Lu Ming was suddenly stunned for a moment.
He looked at An Yu in disbelief, "How valuable it is to be able to stick to art in this world. Isn't losing your legs equivalent to killing your dream?"
An Yu said "Ah", "It's very pitiful... but can dreams be compared with living?"
Lu Ming was shocked, "Can living be compared with dreams?"
An Yu was frightened by him and said nothing. He paused for a moment and then said, "Okay. Go get the metronome and try again."
In just a moment, all the people on the fourth floor were dead, and there were no more screams outside. The whole hospital became a huge morgue, with pus, blood and minced meat all over the place.
An Yu carefully waded through the dirt. When he went out, he stayed far away from Lumen and whispered: "Sir, I still think life is more important."
A helpless chuckle came from the private channel. Qin Zhilu seemed to have endured it for a long time, shook his head and sighed: "I knew it."
An Yu was soaked in the rain, his voice was low but revealed his determination, "Nothing is more important than survival."
He paused and asked, "What is the most important thing to you?"
"Guard the order." Qin Zhilu answered without hesitation and asked him again, "Are you just simply eager to survive? Or is there something you want to do?"
An Yu thought for a long time.
No one has ever asked him this question. If Ling Qiu answered it for him, he would definitely answer "simply desire to survive". It seemed that this was indeed the case.
But when the officer asked him this, he didn't want to give a hasty answer.
After a long while, he said softly: "There aren't many things I want to do. I open a bakery because bread is a necessity for survival, and so is making money. In fact, I don't want to touch most things if they have nothing to do with survival. It's very troublesome."
Qin Zhilu said "Yeah" and typed the battle report on the screen, "I know."
"But..." An Yu then said softly: "If sir wants to protect order, I am willing to accompany you."
The keyboard typing suddenly stopped. After a long while, Qin Zhilu said: "This seems to have a little to do with your survival, but not much. Even if you don't do this, I will keep my promise and ensure your safety in the main city."
An Yu licked the corner of his lower lip, "Yeah. It's like you used your life and spirit to protect me in the orphanage. It seems to have a little to do with your original intention of protecting order, but it doesn't have much to do with it."
An Yu waited for a while but did not receive a response from the commander. The sound of keyboard tapping sounded again on the channel, but it was much slower than before.
He listened for a while and felt that the topic should be over, but he couldn't help but add, "Of course, I will accompany you to protect order, as long as it does not hinder my survival."
There was a pause of tapping on the keyboard, and Qin Zhilu laughed and gave a low "hmm".
Within a few hours, the abnormal water ants had grown to the size of four or five fists, flying on the streets like drones. The water ants that had not grown up took off their wings and crawled on the ground. They shrank their bodies under the crack of the door and tried to squeeze themselves into the building.
A big water ant flew over and bit An Yu on his shoulder. The severe pain made An Yu dazed for a moment. When the water ant exploded, he looked at the terminal - the survival value dropped by nearly 5 points.
A large Morpho butterfly quickly covered An Yu's wound with its wings, and the numbers on the terminal slowly recovered.
"The water ants are constantly strengthening." Ning Ti'an reminded: "We can no longer let the water ants bite An Yu at will. Everyone should pay attention to dodge."
Before he finished speaking, the buzzing sound suddenly intensified, and a group of water ants flew straight towards An Yu. In an instant, Lu Ming took a step towards An Yu, faced the ant colony, opened his red lips lightly, and made a slight sound. .
To An Yu, it sounded like a soft murmur of unknown meaning, but the ant colony instantly lost its formation under the sonic attack, rolled violently in the air, and then fell to the ground one after another.
Yan raised his eyebrows in approval, "It seems that the auxiliary sound amplifier is indeed very effective."
Lumen glanced at him and sneered, "It is indeed much more useful than pure violence."
Yan was about to speak when he suddenly frowned, quickly reached out and brushed the side of Lu Ming's face, and crushed a water ant that was approaching silently.
It was a very small one, with blue eye bags, and its wings flapped without any sound or smell. It was a new aberration.
He threw the dirty things into the rain and chuckled at the astonished Lu Ming, "Newborn little leopard, don't underestimate the enemy."
Everyone walked a street in the rain and finally found an unoccupied car.
Along the way, crazy water ants hit the car glass, the terrifying eye sacs squeezed and deformed on the glass, and the fangs made a harsh sound. An collapsed and buried his head into Ning's arms, and Yan was also hit by the windshield. Obstacles harassed me and I almost overturned the car several times.
When we finally returned to the junk shop, everyone was exhausted.
The streets are still empty, and I don’t know how many people are safe and sound hiding at home.
They re-entered the shop, and the metronome was still standing quietly on the piano. An Yu looked at it for a while, and suddenly felt something was wrong.
"It's so clean," he whispered.
