Lang Hua was deep in thought when a scream suddenly sounded in the living room.
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"
The early morning sunlight penetrates the curtains and scatters into the living room of Yang's apartment, enough for people to see all the details inside.
The piles of dead bodies were piled up with gray skin. The semi-condensed dark red blood looked like sticky paint that had been spilled. Finally, there were two nurse girls paralyzed on the ground.
The one who screamed at a disturbingly high decibel was one of them, Wang Yan. As for Xiaomeng, he is not any better than her. It's just that she was frightened to the extreme, and she could only open her mouth wide, but couldn't make any sound.
Lang Hua rushed out. He didn't see the unexpected emergency, but what he saw was the scene in front of him.
He couldn't help but frown and glared at Wang Yan. The warning between his brows and eyes was full of meaning.
This glare had a miraculous effect, and Wang Yan immediately shut up. But she was trembling even more violently than before.
Yang Xiaoxiao also looked surprised at this time - she had never seen Lang Hua show such an impatient expression.
Although Yang Qinghua and Duan Qing huddled tightly behind Yang Bensheng.
However, compared to the nurses who screamed uncontrollably, their eyes were no less frightened than others, but they still stood firm.
Duan Qing even reached out to cover her brother's eyes consciously.
Duan Qing's younger brother is the dark and skinny little boy in front of him.
Even though his face looked pale due to illness and hunger, his eyes were rolling between Duan Qing's fingers, staring at the messy living room.
Do they perform better than adults?
Are newborn calves not afraid of tigers? Still a natural character...
Or it should be a material that can be made.
Coupled with yesterday's "warehouse incident", this pair of siblings made Lang Huagao watch a lot. He also looked at the little boy twice.
The events that followed made people feel irritated. Lang Hua resisted the urge to slam the door and sighed.
"Uncle Yang, please take someone into the second bedroom. As for the reason, Xiaoxiao will be responsible for explaining it clearly to you."
He paused and added: "I...I'm just thinking about something outside, so you don't have to worry about it."
The group of people had to enter the room one after another. Even the two nurses, Wang Yan and Xiao Meng, followed Yang Bensheng step by step.
The bloody smell outside was too strong for them to stay for a long time after being frightened.
The door squeaked loudly, and Lang Hua was the only one left in the empty apartment.
Lang Hua strolled in the living room, stepping over the corpses expressionlessly.
The gray-white wounds and flesh were rolled up, and the dead body's eyes were wide open, its expression frozen at the moment before death.
A pair of combat boots stepped on the blood on the beach, and then lifted up again. The semi-coagulated plasma sticks to the soles of the shoes and is carried into the air, creating a brushed visual effect.
He opened the doors one after another and stared at each room.
The eyes see a lot, and the mind thinks a lot.
The end of the world is breaking out and the world is dangerous. Once they go out from here to the secret base, they may never come back.
In a city where corpses are raging after a disaster, there are no conditions for a team of survivors to travel safely.
Lang Hua stopped in front of the master bedroom door, which had been occupied by Madam and his wife during the week.
The wardrobe in the room that was chopped up and used for firewood was said to be the dowry brought by Aunt Ping when she got married twenty years ago.
And the cash and jewelry that were randomly torn and thrown around seemed to represent the kind of carnival that these uninvited guests who broke into the house got into that night.
Those few pieces of jewelry were not many. I heard that they were wedding anniversary gifts that Uncle Yang bought for Aunt Ping in the early years. Aunt Ping used the excuse that she was afraid of losing it, so she cherished it very much and never wore it out a few times.
As for the banknotes that were once bundled neatly but were now like shredded paper, they were the "gifts" that the couple called them.
"Leave it to future Xiaohua as a gift for marrying a wife" - that's what they once said.
Even if he is just an adopted son, he is just an adopted son who does not want to change his surname or call his father and mother.
Although from the day he was accepted as an adopted son by the Yang family, Lang Hua made up his mind to be a passerby.
Although these things in Lang Hua's eyes, in the eyes of these "dove-occupying magpie's nests", are just useless waste paper and decorations in the post-apocalyptic world.
But they clearly have a more profound meaning.
For Captain Lang Hua, for young Lang Hua.
This is an unprecedented two years, a kind of kindness and care that I have not experienced in a long time...
Family, expectation, tenderness, trust...
In the past two years, Lang Hua has been almost addicted to these things and unable to extricate himself.
But in the quiet moments, in a small corner of the bed, in a dark room with no light, he still realized that something was coming, and it was still inevitable.
He was afraid of the blood he might experience again, and the loss he might experience all over again.
At one point that night, he even thought about dying.
This should be extremely ridiculous for a lucky person who is miraculously reborn, because no one would choose to end their life immediately after being reborn.
Just like after using "Second Life" to fill up the health bar in the game, someone's head convulsed and they immediately died by jumping off a cliff.
But we all know clearly - this is not a game.
Because the world is complex and ever-changing, because reality is complex and unpredictable.
There is only one chance to "buy it and leave it".
Perhaps for a "gambler" who has already lost once, the pressure he faces is unprecedented.
Even if you have all your wealth at this time, it will always seem to be stretched thin.
…
Then, the next moment he was delusional about committing suicide, he put this ridiculous idea behind him and fell asleep.
It was past midnight, the morning light was faint, and the sky was about to break.
Section 2
The previous life and the present only lasted for thirty years, but Lang Hua actually spent half of his time in this apocalypse.
