"Alas." Faced with this situation, the owner of the barber shop had no choice but to walk even if the road was difficult. He sighed heavily, picked up the iron spear and steel gun, and walked into the world of gray, red and white. .
Beijing is very calm, Beijing is very violent.
Another five days have passed, and the weather here is cooling faster than expected on the 7th. The sky is getting darker and the temperature is getting lower and lower. Five days later, the temperature here is more than twenty degrees below zero. It even reached a low temperature below minus 30 degrees, without electricity and coal. If human beings hadn't become much stronger in the past few years, they would have froze to death in pieces.
But even so, the situation is still not optimistic.
The owner of the barber shop took off his jacket and wrapped it around his three-year-old son.
"No, I have to add more wood to the fire. It can't be burned. The child keeps getting hot. I think he has a fever." The boss looked at his son, his eyes were not sure whether it was from the cold or he hadn't slept for days. Good relationship, layers of dry skin, looking unhealthy.
"It's more than 30 degrees below zero, and the firewood can't be burned, and it's useless to add firewood." The boss, Nian, was next to the owner of the barber shop, carefully splitting the furniture with a small military ax, and then stuffed the legs of the furniture into the bedroom. In the bonfire in the middle, it is a pity that the wood of these furniture has been eroded by heavy snow, and moisture has already entered it. thick smoke.
"I don't know if this child can survive this hurdle." The owner of the barbershop said hoarsely. After wrapping the child, he placed it next to the firewood pile choking with thick smoke, his eyes anxious.
The woman chopping firewood beside her also had the same anxiety on her face, and it seemed that there was nowhere to vent her anxiety, so she blamed the man.
"At that time, I said that I would not allow this child to be born, but you insisted on having the child. Did the child live a good life with us after the birth?" The woman kept talking while chopping firewood, and her eyes were even more red with tears. "I'm either afraid of this or that every day. How difficult is it to run from Langfang to Beijing? Then it was hard to gain a foothold in Beijing, and it depends on the faces of those gangsters. All the things I planted were taken away. Being bullied by animals, being bullied by people when he came back, when the child was young, there was not enough breast milk, even milk powder could not be found, so let him eat those rough grains early... "
"I'm sorry, it's my fault." The man sighed without retorting.
"Your fault, your fault, what's the use of your fault?" The man's attitude didn't improve the woman's mood, but instead made her fist-like words seem to hit the cotton sleeve without any effort, so, She became even more angry, "I was not allowed to give birth at the time, but you wanted to give birth. From the day the child was born, it was doomed to this ending today. From the moment he was born, he entered hell. This child has come to the present situation today." , it's all your fault!"
"Alas!" The man was speechless and sighed heavily. After a moment of silence, he stood up from the ground.
"You take care of the child at home. I've taken antipyretics and it doesn't improve. I think it's because I'm hungry." After saying this, he walked out of the room again with his weapon on his shoulder.
Outside is a world of ice and snow.
Inside the house is a world of resentment.
The woman watched the man go out, and opened her mouth to say something, but when she saw the feverish child, she didn't spit out any notes from her open mouth.
Then, time slowed down and the sky gradually brightened.
The night passed—the man did not return.
Another day passed—the man still hadn't returned.
On the third day, the woman had no more expectations. In the temperature that dropped to minus 40 degrees, she held the child in her arms and fell into a long icy sleep together.
The only thing she regretted before she died was why she didn't let the whole family die together.
graduate School.
Looking at the sky outside, Shi Qi frowned and asked Wang Pengfei beside him.
"Are there a lot of troubles recently?" Seventeen naturally pointed to those citizens whose lives were unsustainable.
"I thought there would be a lot, but in fact it's not too much." Wang Pengfei showed a surprised expression on his face, "Many people were frozen to death and starved to death and didn't come looking for trouble. It seems to be the exact opposite of the situation in Zhengzhou back then."
"It's not the exact opposite. People who can live here understand the situation better." Seventeen explained: "I said before that there are only three kinds of people who can settle down in the inner city of Beijing—one is the One is a smart person, and the other is a lucky person.”
"Except for the lucky few, people with connections know that neither the government nor the research institute can do anything about this situation. Smart people can think of this without connections. As for the lucky ones who can live to this day, they are still a minority after all." Seventeen sighed, "So these people didn't come to make trouble and cause trouble, but the more they are like this, the more anxious I am."
