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

The parade has not stopped yet, and the puppets are tirelessly moving around the established route, circulating, and at the beginning of night, it looks lively and grand.

Duanze put the i71 on his back and disappeared in the team.

i71 has not woken up, lying on Duanze's back, the high fever and body trembling are transmitted through the shirt.His hands hang down feebly, Duanze can see the cuffs of his shirt as soon as he lowers his head.

Duanze only realized later that since the first meeting, i71 has been wearing the shirt he left at the Xishan Base.

Kissing his own mother, stealing her clothes... Duanze was indifferent for a while, and then he said, "Pervert."

He had to take i71 to find the special operations team. Because of this operation, they prepared a lot of medicines and reagents for the experimental subjects.

The tour bus was right beside Duanze, and the "guards" in neat uniforms drove the car solemnly, but this cannot deny the fact that it drove slower than walking in the line.

Duan Ze gave up the idea of ​​hitchhiking, and instead set his sights on a track connecting the sky.

In this well-built playground, the biggest feature is these large-scale facilities that are crowned the world's best.Especially this sky train that runs through almost the entire playground, connecting the three places of water, land and air.

The arc-shaped steel track passes through various projects like a long snake. This sky train, which takes up to 10 minutes, is the most likely way to find the special operations team in a short time.

The entrance of the sky train is only 200 meters away from the haunted house, which coincidentally seems to be carefully designed.Duanze looked at the spiral and vertical arcs in the sky, and pursed his lips.

Tourists played by zombies have no intention of visiting.When Duanze boarded the sky train with his i71, the front, rear, left, and right sides were all empty.There were still blood splatters on the seat rail.

The "train conductor" was not on the sky train, he was standing in the control room, his hat was lowered over his eyes, and his nonchalant gaze scanned the only passenger.

Duanze slightly clenched the railing.This kind of zombie has no reason, but is controlled by the advanced zombie and plays its own role.

He still doesn't know what the purpose of the controller behind this is to keep them in this amusement park.

The "train conductor" left the control room stiffly, and then he opened the iron door of the waiting room under Duan Ze's gaze.

Those "tourists" were like beasts released from their cages, ready to pounce on Duanze with their teeth and claws open.And the next moment their necks were grabbed by the "train conductor".

The "train conductor" pressed them one by one on the empty seats and fastened their seat belts.

When the sky train is full of passengers, the "train conductor" salutes the passengers, followed by a whistle.The sky train departs.

Amusement Park Central Castle Central Control Room

The electric baton rolled to the ground with a clang.

Zhang Yifan and the king looked at each other. After a century of silence, the king said, "You think I'm a zombie?"

The hand holding Zhang Yifan was released, revealing a child's face full of displeasure, who looked no more than twelve or thirteen years old. "Coward, useless lord."

His hair stood short on his scalp, and his expression was lively and unbeatable.

"Are you human? How did you come here? How did you survive so many zombies here!" After Zhang Yifan was shocked, questions spewed out like machine guns.

"I don't know much," the child snorted coldly, pouted at his hand that was resting on the electric switch, "Did you see, I have electrical abilities."

"It's not as useless as you."

He said triumphantly, "The entire amusement park depends on me to run, and I'm much better than you."

That hoarse voice doesn't sound too scary now, it's just a kid in the period of changing his voice.

Then why did you say the king's line just now!Just as Zhang Yifan wanted to refute, he forcibly suppressed it.

He could see that this little brat was just playing role-playing in this playground simply relying on his own abilities.

With such a bad character, Zhang Yifan put on a straight face, showing the majesty of an adult, "Are you the lost child in the silent city base? Your family is worried about you, okay? Everyone is risking their lives to find you."

The little boy's expression became a little strange, as if he felt awkward after being cared about, "Hmph, don't call me a child, I have a name, and my name is Xia Chan."

"...Besides, if I leave, the amusement park won't be able to operate." He said seriously, "Look, there are still people playing on the roller coaster. As soon as I let go, they will fall down."

Zhang Yifan stared at the screen for a long time, and found the "roller coaster" he said, "Aren't there zombies inside?"

It's just that on the sky train full of people, the two empty positions in the middle are particularly conspicuous.

"A mortal like you can't see it." Xia Chan snorted again.

