Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 251: The dawn is quiet

5 Dawn is quiet

I decided to take Grea away.

Although she was infected by the virus, she still maintained a human mind. I don't know how many patients like her remain, but one thing is certain, Grea is lucky. She lost her life in the first wave of large-scale explosions without Ranwen.com. She lost her mind completely without Ranwen.com. She also met people who could and were willing to communicate with herself. Perhaps the hospital has not had time to develop antibody serum against this virus, but I hope her appearance can tell the survivors that not all infected people are lunatics who lose their minds and cannot communicate.

In addition, if Grea is my only surviving patient, it is a special case, then with her cooperation, the study of this virus and the phenomenon of the disease must be helpful. I believe that, whether it is to establish a model or serve as a research object, Luoqiu will not be stingy in spending energy and funds on Goreia.

Greia's strength recovered quickly. After being infected by the virus, her physique was significantly better than that of ordinary adult men. But her face is not very good, and her spirit has been in a state of anxiety and depression. Of course, everything she has encountered will have a serious impact on her psychology.

I hope I can help her, but I don't know how to proceed. It would be great if Fu Jiang was here. She has a wealth of psychological knowledge and simple medical experience, which can be of great use, and the persuasion I can think of is pale and thin, even simply helping to fix her fractured right arm. It is not handled well and left behind.

Also, even though I know that I am a human being, in Grea’s eyes, my appearance, sound and smell are all annoying monsters. Even if I know that I am not malicious, I am approaching and Contact is still full of resistance and cringe. The contradiction between sensibility and rationality caused her eyes to lose spirit and expression, and I clearly felt the self-disgust and guilt that kept growing in her heart.

——I feel like I'm about to collapse. Grea wrote on the paper that a nasty, hoarse, inhuman voice came from her throat, and she couldn't tell whether she was pressing the answer button. She was crying or crying, but this was her only outlet. The world that one can perceive cannot be understood or recognized by others. Even the only one who tries to accept oneself is a "monster" that is deformed and terrifying, and cannot be accepted visually. How horrible and lonely this is.

As soon as she thinks that she will be treated and observed by a group of "monsters" in the future, I cannot repay her much confidence in her psychological recovery. For this tragic female patient, whether she is letting herself go or lending a helping hand, she can't face it calmly. Perhaps the best way is to blindfold her and imprison her in a boring room like a prisoner. Such a lonely and silent world is a kind of punishment for ordinary people, and perhaps it is her only paradise.

——Be strong, Goreia. I can only write down such empty condolences.

Grea closed her eyes. If possible, she would rather have both her nose and ears abnormal. I grabbed her hand, and her body immediately trembled, and a layer of goose bumps rose up. The touch from her skin and nerves was not the touch that a human hand should have. In her description of the surrounding environment, whether it is the human body, the room, the table, chair, or even the clothing, all have lost their original form, covered with a layer of flesh and blood tissue rooted in the material and reproduced wantonly.

But she must endure until we find a cure.

Just as we were about to leave this cold drink shop, a string of mobile phone bells rang suddenly, which was particularly loud in the deadly atmosphere, but it also made my nerves tense. It's been a long time since the mobile phone suddenly showed a signal, which is indeed gratifying, but the environment in which I am in is unusual, and I can't help but be vigilant. While mentally reproaching myself for forgetting, I took out my mobile phone, and the signal repeated between one cell and two cells, and the caller ID was "Jung".

I pressed the answer button and hid beside the broken shop window, patrolling the dangers that might arise on the street.

"Zizi...uu...wu...crow, listen... can you hear..." The voice that came into my ears was not very clear, but I still could hear that it was indeed Jung.

"It's me, Jung, where are you?" I repeated it several times before the other party understood.

Because of the unstable signal, Jung made a long story short, and there was no greeting from Ranwen.com. The location was in the dock area by the lake. It seemed that all the survivors were gathered there.

The dock area is already on the dividing line between the real world and the temporary data hedging space. I have to guess whether they have reached some agreement with the people in the black nest. However, in the current situation, only the Black Nest, which occupies the temporary data hedging space, can help. After all, Black Nest and Luoqiu do not have too many targeted conflicts, and there are many concepts of enemy and friend. Vague acquaintances.

I hung up the phone, and now Mae was looking over with the simple and curious eyes of a young child. She stretched out her hand and grabbed the mobile phone. I didn't stop it, letting her play it like a toy. Goreia still closed her eyes tightly. On the surface, her emotions seemed to gradually stabilize, she was just feeling uncomfortable for resisting not seeing anything.

I don't want to speak any more, because every word I say is an incomprehensible and unbearable inhuman cry to Grea.

I tried to take two adults, a mummy, and a giant cocoon tall to plunder, and head to the gathering place to face the rising sun. For safety, we jumped on the roof and streetlights. The distance we swept was not long each time. We tried our best to run at a normal level in a flat place. Fortunately, whether I, Mae, or Gorea, our physical fitness is better than that of ordinary adults. , This amount of exercise will not leave anyone behind.

I overlooked the street, and there was no more violent encounters along the way, and no more survivors. Even a survivor was found everywhere, with the deadly apocalypse, and the dead bodies. Broken limbs, quarrels, snatches, destruction, killings, almost every inch of the land, every side of the wall is smeared with dried blood. I can't describe my feelings when I witnessed all this. The broken scene is more shocking than any impressionist painting that shows the cruelty of the massacre.

