"Come on, come on, I took three large tubes of blood, I must eat more!"
Fatty Liu brought a bowl of egg drop soup and said enthusiastically: "The test results are out. Not only is everything fine, there is no slight contamination at all! You are really lucky, little fries."
"..." Bai Shu took the bowl from the sea and smiled after a few seconds of silence, "Thank you, Brother Liu."
"You're welcome, you're welcome."
Fatty Liu looked at Baizhu who had changed into combat uniform and had his sleeves rolled up two or three times. Then he looked at his large and full cuffs. He felt more and more that this child was thin and well-behaved. He lovingly took out pork breasts and stuffed them with her.
"Quickly, eat more meat to replenish your body - by the way, little French fries, there are no villages or orphanages around here, where did you come from?"
"I don't remember, I just know that my parents who were fleeing left me and ran away." Seeing that his pockets were stuffed with snacks, Baizhu's eyes twitched, his expression remained unchanged and he casually said, "If it weren't for you, I would have died. You are a great hero."
"Hey, you're just telling the truth." Fatty Liu scratched his head in embarrassment, "I didn't expect that I would run into aliens even after I left the team. At that time, I didn't even fasten my belt and just opened fire. We two There is really ape dung, Brother Liu will protect you from now on!"
"..." Baizhu smiled obediently and looked at the convoy through the mist of egg drop soup.
Five off-road vehicles, a total of 17 people.
The team members were either eating or organizing their equipment, and were relaxed and casual. Some even smoked and chatted.
When pollution hit, humans were extremely concerned. However, five years later, humans thought they were well adapted to the disaster and could even "coexist" with it. Their awareness of the crisis was reduced, and they were unable to cope with the changes later, resulting in heavy casualties.
"Brother Liu," Bai Shu asked aloud as he didn't know much about the early policy, "Are you soldiers?"
"No, we are hunters," Fatty Liu took out his pistol and wiped it. "After the red moon is polluted, all the people become soldiers. All adults who have received training can receive firearms and hunt aliens outside the city, and then sell them to the research institute to make money. This is considered a share. High-risk, high-paying job.”
That's it... Bai Zhu nodded.
The situation was indeed good in the early stage. In the middle and later stages of the Red Moon, arms were tense. All the black market goods were plundered and donated to the front line, and the civilian armed forces were unable to seize them.
"This gun is called the Desert Eagle." Fatty Liu laughed when he noticed Bai Shu staring at the gun. "I paid a high price to get it from an old mercenary. It can kill an elephant within 200 meters with one shot. Do you want to touch it?" ?”
The Desert Eagle has strong lethality and high accuracy, but it weighs four kilograms and has strong recoil. It will not be adopted by the army. Baizhu simply scanned the drawings, and there is no production at all in the later period of Red Moon.
Something new.
"think……"
"Ahem!" The conversation was interrupted, and Baizhu stopped talking. He glanced sideways and saw a woman wearing rimless glasses and a white coat stopping at the door of the tent.
——It was the female doctor who drew blood from my three tubes and injected needles as hard as killing a pig.
Bai Shu was still frightened, and touched the needle hole in his big arm with his hand, and saw the dissatisfaction in the other person's eyes: "Fat Liu, don't let the children touch the gun."
"Oh, Sister Yun, it's just a child's curiosity." Fatty Liu retracted his hand angrily, "What a big deal."
"That won't work either. I'll have a meeting in five minutes."
"Okay," Fatty Liu nodded, and waited for the other party to leave before explaining to Bai Shu, "We will set out to hunt the 'Emperor Insect' at dark, and we will have a meeting later to discuss the plan."
"Emperor Insect?"
"Yes, it's a newly discovered alien species that hides during the day and emerges at night. It usually appears on the southwest side of the Lost Forest - it's at the peak of the bounty season right now, and it won't be worth it until more people are hunted."
Fatty Liu paused while wiping the gun, and confusion flashed across his face:
"Aliens are attracted to flesh and blood, but as long as there is only one person and they don't run around, nothing will happen. Just stay in the camp and sleep directly under the quilt. We will come back when you wake up, okay?"
"OK."
She seemed to have no fighting ability, so there was nothing wrong with her staying.
Bai Zhu thought about it for a moment, then glanced at the gun again, "But I can't sleep alone, I don't feel safe."
"Ah?" Fatty Liu tried hard to recognize Baizhu's hopeful eyes and said hesitantly, "Then I can find you a Barbie doll to hold?"
"..." Bai Zhu smiled, "I mean, give me a gun to defend myself."
"It's easy. I have gun parts and an old mobile phone on hand - don't tell Sister Yun, she will scold me if she finds out."