Before they left, the wind had blown rain all over the room. All the goods were contaminated and corroded to varying degrees, except for the metronome standing on the piano, spotless, silent and peaceful.
Lumen opened the cover and loosened the swing pin, nothing happened.
He moved the lower ruler up and down a few times, and the pendulum needle only swayed twice according to his movement, but still could not swing on its own.
Ning suddenly asked An Yu, "Is the space around this metronome normal?"
An Yu nodded slightly.
He had noticed the last time he came to the shop, and there was nothing unusual about the space of the entire junk shop.
He held the metronome in his arms, moved the vernier, and sighed: "Sir, the clue is broken."
Dr. Lao is dead, Zhongji is dead.
Although the skin plague and water ant anomaly are terrifying, they have nothing to do with time distortion, and most likely have nothing to do with super anomalies. But the existence of that super abnormal body will make the people in District 34 who suffer from the plague and abnormal tide even more miserable. If he can keep resetting time, no matter how advanced medical treatment is, he will not be able to save the people in Area 34.
There was silence in the headphones for a moment, and An Yu's recorder approached the metronome from the air and hovered directly in front of it.
Qin Zhilu stared at the other side of the screen for a long time and asked, "Has the ruler been adjusted?"
Lu Ming nodded, "I tried it."
"Have you tried all the beats?" Qin Zhilu asked immediately, "The scale is 60, have you tried it?"
Lu Ming was stunned for a moment, and An Yu suddenly raised his head.
Ta, tap, tap, tap.
The beat that Dr. Lao has been counting is one second, which is exactly 60 when converted to the metronome scale.
He twisted the spring again, put the metronome back on the horizontal surface, moved the vernier and carefully approached the scale of 60, and stopped accurately.
Let go.
After a few seconds of silence, the metronome suddenly started swinging.
One left, one right - click, click, click, click...
The sound of mechanical impact echoed in the quiet junk shop, and everyone looked at the metronome in amazement. It was the first time vehicle in Area 34 to regain its function.
The clockwork has reached the end of a circle, but the pendulum needle is still swinging quietly, pushing away the dust in the air, counting left and right in the dim room, like a tireless time chanter.
"Sir, we found it." An Yu said blankly.
He calmed down and pointed at the metronome, "There is a space hidden here."
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[Snowflakes] Jin Xuyan (4/6) Leopard Taming (2)
The process of taming was not as smooth as expected, and I experienced resistance beyond my imagination.
Sometimes I can't help but inflict excessive punishment.
Seeing those strangle marks spread across the snow-white skin is both beautiful and distressing.
But he must learn to obey.
He never understood.
I am not asking him to submit to me, but to submit to the road of life.
In this senseless world, he is the only way to survive.
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【Snowflakes】Zhaoran (2/5) Don’t try to tame me
The dark flower vines tightly bound my neck, wrists, waist, and legs... and dug into my flesh, making me feel every artery pulsing hard, and my flesh and blood was on the verge of bursting.
The black rose vines are supposed to be covered with barbs, but the ones used to torment me are smooth.
But I still hate him.
In this era of distortion, free destruction seems to be an optional path.
I don't know if this is what I want, I just know that no one has the right to force me to make a choice.
He self-righteously saved my life and forced me to get involved in this whirlpool of human resistance to disaster.
His gene entropy is extremely high, which means that the gene is more stable and has more powerful abilities.
Black Rose's ability is to make the opponent fall into despair. After despair, he surrenders.
But for some reason, he never imposed it on me.
This allowed me to temporarily avoid fighting him during the mission.
I really can't resist him,
But he will never be as docile as I am.
Chapter 65 Time Console·65
Ta, tap, tap, tap.
The impact of the pendulum needle echoed in the dim second-hand shop, and the tone gradually changed from thin and crisp to thick, until every beat seemed to have the sound of a spring.
An Yu said softly: "The space inside seems to be opening up, like a sponge that is gradually regaining its shape after being flattened."
The team immediately went into alert mode, with white and blue Morpho butterflies flying in the air, Lumen lowered his collar, and black rose vines protruded branches from Yan's cuffs.
An Yu stood calmly in the center of the crowd, staring at the swinging firing pin.
After a moment, he lowered his head and stamped his feet lightly, "Sir, does the junk shop have a basement?"
The sound of a keyboard came from the earphones, and Qin Zhilu quickly said: "Yes. The registered business area only has one floor, but the drawings approved decades ago included underground structures."
As soon as he finished speaking, the pendulum needle suddenly hit hard and stopped abruptly at the center.
The dull scratching sound of wooden machinery caused the display cabinets behind the piano to open to both sides. The back was pitch black, like a thick layer of fog, making it difficult to distinguish the depth with the naked eye.
"The space in the basement has been folded up." An Yu stared at the depth of the paint. "The medium is thin, and the space seems to have been stretched, becoming many times its previous size."
