When the last piece of broken cement slab was pulled away by two mercenaries, the scene of being crushed under the cement slab appeared before everyone's eyes.
The tall mercenary standing in front looked down at the inside, patted Hao Ren's shoulder and sighed softly: "This is the age of hell, isn't it?"
A blond girl in a miserable condition was crushed under the cement ruins, and it was unknown how long she had been dead. There was a terrifying penetrating wound on her chest and abdomen, and the ground on the other side could be seen almost through the wound, and around the wound, rolled up flesh and blood could be seen, and there were things like electronic pipelines mixed between the flesh and blood. , Careful observation reveals that these lines and hoses are actually grown together with flesh and blood. The girl was lying on her back under the ruins, with her empty eyes wide open, as if she was still looking up at the sky with her last glance before she died. The blood stains on her long hair had not yet dried up, and her wet hair stuck to her face, adding to the desolation.
Hao Ren: "..."
He felt that the navigation signal of the data terminal came from the corpse, clearly and accurately.
"Terminal, do you know what you have become?"
"I don't know this machine," the voice of the data terminal is quite energetic, "Damn it, all the services have been restarted, but I just can't connect to the sensing device, how did you come in this time, and why is it different from the previous transmission?" Woolen cloth!"
Hao Ren: "... I guess it has something to do with your sensory pattern changing now, you are now... a corpse."
The exclamation of the data terminal resounded in my mind: "What are you talking about?!"
Hao Ren didn't know how to explain this. He could only shake his head and sigh in pain. He bent down and wanted to carry the corpse of a human or a biochemical human out of the hole. The soldier beckoned: "Who is that, give me a hand, and help lift these steel bars..."
"You..." Nolan looked at this scene with a gloomy expression, her fingers holding the rifle turned pale from exertion, then she shook her head expressionlessly, "Got it. Ulanov, Karl. Go up and help. In addition... you are sad and obedient."
Hao Ren didn't understand what the other person was saying in the last sentence, because he had to focus on carefully removing the corpse below without causing more damage. After several people worked together. The blonde girl's "corpse" was finally brought out. Hao Ren took off his shirt and simply wrapped up the horrific wound on the other's chest and abdomen. Then he carried her on his back, looked up and smiled at Nolan: "Let's go!" Well, I don't know the way."
Hao Ren's face was still stained with blood, and this smile looked very strange—at least in Nolan's eyes, it was extremely weird. She had seen many kinds of hysterical expressions on the battlefield. Human beings who have lost their loved ones may be angry, crazy, or desperate, but no one has ever looked like the guy in front of her. His face is covered with blood, but his smile is as calm as ordinary people. She feels that there is madness hidden in this smile.
But in fact, Hao Ren really just wanted to laugh...
The mercenary next to him wearing a fully enclosed helmet couldn't help but speak. His name was Ulanov: "You want to take her away?"
"Yes," Hao Ren nodded of course. "It was hard to find this guy."
"I understand your feelings, but find a place to bury her," Nolan said calmly. "She's dead, can't you see?"
Hao Ren was taken aback. Only then did he know that there was a big misunderstanding, but he couldn't explain the situation at all, so he could only smile dryly: "Then what... I have to take this guy with me for a special reason. And to be honest, it's not dead yet. Believe it or not I'm now Are you talking to it?"
It’s okay if you don’t say this sentence, but when you say it, the eyes of the people around you are more complicated. A few mercenaries who are used to seeing life and death can’t help but turn their heads away. Everyone has one thought in their hearts: This man must be because of pain. The lost lover has gone crazy...
Ulanov couldn't tell his expression was wearing a helmet, but he patted Hao Ren's shoulder and said in a low voice, "You have to accept the reality. Otherwise, you won't last long."
Hao Ren thought for a long time, but couldn't think of a good reason to explain his motive. In the end, I could only express my determination with a sullen face: "No matter what you say, I have to take it away. Don't worry, I will be responsible for carrying this guy on my back, and I will definitely not hold back."
The mercenaries looked over with sympathetic and sad eyes. Hao Ren felt his scalp go numb, and his brain was filled with a bowl of ravioli. Throw it into the role of the tragic hero, and the match is actually you, the brick!"
