[Doomsday] The protagonist does not want to save the world

The green juice man was in a coma, but the corners of his eyes were tearing uncontrollably. When he woke up from the ice and snow, he realized that only a moment had passed.And this moment was extraordinarily long, so long that he felt that even he was abandoned by the world.

"Qingzhi." Hong said, "Are you okay?" She reached out to help him, but was savagely swung away halfway.

"Get lost! You're not red at all!" Qingzhi roared.

Hong's hand stopped in the air, "Why am I not Hong?"

"Don't lie to me! You've all been invaded!" Qingzhi was so excited that she finally choked up like a request. "Don't lie to me..."

Red tilted her head subconsciously at a distance of one meter from him, "But there is no trace of intrusion in our memory." When she said this, Lan and the clone army behind him also subconsciously Tilting his head, he was so neat that it made people palpitate.

Qingzhi said desperately, "Because it's not an invasion, it's fusion." This is not the devouring of one life to another, but the fusion of many lives. This can explain why the red clone army can master such professional navigation skills.

And Hong, as the merged person, can't realize this at all.

The wind blew through Qingzhi's brain, and he seemed to be awake, but he seemed to prefer to be in a daze. He insisted in pain, "He should be with you too, the one who killed Lieutenant General Yan."

"Let him come out, I have something to ask him."

Hong looked at him, the surprise on her face did not seem to be fake, but her face began to become blurred, and finally turned into another person, Qingzhi often saw him on the advanced list of the base headquarters.

Because he was suffering from cancer, he still worked diligently, and was awarded the title of "Pioneering Scientist".

Yan Su once told Qing Zhi that although he never trusted those researchers who injected themselves with T-virus to obtain inhuman abilities and claimed to be researchers, it was understandable if it was him.

"If it can prolong his life a little, then this T-virus is barely worth something." These are Yan Su's original words.

But he has never been injected with the T virus, and he has been losing weight, but his will is as strong as his name-Fang Zhigang.

"Why?" Qingzhi murmured. "Do you know what you brought to the base?"

"We could have persisted..."

"Green juice." Fang Zhigang put his hands behind his back and sighed tolerantly. "What do you think the world is?"

"Is it reality?" The reality that human beings have been completely defeated and are struggling to find a way out.

"Is it someone else?" Someone who struggled, worked together, or even loved each other.

"It's still me."

Fang Zhigang looked through the green juice, as if looking at many people. "Sometimes I feel like we spend so much time on useless things that we forget about ourselves."

"Our lifespan is too short. Too much time has been spent in babbling, eating and sleeping, making love, and raising children, that when the knowledge we have reaches the world, we are already old. "

"And the T virus is my, our opportunity, we can finally see the whole picture of this world."

"Even if you pay everything for it?" Qingzhi gritted her teeth.

Fang Zhigang smiled, "If you hear the truth in the morning, you will die in the evening."

"You don't think about your relatives?" Qingzhi said angrily.

Fang Zhigang laughed, "How do you know if they are real or fake?"

"Or is this world setting a trap for me in order to stop me?"

"The truth of the world that I wanted to know so much, now I know. I don't regret it."

Before Qingzhi could question him, Fang Zhigang's face became blurred, and then he returned to his red appearance. "Qingzhi, are you alright?"

It was only then that Qingzhi realized that she had already grabbed the red collar, and swung a fist high, about to smash it down.He let go of his hand and looked around, he saw the faces of many people, including his teacher, relatives, and even Yan Su, they asked, "Qingzhi, are you okay?"

They look so real, every action can't find any deviation from the memory, and Qing Zhi also knows that they are indeed them.He knelt on the ground, plugged his ears, closed his eyes, neither listening nor seeing, but the voices he was greedy for continued to come in.

How do you know, are they real, or fake?

Or is it a trap set by the world to prevent you from searching for the truth.

"i71, let me do it." Duan Ze said.But i71 still rubbed against him and refused his order.

Since the knife could not be drawn back, i71 chose to let it go.He drew another knife, and the two swords met in the air, and i71 was shocked to take a few steps back.

He is too weak.

i71 blamed himself in his heart.It's too weak, why can't I be stronger.But he also knew that there was no solution to this, so he didn't think about it any more, and just continued this losing battle to the end.

"It's like this again." Wu yawned, "The kid who refuses to let go." He knew what the other party was worried about, and he was also worried about it.It's just that even he's impatient with the endless back and forth.So Wu decided to touch the restricted area.

His appearance began to change again. This time, his face was not the vicissitudes of the swordsman, but his hair was growing, his eyes were as clear as glass, and his face gradually became familiar.

This is like a red cloth shaken off before a bullfight, i71 got angry.

Before Duanze could see clearly, he saw i71 slashing fiercely, from head to toe.He did not look up at his opponent.

The corpse fell to the ground, and Duanze could only see his fingers trembling slightly from the corner of his eyes.However, i71 didn't give him another chance to take a look. He stopped the knife and covered his eyes with a black cloth.

In the snow covered by the polar night, a sea breeze with a salty smell blew at some point.The wind blew the black cloth up, i71 leaned down and drew his long knife towards the moonlight directly in front of him, making a defensive posture.

"Hehe, you are closing your eyes and listening." Wu laughed.

Only his senses of hearing, smell, and touch were left, he heard the rustling sound from the ground, so the knife slashed viciously at that place.

The knife pierced into the flesh, and the blood spattered on i71's chin and the black cloth covering his eyes.At this time, the voice of the swordsman became under the knife again, "Good knife, haha, good knife..."

The lights of the sword meet each other in the dark night, and just by the sound, I can feel the sound of the sword clanging everywhere.

But it's useless, the opponent seems to be playing with his prey, he doesn't want to win, he just wants to torture him.The voices of the opponents changed again and again, familiar people, strange people, men, women, old people, children, they either begged, or cursed, or cried, or wailed.

There is only one path to victory.

Wu smiled again, "i71, I gave you a chance." His voice also began to change, becoming very familiar and dangerous.

i71 turned off hearing.

He was then left with only smell and touch.When you don't hear or hear, the opponent becomes a bag of plasma, and the liquid will be splashed out when the knife is slashed; it becomes countless knives, only need to fight back and there is no knife holder; it becomes an inanimate thing, and becomes no need to worry become edible.

His blood began to become extra alluring, able to arouse people's deepest desires, and the aura on his body began to become familiar, with a certain cold aura, like night wind blowing through the ends of hair.

The i71 turns off the sense of smell.

He lost his direction, and could only rely on the touch of each knife as a guide for his next knife.But when the knife went out, he realized the difference.

The other party opened his arms to welcome the knife. The knife passed through his chest, and he also got close to i71. i71 took two steps back abruptly, but his back touched a wet and sticky hug.The embrace was so familiar that the bloody touch was terrifying.

i71 has haptics turned off.

So he was left with endless darkness.He is not afraid of the dark, he is only afraid of Duanze asking him why he doesn't let him see, hear and feel all this.

It’s just that Duanze didn’t ask him, he just stayed with i71 in the darkness, facing the fact——

If you don't devour your opponent, you can't win.

But if it is devoured, who are the remaining people?

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The Darkness Before Dawn_(:з」∠)_

冲冲冲_(:з」∠)_感谢在2021-11-2612:26:20~2021-11-2918:21:45期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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