Doomsday Wonderland Chapter 853: Especially easy to offend the fallen species
...Eh?
Long enough to hold on to the edge of the trash can, he stared at the head in shock for a moment.
"Don't panic, everyone!"
When the evolutionists on the street were buzzing with discussion, a shout came from the store. The voice was young and crisp, sounding like a child; then, a thin figure stepped on the broken glass and half-jumped and half-walked out of the door - it turned out to be a little boy who looked to be no more than ten years old, with fluffy hair. Juan'er trembled as he walked.
His face turned pale, he reached out and took out a piece of cloth to cover the dead head, carefully picked it up like a football, and shouted to everyone: "This man was trying to rob the store just now, but was hit by the anti-theft mechanism. It’s not a big deal if you win! Let’s go, I’ve already called the black market supervisor over!”
The expressions of the onlookers suddenly relaxed a lot. There is a very strict order in Black Market, which blocks out all the Darwinian rules that are customary in the apocalypse, and will never tolerate any unprovoked killings; since this boy is willing to call the supervisor, it means that this store is still under the black market rules. Within - it is always reassuring to know that the rules system is still in operation at any time.
The boy seemed a little afraid of the thing in his hand. He put the tips of his ten fingers against the head and stretched out his arms to clamp it from a distance, not daring to hold it tightly. The blood gradually wetted the piece of cloth, turning it from light blue to dark black and red, and then fell to the ground drop by drop from the end of the cloth.
That woman really died so simply? She met a stronger opponent than herself, so why did she die so quickly?
Zhang Zu frowned, not a trace of joy or even a little pleasure arose in the empty darkness within his body. There was still only a mist-like delusion and slowly burning anger. It's not enough. She didn't die because of me. The empty space has to be filled with more deaths. She has to die because of me. I want revenge on Mei He. All this is because of Mei He. I want to kill Mei He...
When he woke up from his dazed state, he found that the child was holding the head and walking into the store. It seemed that what he just said successfully drove away many passers-by who stopped to watch the excitement - after all, death is not a new thing.
Before the boy walked through the door, Changzhi glanced at his face. He has smooth skin and a slender body, and looks a bit like a girl at first glance; however, this is not what makes him attractive. As soon as he turned around from the passers-by, the boy's nervousness disappeared. He only pursed his lips tightly and looked at the head in his hand, with a heavy look of doubt on his face, and even Sichuan lines formed between his eyebrows.
...It was as if he couldn't figure out why Lin Sanjiu died so easily.
Just when Changzu thought of this, the boy suddenly raised his head, as if he felt its gaze; his eyes stayed on Changzu's mask for a moment, then moved away, and walked into the store with his head held up.
What to do next?
Although the woman did appear to be dead, she could not be considered to have killed herself. The black hole in Changzu's heart that was always gnawing at it still didn't get the slightest satisfaction, and it made it want to scream, cut, and destroy - why is that woman so fragile? It’s really useless, but I’ll stick with it until the milk cake effect takes effect!
It stayed in place for half a minute, and before it could figure out what to do next, it saw the boy just now emerging from the door of the store again.
"Hey," he raised his chin and nodded to Changzu, "Are you a fallen species? Come over here and clean the shop for me."
Maybe they misunderstood it as a degenerate species responsible for cleaning up in the black market.
After thinking for a long time, he walked over without hesitation.
"There is blood on the ground. Be careful not to step on it everywhere." The boy didn't even look at it for a long time. He threw an old cloth to it and walked toward the back of the dark store with the head in his arms. " I'll turn up the lights, and you stand the body up against the wall - what are you doing in a daze? Clean it!"
In the darkness, a headless corpse was lying on the floor between two circular shelves. A black vest, black jacket, field pants and black boots were all the same outfit Lin Sanjiu wore every day. It seemed that she didn't have time to react before she died. She didn't make any defensive movements at all, and just fell straight to the ground.
Zhang Zhang grabbed the old cloth, bent down and grabbed Lin Sanjiu's body. The woman's skin was cold and smooth to the touch, and a section of white spine on the broken neck stretched out from the **** mess. The corpse fell limply onto its arms and was dragged to the wall obediently. Because rigor mortis had not yet begun to occur, it was a little unsteady for a while and always kept sliding down crookedly.
While Changzhi was fighting with the corpse, he only heard a gentle "ding" sound behind him; when he looked back, he found the boy examining a collar in his hand on the table. The cloth on the person's head was removed, and the face that almost didn't look like Lin Sanjiu was now immersed in the bright white light. The bandage around his neck was also torn off - the collar should be the bandage. something down.
"This is the Pygmalion collar." The boy looked at the beautifully colored metal collar with interest. He seemed a little eager to wear it on his neck, but after thinking about it, he finally stopped. . He put the collar away and looked at the head carefully again.
Before he caught himself peeking, Changzu quickly turned his head. However, as soon as it retracted its gaze, the boy suddenly spoke.
"Hey, fallen species."
"Huh?" Changzu uttered a muffled syllable from the mask.
"Look at the corpse. It is indeed a dead human corpse, right?" The boy seemed to be no longer afraid of dead heads~IndoMTL.com~ looked at Lin Sanjiu's pale face at close range and asked softly: "What do you want?" I think it’s really about human touch and human structure..."
Zhang Zu pinched his neck, and the flesh and blood of his trachea suddenly made a "gurgling" sound. Regardless of the clothing, appearance, or the subtle "sense of presence", they all reminded it that this corpse was the woman who bought the milk cake from it in the morning.
"It's human." It whispered back.
"It's good that it's a human being." The boy smiled slightly and gently placed the head in a box on the table. His hands were stained blood red; the blood flowed all the way to his elbows, scratching his fair skin. There are several winding red lines. "I didn't expect that I was the first person to accomplish this."
It was obvious that she would die from the poison of her milk cake in a short time - but this boy happened to step in - what kind of **** anti-theft mechanism, it was obvious from what he meant that it was all a lie. This life should have been mine, this is my revenge——
Hate and anger brewed like a storm in Changzu's heart, and he stared at the boy from the corner of his eye.
...There is one more person on its revenge list today.