It was dark and the car was bumping along the bumpy road.
Chen Yang closed his eyes to hide the emotions in them, and tried his best to sort out his inner order as quickly as possible. He clearly felt that all his thresholds were recovering, and recovering very quickly.
The audit area has been passed, the threshold is no longer supervised and extracted, and he can be a normal person here.
After experiencing this interrogation, Chen Yang deeply realized how painful it would be for a person to lose control of himself. In another sense, he experienced the torture that Chao Jian had endured.
The young man driving the car was a very eloquent talker. Ever since Chen Yang got in the car, he had never stopped talking. He just kept talking to himself without needing anyone to talk to him.
The wheel fell into the pit, the car body shook violently, and Chen Yang felt water shaking in his stomach. Although it was uncomfortable, the degree of discomfort was far less than before he came in.
The moment before he came in was so terrifying. He felt like he had really become a ripe fruit, and it was ripened prematurely. The spores must have been parasitic in the square, silently growing inside his body, and suddenly matured. If it was a little later, he would have died.
Chen Yang's limbs were shaking a little, luckily Chao Jian always checked his mask when he broke down, so he didn't inhale the white silk and get poisoned in the experience hall.
Poisoning kills people faster, and they die in the blink of an eye.
The infection of spores takes a long time, and there will be a process of spinning silk, which is also the process of sowing. This is the only way for him to have a chance to survive.
Chen Yang swallowed his saliva, and his throat was unobstructed, without the discomfort of being blocked by foreign objects. He coughed, and there was no rustling sound in his throat.
It's all over. He has passed that hurdle. Chen Yang's eyeballs kept turning under his eyelids. His mind was very active. His adrenaline was rising sharply. It was almost time to go home. Chao Jian couldn't be kept waiting for too long, otherwise he would take the medicine until he vomited, and then he would self-harm and go crazy.
When he got to the end and returned home, he wanted to be with Chao Jian...
Chen Yang's spiritual world was empty and he couldn't imagine his life after returning home.
For the mission, this kind of mediocrity is harder than ascending to heaven. When it came, Chen Yang didn't know what kind of mentality he should have to welcome it.
Chen Yang couldn't help but raise the corners of his pale lips, and said, "Let's hug first."
Then take care of it together with Chao Jian.
Chen Yang crossed his hands and pinched his abdomen a few times. He wondered what had happened to Miss Zheng Zhi, Qin Qiao and the others, and whether anyone else had made it to the final level like him.
Forget it, everyone has their own life experiences and trajectories. As long as we are alive, we will see each other again sooner or later.
Alive.
To live...
Chen Yang's force in pinching his finger joints suddenly increased. In the mission on the A3 floor of the Science and Technology Park, Chao Jian admitted under his probing that he understood lip reading, but only a few specific words. When he asked how many words it was, Chao Jian said it was three words.
So that's what he said.
Three words in lip language - live.
The corners of Chen Yang's eyes kept trembling. In a relationship, one person forgets everything, while the other remembers everything. How pitiful and lucky.
Because I remember that person turned back to look for each other, and no matter how many times they struggled in despair, they never stopped looking. When they couldn't walk anymore, they crawled and crawled to each other's side.
The person who forgets everything trusts blindly at first sight, becomes uncontrollably dependent on the other person, and unknowingly opens up his or her world to let the other person in.
This is an instinctive love.
Chen Yang's breathing was a little unsteady. He pulled open his collar, and his protruding Adam's apple rolled.
"Oh my god! It's over!" The young man in the pink winged hat in front suddenly slammed the steering wheel hard.
Chen Yang looked back, his face changed, how come he caught up with them! Could the zombies get excited so fast
"Snap"
The sound of a big bubble blown by chewing gum exploding rang in Chen Yang's ears. He smelled the sweet fragrance of strawberries, his expression a little dazed.
Chen Yang's eyes fell on the coin between Wen Qing's fingers. It turned out that they had been teammates before. But he reset it, and Wen Qing also lost that part of his memory.
Chen Yang thought that Chao Jian said that he had never worked on a mission with Wen Qing before, which meant that when he met Wen Qing, Chao Jian was not one of his partners.
That should have been a long time ago. Chen Yang rubbed the root of his nose. Wen Qing passed the road before he reset and came to the road after he reset. He kept walking and completed countless tasks. He was really a strange man.
"Oh no." Wen Qing chewed gum, "They were jumping around behind the car. I couldn't get rid of them. I was so nervous."
Although he expressed his worry, his eyes were shining with excitement.
Chen Yang's eyebrows twitched slightly, and Wen Qing never changed.
