zombie died, all the zombies under its control instantly went berserk, biting and devouring each other regardless of whether they were enemies or friends.

However, the system message prompts that the returning train stops outside the bunker, and the door will be closed after 10 minutes, which means that the player must fight his way out of the terrifying sea of ​​corpses and blood within a limited time, otherwise he will be trapped here forever .

The short distance of 200 meters, usually only a dozen seconds, was extremely difficult.

Pulled by countless withered hands, bitten by countless cracked mouths, piercing roars and surly laughter, every time the player takes a step forward, he can't help but feel despair from the bottom of his heart, doubting that he will pounce into the next moment. A sea of ​​dead bodies.

Fu Qitang remembered that Gong Zijun was already taller than himself at that time, he wrapped himself in a thick coat, pulled himself into the crowd of zombies, and pushed himself hard in the last few meters. open.

I stumbled and rolled into the carriage, and when I got up, I saw that half of his arm protecting me had exposed bones.

A shriveled old zombie leaped up from behind him, knocked him down, and dug its rotten teeth into his shoulder, thirsty for his flesh and blood.

Load, aim, shoot.

The bullet flew past Gong Zijun's clothes, and penetrated the zombie's cervical spine at a tricky angle.

Fu Qitang thought of his slightly trembling hands, tense nerves, and the joy of surviving after finally seeing Gong Zijun struggling to get up and dodging into the carriage.

"Brother Xiaotang, your eyes are red." Gong Zijun panted slightly as he leaned against the wall dripping blood.

His voice was full of exhaustion, but his eyes were bright, and his smile floated like water waves.

Gong Zijun moved his arms as he spoke, as if he wanted to touch Fu Qitang, but he gave up after raising it slightly.

It hurts so badly.

"Don't move around, you don't want this hand anymore?" Fu Qitang whispered, before the white light fell, he stared deeply at the horrible wound, "Does it hurt?"

"It hurts so much." Gong Zijun said, the ending was longer than usual, and he looked at him eagerly, "Brother Xiaotang, should you reward me?"

"How old you are, you should be rewarded every now and then." Fu Qitang muttered in a low voice.

When the white light dissipated, he pulled Gong Zijun to him for a closer inspection, and saw that every inch of his skin and flesh had grown back, and he was still as healthy and well-proportioned as before, without leaving any traces. in one breath.

"What does it have to do with how old I am?" Gong Zijun disapproved, "Besides, don't you always say that I am young?"

"Then you don't admit it? And every time I say it, you will still be unhappy. "

Gong Zijun paused for a moment, "Oh, then I was wrong." He followed the good advice without any shame, and then said, "So what reward do I have? When do you plan to cash it?"

"Evening, evening! I just came back, you have to let me rest for a while!" Fu Qitang was annoyed and funny when he provoked him like this, and he left a sentence, regardless of whether he answered or not, turned and went back to the carriage.

……

The eighth piece.

Ninth and tenth fragments.

……

Slowly, there were fewer and fewer fragments around Fu Qitang, replaced by a large number of memories in his mind that quickly revived, like an undercurrent surging silently.

The remaining fragments were still flickering on and off, like stars and fireflies, falling lightly on Fu Qitang's shoulders.

This time, the sound of "click" was conveyed one step earlier than the picture.

After a short flash of light, Fu Qitang followed the prestige and saw a young man holding an old camera a few steps away. His brows furrowed involuntarily, "Shen Mingxin, what are you doing? Secretly taking pictures?"

The young man named Shen Mingxin pursed his lips, his already unhealthy face was frighteningly pale for a moment, and then an abnormal blush quickly rose.

While putting away the camera, he said slowly, "...I'm sorry."

At the moment when the flash light was on just now, Fu Qitang's first reaction was that there was some danger, and he subconsciously dragged Gong Zijun who was standing there behind him, but he didn't have time to escape, half of his body fell on the in the shot.

"Why did you do that?" Fu Qitang raised one eyebrow and asked in a flat tone.

Shen Mingxin originally planned to take pictures of Gongzi County, and after he was discovered, he looked evasive, his face was pale and red, and his lips were trembling.

Thinking of this, Fu Qitang instantly realized, his expression became weird, and his eyes showed more scrutiny——Shen Mingxin likes Gong Zijun, but his love rival is actually in front of me.

For a while, Fu Qitang felt a little complicated.

"...I know I shouldn't be thinking about this."

After a moment of silence, Shen Mingxin seemed drained of strength, forced a smile, and explained for himself with difficulty, "The train has not added newcomers for three consecutive rounds, and now there are only three of us left. If there is an accident, I may not be able to survive this dungeon. I just don't want to end up..."

He grinned, wanted to laugh but couldn't, and finally just swallowed back the sourness in his throat, "I didn't think there would be nothing memorable in the end."

He was right.

Three rounds ago, the train suddenly stopped adding newcomers, and each round would reduce one team, and the difficulty of the dungeon also increased accordingly.

In this round, there were only three of them left among the original dozen or so players, and Shen Mingxin's strength was the worst, and of course the probability of death was also the highest.

"I know you... so I didn't want to say it, and I'm sorry for disturbing you."

After finishing speaking, Shen Mingxin shook his head with a wry smile, and walked away sadly.

When passing by Gong Zijun, he looked like a thief who had been caught and publicly executed, with his head drooping, his hands and feet shy, and only his eyes wandered restlessly.

Unexpectedly meeting Gong Zijun's eyes, Shen Mingxin flinched involuntarily as if he had been scorched by fire, and quickened his pace to leave the room.

"Why aren't you happy anymore?" Fu Qitang looked at Gong Zijun a little strangely, thought for a while and said sincerely, "It's a good thing to be liked, even if you don't like him, there's no need to be angry. Take a step back Speaking of it, if you really want to get angry, I should be the first to get angry, why are you rushing first?"

"You really believe that he does this because he likes me?" Gong Zijun pursed his lips and asked suspiciously.

"Why don't you believe it? Isn't it normal for someone to like you?" Fu Qitang said without thinking, very confidently, "You are good-looking and young, and now you are very powerful, just a little worse than me. It's not worth it Like it?"

"Gong Zijun, you are not such a person with no self-confidence. Are you shy?"

The originally secretly happy mood disappeared in an instant, and Gong Zijun glanced at him speechlessly.

"I'm so shy," Fu Qitang deliberately teased him, "Let me see, are you blushing?"

Gong Zijun didn't panic at all, and even turned passive into active, staring at him and asked, "So why aren't you angry?"

"Ah?" Fu Qitang didn't react for a while.

"Someone likes me, shouldn't you be angry? Why are you so happy?"

It turned out to be an army against the general... Fu Qitang paused for a moment, and said forcefully, "I haven't had time yet, I'm already getting angry!"

It was happy and sweet at that time. They talked and laughed, thinking that just happened an unusual episode, but they never imagined that the short-lived sweetness would leave a long-lasting aftertaste in the long years to come, bitter to the palace. Every time Zijun thinks about it, he seems to be lingering.