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Chapter 39 The Commemorative Show Opening
The opening location is random.
When the energy field faded, they found themselves standing in the bedroom of a residential house. The street lamp outside shone in, the light was very dark, and the air was filled with a bloody smell.
At the same time, they could feel their surroundings becoming damp, with dark corners that could never light up, as if they were already down town.
The two listened, there was a rubbing sound like a sticky object outside. They all knew what it was. There was something in the living room... eating a corpse.
Under the faint light of the street lamp, you can see the graffiti of the children on the wall. It seems that a family of five once lived, but now it is empty.
The bedroom door was ajar, and the living room was dark, only the sound of uninterrupted swallowing could be heard.
Summer quietly walked to the window and looked out. There is a familiar environment in the lower city. The ceiling is always lit with fluorescent lights. Some places are in disrepair for a long time, covered in dust and moss, and the corners of the blocks are sunken in darkness.
The streets are already miserable. In the shadow directly opposite, a calf-sized hellhound was eating a corpse, with internal organs dragging everywhere.
At this moment, he heard a child scream.
He stayed for a while, and saw a boy rushing out of a dark street corner in disbelief. A huge dog followed him firmly, leaping up, and steadily throwing him to the ground.
That thing had three huge heads, and the fourth deformed deputy head protruded like fat, rolled bloody white eyes, and salivated.
The child is a typical down town, wearing big, shabby clothes, thin hands and feet, and he is extremely thin. The dog is a giant in front of him.
Xia Xia was stunned and watched as the giant dog threw him to the ground easily, crushing his head like a husk. He could even hear the sound of a broken skull.
The dog lowered his head to devour the broken flesh and blood that his head had turned into, and then, as if feeling something, suddenly stopped and turned to look at the direction of summer.
Reflexively retreating in summer, standing behind the curtains, his heartbeat is fast, and his palms are sweaty.
He took a step back into the darkness, as if he had changed back to the boy he used to be. He was at a loss in the darkness and was the prey that the upper city people chased and played with.
When he bumped into something on his shoulder, he turned his head, Bai Jingan stood behind him, clutching a double shotgun in his hand.
It's an outdated musket, and there are such things in the lower town.
The light from the street lamp came in, and his face was scary white.
"I don't know... there is..." Summer said, "There is this..."
He felt that he should be calm, it was just a show, but he broke a word twice, like a scared child who couldn't speak clearly.
"Yes... clones, add some... biochemical control or something..." Bai Jingan said, his voice was very soft, and it looked cold and illusory at night, like a dead person talking.
They didn't speak for a while. At the previous propaganda party, the host said that there would be a "big surprise", it seems that this is it.
This is not surprising, of course, Shangcheng will do its best to make the show more bloody and lifelike, and nothing is more lifelike than copying these people and dying again.
"We have to... get out of here..." Xia Tian said, turning to look at the gun and the house.
There is a dilapidated hidden door in the cupboard, which is open, with some weapons in it.
——There is weapon control in Xiacheng, but almost every family has guns, and they are usually placed in such places. Bai Jingan obviously touched the hiding place as soon as he walked in.
Bai Jingan didn't move, staring outside, Xia Xia heard another scream from a distance, like a woman.
He walked quickly to the secret door, and there were two .32 caliber pistols inside. They were antiques. It can only be said that fighting mutant creatures is better than nothing.
He counted the bullets-thirteen pitifully-stuffed into his back and covered it with his clothes.
He took another knife. Although it was an embroidery needle to kill mutant creatures, one more weapon would be good.
He took the other gun to Bai Jingan and didn't look out the window.
The man took it and handed him the shotgun, which contained only six bullets.
Then they collected all the weapons in the room-although there were also two more daggers like fruit knives.
Outside the window on the other side is a dark narrow alley, not as safe as the main entrance, but at least there is no hell dog. don't know where the 75-7 area is.
Summer quietly opened the window and jumped out to check the situation. They must not stay in the house for a long time. The planning team will not let them hide. They hope that everyone will participate in the cruel massacre, temper their will, and be reborn in death and flames.
I looked around in the summer, and the laneway was very dark, and there were no signs.
Bai Jingan also jumped out, without looking at the surrounding environment, and walked in one direction.
Summer followed him, the man walked steadily, without hesitation, not like a judgment made from a flat map-like he once belonged to this place, instinctively knows the streets and lanes, how to walk through it, and find what he wants Something you want.
Bai Jingan turned around the lane by himself. He turned and obscured all the way and hid in other people's houses from time to time.
Passing through a low bungalow, a woman crawled towards them desperately, trying to let them take the baby in her arms.
Her lower body became some kind of bird-like claws, with long toes that were rough and tufted with bone tumors, and the erosion was still moving up quickly. The child in her arms cried like a real baby, and nearly fell in fright in summer.
Countless ghosts are resurrected here, and Upper City has completed the imitation of ghosts with first-class biotechnology. Xia Xia said to herself that these are just biological clones, with control chips and biochemical structures implanted in their brains. They are not real human beings, but will react in the same way as the massacre of everyone.
This kind of thing even has a proper name, called "technical NPC", some even incorporated into the colorful life, is the masterpiece of the world's huge programmer community.