Zhang Yifan hugged his chest and hummed, "Then you know that you don't need to stay here at all, as long as you connect a wire to any place in the amusement park, you can make the amusement park work? You little brat who has never learned circuits."

Xia Chan stared at him suspiciously, "You're not lying to me, are you? Adults like to lie."

Zhang Yifan was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, so he picked him up and walked outside. "Adults are smarter than you, listen to adults."

The sky train was climbing, Duan Ze gripped the gun tightly, and a butt of the gun hit the back of the head of the "tourist" in front, and the "tourist" who had broken off more than half of his seat belt subconsciously grabbed it in mid-air. , and then flipped out of the car.

Duanze didn't look at it, turned sideways to avoid the claws waving from behind, and slammed his elbow hard at the zombie crawling along the back seat.

A few short movements made his chest heave violently, and he glanced at i71 next to him, who was still in a coma, with abnormal paleness on his face.

!Duanze's eyes widened for a moment.

A zombie that climbed around the side of the train and managed to avoid Duanze's gaze suddenly appeared beside i71, opening its mouth wide to bite his neck.

Duanze subconsciously pulled off his seat belt and punched it, the zombie rolled down the track, and at the same time the sky train reached the highest point.

The front of the train lowered slowly at first, and then swooped down at a nearly 90-degree right angle!

The scenery in front of Duanze was instantly reversed. In just one second, he clearly realized that he was getting out of the seat uncontrollably, and was about to roll over and get out of the car.

Oh no.His consciousness hovered in mid-air. At this moment, everything seemed to slow down. He saw the zombies climbing on the train being thrown off the track, he saw himself getting out of his seat little by little, and he saw the huddled people next door. i71 opened his eyes.

His eyes are red.

At the moment Duanze was about to fall, he discovered this.

And outside this world, the culprit who caused the world suddenly froze. He turned and looked around, only to find that the clone of S179 that was still in place just now had disappeared.

He looked at the empty spiritual cage in disbelief, bright red bloodstains glisteningly hanging on invisible filaments.

He turned his head and looked back at the huge folded "stomach". The projection belonging to the S179 clone inside was holding the falling S179 tightly. It was just a projection he placed in the spiritual world to lure S179, but now it really became an entity.

"...Degenerate?" The pen rustled on the paper again, then stopped for a while, "Will you give up the existing evolution and degenerate into a human?"

This spiritual world only faces humans who have not received any transformation or infection, and the clone of S179, as an experimental subject, cannot enter it.

Of course, it is also possible to put down projections in this spiritual world like a researcher to guide its actions, but under the suppression of the researcher's level, it is impossible for him to operate like this under the researcher's nose.

What's more, this clone is the lowest experimental subject.Only advanced experimental subjects have the ability to release the mental projection, even if he wants to release it, there is nothing he can do.

"All the experimental subjects are desperately evolving to avoid being eliminated and swallowed during the evolution process. I didn't expect that there are also people who do the opposite."

"Human emotion and reason...but when you throw everything away and become a normal human being without power, how much is left?"

"This is the spiritual world, not the reality of playing games."

"You can save him this time, what about next time?"

In the spiritual world, on the high-speed cloud train, Duanze, who was falling, was caught by a hand out of thin air.

Fortunately, Duanze hadn't completely fallen out of the train, he buckled his seat belt with his backhand, and returned to the train at this critical moment.

The train suddenly dived to the bottom, and then rotated round and round on the spiral track along the inertia. The "tourists" on the cloud train who did not fasten their seat belts fell from the train one after another.

After a few laps, only Duanze and i71 were left on the train again.

The train travels down an underground track.Only then did Duanze have room to breathe. He pressed his temples to ease the discomfort caused by this upside-down that he had never experienced before.

Duanze's hand was held down by someone, and that person stubbornly broke his hand away.

"i71? Huh? How do you unbuckle the seat belt?" i71 didn't know when to unbuckle the seat belt, and squatted in front of Duanze.

The lights were not turned on in the underground track, and the surroundings were pitch black. i71's hand slowly stroked Shang Duanze's face, and intense emotions filled his brain.

Duanze only felt that the darkness in front of his eyes was getting darker, and the person in front of him leaned down, and his cold and sharp canine teeth pressed against Duanze's throat.

"hungry……"

The fangs pierced the skin, and the beast dominated by instinct finally tasted its prey.