Chapter 17

Heavy rain, dark clouds, and a lonely temple in the suburbs, the three elements converged into a standard horror movie opening, and even the kind-hearted Maitreya Buddha in the temple seemed to be smiling maliciously.

Yao Wuque put a small tube of radiation filter in front of the temple gate, turned his head to pay homage to Maitreya Buddha, and put another tube on its round belly. Shaoqing Zhong Yin took out the measuring device and walked around the temple. The radiation value reached the normal index. Everyone was able to take off the hood. Shen Shanwu also quickly took off the one that was useless for him except heavy. helmet.

The hour hand pointed to four o'clock in the afternoon, and the wind outside was faintly quiet, but the rain still did not stop.

Everyone sat around in the ruined temple chatting with nothing to do, from poetry and songs to the philosophy of life. While chatting, they inevitably talked about mutants. Yao Wuque suddenly asked curiously, "Have any of you seen the mutants with your own eyes? Who?"

Shen Shanwu sat obediently cuddling his knees, and listened carefully to the conversation of the adults with his big eyes open. Hearing these words, he couldn't help looking at Jiang Huan, who was sitting beside him, from the corner of his eyes, who was leaning against the wall. Wearing a mask, no response at all.

"The mutants are such a cruel and murderous race, who is still alive when they see it." Another team member shook his head, "The 109 massacre at Shenghe Hospital, do you know?"

The deputy team leaned forward and changed his sitting position, but Yao Wuque was all excited, and hurriedly asked, "I don't know, what is it? What is it!"

"A hospital located in the southern Wuyou City area. In the fifth year after the end of the world, all 109 medical staff in Shenghe Hospital were tortured and killed by mutants, and none of them were spared. All zombie-related research materials in the hospital were also collected. Burned clean."

Seeing that everyone's eyes were attracted, and even Team Changjiang Huan slowly turned his face to look at him, the team member couldn't help but say more excitedly and vividly: "I heard that there is not a single corpse in the hospital. Intact, the eyeballs were smashed, the tongue was pulled out, the brain was sucked to the ground, the heart was gnawed everywhere, the intestines were pulled out and wrapped around the neck, and the person was hung from the ceiling, and the white walls of the corridor were all painted with blood. Painted, and then the people who cleaned it went in and vomited a few, a living hell on earth."

"Damn it." Yao Wuque couldn't help rubbing his shoulders, "The mutants were once humans, right? This is too inhuman."

"But they are not human anymore." Zhong Yin said, "They are zombies, and they have produced sane zombies. They have a strong desire to kill and like to eat human flesh and internal organs. I think it is best to never see them."

Yao Wuque said angrily, "What if we meet, can we run away?"

"If the reaction is fast, it should be able to run." Xiaowen touched the back of his head, "I heard that mutants are very sensitive, afraid of strong light, and usually hide in the shadows during the day, so I think if we meet, we can put The flashlight hit him at maximum, blinded him, and ran away."

"I also heard that mutants have a particularly sensitive sense of smell and are particularly afraid of the smell of garlic."

"Oops, then where are we going to find garlic?"

Shen Shanwu: "..." What a mess! The more you say it, the more outrageous it is! !

Who is afraid of garlic? Is he a vampire! Who is afraid of bright light? Now he can look directly at a solar eclipse! Who likes to eat human flesh? He is very picky!

... But the 109 doctors and nurses of the Holy Harmony Hospital did indeed all die at the hands of the mutants.

The hospital captured a mutant who had just woken up in the last four years. They used the physical characteristics of the mutant to be extremely difficult to die, and divided the mutant's body into six pieces, the head, the limbs and the body.

They drew blood, peeled off the skin, cut muscle and fat, separated blood vessels and nerves, and performed inhumane physiological studies on the mutant's brain, such as electric shocks, hallucinations, poison gas, and slices.

On the one hand, they want to find ways to restrain zombies, but most importantly, they want to gain the power of mutants.

They don't treat mutants as human beings, and mutants naturally don't treat them as human beings.

After rescuing the dismembered mutant, there was not a single living hole left inside the hospital, and blood and meat scraps soaked every inch of floor tiles and penetrated every inch of walls.

The mutants want to let the whole world know through this brutal massacre. This is the price to pay for coveting mutants.

As for the mutants being a bloodthirsty race... Shen Shanwu thinks it is just the opposite, mutants are like tigers and lions, they are too lazy to move when they are full. Perhaps it is a genetic restriction. There are hundreds of mutants all over the world, but none of them like it. In trouble, everyone either lives alone in the strong radiation area, or wears sunglasses and masks to live carefully with human beings, and be beautiful and happy.

However, it is impossible for humans to admit that mutants are still human, and mutants also acquiesce to each other that they belong to the family of zombies, and do not justify their cruel image.

The reason is that mutants come from zombies. If mutants are still human, is their behavior of killing zombies equivalent to killing creatures that have the possibility of returning to adults?

Once the mutants are rational, kind, and intelligent, and the real situation that the way of thinking and behavior is completely the same as that of ordinary people is known to the world, the consequences will be disastrous.

Among the billions of zombies, there are only less than a hundred mutants, and the zombies are attacking, aggressive, contagious, and highly infectious. Compared with betting on the trivial possibility, killing them is the most correct choice.

But what if the zombie that had to die was your relative? Will you raise the butcher knife, or will you pray for the one-in-a-million chance?