He knew that he would never be able to distance himself from this apocalypse.
In other words, everyone in the world, all races, and all life on this earth, from the moment the black mist erupts on "Advent", are inextricably linked to this apocalypse.
Because this has happened a long time ago, because this is a scene that has slowly begun.
The wave of the apocalypse has begun, with ups and downs and a struggle.
I don’t know how many people are lucky enough to see the final day.
As for the rest, they were all reduced to ashes.
…
Having experienced so much, Lang Hua sometimes couldn't see clearly.
Just because you've experienced it hundreds of times doesn't mean you're used to it.
During those years when Lang Hua watched people around him die one after another, many things happened, but he only remembered one person and one thing.
Da Zhuang is a member of the third battalion of the 215th Regiment in the early days of the apocalypse. He is as tall and strong as his name, but has an extremely honest and honest personality.
Although he is nearly two meters tall, he usually likes to hunch over. The whole person looks like a curled up prawn...
But fortunately, things are different in the army. Friendships on the battlefield of life and death are valuable, and there are no sour things like other places.
The atmosphere between Da Zhuang and his comrades has always been harmonious. Not only did people not laugh at him, they even gave him good advice many times, reminding him to pay attention to his posture and self-confidence.
But every time Da Zhuang would smile silly, shake his head and say: You can't change it if you get used to it.
Lang Hua, who was three years old at the end of the world, had only been with the 215th Regiment for two years. He was awarded the rank of second lieutenant after graduating from the officer training camp.
In the past six months, he had led his reconnaissance team to show off and repeatedly invaded dangerous places. Although he had won many honors and awards, he was still far from being favored by the division headquarters.
At that time, there were still eight months left before Lang Hua was named a combat hero by the division headquarters.
To be called a fighting hero, it would be better to call him a bloodthirsty fighting madman with red eyes.
Also in a battle after that year, Li Yishan patted him on the shoulder in the company trench and said to him: "Hua Zi, don't rush too hard on the front line. Heroes never live long."
From the steady and steady reconnaissance captain to the combat lunatic who risked his life.
Where is the blame for this shift?
Lang Hua couldn't deny that this was also related to Da Zhuang's experience...
At that time, Da Zhuang was an auxiliary soldier in Lang Hua's team. He was mainly responsible for fire support and heavy baggage. He was good at using small machine guns and grenade launchers.
In the autumn of the third year of the apocalypse, Lang Hua's team was ordered by the regiment headquarters to annihilate and destroy a certain branch of the cult organization "Black Blood Altar". With the support of accurate intelligence, they quickly and smoothly entered the interior and killed all the cult rebels who could afford weapons with zero casualties.
Only before retreating, Da Zhuang discovered a little girl in the corridor.
The little girl looked harmless, but she didn't look like a captured survivor. She was clearly someone from the "Black Blood Altar".
Da Zhuang begged Lang Hua to let the girl go.
But at the next moment, a knife penetrated his back and came out from his chest and ribs.
"After I die as a martyr, I will go to heaven and gain eternal life."
Lang Hua can no longer remember what the girl said at that time, it was probably something like this.
Anyway, the members of the team were all red-eyed.
Da Zhuang heard the sound of the pull ring falling to the ground, turned around and saw the grenade in the girl's arms. His first subconscious reaction was to block the entire corridor resolutely.
That was the first and only time that the comrades saw Da Zhuang standing up straight.
The astonishing amount of food gave him a height of nearly two meters, and the arms trained by the army were strong and broad... In an instant, the entire corridor was tightly packed.
Then the next second there was a deafening sound, splashing warm blood and minced meat, and the buzzing of the mind immediately after...
The last words of Da Zhuang that Lang Hua could remember were not "Leave me alone, run" as in some movie or TV series, but a heart-wrenching "Captain!"
That was the last tacit understanding between him and Da Zhuang——
At the critical moment, Lang Hua threw the remaining members of the team to the ground to avoid more casualties.
How did Da Zhuang intercede for this little devil before this?
"Captain, the child is innocent. Let this little girl go."
"Kid, don't be afraid, we are all good people and will not hurt you."
Let her go?
But if you don’t hurt others, won’t others hurt you?
Only then did Lang Hua know why good people don't live long.
Because in the last days, besides the prey, there are the hunters. You can choose not to kill others, but you can't stop others from coming to take your life all the time.
Therefore, Lang Hua changed his previous steady style and went out to fight alone, killing many people on the battlefield, during missions, and many times in the enemy's base camp.
He doesn't want his life, he wants the lives of others.
Because he was more ruthless to himself than his enemies, and often suffered serious injuries in exchange for his life, people in the opposite camp called Lang Hua a "crazy wolf".
Da Zhuang's words were a thorn in Lang Hua's heart for many years.
innocent? Pitiful?
It's so stupid to plead for the enemy...
Why should his soldiers die?
Just because of kindness? Just because of generosity and benevolence?
What kind of reasoning is this?
If he could refute Da Zhuang's ridiculous reason at the first opportunity.
Maybe Da Zhuang won't die.
Lang Hua was too young at that time and could not bear the weight of a living life.
Afterwards, the division headquarters determined that as the captain, he did not bear any responsibility in the accident.
However, Lang Hua still insisted on resigning from his position and became a "hunter" who broke away from the collective organization, walking independently on the battlefield to complete assassination missions.
Until the eve of the "first major counterattack" in the last eight years, Lang Hua never led troops again.
