The meteorite rain has brought about a world-annihilating disaster. Unfamiliar elements have caused diseases in animals, and invisible microorganisms have brought countless diseases.
In addition to their own diseases, humans have to fight more diseased animals. Ubiquitous threats, as well as countless mutated microorganisms, diseases and disasters that are irresistible, have halted the evolution of civilization and produced a setback.
The prosperous city is in ruins, and the fertile land is reduced to hell.
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Fang Zhao couldn't remember how long he had survived and fought in that near-apocalyptic world.
Ninety years? Or a hundred years
Can not remember.
Before the end of the world, he was originally a quite well-known composer, and his career was on the rise. Just when he was about to announce his most proud works to the world, he ushered in the war of world extinction. In order to stay alive, he escaped from everywhere to fight with his team.
When the lost land was recovered piece by piece, just when everyone felt that this war of annihilation was about to end and the prosperous world would reappear, he fell into the darkness before dawn.
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"If there is no determination to die, this war will be lost."
"So, 8 billion people in the world became 80 million now."
"Lao Zhao, you say, will we win?"
"meeting."
"I'm not afraid of death, what I'm afraid of is that so many people's lives can't be exchanged for winning."
"Will win."
"That's good. When I win, I'll find a place and start grazing again. Alas, the pastures in my childhood, the blue sky and green grass... Forget it, I can't remember. What about you, Lao Zhao? I will be your composer again in the future. ?"
"'Re'? I never put it down."
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Fang Zhao suddenly heard a conversation he once had with his comrade Su Mu.
Before dying, the subordinates' shouts and the roars of mutant creatures seemed to be moving away. The pain caused by decades of injuries and fatal wounds had disappeared, and the body had a tendency to gradually regain consciousness.
The vigor that seemed like a dead tree in spring made Fang Zhao very puzzled. After all, he was over a hundred years old, an old man with injuries and broken fingers. Even in the last days, his body has undergone some changes due to his own defense, and his physique has been enhanced, but after all, he is plagued by injuries, and he is old. Every moment is like an overloaded machine. It is impossible to be so relaxed. status.
Just when Fang Zhao was going to feel it carefully, his head felt as if he was being pricked by a needle, and countless unfamiliar images impacted his brain, crowding as if it was about to explode in the next moment.
The body was gradually controlled, Fang Zhao suddenly opened his eyes, sat up and gasped for breath, using the excessive fatigue of his brain to make his vision dark for a moment, but as the headache gradually eased and his vision recovered, Fang Zhao was keenly aware of the abnormality around him.
The intuition and perception that have been exercised in the battlefield of life and death, let Fang Zhao be sure without looking, he is in an unfamiliar place...
wrong!
Not an unfamiliar place!
An image appeared in the brain, an image that seemed familiar.
This is where he lives.
He is Fang Zhao, but he is not Fang Zhao.
He had already died in that end-of-the-world battle, but now he is alive again, in a person who is also called Fang Zhao.
come to life! !
Fang Zhao raised his hands, looked at the ten fingers of the young man, and moved his legs that were weak but not hurt.
This is a young, healthy body!
In his brain, Fang Zhao's own memory is not the only one. The scenes of the battlefield before his death are still very clear. He has all the experience of fleeing and fighting for nearly a hundred years in his mind, but at the same time, he also has the memory of this body itself.
This young man, also called Fang Zhao, was only twenty-three years old and was about to end his higher education career.
This is a young composer.
pity…
He was dumped as soon as he graduated, slaughtered as soon as he got a job, a friend who always thought he would fight side by side, betrayed him for profit, and stole all his three-month results. After repeated blows, this person chose a complete solution. The way of trouble - suicide.
Fang Zhao is very puzzled. The end of the world is over. Why should we give up life in such a good world
Wasn't it just dumped
Wasn't it just a piece of music stolen
Wasn't it just being betrayed by a good friend
so what? !
Has the sky fallen? !
Do people in the last days try to survive, and commit suicide because of this? People who live in the last days must not understand.
However, after all, today is the post-apocalyptic peaceful and prosperous age, and people living in peaceful times have different ideas. Fang Zhao himself had experienced peaceful times, but the time was too far apart, and his memory had been blurred by countless bloody storms.
What do people in times of peace think
never mind. Anyway, things have happened.
Fang Zhao searched for another part of his brain that belonged to the body's own memory. Except for sighing, he was angry. When faced with such a thing, choosing such a method is too cowardly and an escape. The original owner himself died, and the person who stole his achievements still lived happily and turned into a successful person. Is his death worth it
Anyway, Fang Zhao himself felt that it was quite worthless. The revenge of the present and the present, the ghost knows whether there will be an afterlife.
However, the original owner did not dare to face the current situation, but Fang Zhao was different.
After all, people who have experienced the end times have different xinxing from those in peaceful times.
The more memories that were searched, the more surprised Fang Zhao was.
There really is a new world...
