The sound of the wind swept across the roof with a whimper, and the footsteps of groups of zombies were accompanied by roars, which sounded from the interior of the empty and dark building.
Sinan's wrists were tightly twisted behind Zhou Rong's back. He raised his chin and stared at Yan Hao condescendingly. For a long time, he asked, "How much is your life worth?"
The bleak moonlight leaked from the dark clouds, reflecting Yan Hao's pale complexion.
"Sinan, calm down, you listen to me." Zhou Rong's voice in Sinan's ear was rather rapid, while pulling him back, he tried his best to comfort him in a low voice: "It's my idea, it has nothing to do with Yan Hao. Brother Rong must not have been infected, ah, obedient, obedient Si Xiaonan... Sinan!"
The end tone suddenly changed, Zhou Rong only felt that a force was attacking from in front of him, that was Sinan - he actually broke free of his wrist, twisted his body in an indescribable gesture, and swept Zhou Rong's legs with a thunderous swipe. go out!
That skill was too fast, Zhou Rong got up quickly, but he could only lose step by step under Sinan's aggressive melee attack. Yan Hao took advantage of the gap to get up and back off, but before he could take two steps back, he saw that Sinan grabbed Zhou Rong's arm and threw him off his shoulders to the ground like a whirlwind.
In the blink of an eye, he swept in front of Yan Hao, stepped on his chest, and took advantage of his strength to fly up. Yan Hao could only feel the strong wind blowing towards his face. The battle-hardened special forces didn't even have time to react. He was hit on the side of the skull by a deep and ruthless mid-air backspin kick, and he fell out with blood on the spot!
The change came too quickly. Sinan had never really dealt with these special forces, but at this moment, he was like a wild cheetah who finally couldn't restrain his ferocity, and dealt with them in less than five seconds.
Ning Yu only had time to open the helicopter door, and shouted loudly in the sound of hunting wind, "Wait—"
Yan Hao felt his lumbar spine sink. In the violent dizziness, he realized that he was pressed against the hard concrete floor by Sinan's knee, and then his fingers that were clutching the antibody were pulled apart one by one.
"Sinan, don't do this..." Yan Hao said bitterly, "Sinan..."
Sinan turned a deaf ear, panting hoarse and bloody. Just when he was about to break Yan Hao's last finger abruptly, his throat suddenly tightened.
Zhou Rong staggered from behind, his elbows tightly wrapped around Sinan's neck, he dragged him away from Yan Hao with almost all his strength, dragged him out several meters, and hugged him tightly in his arms.
"Look at me, Sinan, look at me." Zhou Rong squeezed him into the corner and pressed his whole body on top of him. With this desperate gesture, he blocked all the exits of Sinan's struggles, and forcibly pulled his chin. He looked into his eyes: "I'm your brother Rong, have you seen it? How can you bear to do something to Brother Rong? Ah?"
Sinan's short hair was soaked with sweat, his slender black eyebrows were twisted together, and his face was surprisingly white in comparison. Zhou Rong hugged Sinan's head with trembling hands, forcing him not to break free, but to face his eyes: "It's alright, don't cry, it's alright... Obedient Si Xiaonan, you asked Brother Rong to take that injection, in case the antibody will be here. What if it's gone? What face does Brother Rong have to survive?"
Sinan said word by word: "You made an appointment, you..."
Zhou Rong said, "Yes, it's my idea, it's none of Yan Hao's business. Calm down and listen to me... Simon!"
Zhou Rong pressed back Sinan, who was struggling again: "Listen to me! Only one of the ten antibodies can survive. Do you want to bet the hope of all mankind on this one-tenth chance? Ah? What if you lose the bet?!"
Sinan loosened Zhou Rong's neckline a little bit, and his palms were soaked with the black blood gurgling out.
The blood was cold, but it burned his fingers sharply.
