The Collection of The End

—September 28, 20:25, Raccoon City, street —

"I'm sorry, Brad."

After leaving the alley behind the small bar, I said casually.

Although he escaped the fate of death, he had to face the truth of the world—all his experiences and memories were just a game.

Compared with other reincarnations, he at least has a home to go back. If he goes to the game line instead of the movie line, then most of the places on this earth are still safe.

[Original Biochemical 3, he is a coward, and now you have a rare opportunity to highlight it. 】The stupid system plays the original biochemical three image data on the taskbar.

‘You also said it’s the original version,’

On the side of the alley, a police officer was killed with a gun in his hand. I picked it up, and then turned it around at my fingertips with the one I brought, and finally compared it with a double The posture of gun flow.

In the world view of the Resident Evil series, being bitten by a zombie is basically equivalent to being sentenced to death. It is just based on physical fitness. Some people will have a chance of "death with a reprieve". Can do the same thing as him: send Brad out the back door and face a large group of zombies.

[No protagonist's halo is not far away, by the way, what do you have for this avatar? 】

‘Gun fighting technique, immune to viruses. ’

[The characteristic that you won’t die if you are bitten by a zombie? Then she must start to wave. 】

‘Then who knows... and you can’t just bite whatever you want...huh? ’

Some familiar inspiration flashed again.

This is totally unreasonable. As the "main god", I just need to think about something if I want to know something. Even the thoughts and thoughts that have passed by can be read out after extracting the memory.

So what is this...

The back door of the bar is an alley leading to another street, and the street is also smashed into a ball of cars and burning flames, as well as collapsed buildings, and a large number of zombies.

"[The one below! Go to the evacuation point on the roof of the underground parking lot ahead!]"

The transport helicopter I've seen once appeared in the air again, but this time it obviously learned a lesson. There are bright and blind incandescent lights hanging under the fuselage, and it will only use the horn to shout when it sees that it is obviously a human.

Great, this helicopter pilot must not know what "the high beam dog must die".

"Underground parking lot, rooftop, okay." I watched a zombie snap out of the school bus that was overturned on the side of the road, changed lanes decisively, smashed through a barbed wire gate and ran to the location marked on the map.

‘Well... if that avatar saves Brad here, what will happen next? Will the plot be messy? ’

[Are you worried about this? seriously? 】

'Well? ’

[So far, this is the most standard time for you to'walk the plot', without any pre-arrangement and strange intrusions. 】

‘It’s like I’ve been laying out a long time in advance, and there are a lot of people rushing in. ’

[Hmph, the behavior of'disturbing the fixed plot' is unacceptable for general reincarnations, because it will destroy their'prediction' of the future and make certain speculative time and event nodes disappear in advance, but You have never been afraid of this. 】

‘Um...it seems, indeed. ’

[And those destroyed plots sometimes turn back to the original development path for strange reasons. This kind of thing is generally pushed to the time and space correction, the completion of the world consciousness, the will of the universe, and so on. 】

‘This is entirely because the screenwriter or the author is too lazy to use his brain. ’

[Although you are currently studying the issue of dimension upgrading, don’t just make a deadpool speech casually. 】

‘It’s strange, Deadpool is next door, but I’m going to lift the roof. ’

"Stay back! Don't come closer!"

Because I was talking nonsense with the stupid system, I didn't pay much attention to the road. When someone yelled in front of me, I found myself walking to a place like a temporary open-air warehouse.

The roaring guy, a middle-aged man dressed in business casual clothes with a worried hairline on his head, was waving his arms and fleeing from me.

"Sir, are you okay?"

"I'm fine! As long as you stay away from me!"

With two words of effort, he has rushed all the way into a large container in the corner of the warehouse.

"Hey, don't do that, look at the sky," I pointed to the helicopter running around with the high beams on: "That helicopter can take us to a safe place."

"What a ‘safe place’! I won’t leave here!" The middle-aged man began to forcefully close the door.

Hmm... I probably remember who this is.

He is a businessman who thinks that the biochemical outbreak is just a small problem. He thinks that the police or the army will soon control the scene, so he shut himself up.

In the latter part of the plot, Jill has a chance to return to this scene, and then he will find that this guy was eaten by a few zombies.

Since the zombie obviously didn't have the ability to open the door, he must have tried to search out without food or water, but he was stolen from the back.

He is not the same as Brad. He belongs to a person who will die in the future but has nothing at all now, and cannot be "saved" directly.

"The parking lot is not far from here, I can take you there." I said, looking at the direction the helicopter was flying away.

"The only safe place is here!" he yelled, and the container door was about to close.

The so-called **** ghosts are hard to persuade, and pure passerby sets are often more difficult to save than characters with famous names, surnames and plots.

However, I flipped through his background settings, and he seems to be really not a "passerby set board".

"What would'Dario Russell' think if he saw your cowardly performance now?" I said to the container door that was almost completely closed.

The closing of the door stopped.

"What...what?" The container door reopened a crack. "What happened to that best-selling author?"

"I have seen every signing event of his, and I have a little impression of you." I said nonsense.

[Uh-huh, although it is nonsense, it is not entirely nonsense. I have seen it two seconds ago. 】

‘Just you talk a lot! ’

"...Really?" The container door opened a bit wider, and the middle-aged man seemed to be tidying up his instruments.

"You seem to have put forward very good opinions and suggestions on the content of Mr. Russell's book at the signing meeting. Mr. Russell laughed and took a photo with you, and then publicly praised you for your attention to details." The name should be...Tod?"

"It's Ted," the cabinet door was fully opened, and Ted jumped out: "Huh, although you look embarrassed, but you have a confident expression, you casually said that you want to protect others, even holding two in your hands. Gun, if no accident, what department should be the special police?"

[He doesn't seem to be afraid of zombies at all. 】

‘After all, the dying message is [I’m a person praised by the great Dalio Russell], that’s probably the highest honor in his life. ’

"Yes, I'm a member of'STARS', please follow me, don't worry about those monsters, if I can't figure it out for a while, you can hide aside for the time being, don't take risks," I nodded in agreement: "Like the writer said Passed,'your life is still a long time'."

"...Please lead the way, ma'am."