So many years of fighting, so many years of hell, is worth it! When searching for the original memory of this body, Fang Zhao did not give up his exploration of the surroundings. No matter when, even when the body itself was in a safe environment, Fang Zhao would not completely relax his vigilance. This is in the end times. The habit he developed during the period is also one of the reasons why he can live for so many years in the last days.
When there was a louder and louder humming sound, Fang Zhaocai temporarily stopped searching for his body's memory and looked sideways.
He had just noticed that there was another living object in this small room, but there was no threat, and no attack intention was shown. At the end of the world, this kind of mad beast is generally not a disease, so I didn't focus on that side just now. Now that I hear the increasingly loud voice, Fang Zhaocai faces the past.
It was a small dog, and the hair on his fingers was in clumps. There were stains everywhere, and he didn't know what it was sticking to. This dog is very thin, and if the dog's hair is removed, it may only be skin and bones.
A stray dog picked up before the original owner committed suicide.
After the original owner picked it up last night, he gave it a final meal of supplements. Half of the original owner ate it himself, and the other half was given to the dog—both of which contained suicide medicine bought from a pharmacy.
There was an empty bowl on the table not far away. The food with the medicine in it had been eaten by the original owner, and the plate next to the dog was the one from yesterday, untouched.
In my memory, yesterday the dog's physical condition was not very good, and he could hardly stand up. After one night, he looked a little better, but it was still difficult to get up. He lay there on his side, tilted his head slightly, twisted his neck to the Fang Zhao looked here, wagging the tip of his tail, and staring at Fang Zhao with black eyes.
Fang Zhao moved his legs. Although he was still a little weak, he could still move around.
With both feet on the ground, the sense of steadiness transmitted from the soles of the feet to the brain made Fang Zhao's heart beat faster.
As if to confirm the authenticity of these things in front of him, Fang Zhao walked very carefully and seriously.
One step, two steps...
From the beginning, the temptation seemed to be in slow motion, and it gradually accelerated, and every cell in the body was excited with the emotions transmitted by the brain.
From death to life, how lucky!
Going to the place where the dog was lying, Fang Zhao squatted down and threw the dish on the ground that he didn't know what material it was, and the medicated paste food inside, and threw it into the trash can.
Seeing Fang Zhao's actions, the dog seemed to be a little more energetic, and his eyes were more radiant.
There was no more edible food in the house, Fang Zhao took out a bowl from the cupboard according to his body's memory. He touched the wall of the bowl and determined that it was not any material he was familiar with. It looked like ceramic at first glance, but it felt more like a plastic composite, and it was very light.
There are some vague memories of the new material in the brain, Fang Zhao can only know from those memories that this is a material that can degrade quickly under certain conditions without releasing a lot of harmful substances.
Without further research, Fang Zhao went to the pool to pick up half a bowl of water according to his memory and put it in front of the dog.
The dog that was lying there stood up swayingly, looking like it was about to fall down at any time, but still stood firm, lowered its head and licked the water in the bowl, and its tail was slightly flapping on both sides.
Even a stray dog struggles to stay alive.
Fang Zhao looked at the dog and focused his attention on this small room again.
A total of about 20 square meters of space is crowded and messy, and the corner is even more messy, but the memory left in his mind lets Fang Zhao know that before yesterday, that corner was actually the most tidy place in the entire room.
The narrow space of about four square meters in the corner is the place where the original owner created the songs. The songs he created in the past two months were completed in that cramped corner.
Many tools and furnishings in the room are very unfamiliar, and Fang Zhao has never seen household appliances before. However, he can understand everything from the memory left in his brain, so as long as he fully integrates the memory, he will have no problem surviving here.
Fang Zhao came to a place, pressed a small button on the wall, a waist-high cabinet protruded from the wall, and above the cabinet was a mirror.
Without researching the materials of the mirror and cabinet, Fang Zhao carefully looked at the person in the mirror.
The original owner looks a bit similar to Fang Zhao himself. In fact, Fang Zhao doesn't even remember what he looked like when he was young. However, seeing this face in the mirror, Fang Zhao still finds a sense of familiarity, not based on this body. The memory itself, but the memory that belongs to Fang Zhao himself.
It's really... fate.
Although he didn't know why he got this healthy body, Fang Zhao did not agree with the original owner's actions, but since he inherited this body and obtained the original owner's memory, Fang Zhao will also take part in the responsibility.
Staring at the eyes in the mirror, Fang Zhao said seriously:
You don't want your life, I take it.
I will avenge your revenge!
I will help you pay your debts!
Your dream is to become a global composer? Exactly, so am I.
In fact, Fang Zhao's ambition is very big, but after all, this is a strange new world that he is not familiar with. No matter how much ambition, it must be based on reality and one's own ability. The wish that could not be fulfilled before the end of the world may be fulfilled here.
Anyone can say big things, but before they get used to the environment and understand their abilities, no matter how much they say, it will be empty.
Pushing the cabinet back into the wall, Fang Zhao walked to the window and opened it.
At this time, it was almost noon, and the weather was fine outside. The curtains had already been drawn, but it was still dark inside, because this was a dark street. A slum-like place.