"What if... what if I win the bet?" Zhou Rong trembled and asked, "How do you let me live, how do you face yourself? You might as well kill me and be happy, right?"
On the other side, Ning Yu strode forward, the collar and hem of the white coat swayed violently in the strong wind, knelt on the ground and opened his medicine box.
Sinan leaned against the corner of the wall, his hands deep into his hair, and the infected black blood rubbed against the corners of his eyes and brows, and was wiped away by Zhou Rong's hand.
"I'm begging you, okay? Sinan? Listen." Zhou Rong pulled his hand away, lifted the hem of his T-shirt to wipe the blood on his palm, and said hoarsely, "You have to live, I beg you to live. You are still young, and you have not seen anything better than Brother Rong. In the future, you will meet someone who will truly accompany you for the rest of your life... Let's be sad for a while, and forget about it after a while? Rong? Brother will always love you."
"Love you forever," Zhou Rong murmured, his hard cheeks were warm and damp, he didn't know he would cry.
That is actually regret.
Will Sinan be sad for a while and then forget
Won't.
He knew that if he hadn't marked Sinan, if Sinan was still an Omega who came and went freely, then he might have been sad for a while, maybe a few months, maybe a year or two, and one day the sadness would fade from his heart with time, Like the shadows fading in the rising sun.
However, everything changed after the marking. The connection established both psychologically and physiologically is difficult to break automatically with death. He can die, but Sinan will walk for a long time in the long and lonely time. Even if the influence of the pheromone is surgically removed, the deeper imprint on the soul will never disappear.
This cruel cognition made Zhou Rong more fearful and regretful than death.
The heart, liver, and lungs were all pierced by the sharp blade, and the blade was twisted into the weakest flesh of the heart, so that the internal organs rotted into a pool of blood.
Simon is innocent.
He was completely seduced by himself, ignorantly walked into a fatal trap, and dedicated his extremely precious love that everyone wanted to someone who was not worthy at all.
Zhou Rong has never felt his selfishness and despicableness as clearly as this moment. If he could turn back time, he would definitely go back to the New Year's Eve when the heavy snow closed the mountains, grabbed himself who had induced Sinan to be in estrus in every possible way, and put him in a rut. Push out the door to get killed in the snow.
But now it's too late.
Every time Zhou Rong took a breath, there was a hoarse and fishy heat. He forcibly buckled Sinan's head on his chest, turning his head and constantly motioning for Yan Hao to go first.
With tears in his eyes, Yan Hao stared at Sinan for a moment, his eyes very sad and desperate. Then he turned his attention to Zhou Rong again, as if saying his final farewell, and slowly stepped back towards the iron gate on the rooftop.
But just as he was about to retreat to the door, Ning Yu suddenly stood up and staggered towards Zhou Rong in the gust of wind: "Wait!"
Zhou Rong was distracted, and the grip on the back of Sinan's neck loosened. Sinan raised his eyes and caught sight of Yan Hao who was about to withdraw, and a new round of struggle broke out immediately. Zhou Rong immediately hugged him tightly, shouting and asking Ning Yu, "What do you want to do?!"
"This!" Ning Yu knelt down on one knee in front of Zhou Rong, pointed to the pale yellow glass bottle in her hand, and pointed to Si Nan, trying her best to roar in the roar of the helicopter engine to hear the voice: "Sera!"
Zhou Rong was taken aback.
"I took Sinan's 800CC blood. Before I left, I only had time to isolate this serum. I was going to do an experiment for Chen Yajing. It was taken away by you before the injection. The serum may temporarily resist the toxicity. Would you fight?"
Zhou Rong stared at the bottle of pale yellow liquid in front of him, and then suddenly remembered the reason why Chen Yajing came to the underground laboratory alone when the zombies were besieged - to test the anti-toxicity of the serum at the last minute.
Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly heard Sinan angrily say, "No!"
"Sinan?"