Do you resent the person who killed your relative who turned into a zombie?

Will you be bound by the assumption that the other party may become a mutant, so that even if the claws of the zombies are close to you, you will not dare to attack any zombies?

Jiang Huan leaned back against the wall after only two sentences. After a while, Shen Shanwu thought he was asleep, and just moved his legs to stand up, but the hem of his clothes was pulled. He turned around and saw Jiang Huan. Huan Zhi faced him directly, opened his lips and asked, "What do you want to do?"

"...The ground is too hard."

Shen Shanwu's original intention was that the ground was too hard, and it was uncomfortable to sit for a long time, so I wanted to stand up and move around, but this sentence fell into Jiang Huan's ears: the ground was too hard, and people's buttocks hurt to death.

He straightened one leg and patted Shen Shanwu lightly.

"...?" Shen Shanwu looked at him inexplicably, Jiang Huan waited for a while, and when he saw Jiang Tong standing still like a fool, he simply stretched out his arms to hug him, then put his arms around his waist and pressed the person directly to his leg. "Will it be more comfortable?"

Father's love is like a mountain, Shen Shanwu can't bear it.

Yao Wuque looked very hot next to him, and he couldn't directly provoke the authority of the captain, so he had to say yin and yang strangely beside him: "Yin Yin, the ground is cold, do you want to sit on my lap?"

Zhong Yin replied ruthlessly: "Be careful I will sue you for sexual harassment."

Yao Wuque: "..."

After six o'clock, the rain curtain finally had a slight tendency to become smaller, but the sky was completely dark. The temperature dropped sharply, and it was freezing to the bone, but in the wild, everyone dared not go into the sleeping bag to rest, for fear of running away from danger. Xiaowen turned on the power of their only heater to the maximum. Everyone put on protective clothing outside the protective clothing, and slept against the wall.

The pattering light rain played a hypnotic movement, and Shen Shanwu finally sat back on the ground, but Jiang Huan half hugged him and covered his body with a cloak.

Jiang Huan hugged him very tightly, sometimes he felt uneasy to wrap the cloak around Shen Shanwu tighter, and then took his hand and put it in front of his belly, "Is it cold?"

Whenever he touches Shen Shanwu's hand, he will feel the same slightly cool temperature. Shen Shanwu is not cold, but he is a little flustered, "Jiang, it's okay, I'm not cold..."

not cold? How could it not be cold on such a wet rainy night, the cold air clearly seeped into the bones of the person, and it was so cold that even the blood was frozen hard.

Jiang Huan brushed away the soft black hair in front of Jiang Tong's forehead. Under the night light, he saw the man's black and white eyes. The eye shape was exactly the same as the man he remembered, but because of the difference in color, it looked even brighter.

Consciousness gradually became blurred in the sound of rain, and in the blur, Jiang Huan Muran remembered, as if it was a similar rainy night that day, but the situation was much worse than today.

They had no car, no food, no heater, and no clothes to keep them warm. They were trapped in a cave by the continuous rain. Jiang Huan, who was only 13 years old, was cold and hungry, and shivered in the innermost part of the cave.

But the cave was too small and shallow, no matter how he curled up to hide, part of his body was always blown by the cold wind, he finally couldn't help opening his eyes, and called out tremblingly and hoarsely: "...Brother Shanwu, I'm good cold."

The man who was sitting at the entrance of the cave with his back turned to protect the wind turned his head. Under the moonlight, those black and red eyes had a coquettish and demagogic power.

"..." The man put down the filter rod he was playing with, inserted it into the crevice of the rock, got up silently and walked to Jiang Huan's side, Jiang Huan sniffed and said aggrievedly, "My feet are so cold that I can't feel it. My hands are so cold, I'm going to suffer from frostbite..."

A pair of warm hands took off his rain-soaked boots, and the cotton socks that looked like ice slag, and the two little feet underneath were really frozen blue.

"Are you a fool?" The man's tone of voice was poor, the sharp teeth between his lips were looming, but Jiang Huan was not afraid, instead he sought comfort even more aggrieved: "I'm too cold to sleep, can you? hold me……"

A person who likes to act like a spoiled child has always known that someone will hurt him.

"I really got you." The man sighed and sat down beside Jiang Huan. He asked Jiang Huan to sit on his lap with his legs folded, and then nestled his body into his arms, solid and wide. The shoulders suddenly resisted all the wind, frost, rain and snow.

The man lowered his head and held Jiang Huan's feet, rubbed them carefully, and let him put his hands into his body to keep warm. Jiang Huan immediately put his hands in through the hem of his clothes, and wrapped his arms around the man's waist, without a trace of fat on the side. The waist is warm and tight, even if his hands are frozen like ice cubes, he will not complain if he touches the past man rashly.

Mutants do not feel cold or hot.

The whistling wind carried the roar of zombies, sometimes as if it was close to his ears, Jiang Huan shrank half-dream and half-awake, and couldn't help but timidly asked softly, "Brother Shanwu, will there be zombies crawling in the middle of the night? come in..."

"Will not."

"What if we fall asleep and they sneak up on me and scratch me..."

"Tsk, why are you talking so much." The man hugged the child in his arms tightly again, "If you want to scratch, you should scratch me first, okay? I'm here."

Jiang Huan finally felt at ease. He closed his eyes and folded his fingers, not only grasping the people who took care of him in the dream, but also the people who needed his care outside the dream.