"Handsome guy, why are you looking at me? Are you looking at a zombie?" The young man adjusted his thick bangs and smiled wickedly.
Chen Yang turned around and watched the zombies that were about to jump onto the car. They were too close, and he seemed to have been filled with the stench of decay.
"Brother Yue, this is for you!"
The young man threw something from the front and hit Wen Qing in the face. He groaned and sighed like a helpless elder: "Leo, I think your eyes are not working well. There is no point in keeping them. You might as well dig them out and make breakfast for the zombies.
"I was driving, it's normal that I can't throw it accurately. But you didn't do anything but blow bubbles, and you didn't know how to dodge..." Leo saw Wen Qing's cold eyes in the rearview mirror, and the back of his head suddenly went numb, "Dear friend, give me another chance, I promise..."
Wen Qing smiled slightly: "Promise me a miracle?"
Leo also laughed: "No, I just want to make sure that I throw it on target next time."
Wen Qing didn't care that they were on the run. He grabbed the back of the driver's seat, pulled off the pink winged hat on Leo's head, and tore off the two wings.
Leo's screams of grief over the loss of his beloved wife could be heard in the car.
Chen Yang didn't pay attention to the fight between Wen Qing and Leo. He was touching the □□ in his hand. He knew it was HKP7 at the first sight.
Is this the gun I used to use
The glass at the rear of the car suddenly made a sharp sound, and a zombie jumped up, grabbing it with its sharp black claws, leaving creepy scratches wherever it passed.
"Brother Yue, come on!" Leo turned the steering wheel sharply, trying to throw the zombie off. "I've brought your little wife that you left in the house here, what are you waiting for?"
Concubine? Chen Yang couldn't help but clench his fists. He lowered the car window, stretched out his hand holding the gun, and pulled the trigger, with several consecutive shots.
The zombies behind the car were all shot in the head.
Night had fallen, but he didn't need to aim. He fired based on his intuition and muscle reaction. His hit rate was 100%, with no misses.
"Awesome!" Leo honked the horn and shouted.
"Thank you handsome guy for giving us such a wonderful performance." The young intellectuals applauded.
Chen Yang's mood was indescribable. No wonder he felt so familiar with the feeling of a real gun when he first came into contact with it in the mission in the nameless town. At the end of the mission, he even took out a gun by the river, pulled the trigger, and shot the target with one shot.
Soon, Chen Yang could no longer immerse himself in his own world, because the tide of zombies caught up with him again, and the few zombies in front of him had holes between their eyebrows.
The bullets couldn't kill them, and at most could only make them lie on the ground for a short while? Chen Yang's mentality was about to collapse.
"Damn it, I don't know how I'm going to get through tonight." Leo accelerated again and again, the car was almost flying on the road, "Brother Yue, you only have a few bullets left, you have to use them sparingly."
"What should I eat for dinner..." Wen Qing murmured worriedly.
"Eat fart? No, there's no food in my stomach, so I can't even eat fart." Leo hammered the steering wheel.
Chen Yang next to him did not participate in this topic. He was playing with a □□. Zombies are afraid of sunlight. They will hide in dark places during the day and come out to find food at night. He came at an inopportune time.
I don’t know how long it took, the car drove through the dusk, into the night, and stopped in a deserted, dirty and messy small county town.
The county town was empty, with plastic bags floating around like wandering ghosts.
Chen Yang got out of the car and found that Leo had taken out several bags of food from the trunk. It seemed that he had gone out to purchase some.
The night wind was cold, and the air was filled with an unknown stench. Chen Yang checked his pockets and backpack. The book was still there, but the diamond and diary were gone. He found his white ID card.
—019.
At the same time, something deep in Chen Yang's mind seemed to be gently touched, spitting out half a piece of memory fragment.
That is the snippet about this mission, which only covers up to this moment, and there is no second half.
The second half should be available when he leaves.
Chen Yang was sorting out the first half of the information. The doomsday survival mission had a time limit of one week. It was now the fourth day and the process was already halfway through.
Ding Huichun said that there were no taboos in the last level, and winning or losing depended on one's own beliefs. So that was the case. He was not doing a task, he was reviewing his life, reviewing the experiences that were erased by the rules, and the time of entry was uncertain.
Chen Yang zipped up his backpack. This was a team of 35 people, but only six were still alive. He, Wen Qing, and Leo had no hand injuries, but the other three had varying degrees of external injuries.
There are no Sun Wenjun and Xiang Zimu in the team.
Xiang Zimu said that they were all newcomers at the beginning and became partners by chance. Now it seems that this period was between those two events.