"The serum is lethal." Sinan said hoarsely, "Ning Yu only tested it once, and within a few minutes after the injection... that person died suddenly..."
The glimmer of hope that had just risen was icy in the blink of an eye, and Zhou Rong couldn't say anything for a moment.
Ning Yu said coldly: "Yes, or you can try the antibody that you don't know has expired. You should have found it from the military laboratory, right? In the early days of the virus outbreak, the medical community had carried out research. The cure rate of antibodies is not one-tenth, but between 1% and 3%." He turned to look at Yan Hao and asked, "Have you ever had antibodies?"
Yan Hao was at a loss and nodded.
Ning Yu said, "Very good, young man, you will definitely get rich by buying lottery tickets."
Zhou Rong didn't know what kind of expression he should show, and a twisted absurdity and humor suddenly appeared in his despair.
Sinan grabbed his shoulder and wanted to stand up. With this action, Yan Hao immediately took two steps back and firmly held the handle of the iron gate on the roof - but the next second Zhou Rong suddenly pulled Sinan in. In his arms, he knocked on the back of Sinan's neck with his slightly beard chin, like a male wolf smelling fresh flesh, greedily inhaling a big mouthful of his own Omega's breath.
As if he had gained infinite courage through this action, he kissed Sinan's hair, raised his eyes and said, "I will fight."
"What are you doing?" Sinan scolded: "You will die!"
"I'm going to die now." Zhou Rong answered him gently, rubbing his face with red eyes: "Don't you want me to hit your serum? Don't you believe that you can save Brother Rong, eh? Si Xiaonan ?"
Sinan couldn't answer him, he could only lean into the corner slumped, and inserted a hand deep into the hair on his forehead, covering half of his eyes.
Zhou Rong stood up, leaned down and kissed his thin wrist with blue veins. At that moment, their faces were so close, but their expressions were completely different; Sinan closed his eyes in pain, while Zhou Rong's deeply locked eyebrows were filled with piety.
Ning Yu raised her flashlight and looked at the wound on the back of Zhou Rong's neck. It was originally only a small scratch about half the length of a small fingernail. Under the action of Pandora virus, it quickly festered and infected, and now the wound surface has eroded. Ning Yu slowly pushed the air out of the syringe, gestured towards the wound, and said without raising her head, "Congratulations on becoming my ninety-sixth in vivo experimenter, Captain Zhou."
Zhou Rong laughed at himself: "Is there any special meaning?"
"No." Ning Yu said, "But ninety-six is at least an auspicious number."
Sinan sat with his back against the wall and buried his face deeply in his palms. Zhou Rong wanted to pull his fingers, but as soon as he raised his arm, there was a sudden tingling in the back of his already numb neck, which caught him off guard with an "ah" sound.
"The wound is too big and it will hurt a lot." Ning Yu mocked behind him, "But you should thank me for separating a lot of serum, enough for immersion injection."
Zhou Rong had never experienced such a painful injection in his life. He only felt that the fire was burning against his nerves, and even his voice changed: "A lot of serum... Could it help... anti-virus..."
"It's possible," Ning Yu said. "In case of sudden death, it will be faster and less painful."
Zhou Rong smiled bitterly. It took several minutes for the injection to end, and he let out a long sigh.
"Don't cry, Si Xiaonan, it seems that Brother Rong has really combined with you this time..." Zhou Rongqiang was joking, leaning over to hook Simon's little finger as if to please him. I can't send it out, the next second I just hear a heavy-bang!
After several long seconds, his dull nerves realized: Oh, I fell.
Ning Yu and Yan Hao both rushed over, but they were blocked by Sinan. In the dimness, he saw that Yan Hao might have been grabbed by the neckline and punched by Sinan. He wanted to stop, but he didn't even have the strength to speak. He saw Sinan half-kneeling by his side, wrapping one of his arms around his shoulders, and then half-supporting and half-carrying.
