Stray Chapter 114: A dead end

"Huh?"

Miyamoto Rei was stunned for a moment, and unconsciously uttered such a syllable that represented confusion, and the dumb hair on the top of her head in the shape of an ant tentacle also swayed a few times in the wind.

Making bloodshed...what does that mean?

Why do I feel that just saying this sentence has a faint cruelty.

The same is true for others. They just saw that miserable woman was beaten and kicked by several big men, knocked over to the ground, and dragged in, and their brains didn't have time to realize what happened. thing.

Then, I heard the young man beside him understatement as if he had made a decision, but the words that came out of his mouth seemed to have some kind of **** smell that was not an illusion...

"What's wrong? Is there any problem?" Xia Ran looked around at the expressions of the crowd, tilted her head, and asked with a slight frown.

"Um... what do you mean by that sentence just now?" Fatty Hirano Toda asked cautiously, as if he wanted to make sure.

"I'm going to send them warmth, do you believe it?" Xia Ran said in a harmonious voice, "Don't come here, how could you not know what I'm talking about... Trust me, those people and those dead zombies have nothing to do with them. The difference, even if there is, is that the behavior of zombies is not sinful, they have no wisdom at all, and they can't think..."

Although strictly speaking, both rely on instinct to act, but the difference between the two is very different.

At least from Xia Ran's personal point of view, when he killed zombies, he didn't have any personal likes and dislikes. He might even sigh about the pitiful nature of these things. are still hurt by those around them, they are all just victims.

The corpse that can no longer think is purely driven by the mechanism of the unknown virus to continue its activities, thereby attacking humans, losing all wisdom consciousness, and being driven only by the instinctive appetite of the body.

Killing something like that is, at best, sad.

But those so-called human beings who are also driven by instinct are completely different. Xia Ran really thinks that zombies are purer and cleaner than them...

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“…”

Everyone fell silent. It wasn't because their IQ was really low that they couldn't understand it, but their previous ideas were still affecting and restraining them. They may be used to fighting zombies, but they can't take it for granted.

Even if they knew that the target was the vicious thugs, they still couldn't change their minds for a while.

This is normal.

"You guys are really too rigid..." Xia Ran sighed and shook his head in disappointment, "Zombies have always only been zombies, people are not necessarily people... Forget it, you are here Wait here, or you can clean up the zombies outside."

"What about you?" Gao Cheng Saya asked subconsciously, and then reacted. In fact, this question does not need to be asked at all, it only shows that she is actually afraid that this person will leave them and go away. That's it.

That's why even if I think of the answer, I still subconsciously want to confirm it and get an exact answer, so I can feel at ease.

After this made Saya Gaocheng react, he was very resistant to admitting such a conclusion that he was bullied so hard by this guy. Could it be that there is really some Stockholm effect?

No no no! Definitely not like this! It can only be said that in the current collapsed world, no matter how embarrassing and annoying this person is, it is still a strong guarantee for their survival, whether they want to admit it or not.

Xia Ran also noticed Gao Cheng Saye's inexplicable reaction, but just glanced at the girl and saw that the other party suddenly became more anxious, and her cheeks flushed, probably thinking that he was reading his own voice again Bar?

He smiled thoughtfully, and then showed an unpredictable smile to Gaocheng Saya. Seeing the obvious change in the other party's expression, he seemed to believe that he had seen through his heart, and then he calmly turned and left——

"Me? I'm going to give them a math class!"

Math class?

What the hell? Everyone else was confused and didn't react immediately. It wasn't until two seconds later that they remembered the horror scene that happened not long ago, and suddenly felt their scalps explode.

"Well, please take me with you! Xia Ran!"

The person who spoke out at this time was Yako Poshima. She seemed to have made up her mind. She quickly stepped forward and held the wooden knife in her hand. She raised her head calmly and looked at him without fear. .

"Oh? Then are you ready... to kill?" Xia Ran looked at this majestic girl with a half-smile, and keenly noticed a trace of excitement hidden in her eyes.

And not to mention the eyes, this emotion is not a bland and obscure emotion, so it was clearly captured by him.

"If it's necessary..." Yuko Dushima smiled softly, but her tone was very decisive, "As the daughter of a warrior family, I will definitely not hold you back."