Fatty Liu pulled out the mahogany box under the army bed and rummaged through it. Bai Shu came closer and saw a military compound bow with sharp eyes.
"Here, I'll give you the mobile phone, it's connected to the Internet," Fatty Liu turned it on, "The password is [pyszt]."
Baizhu habitually looked at the material models and asked casually: "What is this rule?"
"The initials of 'Fat Master is so handsome'."
Bai Shu: "..."
Fatty Liu laughed out loud, and took out the bag parts from the cabinet and poured them out. They clattered all over the floor. Baizhu bent down and picked up the only bullet among the parts, and checked the model number and factory logo.
Hiss, Red Moon has been out of print for 20 years, and the factory is expected to be blown to pieces this year.
"These are the parts of a revolver, and here are the blueprints. You can explore it yourself...but can you shoot?"
Baizhu sat on the floor and said happily: "No, I just want it."
"..." Fatty Liu choked, "Okay, but your little arm won't be able to bear the recoil, so you need to eat more."
He gathered the parts together and said, "I'll give you a sample."
After saying that, he turned on the timer on his mobile phone, moved the parts flexibly with his thick and fat fingers, and quickly assembled them to stop the timer——
Ten seconds exactly.
"Is it powerful? Fatty, I'm a professional," Fatty Liu twirled the pistol, "This gun has no safety, and the recoil is small. You can draw the gun quickly without pulling the slide to load the gun. Don't press the bullet."
"I know, how can I dismantle this again?"
"It's not about breaking it off, I'll teach you." Fatty Liu reluctantly put his hand up, and suddenly heard someone shouting outside the tent, and hurriedly got up and walked out, "You have to play with it by yourself first, I'll go to the meeting - don't lose the parts. "
"Okay."
After watching Fatty Liu leave, Baizhu, who just now "didn't know how", lowered his head and skillfully turned the pistol to check the parts.
Raise your hand and press the timer.
The firearm was easily disassembled and reassembled. The slide, barrel, hammer holder, hammer spring rod, hammer spring, trigger rod pin, recoil spring...the parts came alive between the fingers, and finally turned with a "snap". Wheel closed.
Timing stops——
Take disassembly and assembly together, a total of nine seconds.
"Slow down, the impact of physical changes is not small."
Bai Shu muttered in a low voice, and when he raised his head to take aim, he faced a short mirror——
The lights on the tent were on, but it was still dim behind them. Everyone seemed to be vaguely covered by fog, and soft light shone on the face in the mirror:
Clean, green, without hideous scars, baby blue eyes soft and clear.
...I actually have such a harmless and non-threatening time.
Bai Shu was stunned, and his eyebrows seemed to tighten for a moment. It was fleeting, as fast as an illusion under the light and shadow. After a few seconds, he closed his eyes slightly and lowered his gaze to look into the void.
[Does it count to want to change the past? 】
[Forget it, God said: Mercy comes to the world]
The dazzling fire, the shaking of the earth, and the whisper of the girl telling her secrets kept echoing.
"The mercy of the gods..."
Bai Shu chuckled, turned the magazine with his right hand, inserted a bullet, closed the wheel with a snap, and raised the cold barrel——
Press it against your temple.
"Click!"
With the gun empty, the shadow of death presses hard, the brain digs out the deepest questions in a state of high tension, and the scalp becomes numb with excitement.
What is the production of the red moon related to?
Nuclear radiation, aliens, cosmic mutations...or an unknown "god"? Humanity does not know the answer before it dies. What she saw before her death seems to be false, and her resurrection is even more like a dream, which is far beyond human "scientific" knowledge.
Bai Zhu didn't blink and continued indifferently.
"Click!" The wheel axis jumped and became empty again.
The Red Moon era restarted, and the trajectory of her life changed. For example, she should have been born in the winter of the 20th year of the Red Moon, and her parents died, instead of being a teenager in the 20th year of the Red Moon and appearing here with her own body.
Fantasy before death? A joke? In this situation where I can't tell the difference between true and false, what do I want most...
Baizhu's pupils contracted and his fingertips slowly pressed down.
The oppression of death stimulates the nerves, and all the chaos disperses, as if fate and the soul are symphony, and the deep-seated obsession is like a bud bursting out of the ground, destroying the dead and occupying the mind again——
Change is the same as obsession before death, whether it is illusion or reality, even if it is exposed to violence and blood again, don't leave any room to look back!
"Click!" The trigger was pulled, and the big gamble made the nerves tremble wildly, and the transparent pleasure reached its peak.
Three shots empty!
"...That's it."
After a long time, Bai Zhu put down the revolver and laughed softly, his voice hoarse and happy:
"Fuck it."
She wants glory to bow down again, and she wants to change the outcome.