Yan Hao's eyes were red, and he took a half step forward while touching the corner of his bleeding mouth, but stopped again.
Zhou Rong's weight was still too difficult for Sinan. He walked staggeringly, but without looking up at anyone, he swayed and carried Zhou Rong to the lee of the rooftop, and sat down in the corner, leaning against each other.
"Don't move, you're cold..." Zhou Rong said vaguely.
But Sinan still took off his jacket, insisted on wrapping it on Zhou Rong's shoulders, and tightly held Zhou Rong's once very warm and powerful hands.
"You can't go," Sinan raised his hand to his lips and said hoarsely, "I came back for you, you can't go."
The powerful serum and virus carried out a silent and tragic life-and-death struggle in the body. The decay continued to develop and reverse in the depths of the muscles. The battle situation changed rapidly, and every nerve seemed to burn in a hell of severe pain. Zhou Rong moved his lips weakly, and after a while he made a difficult voice: "What?"
"—I haven't asked your name yet, Brother Rong." Sinan whispered, "As long as it's called Brother Rong, come and save me no matter where you are, isn't that what you said?"
Zhou Rong's mind was dazed and his vision was sluggish. The deep night in the jungle many years ago overlapped with this moment. Sinan's figure returned to his boyhood strangely, and smiled at him in the bonfire, with a strange and cunning expression in his eyes. light spot.
"I haven't asked what your name is, so let me remember it."
"My surname is Zhou..."
"Rong of soldiers and horses, how about you?"
Eleven years ago, the sun shines through the trees, casting thousands of colorful halos on the grass.
Sweat boiled down, the cicadas chirped deafeningly, and the young special soldier was tied to a tree trunk and yelled angrily, until the boy whose face could not be seen in front of him stood on tiptoe and printed a soft kiss on his chin.
"Zhong," the boy said with a smile.
"… "
"I won't say my name. If I can meet again, I will tell you."
The face that was once impressive, but gradually blurred with the passage of eleven years of wind and sand, finally became clear again in front of Zhou Rong's eyes. The clear and beautiful pupils were like precious amber, and a smile appeared across time and space.
"Noah," Sinan shrunk his cold lips against Zhou Rong's fingers, and said in a low voice, "I used to be called Noah."
"I didn't lie to you on purpose, Zhou Rong, you were handsome back then."
"I've liked you a little bit since that year."
·
Ten minutes after the serum injection, Zhou Rong lost consciousness and immediately entered a deep coma.
Ning Yu closely observed his situation with a flashlight. Zhou Rong was lying on the ground, his upper body leaning on Sinan's arms, his eyes were dark and his breathing was weak and intermittent. He was almost dehydrated due to the constant sweating, and his sexy and handsome face became gray and haggard, and black blood spots continued to appear around the festering wound on the back of his neck.
Under the irradiation of the flashlight, the virus made those blood spots float up from the skin, and the power of the serum made them disappear one after another, and the surface of the wound showed a very unstable condition.
Ning Yu stood up, only to hear Yan Hao ask softly behind him, "How is it?"
Ning Yu didn't want to touch Sinan's bad head. He could see that this beautiful individual combat expert really was more than enough to hang everyone with one hand, so he took two steps back before shaking his head and said, "It's not very good."
Yan Hao's already pale face turned even paler, and it could be called a bluish look.
Ning Yu asked, "What did Zhou Rong say to you in the stairwell just now?"
Yan Hao didn't answer, Ning Yu's eyes flashed with a slightly teasing look: "Could it be that he is looking for you to ask the orphan, entrust his Omega to you, and use the means of pheromone attraction to ensure that you can bring people back to the army safely. Fang base?"
He didn't wait for an answer right away, but when he looked back, he saw Yan Hao's brows furrowed, his usual gentle appearance turned out to be uncharacteristically stern and solemn, and said, "Dr. Ning, if you say this again, I can't help it. I'll beat you up."