Other people were a little stunned, but they just admired this senior's mentality and determination. They couldn't make up their minds so easily and would do something to the still living humans.

Of course, they just can't make up their minds, but they don't think that people who can make up their minds have problems with their minds. After all, they all know that this is not an indiscriminate preparation to kill innocent people for no reason.

It can't be said that because they don't have the consciousness to execute some heinous criminals, they should stop others from doing this kind of thing?

Can't stop the evil by yourself, and don't let others stop the evil, let the wicked continue to persecute others? What's the point of this?

They haven't been pedantic to this level, and they don't think there is anything wrong with Poison Island-senpai because of this.

But Xia Ran is different. He stared at the eyes of the poison island girl, and nodded slowly thoughtfully, still with that kind of smile that is not a smile:

"Alright, then come on... I also just want to see the style of the daughter of the martial family."

Ya Zi of the Poison Island suddenly felt a sudden shock in his heart, but then he smiled disapprovingly. The young man in front of him could read minds, so there was no way he could hide any secrets from him, and since he chose Standing up, isn't that just mental preparation for this?

As soon as she thought about it, she became free and easy. No matter how restrained she was, her whole person showed a sense of generosity, and she really had a little more demeanor and charm of the daughter of a martial artist.

"Wait, wait! I...I'm going too!"

Saya Gaocheng gritted his teeth and finally decided to keep up.

Others looked at each other and didn't fall behind either. Although they dared and didn't want to kill people, they couldn't let their companions face danger, right? Although it is said that there is no danger, this is not a reason for them to do nothing.

——At least help the town with the past, if they really want to fight, they are not afraid to do it.

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"Run! Run again! I'll let you run! I'll let you run!"

"tm's! Shame on your face, what's so good about your waste husband, he will die if he dies, so as not to waste food, I can only look up to you..."

"Che! You stinky woman dare to bite me, let me go! Relax! ... Chong! Kill her! Kill her! Drag her out to feed those things, just like her like my husband!”

A conflict has apparently broken out in the lobby on the first floor of the main hospital building.

The end result is that he is in charge of this place, feeling that he is already the "boss" of a noble person, and **** are almost bitten off by the crazy woman, and finally the decision to kill this unknown Dead and alive mad woman!

The woman was beaten and kicked until she was on the verge of dying before letting go. Then she was directly dragged out by the two "boss" dogs, and was going to use her to feed the zombies to establish the "boss"'s sacred and inviolable supreme authority.

This woman didn't struggle, her hair was disheveled and she couldn't see her expression. She didn't know if she was about to die, or she had long since lost her hope. Perhaps death was the relief for her.

There are still many people in the hall trembling, but they dare not say anything. They are only ordered to squat on the ground, surrounded by dozens or twenty people holding various weapons, or smoking cigarettes. The thugs stared at everyone eagerly, as if they were ready to find a guy who was not pleasing to the eye at any time and beat them.

These guys who are a little bit ill-headed probably feel that they are very powerful and proud now, and they have never felt so comfortable in their whole life.

The law of shit, the order of shit, the world is now the age of the strong ones like them! If you see what the woman likes, you will directly force it, and if you see anyone who is not pleasing to the eye, you will directly kill it. No one can control their head. Is there anything more addictive than this kind of power?

There are always some idiots who like to provoke their supreme authority and can't see reality clearly, which is very annoying!

"You have all seen it, this is the end of rebelling against me. In this world, only the strong are worthy of everything..."

"Boss" covered his **** palms, his eyes swept the audience savagely, and he spoke ruthlessly—

"You **** have no value. You can live only if I allow you to live, but you must be completely under my control and command, otherwise, you will only have..."

Bang!

A person suddenly flew in directly from outside the door, hitting the ground just right and making a dull sound! The limp body was lifeless, the neck was bent at an absolutely abnormal angle, and the cervical vertebra seemed to be broken.

It was one of the two thugs who dragged the woman out to feed the zombies, and he has now become a definite corpse, with an indescribable fear remaining in his godless eyes.

Everyone was startled, almost all took a step back subconsciously, and many of the group of people who were forced to squat on the ground fell down in fright.

"...a dead end."

And the "boss" was stunned for a while, his brain couldn't handle this scene at all, but he still finished the last sentence habitually.