Xie Shili bent down and carefully placed the sleepy young man in his arms on the bed.
Here is his former address.
He wanted to take the other party and leave directly, but in the zombie tide, most of the vehicles in the base have been evacuated, and the only few off-road vehicles left have run out of fuel and can't drive far, and the one he drove The car was parked close to the battlefield, and it should have been crushed and smashed like other surrounding materials, and it was also impossible to drive away.
Therefore, this became Xie Shili's only choice.
It is close to the edge of the base, and the exterior has also been reinforced to a certain extent. Most of the civilians have evacuated the base, and the ability team that was left to fight was also sent away by him.
Even if things eventually develop to the point of no return, it won't cause much damage.
-Even though he had already decided to leave the Dawn base, he didn't want to see it destroyed in front of his eyes.
Xie Shili lowered his eyes and stared at the sleeping face of the young man, raised his hand, and gently pushed the black hair in front of his eyes behind his ears, revealing his pale, bloodless cheeks.
He dropped the backpack on his shoulders on the ground.
The zipper of the backpack was half-open, and it was filled with spar of mutant zombies.
Even when fighting in the zombie tide, Xie Shili did not forget to habitually collect spar in case of emergency.
He let out a long breath.
…hope these are enough.
The room was shrouded in silence. The decorations here were the same as when he left. Outside the window, which was half-covered by curtains, strands of golden sunlight penetrated the thick and gloomy clouds and spilled into the room, imprinting on the ground. Dappled light.
The young man lay quietly on the bed, his slender figure curled up slightly, his chest did not rise and fall at all, like a marble statue that had lost its breath.
The sun fell on his face, making his face pale as paper, almost without the breath of a living person.
Xie Shili came to the bathroom, soaked the towel, and returned to the living room again.
He sat down on the edge of the bed and patiently wiped the blood on Ge Xiu's body with a damp towel.
In the quiet room, only his own breathing could be heard, and the only thing moving was the sunlight shining in from the window, swaying and flickering silently on the head of the bed and the ground.
At that moment, Xie Shili even hoped that this moment could last forever.
Zombies don't bleed much after being injured.
After all the blood was wiped clean, only the pale flesh that was turned out was left, which looked extraordinarily hideous.
Xie Shili carefully wiped the young man's hand, from the dirty palm, the knuckles stained with blood, to the fingernails with blood and mud, patiently and seriously, wiped the other's fingers clean, No dust left behind.
He raised his eyes, leaned over, and picked up the other hand that the young man put on his side.
Xie Shili's movements suddenly stopped.
His gaze fell on a shallow wound on the other's palm. The wound was not deep. The skin around the wound was pale and not stained with blood. It was almost inconspicuous, and it was difficult to find it without looking carefully.
But... this location.
Xie Shili was stunned, and the scene when they met for the first time flashed in his mind - the light blue ice cone condensed in the air, and aimed straight at his temple, the next second, the sound of flesh splitting sounded, near The zombie in front of him lowered his eyes expressionlessly, holding the icy ice pick in his palm, and the dark bloodstains flowed down the pale palm.
Could it be that time...
impossible.
Xie Shili answered firmly in his heart.
—Maybe it was just the wounds he suffered in this battle.
However, almost at the same time, Xie Shili recalled the cyan-black bite marks on the back of his neck when he was changing clothes for the other party in the mall.
He was slightly stunned for a few seconds, and then, as if made up his mind, reached out to the clothes the young man was wearing.
Confused, Xie Shili couldn't control his strength for a while.
"Thorn-"
The cloth, which had been tattered during the battle, shattered unbearably, revealing the pale body of the young man with scars. Beneath the layers of overlapping, fresh wounds, there were three wounds on the flat and firm abdomen of the opponent. Distinctly different scars - with no resemblance in direction and shape, apparently from battles with different zombies.
The three scars turned out and showed no tendency to heal.
Xie Shili sat on the edge of the bed, holding a piece of broken fabric in his palm.
He turned to look at the opponent's broken left foot.
The bones have been completely broken, and only a little skin and meridians are still barely connected, which looks particularly hideous and terrifying.
Zombies have no self-healing ability. Once injured, it will be a permanent scar. Those zombies with dismembered belly and limbs have already proved this - the fact has been in front of his eyes a long time ago, but it is so long. Since time, Xie Shili just chose to turn a blind eye.