Ning Yu laughed, completely indifferent: "Then what did you say?"
Yan Hao stared at the back not far away, Sinan hugged Zhou Rong, his chin rested on Zhou Rong's head, the tips of his jet-black hair covered his neck, and his back showed a smooth, beautiful and powerful arc.
Yan Hao looked away for a while: "When we left the 118th Brigade to go to City T, we accepted a secret mission. There is a military person who defected from country A and is going to our country with important resources. We must successfully deal with him. And escort him back to the B military area."
"The age, appearance, and occupation of the mission target are unknown. We were told that he is an Omega and has learned all the information about us. We will take the initiative to contact us when we arrive at the destination. Therefore, we can only passively wait in City T for two weeks. After that, we just waited for the news that the target plane of the mission crashed and may have lost their lives. Before we could start the search and rescue along the route, the zombie virus broke out in an all-round way.”
Ning Yu asked, "So you didn't finish this task in the end?"
"No." Yan Hao said, "but the captain told me in the corridor just now that he began to suspect that we might have found this person."
Ning Yu raised her eyebrows, only to hear Yan Hao Fang's soft voice: "We met Sinan in City T. He rescued us, never mentioning his previous experience, and took the survivors thousands of miles south, and was also killed by A on the way. Romuel of the Chinese military and others hunted down. The captain said that if his serum has anti-toxicity, then he is likely to be the task object of the 118th Brigade who was responsible for receiving and protecting it."
"And the so-called 'carrying important resources' has also been explained - he doesn't need to carry anything, he himself is the most important resource, just don't know why he defected from country A."
The headlights of the helicopter shot through the gust of wind into the night, Ning Yu turned her head slowly, with a subtle mockery in her tone: "So, what are you going to do if Zhou Rong is going to leave after his death?"
Yan Hao was silent for a moment, then staggered to sit on the ground, the fist holding the test tube pressed against his mouth, and there was a dark sadness that could not be concealed under his long eyelashes.
"...I don't know." He said after a long time, "but I will do everything possible to escort the captain's body back to the military base. I hope... I hope that Sinan can see the last point and come with us."
Sinan's voice suddenly sounded in front: "Zhou Rong!"
The two of them raised their heads at the same time, Ning Yu rushed over and saw Zhou Rong's breathing was rapid and short, his closed eyelids trembled sharply, his body twitched and tensed, and the wound on the back of his neck was torn alive in the struggle. Ning Yu took a flashlight. According to the photo, the outflow is actually a large amount of purple blood!
Sinan pressed Zhou Rong's pulse with two fingers, and said sternly, "Where's the serum?! Give him another tube, hurry up!"
"...No," Ning Yu shook her head and gasped, "No, it's all over."
"He's going to lose too much blood!"
"Now this situation can only be left to fate..."
Sinan blurted out a curse, knelt down on Zhou Rong's side with his knees and half-kneeled, and hammered his chest several times.
"Zhou Rong! Wake up!" He shouted hoarsely, "Zhou Rong!"
With a muffled bang, Zhou Rong's body bounced violently, and several arrows of blood spurted out from the back of his neck like a ruptured artery!
Ning Yu: "Team Zhou?!"
Yan Hao: "Captain!!"
Sinan's pupils tightened suddenly, and amid the uncontrollable exclamations of the other two, he saw the bloody arrow splash on the ground, and bright red traces slowly appeared in the purple and black.
…
"team leader!"
"team leader!"
A voice came through the afternoon breeze and shouted in the distance, "Captain, come here!"
Zhou Rong's head was dizzy, and the objects in front of his eyes were suddenly near and far, like a vortex formed by colors. I don't know how long it took him to slowly open his eyes. In front of him was a playground full of sunshine and dust, and teams of army greens were like poplars rising from the ground.
Suddenly, without knowing what happened, the soldiers exploded.
"Oh shit!"
"stop!"
