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

"Bah." The egg fell into the pot and flipped over.

i71 stared pitifully at the dishes in the pot, and as soon as the dishes were served, he plunged into the bowl.

Duanze took off his apron and sat opposite him. "How long has it been since you ate?"

"No... yes." i71 replied vaguely.He had never had such an experience of eating, so that he was starved for three days after escaping from the laboratory.

"Is it delicious?" Duan Ze asked.

This word i71 has never been learned, but he quickly understood the meaning. "tasty."

Duanze looked at the strangely fried eggs in silence, took a glass of water and handed it to i71.

The i71 pours water like discovering a new continent, "It's delicious."

Duanze unscrewed the pen, wrote down something in the notebook, and asked, "Compared to this glass of water, are eggs delicious?"

i71 has already cleaned the plate, "It's delicious."

Duanze wondered if his clone had lost his sense of taste.

He changed the way to ask, "Why is it delicious?"

i71 licked his lips, his eyes didn't seem to have been touched by dust, they were very clean, very transparent, so transparent that they had no color, they could only reflect Duan Ze's reflection.

"Because, Duanze, I like it." Duanze liked i71 and said it was delicious.

Duanze's pen stopped, stopped for a moment and continued writing, "Why did you kill those zombies?" With the ability of i71, slow zombies can't catch up with him at all, so how could it cause such a sensational serial killing of "people" case.

"Because, Gulu woman, Gulu, I like it." i71 said, it was Duanze's junior sister, Si Yanna who also disclosed i71's whereabouts to the police.

"Why did you release the people from the detention center?"

"Because, Gulu man Gulu, I like it." This sentence seemed even more endless, but Duanze understood it.

All the points have been practiced into lines. i71 killed the zombies not out of anger or self-defense, but simply because Si Yanna, who was hunted down by the zombies, wanted him to do so. The person i71 released from the detention center did not intentionally cause confusion, it was simply because the same detainees wanted him to do so.

"Why did you come back to save me?"

As expected, Duanze heard i71 say, "Because, Duanze, I like it."

i71 turned back to save Duanze because he felt that Duanze didn't want to die yet, and he hoped that i71 would do so.

i71 used inaccurate words, Duanze taught him nearly a hundred words to express emotions, but he only used the word like.So much so that every word he said was like an unconscious pampering.

What Duanze thinks, what the outside world thinks i71's anger is not really angry, and the anger is not really angry.His joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys are the glimpses on the surface, the reflection of all living beings, and the comfort and reward he generously gives.

It really is a failure.Excessive synaesthesia makes i71 lose the negative emotions that a normal person should have, such as hatred, malice, and vigilance.The non-human ability further blocked his comprehension.Instead, there was only childish sympathy and pity left on him.

Duan Ze stopped the pen in his hand. "i71, your next task is to kill Wei Chongji." He didn't explain why, because he knew that i71 didn't need it.

i71 only needs one sentence——

"I like it when you do this." Duan Ze said.

i71 nodded ignorantly.

Duanze tore off the packaging of the toffee and put it in the palm of i71. "This is a reward."

This toy that i71 thought exudes a sweet and seductive smell, he licked it, it was a kind of sweet beauty that he had never experienced before.

i71's eyes lit up.

"This is "delicious." Duanze's mouth has a very shallow arc.

Duan Ze will correct his cognition bit by bit, including the hatred, malice, and precautions that he lacks.

In the setting sun, in the office of the police station.In front of i71, the chilling murderer, Wei Zhongji raised his hands to show weakness.

"Calm down, i71. What do you want?" Wei Chongji reassured. The police knew very little about this clone. They had no idea what the other party was thinking, what he would do, whether he was a normal person or not.

i71 is very straightforward, so straightforward that Qiu Ye almost pressed the trigger in his hand, "Kill you."

"We can have a good talk. This is a misunderstanding. In fact, we planned to release Duan Ze to cooperate with him. Under the current circumstances, we should be more mutually beneficial and win-win." Wei Zhongji said calmly.

However, in the next second, the cold muzzle of the gun barrel touched Wei Chongji's temple, Qiu Ye let out a pain, the man had been disarmed, and the gun was thrown to the ground.

"Duanze, I like, I, do this." i71 answered Wei Zhongji's question, he seemed to be confused about another thing, "You guys like, I, no, do this."

For the first time, the i71 received two diametrically opposed intentions.As the sun went down, he had the upper hand, and the supposedly ruthless killer hesitated because of such a simple matter.

Wei Zhongji intuitively sensed that i71's mind was not complete, so he gestured anxiously and wisely, "In this way, I will jump from the window and commit suicide, so there will be no contradiction!"

"...Yes." The index finger that had already been pressed was released, and i71's confusion was resolved. He sincerely sighed to Wei Zhongji, "You, good man."

He retracted the gun in front of the two of them. "Definitely, commit suicide." i71 said seriously.

