After the global recovery I crossed

Psychological comfort centers are built between cities, close to expatriate gathering places and slums. It is said that this is the result of experts' research for several days and nights. They said: let purple and red neon lights flash in the air, let computer screens float in every On a street, let the words of psychologists circulate all the time.

The words of the experts did not reassure the people in the upper city who are far away from the psychological center. They trade real estate and talents, move their families to the psychological center, and turn the psychological center into another Beverly Hills.This place, which was originally intended to cure the infected, was born with a new function: preventing infection.

Therefore, the most central psychological center of Myriken has the most luxurious configuration and the fewest number of people—more than 1 uninfected people including doctors and staff, and nearly [-] infected people under control.

A Rolls-Royce passed by the army stationed next to the psychological center. Its dazzling appearance attracted people's onlookers, but what really made people envious was that this car could enter the clean residential area of ​​the psychological center.The infection didn't bring much change to the class, and the episode where the rich once became the playthings of the rich haters seems to be just a fantasy when the end comes.

"I know you call it Eden, but do you know what we call it?" The gentle and decadent aristocrat lay in the back seat of the car, his voice soaked in red wine still contained the luxury of the upper class, he did not Concerned about the driver's answer, he said to himself, "Ark, only 1 people have the final ticket. Mr. President's parrot can occupy a place, although only humans will be infected."

The driver remained silent, and the wipers struggled to wipe away the rainwater sticking to the glass.

The nobleman looked up at the Starry Sky Roof, which was purchased with a lot of money, and a few drops of rain penetrated the roof like shooting stars and landed on the surface of his velvet suit. For this reason, he recited a poem intoxicated:

The morning star falls, the night before dawn.

As his voice faded, as the car turned from wet-stained masonry to the clean, smooth marble of the psychological center, the driver slammed on the brakes, his voice inflected with confusion and fear: "The words on the sign changed. Already!"

Under the huge neon light with the words "Psychological Comfort Center" on, a group of neon lights that originally showed the number of infected people in the world every day changed unpredictable light, as if a hand was arranging and combining at will, and finally, in the In people's astonished eyes, it announced: [Uninfected people in the world: 10017. ]

The red light is unshakable in the rain, exuding an ominous meaning.

"How is it possible, just now it was shown that less than half of the infected people in the world!"

"Only 1 people? Are humans going extinct!"

"Who is the prank, the governor said it will only receive data every morning!"

Everyone couldn't believe it, it was a strange sound of footsteps shaking the ground that caught their attention.Their gazes turned back from the announcement in unison—at the periphery of the psychological center, at some point, the troops all fell by their black combat boots.

No blood, but no breath of life either.

——A group of guys in black and gray combat uniforms surrounded the people like ghosts from the doomsday team in film and television works.They are holding strange firearms that no expert has ever seen before. Under the eyes covered by goggles, the lines of their lips are as cold as stone.

Realizing that the mighty army protecting the psychological center was all dead, the people suddenly became stiffer than stone.People watched the ghosts pass by them. The steps were not ghostly. The boots splashed mud and fell, which was a more concise pattern than the traces of Rolls-Royce tires.

The heavy rain could not cover up their neat footsteps. Among the footsteps, there was only one voice that fit people's imagined lightness.

It was a woman, she was wearing the same combat uniform without specialization, but she didn't have any weapons, she just exposed a pair of charming eyes, and walked to the front of the ghost army with wind-blown steps.

She said: "Please tell the people inside that I want the research results on new humans, everything."

She held up a finger and shook it, which should be a gesture of contempt, but her expression of looking up at the sky seemed to be just right to please God.

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On the tallest building, Helen pressed the fluffy hair, and when she found that her hair was entangled on the umbrella handle due to static electricity, she had to untie her hair first.

She forced herself to focus on the trivial matter of undoing her hair, as if it would make her forget what happened before.

She was so frightened and confused that her hair fell out for a long time.

She gently asked: "Is the last supper of mankind an [apple], is every human being a Judas?"

Soon, she turned her attention down again.

Living in the sky, she can clearly see everything flowing in the darkness.Before that, she had never seen the silent death of human beings from such an angle.

The area outside the psychic center and beyond is like a labyrinth.All kinds of decorative neon lights were supposed to be good guideposts, but they didn't light up. Instead, there were strings of dark eyes in the dark night, and they watched the troops sneaking in like ghosts.

The ghost army surrounded the psychological center from all directions. They were not many in number, but they were actually eating away at the middle area.

Helen watched nervously as circle after circle of people fell down in the dark, like layers of wheat ears being wet to the ground by wind and rain.

As the ghost army approached, the rats slid across the street, moved the floor tiles that had been raised by the crowd, and hit the wet tires of the car, but people still didn't notice.Finally, they reached the outskirts of the psychological center closest to the inner area, and finally, people woke up like a dream.

Helen gasped for breath, because the woman suddenly raised her head and met her eyes.

In just a split second, the woman shifted her gaze to her side, and the woman shook her raised index finger, as if making a "1".

"What does she mean?" Helen asked.

Lin Xingtao's fingers untied the hair she couldn't untie no matter what, and pressed her head along the hair, signaling her to continue reading.

The ghosts raised their special weapons, took a step forward and fired at the front. Before the people in front of them screamed, they found that the bullet stopped in front of them at a speed visible to the naked eye, then turned and shot into the On several cars preparing to enter the psychological center.