I can’t imagine anything more savage, nor can I imagine a more evil force. The things that are born here, the dust that remains, the darkness that I’ve covered, I’ve heard, seen, and I have read, one of the most intense works of humankind about tragedies.

Is the end approaching step by step? Yes, its footprint is here.

May God bless us, Amen.

As we approached the wharf area, we finally saw a silhouette of people. The evacuated people built a temporary line of defense in the warehouse area. Reflected a smooth light under the shining. A long distance away, you can smell the blood-filled and burnt air, mixed with a strong smell of gasoline. I am sure that once a violent person tries to flip through this barrier zone, it will be burned to death by a fire. It would take great effort to invade from the buildings on both sides. Those houses have black holes in them, and there are rare machine guns and bazookas on the top.

These powerful weapons cannot be stored in the small town police station’s weapon arsenal, let alone taken out from the gun shop. It is estimated that they were seized from the army of the dog and the Mal Jones family lurking in the real town. Supplies. The dog army and Mal Jones’s family are in conflict. Before we enter the temporary data hedging space, the companions of the Security Bureau also passed a fishing plan for the lurkers of Mal Jones’s family. In addition to the sudden violence*, the survivor fisherman. Profit is not impossible.

I didn't see the companion of the Security Bureau without Ranwen.com, so I stopped at a distance of 100 meters and wanted to call Jung, but the signal disappeared cleanly. I don't want to get close to that line of defense. Not long after the terrible violence* has ended, these people must have not recovered from the rumbling tensions. Once they enter the range of these guards, there will be no good things. Although they couldn't hit me even if they fired, these people and I are already very tired and don't want to do these provocative things anymore.

I knew that those people could see us, and felt the atmosphere on the defense line tense for a while away from a long distance, until I stopped. On the surface, the guards still maintained a high alert posture, but they must have sent someone to report to their superiors in private.

Someone climbed onto the roof soon, and I stared at it for a while, as if it was Locke. It's great that he is still alive. He didn't speak from Ranwen.com, but just made a few gestures at me. I don’t have Ranwen.com. I have received professional training in the security bureau, but after the establishment of the security bureau branch in the town, I learned several common contact methods. The meaning of the gesture is very simple-welcome back.

We met Locke on the top of the house that served as a sentry post. His complexion was not bad, but he could still clearly see the exhaustion of his expression.

"Hey, crow, it's great to see you again." He walked up quickly and gave me a warm hug, patted my back hard. I am also heartbroken. Although there have been differences in ideas, we are all partners on the same front and on the same team. When I left them, I thought that this team was finished, and I never thought it would rejoin them under such circumstances. Facts have proved that the possibility of the future can never be ignored. Before there were no online students in Ranwen Novels, who would have thought that the Security Bureau, Black Nest, and Doomsday Truth would cooperate? As a result, in the tumor area of ​​the hilltop data hedge space, we do face a common enemy.

The soldiers of the Fandog army were all dead, and Father Xi Sen was also severely injured, so I could only entrust me to carry him back.

Locke’s gaze swept across the people behind me. He didn’t know Zhenjiang and Goreya, and he didn’t know what the ghost of that giant cocoon was, but he would definitely be able to identify Father Mori, even this priest. Has become a mummy-like thing. But he didn't ask too many things on the spot by Ranwen.com, while chatting and leading the way.

We jumped directly from the roof. In addition to the barrier strips, several lines of defense were temporarily constructed in the warehouse area and the open area at the entrance of the street. Several temporary security teams with guns walked around. This land is very flat and there are not too many buildings. Several lifting equipment stand alone, but vehicles such as forklifts and bucket trucks keep coming and going. When fighting against the Black Nest people, critical weapons are left behind. His scars were dug into trenches.

I learned from Locke that ~IndoMTL.com~ civilians gathered in the warehouse, and some people set up tents outside the warehouse, but there were not many tents. Most of the violence that night* was burned down, even if they were kept From now on, until now, there are no people on Ranwen Novel Network who are interested in rushing to the town to get it back. Everyone thinks that those violent people will definitely still wander there. The current situation is not so good. Weapons are a bit stretched and daily necessities are in short supply. But the more important problem is that people are still unable to get rid of the fear brought about by that violent night.

Except for the members of the Security Bureau and the Sheriff Engels who was not present at the time, almost everyone had a mental disorder, even the police officers, who were severely unable to take care of themselves. The atmosphere is very depressing, and there is no suitable candidate for Ranwen.com if you want to cheer. As we approached the gathering point, we could hear depressed sobbing and muffled screams from the tent from time to time. These screams and sorrows that we dare not even express our heart aloud.

A few people came out of the warehouse and the tent, our eyes met each other, but the other's eyes were blank, so they walked away quietly, or they just sat on the ground and looked up at the sky. Or bury your head between your knees. Of course, it is not that there are people who are motivated by Ranwen.com, but these people are busy sorting out the resettlement work and patrolling in wartime.

The dawn here is so quiet, full of the depression and exhaustion of the rest of my life, invisibly dispelling the light and heat of the rising sun.