Sighing, Liu Chang continued to walk forward, trying not to look at the painful expressions of the people around him, try not to perceive the desolate voices of the people around him, and try not to pay attention to the cries of the dying people and their relatives.
But the more he deliberately didn't pay attention to these things, the more Liu Chang could perceive all the troubles around him.
Painful expressions entered his eyes and imprinted into his mind, making him breathless.
Going forward, drifting out of people's sight, Liu Chang felt like a lonely soul.
"Be good, be obedient, go and see what's going on in the hospital, and this lollipop will be yours." While Liu Chang was away, he heard another discordant voice.
"No, I don't want to go." Then came the cry of a little girl.
"Are you going?" The first voice suddenly became harsh.
This weird conversation attracted Liu Chang's attention, which made him unable to remain indifferent. After walking a few steps in the direction of the voice, he saw three short-haired men.
Three people, a scarred face, a fat man, and a ruffian with a hooked nose.
The three of them are all standard "reform heads", with hard hair densely attached to the scalp, which is between bald and hairy.
This kind of hairstyle is rarely done by people, and there may not be one hair like this among a hundred people on the street. Now that three people with this hairstyle gather together, their identity is ready to be revealed—the prisoner.
These three people looked like reform-through-labour prisoners in terms of appearance and shape. Although they were not wearing prison clothes, Liu Chang was 100% sure of their identities.
All three of them had scars on their faces and bodies, which were obviously left after fighting with others. If you guessed correctly, these three people were all prisoners who escaped from prison after the red mist fell, and the signs of fighting on their bodies were also festered and infected.
And in front of them was a six or seven-year-old girl. The two parties obviously didn't know each other, and there were no adults like parents around the girl.
"I won't go, it's dangerous inside." Hearing the scolding from the person in front of her, the girl shrank her neck.
"Dangerous fart, I'll let you go in and check the situation, it's not dangerous." The hook-nosed ruffian winked and said.
"It's dangerous inside..." the girl continued, her voice choking.
Seeing this scene, the uncomfortable sense of blockage in Liu Chang's heart came again. The contest between morality and survival made him breathless, but he didn't want to be a second-time good guy—in this chaotic world, such things are everywhere. , He couldn't control it, he didn't want to trade his own danger for that humble sense of moral existence again.
Swallowing and spitting, Liu Chang turned his face away, turned and walked away.
As soon as he took the first step, he heard a loud slap behind him.
"Fuck your mother, go if you are told, why are you talking so much nonsense?" A simple and heavy voice pierced into Liu Chang's eardrums, extremely ear-piercing.
Then, the girl's cry was heard.
Liu Chang gritted his teeth and walked forward again.
But the next sound made him stop—it was the sound of a switchblade being unsheathed, and the tearing sound of the blade cutting through the skin, and then there was the girl's loud cry of "waah".
"Fuck me!" He spat fiercely on the ground, Liu Chang turned around again, but saw that the girl's face, which was still white just now, now had a deep and long bloodstain, and the blood was gone. It covered half of her delicate face. She cried loudly, but she couldn't attract the slightest sympathy from the three people in front of her.
"Fuck me!" Liu Chang cursed the same sentence again. Seeing this scene, he, who thought he was calm, became furious for the first time since the end of the world. With the scalpel, he rushed back in two steps in three steps.
In the dense fog, the visibility of ordinary people is three meters. What is the concept of a distance of three meters? A stride for an adult, or two strides for a run.
This is an extremely short distance.
Therefore, when Liu Chang inserted the scalpel into the neck of the man with the hooked nose, the man didn't even have time to see his appearance clearly.
The tip of the knife pierced the aorta, Liu Chang pulled it smoothly, felt the "collapsing" feeling when the scalpel cut through the tendon, and then saw the blood gushing all over the sky, and the man with the hooked nose covered his neck and stared wide eyes, but this expression did not last for a few seconds before he completely collapsed.
But no one cared about him, or rather, no one went to see him. The remaining three people all looked at the young man who suddenly came out of the thick fog with terrified eyes. All of them looked at his bloody right hand and the bloody scalpel in his hand.
After Liu Chang ended a life with the knife, he just stood there holding the knife handle tightly, and also stared at the remaining two people with his eyes.
"Who are you?" The man with the scar face was the first to break the silence after staring at Liu Chang for a few seconds.
"A passerby." Liu Chang answered truthfully. The feeling of killing someone for the first time was not so wonderful, but it successfully mobilized his emotions. He felt that the moral pressure he had just endured was released the moment he swung the knife, and he felt a little empty in his heart.
However, unlike Kong Ming in his heart, his body is extremely excited now, and a large amount of adrenaline is secreted due to the excitement, making his body tremble involuntarily.
"Passerby?" Dao Scar's face keenly caught Liu Chang's body movements, and he saw that he was just a rookie who got angry for a while, not a vicious person, and then a contemptuous look appeared on his face, "Little friend, is it a TV series?" I’ve watched too much, and started to learn how to be a hero? Hehe, it’s a pity, I tell you, it’s not easy to be a hero.”
As he spoke, a switchblade popped out of Scarface's hand, and there was blood on the blade—it turned out that it was this guy who cut the girl's face just now.
Seeing this, Liu Chang narrowed his eyes, turned around and took a few steps back without speaking.
"Why, big hero, now you know you're afraid?" Seeing Liu Chang disappearing into the mist, the scarred face grinned loudly, "Little brat, don't worry about being a hero. What's wrong? You're an idiot!"
Standing on the periphery of the fog, out of the opponent's field of vision, Liu Chang took a few deep breaths, calmed his trembling body, and looked indifferently at the scarred face screaming in the depths of the fog.
Then, he moved slowly, walked around a small semi-circle and walked to a place four or five meters behind the other party - at this distance, he could clearly see every movement of the other party, but the other party could not see his existence at all.
What happened after that was very simple, still two steps out, Liu Chang inserted a scalpel into the back of the opponent's spine, and then pulled the knife away at the moment the opponent screamed, leaving only a man convulsing and screaming on the ground Body.
"Ah~~ah~~~!!"
No one could bear the pain of the spinal cord being destroyed. The scarred face was bouncing on the ground, but the coordination between the upper body and the lower body could no longer be achieved.
And his screams completely aroused the vigilance of the last person, making him finally feel that the young man's two murders were too weird. In a panic, he made a right and wrong decision.
He grabbed the little girl next to him.