The roof of the car was overturned by a huge force, sparks flew everywhere, and the people in the car were drenched all over by the rain mixed with sparks.

[Uninfected people in the world: 10000. ] All of a sudden, there were a dozen or so uninfected people missing.

That "1" means ten thousand... Helen thought to herself, but her breathing was trembling slowly.

She felt Satan's fingers touching her temples, and the voice was as warm as the fingers, burning into people's hearts: "It's not ten thousand, it's one."

Helen lowered her head abruptly, avoiding her fingers, and when thinking of what happened next, a layer of tears appeared in her eyes.

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Wen Qin led the mobile task force and said, "Do you want to fight against our Plague Company-Troy Squad?"

The Psych Center responded at the overturned gate of the vehicle - shutting it tightly.

Wen Qin lowered her face and stepped on the brick road with her boots, as if a fire wire buried under the bricks had been ignited.The guns are aimed at people again, an aboveboard threat.

People fled in all directions, squeezed into video stores, clothing stores, and snack bars, watching the street in panic through the round holes in the glass.

Someone accidentally bumped into the old mechanism in the video store, and the black record was spinning faintly under the stylus.The string music of the Nutcracker circulates in the streets and alleys, and the clear music tells a humorous story of a prince leading toys to fight with mice.

This kind of ballet music seems to have attracted the hearts of the girls. In the clothing store, the beautiful models swayed their joints one after another, "click", and turned their necks 180 degrees under the horrified and stunned eyes of people.

It turns out that the infected in the psychological center are here!people think.

[Symptom Variation of Beautiful Model Gene: Activation of Stiff Joints. ]

[Ability evolution: catwalk, dance. ]

Creaking, they rushed out of the shop.

At the same time, the more than 3000 infected people who were managed by the doctors of the psychological center rushed to the gun without hesitation.

This is a war...

Helen watched the infected people either die from gun attacks or from the deterioration of their own diseases. The number "10000" has not moved yet, but she knows that the number of dead people must be jumping up one by one.

She's still a girl, but she's already crying.

She couldn't understand why those guys with guns were so indifferent in a scene where even she could be so sad, and they weren't Satan—Satan, at least, seemed to sigh.

Satan sighed.

Helen suddenly understood why.

They don't care about death, what they care about is the achievement of the new human beings, just like the people in the psychological center also regard the achievement as more important than the infected.

—They were not in the play.

Helen, who dreams of being on the Broadway stage, knows very well that although the audience will be moved to tears by the actors' acting skills and the plot, sometimes, no matter how superb the actors' acting skills and no matter how exquisite the scenery is, they all have indifferent expressions, aloof, like every other The cloud gave a reserved applause.

Human beings are emotional animals. They feel fear when they see the dead bodies of their own kind, and feel pity when they see the death of their own kind. This is originally something engraved in the genes.

When humans stay out, when humans lose their human emotions... they call that divinity.

——A new human, is this a human?Is the new human being such a plan to become a god?Is the correct direction of human evolution to become a god?

——Will God care about the blasphemous idea of ​​human beings "wanting to be God"?So God saves the world by killing those who want to become God?

——God needs the awe of mankind, and God needs the fear of mankind.

——What about humans?

Many of the thoughts spinning in Helen's mind were not her own. She shook her head in pain, thinking that some infected person passed her thoughts to her.

She squeezed the umbrella handle tightly, and suddenly saw a noble young man in a suit in a Rolls Royce.

The nobleman leaned his head against the window glass, and raised his head as if aware of it through a layer of glass.

At this moment, Lin Xingtao lightly waved the raindrops that fell on his shoulders.

Countless raindrops fluttered and fell into the lanterns and neon lights erected between buildings.

In an instant, the lights came on.

Helen looks at the world through teardrops, nobles through glass.

The brilliance of neon lights overlaps and shines in the raindrops one by one, broken prosperity.Under the heavy rain, the city is twisted like countless overlapping kaleidoscopes, the lights are red, and people are indistinguishable.

"The stage that attracts everyone's attention has been built, Helen." Lin Xingtao's voice was clear and hot, ironing Helen's earlobe.

"No..." Helen retorted subconsciously.

Then her eyes lit up.

Just like when important characters appear on the stage, there will always be a beam of light shooting from somewhere, a thick white beam of light enveloping them is also lit up behind them.

Helen's shadow projected onto the ground.

Her skirt fluttered in the wind, like a robe covering her upper body, her short shadow was also stretched into a terrifyingly huge size, and the umbrella she had been holding in her hand was only half illuminated by the light. , actually looks like a huge sickle.

Beak mask, black robe, sickle.

The sickle slowly slashed across the neck of the noble young man, and the young man let out a scream: "I'm not afraid of you!"

[I'm not afraid of you. ] Helen remembered how she had promised Satan.

She was afraid, she deceived God.

She stayed there motionless until Satan—Lin Xingtao stretched out his hand and held the top part of her finger holding the umbrella, helping her turn the angle again.

The scythe was moved from the aristocratic youth to a woman running excitedly from her psychic center.

"We found your sister Lily." Lin Xingtao said.

Lily, Vivian's friend, Brando's cheater.

Also one of many pregnant women.

The author has something to say: Lin Xingtao talked less and less, became more and more cold, and more and more aggressive.

Naia: It's over, I have the burden of being an idol.