"Mr. Seventeen doesn't need to do this. It's God's business. Even you, or even Mr. Li, can't do anything about it." Wang Pengfei tried to comfort No. 17, but found that it didn't work at all.
People who think a lot are always prone to worry, Seventeen is no exception, Li Qingshui is no exception, and all smart people are no exception.
Therefore, the current research institute is filled with a depressing and dreary atmosphere like the gray-red weather—this is the case in the independent research area, and the same is true in the main research area. No one wants to watch human beings freeze to death day by day, but they are not gods no matter how smart they are—sunshine and heat are not things like "I want light" and there will be light.
"Are there any statistics on the death of civilians in Beijing?" Number 17 didn't turn his head when he spoke, because the familiar brain fluctuations behind him let him know who was coming behind him.
"The statistics are not complete, but in the past few days, the death toll of Beijing residents has reached 23%. Although this number is slowing down, people have gradually found their own way of survival, but with the The temperature continues to drop, and the growth of this number will not stop." The boss walked to No. 17, looked at him and said with a smile: "However, these days, it is rare for us to have good news."
"Liu Chang is awake?" No. 17 asked in surprise, seeing the boss' expression.
"No, but it should be soon. It will be much earlier than Liu Xinmin's estimate of 17 days." The boss said, took the hand of No. 17, and brought him to Liu Chang's laboratory. Nature is Liu's body and the test bed under him. And beside Liu's huge body nearly six meters high, Liu Chang'an lay there quietly.
In the solution of the crystal vessel, Liu Chang's body looked particularly disgusting at this time.
Yes, it’s not too much to describe it as disgusting. His body was originally in the state of scales before death, and after being torn into two pieces, the severed limbs were soaked in potion, which was a bit like a corpse equipment. But at this moment, the joints of the severed limbs of the corpse equipment, where the blood and white flesh should meet, are not so peaceful. The places where the flesh and blood are broken are constantly wriggling as if they were alive—it seems that the flesh and blood have already been squirmed. Without their own consciousness, they are repairing autonomously and automatically.
And beside Liu Chang's crystal bed, there are three clones who are subconsciously inducing Liu Chang with their eyes closed.
"Did you see that the characteristics of coelenterates have evolved." No. 1 excitedly pointed to Liu Chang's severed limb, and said happily: "He has evolved this, and his recovery is just around the corner. These wriggling flesh , How spiritual, if it wasn’t for the fact that his internal organs didn’t grow well, I think he would be able to recover immediately by butting the two amputated limbs together now!”
"Yeah, it's really amazing." No. 17 approached the crystal bed, looked at the severed limbs inside, was happy for a while, and then frowned, "But, what if I wake up? What happened? At this point, do you really think that he can save all mankind as Li Qingshui predicted before?"
"This is impossible." Hearing this, No. 1 sighed, "But anyway, this is a good thing, one of the few good things so far."
"Do you know what Liu Xinmin is doing recently?" Hearing what the boss said, No. 17 didn't answer, but asked about other topics.
"I don't know, it seems to be researching something like reproduction." The boss said.
"Reproduction?" No. 17 looked at Liu Chang, then at Liu, "Where does he want to study?"
"Study on both sides." While the two were talking, Liu Xinmin's tall body came in from the door of the laboratory, "After I heard that people on the seabed lay eggs, I wondered if it would be possible for these two guys to also have superhuman strength." reproductive ability, and it turned out to be unusually difficult."
"Let's not talk about the difficulty of flow, the direction of his evolution is unusually weird, the body has no sex, and asexual reproduction is not suitable for higher animals." Liu Xinmin said here, showing a puzzled expression, "But why can't Liu Chang use it? I can't figure out the other way of breeding. Hasn't he returned to his ancestors to a very high level? Doesn't his body already have the characteristics of many other animals? If he can't reproduce on a large scale, Li Qingshui What kind of bet was placed on him?"
"Do you know?" Liu Xinmin looked at No. 17.
"I don't know." Number Seventeen shook his head, "Maybe we can wait for him to wake up and reorganize the body memory in his body. Maybe there is a message left by Li Qingshui for us?"