Xia Xia stared at the child, Bai Jingan grabbed his collar and walked forward. As soon as they arrived at the door, a huge moth-like white creature smashed down from the sky.
In the wailing, he only saw the blood-colored mouth that opened countlessly on its white skin. They don't want to deal with this weapon.
Bai Jingan grabbed him by the collar and dragged it onto the street, leaving the hunting area of the thing, then turned his head, pressed his shoulder, and said, "Calm down and leave it alone, you know!"
His fingers were embedded in Xia Xia's shoulder, trembling slightly, which made him a little bit painful. There was a bottomless gloom in the man's eyes.
The screams continued to be heard behind him, and Xia Tian tried his best to smile at him and said, "I know."
Bai Jingan walked forward with a cold face.
His body was tight, guarding everything around him, it was a little hysterical. He doesn't remember when he was so focused last time.
Part of his attention is always focused on summer, he must stare, in this place, you will lose people around you at any time. In just a moment, everything will be irretrievable.
Reason tells him to be calm. Xia is a first-rate fighter, knows how to survive in the lower city, and is a veteran against mutant creatures. But he just can't control it.
Like a fire that burned up from the darkest place in the depths of the soul, with an indescribable huge fear, it was so huge that it was impossible to look directly at--
He forcibly waved this thought away. There was no room for the sadness of the past in this world. He must focus on the present.
They continued to move forward. There was gunfire, screams, and howls of monsters everywhere. He turned a blind eye to the residents seeking help and tragic deaths, and kept saying to himself: This is not true. This is not true.
When they crossed a narrow narrow street-Tingxi Street, the name automatically jumped to their minds-when a man rushed to the street from the house with a child on his back. The child was small and seemed unconscious. He used a belt. Tied to the body, holding a gun that should be two centuries ago.
A long-haired woman followed behind him, holding a pistol, and he turned around and grabbed her with the other hand.
At this time, he turned his head and saw two killer show players.
Bai Jingan froze for a while, unconsciously stepped back, he didn't want any conversation, he couldn't bear this... he hoped that they would leave as soon as possible.
The man opened his lips, and was about to say something, when a few hellhounds came around.
One followed, and the other two blocked the road ahead. It seemed that they had been watching them for a while, and they wanted to hunt together.
The leader turned his head to look at the man. They must have some kind of intelligence and could find the weakest in the crowd at a glance. It bared its teeth at it, and its body was slightly lowered, ready to pounce on it.
Xia Xia stopped and walked forward, and it was a shot at it.
This gun hits the heart. If it is a person, it has multiple big holes in the chest and slides back three or four meters. But now he can only let it back a half step, and then stubbornly rushed forward.
It should have died, but it has not yet figured out what happened to the body. Under the biological mutation, they cannot distinguish between pain and death, and the desire for destruction controls everything.
The man next to him took a step back, and the woman fired another shot at it in the head. It fell to the ground, her red eyes fixed on Xia, and all her consciousness was occupied by hunger.
Behind them, Bai Jingan fired five shots in a row before he killed the eager Hellhound that followed. He looked around, trying to find a bigger gun. There were only three bullets left in the summer.
On the opposite side, the dead body rushed forward two meters before stopping. Bai Jingan took a step back and hit Xia Xia's shoulder.
Summer is staring across the street.
The other Hellhound seemed to have retreated temporarily, but he was pretty sure it was still there, hiding in the darkness of the corner, ready to drag someone away when they passed, or looting when it was in danger.
He is experienced in dealing with such things, knowing that he must wait until it gets close enough.
There are not many bullets and not strong enough.
The man carrying the child took a step towards them and said, "I think we should go together—"
Bai Jingan pretended not to hear, he stared at the corpse pile ahead, there was something underneath...
At this moment, he heard a voice from above.
He slowly raised his head, and a thing was lying on the house on the street looking at him.
It has a head that looks like a weasel at first glance, small and weird, with sparse yellow hair, and a pair of intelligent eyes.
The moment Bai Jingan saw it, it jumped down from above.
At that moment, its body opened, like a large meat blanket, Bai Jingan shot continuously, the thing rushed over without noticing it.
He flashed sideways, it rubbed his nose and fell to the ground, emitting a stench. Bai Jingan stepped forward and stepped on its neck with one foot. Its flat fleshy body opened threateningly, with teeth growing in the corners.
The next second, Xia Xia turned around and shot - hitting its head.
It twitched a few times before it stopped moving. Summer stopped, and raised his hand to peep at the corner of the street. Now that he thought he had a chance, he finally pounced and shot.
He was calm when he fired the shot, until it had rushed to his eyes and he could see the meat foam between his teeth. This shot knocked half of his head away.
The creature in the corpse finally crawled out, and Bai Jingan shot it twice in the head.
The moment he shot, he realized that it was a mutated young man. He could see the face of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, wearing a blue-gray uniform with the "Hellfire garage" logo.
But now his skull was distorted like a melting candle, becoming huge, forming a long strip, with jagged fangs in his mouth, making a long and thin cry like weeping, and then it was over.
Within ten seconds, there was only a corpse at their feet, the whole process was neat and murderous, and there was nowhere to vent anger.