Chen Yang put his hands in his pockets, took out the gun, and skillfully disassembled and reassembled it. The whole process took less than a minute and a half. He had a strong premonition that if he did it a few more times, he could finish it in a minute.
The talent for shooting was not shown much in the reset missions, which is a pity.
Chen Yang thought about it and decided to be thankful. When the mission required the use of a gun, who knows what mode it would be in.
From a room to the west, Leo's curses could be heard, mixed with the sound of him kicking the table and smashing the chairs. He was venting his anger through violence.
Chen Yang quickly put on his backpack and ran over. He got back a piece of memory fragment, but his emotions did not keep up. He was not surprised at all because Chao Jian had used his own experience to give him a shot of prevention. However, he could vaguely feel the passion he had when he was doing the mission.
Strange yet familiar.
When Chen Yang ran past Wen Qing, he called out to him, "Wen Qing." His tone was a little unnatural.
"Something happened." Chen Yang said.
"Ah? Something happened?" Wen Qing was wrapping chewing gum with a tissue. Even at the end of the world, he would not litter. This was his Wen way of life.
"Well, let's go and take a look." Chen Yang grabbed him and ran, completely subconsciously.
Wen Qing was obviously frozen for a moment, then he smiled: "Handsome guy, your hands are so sweaty, why, are you scared?" He asked himself and answered, "I'm scared too, the end of the world, it's too scary."
Chen Yang took over his role: "It's okay, you can go back after completing the task."
"How optimistic." Wen Qing pointed to the night sky with his other hand. "Tomorrow will be a good day, but we may not be able to see the sun tomorrow."
Chen Yang let Wen Qing act by himself. He stopped talking, just increased his pace and quickly pulled him to Leo.
The memory of the first half of this mission told Chen Yang that Leo was a newcomer with great potential. This was their first time working together. He called himself Li Yue but did not reveal his real name.
After the reset, Chen Yang never met Leo again, either in the mission world or in the fake real world, and it was unclear what happened to him later.
Chao Jian said that he had completed many missions, so he must have had many teammates and made many friends. Nine out of ten people he had interacted with before had never met again.
The gun in Chen Yang's hand became hot as he held it. He dragged Wen Qing to Leo's side and was about to ask him something when the words that were about to come out of his mouth fell to the ground.
The scene in the room made one's scalp tense.
There was a corpse leaning against the wall. It was a male. All the blood in his body had been sucked dry. The skin on his face had turned into a thin, muddy gray color, clinging to his dry, hard head.
Among the three injured teammates, one died and two were missing. No wonder Leo collapsed.
"Old Liu's blood has been sucked... He will soon turn into a zombie..." Leo pulled his hair, which was almost bald, and said, "Brother Yue, let's send him off."
Chen Yang pointed the gun at the corpse, and as soon as his hand stopped pulling the trigger, he realized through memory fragments that bullets were still effective against zombies, but he needed to make more holes, not just one.
The guns were collected by teammates from all over the place, and they became less and less with each use. Now only his gun can be used, and there are seven bullets left.
Seven bullets, how can they last for three days? Bullets should be used in critical situations. Chen Yang put down the hand holding the gun.
"Are you going to use fire this time? Why not try my urine?" Wen Qing said shyly, "I'm still a virgin."
Chen Yang: “…”
Leo: "Only boy's urine works!"
"Discrimination against virgin urine." The young man shook his head and sighed, "This world is really, ah..."
Leo gritted his teeth.
Chen Yang could see that Leo didn't like teammates like Wen Qing, or should I say, he basically didn't like them at all. We were playing for our lives, and you were playing games, which was not the same model.
Not long after, a fire burned Lao Liu's body to death.
Leo was worried that Lao Liu would turn into a zombie and run away, so he didn't dare to breathe the whole time. Wen Qing squatted on the ground and turned the coins.
Chen Yang looked around. They were now in a large courtyard with high walls, which was considered the safest place in the small county, but two fights had already occurred here.
It wasn't the zombies outside that attacked, but a teammate was bitten and didn't say anything, and ended up being infected.
The worst case was when a boy was bitten by his infected partner, and in retaliation he bit several teammates in the same room, killing them all.
"We are so miserable. Let alone black donkey hooves, black dog blood, talismans and so on, we don't even have glutinous rice." Leo sat down dejectedly, and used the iron rod in his hand to poke the still hot ashes.
Chen Yang took a deep breath. Zombies don't seek the smell of blood like zombies do. They seek the smell of living people. The zombies in the mass grave are all people from the county town. A strange disease turned this place into an empty city, and then it became a feeding ground for zombies.
The dead teammates all became members of the zombie tide.