The data terminal can't see the surroundings, but it can know the current situation from Hao Ren's mental connection. The voice of this guy is still flat: "You want to open it up, maybe this is not the worst?"
"Then what do you think could be worse!?"
"Maybe you'll be treated as a necrophilia by the way..."
Hao Ren was heartbroken, and wanted to throw the thing on his back out—just like when throwing a brick, but he was afraid that such an impulse would cause a bigger misunderstanding, so he could only grit his teeth and say ruthlessly in his head: "From now on, you can be mean, but every word you say will be settled when you return to the watch world!"
The data terminal finally quieted down, but the silence in his mind only made Hao Ren feel comfortable for less than half a second, because the circle of mercenaries standing beside him didn't know why this man had to carry a female corpse on his back: According to the normal logic, there is almost nothing to think about besides the 200,000-word love tragedy behind this.
Oh, of course it can also be interpreted as necrophilia...
The unusually tall mercenary (named Karl) had a somewhat dissatisfied look on his face. Obviously he didn't think it was a smart decision for Hao Ren to take such a burden on the road, but Nolan waved to the soldiers: "Forget it." , let him take it."
Carl frowned: "If you meet wanderers or rangers..."
Nolan glanced at Hao Ren, turned and walked away: "The pick-up car is coming soon, just don't fight until then. The two newcomers who joined the team yesterday, go and check if there is anything worth taking back. The others will follow me." ,ready to go."
The mercenaries agreed in bits and pieces, and the two young men ran to the soldiers who died in battle to get some intact equipment back. Those equipment displayed user error prompt characters, but Ulanov After taking it, I fiddled with it a few times: "Go back and ask the professor to reset it and it will be ready to use. It's a thing for natural people. It's not difficult."
It seems that although these weapons have the function of identification, they still can't stop outsiders from stealing them: mercenaries who wander around the battlefield all day are good at this.
Hao Ren followed the mercenaries with the data terminal that had turned into a girl's corpse on his back (do you think this statement is strange?), and embarked on a journey across the war-torn city. Now he mainly wants to understand the status quo of this planet and whether there are signs of the eldest son or other guardian activities here, so he listened intently to the conversations of the mercenaries on the way, trying to piece together some worldviews from the other party's words, and at the same time It also prevents myself from rashly taking the initiative to expose more suspicious places.
But his appearance of listening intently and silently can be interpreted as a lot of messy content in the eyes of others—especially when he is carrying a tragic death of a blond girl on his back. Ulanov deliberately walked beside Hao Ren. This mercenary, who has not shown his true face until now, seems to be the most enthusiastic one in the seven-member army. He started the conversation seemingly casually: "You two How did you meet?"
Hao Ren was discussing with the data terminal in his mind why the latter turned into a corpse, when he heard Ulanov's words, he subconsciously replied, "It was sent at work."
Ulanov's whole body froze, and then he sighed unnaturally: "Sure enough, you are from the area ruled by the ultra-conservative naturalists... I didn't expect that the persecution of the second-generation evolutionaries there would be so severe. "
Then he took a look at the girl's corpse on Hao Ren's back: "But you managed to get this far for her... It seems that there are no absolutes in this world."
Hao Ren couldn't imagine how many things this person in front of him had made up in his head, but he didn't know how to explain the current situation reasonably, so he simply let the other party continue to misunderstand and drag him down, and he spared no effort to explain.
Hao Ren's silence caused Ulanov to misunderstand even more. The mercenary with a low voice smiled hoarsely, "It's not easy for anyone in this world, isn't it? It seems that you finally can't stay in your hometown. It’s a pity that the unstoppable zone is more dangerous than you imagined. Although life is difficult in the city of extreme factions, as long as you obey, you can still survive, but here, accidents... "
Out of the corner of Ulanov's eye, he saw a strand of blood-stained blond hair resting on Hao Ren's shoulder. He immediately stopped talking, "Sorry, I said something unnecessary."
Hao Ren: "..."
For the first time in his life, he had a real scandal.
The object is a brick.
I have the heart to want to die. (to be continued~^~)