Perhaps in the bottom of his heart, he has long regarded the other party as a human being, so he has completely forgotten about it.
Xie Shili's gaze swept across the other's scarred body.
His face was calm and unpredictable, and he could hardly see any emotional ups and downs, but the depths of those dark eyes were like an abyss.
Finally, Xie Shili lowered his eyes.
He lowered his head and carefully branded a soft kiss on the other's cold palm.
Like a seal, like an oath.
— No more, I promise.
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Gossi felt as if he was falling.
The gloomy feeling wound up along the limbs, pulling him into a deeper abyss.
His body seemed to be immersed in ice water, and half of it was being scorched by fire. The two senses were intertwined in the depths of the body. The bones and skin of the organs seemed to be separated, and a strange feeling rose in the body.
This feeling is very familiar.
Seems like he's been through it many times before.
Some unfamiliar, messy and broken images flashed before his eyes.
As if the scarlet lines branded deep in the bones slowly emerged under the moonlight.
The icy blade ripped apart the flesh, digging out the glands buried deep within the body.
Intense and huge currents flowed through the limbs.
These pictures are so unfamiliar, but they seem to be very familiar. Ge Xiu does not know where these scenes come from, but he can clearly perceive the feelings in these pictures that are completely connected with himself now—
pain.
Is this pain
Ge Xiu felt extremely at a loss, he felt as if he had forgotten something, but he couldn't remember it no matter how hard he tried.
However, when he stopped recalling, there would always be some fragments of memory pouring into his mind, messy and impossible to piece together, only bringing intense and heavy pain like a tsunami of mountains and tsunamis.
A maddening hunger rose from the depths of his body.
However, the perception of pain unexpectedly overwhelmed his hunger, making Ge Xiu extraordinarily awake.
I'm going to wake up.
Gorshu knew instinctively—I needed to wake up.
If he doesn't wake up, he will be engulfed by the surging memory, and the terrible pain will be compressed and washed over his body in a few seconds.
He struggled in the dark quagmire.
At this moment, a warm and soft touch came from the palm of the hand. Among the countless false and empty hallucinations, that soft feeling seemed extraordinarily real, like the only spider silk involved in the real world.
Ge Xiu held on to the fragile thread with difficulty and pulled himself out of the dark and cold slumber.
Xie Shili felt the fingers in his hand move slightly.
The cold fingertips slid across his palm, bringing a subtle and itchy touch.
He raised his head sharply and looked at the young man lying on the bed.
The other party frowned and slowly opened his eyes.
Under the light, the gray pupils that lost focus were as light as fog, and were plated with a layer of light gold by the sunlight, like flowing honey.
Xie Shili's heartstrings tightened.
He waited.
The young man's eyes moved slightly, and his eyes were fixed on the man sitting on the edge of the bed.
"you… "
Xie Shili's voice was extraordinarily soft, as if he was afraid of disturbing something: "Do you remember who I am?"
The young man's eyes fluctuated slightly, as if he was thinking hard.
It's different from the last time I jumped directly.
- Can communicate.
Xie Shili was refreshed.
A vague guess flashed through my mind.
He spoke again, his voice was calm, but with restrained caution, he asked tentatively:
"Then, do you remember who you are?"
The young man frowned slightly and stared at him carefully. He seemed to think of something, but also seemed to be thinking of nothing.
Finally, he spoke slowly, the long-silent vocal cords vibrated, making a hoarse and broken voice:
"Ge... Xiu..."
Xie Shili was shocked.
—As he guessed.
The other party may really be gradually recalling what happened before he became a zombie.
With the rapid evolution of language ability, the memory of once human seems to be slowly returning.
Just when Xie Shili was thinking about it, he felt the fingers in his hand move again.
The young man raised his fingertips and pointed at him.
He tilted his head and said with difficulty and slowness:
"Thanks... Shi... Li."
Xie Shili was speechless in an instant.
Huge and complex emotions rolled over like a flood of bursting dykes, and suddenly knocked him all over. He almost forgot how to breathe. In the silence, he could only hear his own heartbeat, which was speeding up in an instant—
"Boom" "Boom".