Chen Yang pulled himself out of that half piece of memory fragment. He felt that if he didn't come out, the threshold would be greatly lowered again.
"Gurgle..." The sound came from Wen Qing's stomach.
Chen Yang said: "I'll go cook."
"Wow." Wen Qing picked up the spinning coin, "Can I order some food? I want to eat..."
Chen Yang thought that the hipster was going to order a bunch of fancy dishes, but he actually said, "Egg fried rice."
"No eggs!" Leo shouted from behind.
"Okay." Wen Qing shrugged, looking very easy to talk to. "Then let's make fried rice." He added before Chen Yang spoke, "The leftovers are enough for the three of us. If not, then you can eat less, please."
Leo overturned the small table in the yard.
Wen Qing ignored Leo, he just stared at Chen Yang like a greedy cat.
"It will be ready in a moment." Chen Yang went into the kitchen and started working. Leo was the supporting role in this fantasy, and Wen Qing was the main character.
Chen Yang has not yet obtained the other half of the memory fragment of this mission, and he doesn’t know how it will end.
Chao Jian had gone through seventeen illusions, so he estimated that it was about the same.
Chen Yang thought of the game Seven he played. The style of the game was sunny and peaceful in the first half, and depressing and dark in the second half, with fear and despair, and finally ended with the screen full of blood. Every level of Seven was like that, all in that style, with the rhythm cut into two parts very abruptly, without any transition part.
That was Chao Jian's own experience in the last level. Chen Yang suspected that Chao Jian had someone specially make this game for him, targeting his revolving lantern illusion.
Chen Yang used a spoon to scoop out the leftovers. If he had witnessed Chao Jian's death, his illusion would have been like that. All the illusions were about Chao Jian bringing him happiness and pain.
However, that had never happened, so his illusion style was not what Chao Jian expected, he was following a normal rhythm.
The game wasn't played in vain, he already had some psychological foresight.
"Brother Yue, Xiao Min and Mr. Wang must have turned into zombies. We don't know where they are hiding now. We have to be careful." Leo came close to Chen Yang and said something incoherent, "What a nice smell."
"Bring me a bowl." Chen Yang shoveled the fried rice in the pot, and each grain was distinct.
Before Leo could make a move, Wen Qing came over with a bowl in his arms. His footsteps sounded so cheerful that he had no awareness that he was in the end of the world.
Chen Yang served rice to the two of them and got a bowl for himself. Only after eating a full meal could they have the strength to escape.
"Damn, this feels like the last meal before execution. We'll be on the road after we eat it." Leo spoke slurredly, with rice grains spraying from his mouth.
"Did your teacher tell you to cherish food?" Wen Qing saw that Leo was about to refute, so he said, "Speaking of this, I have to recite that poem."
"Master, Master Wen, I was wrong, brother!" Leo quickly slid off the track in order to have a good meal.
The performance was interrupted and Wen Qing looked at him sinisterly.
Leo went to squat at the door with his bowl of rice.
Chen Yang was eating fried rice while looking at the yard. He had a feeling that a large wave of zombies were approaching.
Less than two minutes after this thought, Chen Yang dropped his bowl and chopsticks and quickly pulled out his gun.
Leo reacted, rolled over and hid under the table.
The hipster was still eating fried rice. He didn't shovel the food into his mouth, but took small bites at a time, as if he was enjoying a big meal.
Chen Yang pulled him behind the door.
All the shops in the county town were gone. Candles were lit in the kitchen, and the faint yellow flames were swayed left and right by the wind blowing in from outside.
The moonlight in the yard was blocked by dark clouds, something came in!
The thing's body was like a loose old wooden frame, and it staggered as if it would fall apart at any time. Its limbs were not flexible, and its deep eye sockets looked cold and wooden.
A few strands of dry and yellow hair seeped into the scalp, motionless.
Chen Yang recognized it as Xiao Min from his memory. He tightened his grip on the gun and would not shoot until it was absolutely necessary.
"Hold your breath." Chen Yang mouthed to the smiling literary youth.
The hipster even smiled at the zombies.
Chen Yang covered his mouth and nose with his free hand.
Wen Qing's small eyes widened instantly, he was angry, but Chen Yang did not take his hand away.
The zombie's joints bent and straightened, and its body bounced out from its original position. It jumped directly in front of Chen Yang and Wen Qing, with its two arms stretched straight in front of it.
Chen Yang knew that zombies could smell their breath, so he held his breath and stood still.
The zombie's outstretched hand tilted, and its black, hooked fingers moved closer and closer to Wen Qing. Its sharp teeth were exposed, and a suffocating, fishy smell gushed out of its mouth.
Hipster didn't respond.