It's time to ask for rewards, i71 thought.Duanze said that he can only go back to see him after completing the task, and then he can get the reward.This is indeed a difficult task, but it didn't bother him. With the help of "good guys", he has completed it.

When he walked to the window, i71's body froze. He lowered his head and saw a little red fainting from his chest.

And behind him, Qiu Ye was sweating coldly on his forehead, holding the gun he had just picked up and shouting, "Action!"

The door of the meeting room was knocked open at this moment, and it had been discovered from the monitoring that something was wrong, and the police officers lurking outside the door rushed in.

Upstairs and downstairs, the siege of i71 has already taken shape.

"On the afternoon of July 2021, 7, the suspect Duanze invaded the Xishan City Public Security Bureau and fled after the attack failed. I hope the general public pay attention to safety and report to the public security organ immediately if the suspect is found."

This news has been broadcast on TV every 10 minutes, and it has lasted for 6 hours.The old man sitting in front of the TV turned off the TV.

It was raining heavily outside, and it was completely dark. Finding someone was not an easy task.And with the ability of that murderer, it would be perfectly normal for him to disappear without a trace.

The old man put on his crutches and limped to the kitchen to turn off the fire.

On the sofa, the killer pursued by the police was pursing his lips and digging out the bullets embedded in his body with his fingers. Every time he dug out a bullet, there was a small puddle of blood on the ground.

The last one was on the chest, and i71's fingers inserted it in, and stopped again.It's still useful to keep it, i71 thought.

A normal person would have fainted from such a bloody scene, but the old man just calmly pushed the bowl in front of i71.

"Eat some."

The fragrance of rice wafted into the nostrils, and i71's stomach grunted in due course.He stared closely at the expression on his master's face, hesitated for a while, and then picked up the spoon in the bowl.

The old man nagged beside him, "Don't worry, I also have a son as old as you."

"It's just that young people have many bad habits, such as picky eaters and staying up late." When the elderly people talk about it, they talk endlessly, making up their minds.

When he stopped, i71 was lying on the table with its eyes closed, like a large canine.The porridge in the bowl was drunk clean.

"But he's still a good boy," concluded the old man, pulling himself up and staggering into the kitchen.A bone-chopping knife on the chopping board was sharply worn, and the old man struggled to lift the knife, "And you are just a murderer."

Downstairs in the community, the police who were struggling to find i71 in the heavy rain finally found the trace of i71.A long bloodstain climbed up the 7-story building along the wall.

"Found it! Call Team Qiu to come over!"

i71 is dreaming.

He rarely dreams, to be precise, he never had a dream when he was with Duanze.

On the only day when I left Duanze, the i71 jumped out of the car on the way out of the city and ran on the highway all night.

i71 dreamed that he was soaked in a huge transparent glass tube, the decolorized liquid was slowly rising up, flowing softly over the surface of his skin.

The strange thing is that sometimes he is inside the cabin, and sometimes he looks at himself from outside the cabin.

i71 is vaguely aware that this is Duanze's perspective. i71 heard Duanze talking softly to himself, what he said was like singing, he said a lot.

He was looking forward to me, and i71 jumped with joy.He worked hard, tried hard to control every inch of muscle in his body, and controlled his eyes.

want to see him.

Such thoughts filled all the thoughts of i71.

But for some reason, there is another voice in my heart, don't open, don't open your eyes.

Because of Duanze, Duanze thought——

i71 opened his eyes suddenly, and saw Cheng Liang's bone-chopping knife cut off his head.

He wants to kill me.

……

The bone chopping knife hovered in mid-air.Only then did the old man realize that there was a puddle of wet and sticky rice porridge under the table.

i71 didn't take a sip of the porridge mixed with sleeping pills, just under his nose, and tricked him over.

The master's knife still wants to move forward, he wants to chop off i71's head, shave off the freshest human flesh from his body, and continue to feed his son who has lost his sanity.

i71 propped his chin and looked at him, with the coldness of just waking up in his eyes.

"I don't kill people," he said.

The master's body couldn't help being pulled back, he stared at i71 in despair, it was him!Absolutely he did it!I clearly, obviously have already bolted the door from the outside, and now the bolt has been pulled away——

The bone chopping knife hit the ground with a crisp sound.

The son who has already turned into a zombie finally waited for the opportunity to eat and eat.

The keen sense of hearing allows the i71 to easily hear the sounds of running, cries for help, and gunshots in rainy nights, and these sounds are being replaced by chewing and swallowing sounds one by one.

i71 shed a lot of blood along the way, and this became the last straw that overwhelmed this virus-occupied area. The zombies who had been starving for a long time finally broke through the iron gates that bound them under this stimulation.

The voice that belongs to life is slowly decreasing.

i71 said softly, "I can't kill people."

"Otherwise, Duanze will not like me."

kill me.