He ran subconsciously in the dream, squeezed past the angry crowd, and stopped at the side of the training ground. There was a man lying in the center of the open space. Zhou Rong recognized that it was Director Liu of their 118th brigade. His face was covered in blood, he was unconscious, and his sternum had obviously collapsed into it.
"mean!"
"Such a heavy hand!"
"What's the use of fighting fiercely, the exercise is not a 19-to-8 battle loss ratio!"
…
A young man's fingertips hovered in front of Mr. Liu's throat, turned his back to them, and stood up slowly.
He has short jet-black hair, wears a gray-white snow field uniform, and wears a metallic white eagle insignia on his left arm. The fighting did not have any effect on his neat appearance, and the scolding around him seemed to not reach his ears at all.
Zhou Rong inexplicably felt that the back was a little familiar, but the dream was too noisy and chaotic, and he stopped in a trance.
"It's him!" Someone said angrily.
"Instructor Baiying, this pervert!"
The young man turned his head slightly as if he noticed something.
He wore aviator sunglasses, his black hair stood up on his forehead, and straight and slanted eyebrows appeared on the edge of the frame. Although he represents the military of country A, the Asian features of his height and hair color are very obvious, and the handsome outline of the lower half of his face is deeper than that of Asians.
Across the crowd, his eyes happened to meet Zhou Rong.
The young white eagle instructor didn't seem to recognize it, but a few seconds later, a subtle uplift appeared on his brow, as if there was a little secret accident. In the dream, Zhou Rong stood blankly on the spot, only to see the corner of his lips curled in the opposite direction.
It was a pair of very light-colored, thinly pursed lips that looked very cold and unsympathetic at first glance.
There was a fire burning in the back of his mind, and his limbs were in great pain, making his mind confused like a boiled mud soup. In the chaotic pain, Zhou Rong recalled what happened next—the White Eagle instructor stepped over the guidance of Mr. Liu, who had four broken ribs, walked through the crowd, and walked into the distance as if nothing had happened.
However, the development in the dream is completely opposite to the reality.
He watched the other side turn around and walk step by step.
Consciousness sank in the deep sea, and the clamor and scolding quickly disappeared above the water. The surroundings became very quiet. Instructor Bai Ying walked to Zhou Rong, took off his sunglasses, and reached out to him.
- All the action is like a year after this scene happened, that same afternoon, in the pharmacy in T City.
The young man who had just rescued them on the street took off his motorcycle helmet, frowned his long black eyebrows, looked at Zhou Rong distrustfully for a moment, and finally reached out his hand: "My name is Sinan."
After noon in the dream, the white eagle instructor on the playground opened his mouth, and the two voices overlapped in the void, with a familiar hoarseness and laziness: "Si Nan, the south of the north and the south."
"I came back for you..."
"You must not leave."
On the rooftop of the building in the night, Zhou Rong suddenly spit out a mouthful of black blood!
Yan Hao yelled something, Ning Yu rushed up, the wind from the helicopter made all the shouts shattered. Zhou Rong turned over in a strong convulsion and gassing, propped himself on the ground with one elbow, and coughed out several mouthfuls of blood.
"Cough cough... cough cough! cough cough—"
Sinan reached out and touched it, looked up and said, "It's red."
Ning Yu snapped on the flashlight, only to see Si Nan's finger in the light, and the blood that Zhou Rong coughed up at the end was completely black and purple, showing a complete bright red!
"...Sinan..." Zhou Rong said exhaustedly, "I..."
Sinan supported him with one hand and observed carefully. Under the flashlight, the festering wound on Zhou Rong's neck was completely covered with bright red new flesh, which gradually healed into a thin scab.
"I..." Zhou Rong broke free from Sinan's supporting hand, opened his arms, and hugged him tightly: "Brother Rong doesn't leave...don't leave me..."
He couldn't focus his eyes and muttered, "Don't leave me, Brother Rong won't leave."