Chen Yang used some force on the hand covering Wen Qing's face, and just when he was about to lead the zombie away, Leo under the table couldn't help but let out a breath.
The zombie turned its body slowly and stiffly, making a crackling sound.
"Go to hell!" Leo desperately swung the iron rod at the zombie's head when it jumped over. He had been here for four days and knew how to deal with it.
Leo hit the zombie's head frantically.
Chen Yang inappropriately recalled the scene of Chao Jian smashing people. Could it be that he had also done zombie-related tasks
Leo's physical strength and skills were above the passing line, but he didn't get a high score. He failed to blow up the zombie's brain, and his hands were weak, so he couldn't hold on to the iron rod and it fell down.
A hand reached out, grabbed the iron rod, and swung it into the air.
"Bang—"
With just one blow, the zombie's brain stem was injured. Chen Yang yelled at the dumbfounded Leo: "Light a fire! Burn it to death!"
Leo hurried to get the stuff.
Wen Qing did not help. He watched the terrifyingly powerful zombie grab Chen Yang's leg and said slowly, "If you get scratched, you'll be infected with the corpse poison."
"Why don't you help me!" Chen Yang said angrily.
Wen Qing blinked innocently: "Because you don't need it."
Chen Yang: “…”
When Leo came back, his mouth was stuffed with garlic he had picked up from somewhere. He chewed it quickly and blew air at the zombies, which were still very aggressive even after being beaten to death by Chen Yang.
Chen Yang's zombie immediately stopped moving.
"Okay, okay, done." Leo sat down on the ground, his mouth full of the pungent smell of garlic, "Thank God, thank the earth."
Chen Yang took the opportunity to pick up the motor oil he had and poured it on the zombie, then pulled out the lighter.
Another teammate turned into a zombie and was burned to death.
Leo was a man of temperament, and he would break down every time he saw off a teammate. Chen Yang lit a cigarette amid his sobs, walked into the yard, and spotted the hipster on the tree at a glance.
"What are you doing in the tree?" Chen Yang shouted.
The hipster said mysteriously: "Shh."
Chen Yang bit the cigarette, freed his hands to hug the tree trunk, and jumped up a few times. He followed Wen Qing's gaze and couldn't help but curse: "Fuck!"
There are zombies everywhere outside the wall, so densely packed. Fortunately, they can't fly or jump up.
Chen Yang had seen people counting stars, but he had never seen anyone counting zombies.
Wen Qing counted them one by one or two. He didn't care how many he counted, he just had fun.
Chen Yang blew out a smoke ring and stared into space in a daze. What is Chao Jian doing now? Is there a moon there
"Do you think they are cute?" Wen Qing suddenly asked.
Chen Yang glanced at Wen Qing's profile. This ordinary-looking man would wear various masks to hide his true side.
"Cute." Chen Yang said after a while.
"However," Chen Yang met Wen Qing's eyes, "No matter how cute they are, they are not in the same camp as us. They are your teammates here."
The young man looked around: "Where is it?"
Chen Yang patted his shoulder with the hand holding the cigarette: "Am I not a human being?"
The hipster snorted.
"Mr. Wang hasn't looked for him yet." Chen Yang looked into the yard at the back and saw Leo rummaging around for something, presumably looking for garlic. He didn't believe in it and firmly believed that there must be more.
"I'll come out when I'm hungry." Wen Qing's two legs hanging outside the wall dangled back and forth.
Although Chen Yang is used to the literary and artistic attitude towards life in gaming, he still gets headaches, especially in the mission world.
"Why don't you say anything?" Wen Qing sighed aggrievedly, "Are you going to abandon me as your teammate? But I won't argue with you. I'll give you some candy."
Wen Qing smiled and gave Chen Yang a piece of chewing gum.
Chen Yang reached out to take it, and Wen Qing leaned close to his ear and said, "Until now, am I still the only one who knows that your name is not Li Yue, but Chen Yang?"
"In this team." Chen Yang put the chewing gum into his pocket. He told Wen Qing his real name on the day the mission started. The reason was unknown. It should have nothing to do with emotions, but his emotions were lost.
It doesn’t matter, they later became good friends and old comrades.
Wen Qing's eyes were full of anticipation: "So we are friends?"
Chen Yang: “Yes.”
"Ayang." Wen Qing called out a name, the wind messed up his bangs, and he instinctively covered the birthmark on his forehead with his hand.
The cigarette at Chen Yang's lips trembled slightly, and he uttered "hmm" vaguely.
“Ayang!” Wen Qing shouted over and over again like a child who had found a friend, “Ayang! Ayang! Ayang!”