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Zeng Yadong was right; Ming Junwei indeed couldn't settle down. Even without Ginger River and Chao Yifan, he could still stir up trouble. Of course, if given the choice, Ming Junwei would prefer to linger in the mausoleum, lost in a drunken stupor, but there were no such options.
Ming Junwei pulled the young man away, seizing the moment while the crowd's attention was still at the intersection. They slipped into an alley, winding through it for a while until he felt they had distanced themselves enough from the gathering. Only then did he slow his pace and blend into the nightlife crowd with an expression of calm.
Though his face showed no signs of distress, turmoil churned within him. The young man, trembling with anxiety, stole glances at this Spartacus who had led them in rebellion. Seeing Ming Junwei's solemn demeanor and the unsettling glint in his Cyclops eye, he couldn't help but ask, "Big brother, what's wrong?"
"Don't talk. Just walk," Ming Junwei shot him a glare and continued striding forward, discreetly surveying their surroundings and the passersby engaged in laughter and conversation.
The young man was filled with doubt, unsure of what his older brother had sensed. Remembering all the strange occurrences before, he too grew tense, shoving his hands into his pockets and gripping the knife handle that was slick with sweat.
After wandering aimlessly for a while, they finally spotted two rows of benches for pedestrians to rest on at a street corner. Ming Junwei said nothing; he nudged the young man and walked over to sit down heavily, appearing somewhat deflated.
The young man expressed concern by patting his back but was taken aback to find it nearly soaked through with moisture.
"Big brother," he glanced at his palm and saw it wasn't blood, feeling somewhat relieved. He lowered his voice to ask, "Are you unwell?"
"I'm fine." Ming Junwei sighed, signaling him to stop talking as he scanned the passersby. The fear that had gripped him began to be forcefully suppressed.
This street wasn't far from the earlier intersection; from where they sat, they could still see the prominent building nearby. It seemed that the crowd at the intersection had dispersed. The Rebel Army that had escaped with him had gone silent; he didn't know if they had been captured or if they had simply scattered.
The young man's confusion was something Ming Junwei couldn't explain. He wasn't afraid of anything else; he just didn't want to waste breath explaining what a Zombie was.
No wonder the security in that courtyard was so weak; no wonder they had caused such a ruckus yet life in the city continued as usual; no wonder those guards who clearly saw them made no move to rush in and capture or kill them; no wonder this Lonely City was surrounded by so many Zombies yet people showed no signs of fear.
The scene before him remained vibrant with bright lights and bustling activity; pedestrians continued to chat and laugh, seemingly unfazed.
In this idyllic tableau resembling a peaceful paradise, Ming Junwei felt a chill run down his spine. This was not a city illuminated by lights; it was clearly a beautiful facade hiding a dead city.
Thanks to Song Yao, Ming Junwei had now unwittingly joined the ranks of Zombies. Song Yao's blood had saved his life, yet he had never felt even an ounce of joy from it. Even after years of traveling alongside Song Yao and Luci, Ming Junwei still couldn't reconcile Zombies with humanity in his heart.
Human beings experience birth, aging, illness, and death. They do not bounce back to life after being shot, nor do they fall into a deep sleep when winter arrives.
Ming Junwei could accompany Song Yao and Luci because they were "Song Yao" and "Luci," companions who had shared life and death with him. This included later companions like Liu Yan and Chef Jia, who were also connected through Song Jiu and Song Yao. Otherwise, how could they possibly feel at ease lying beside him?
To this day, their understanding of Zombies was still limited to how to kill them, let alone the Zombies that shared their lineage.
Song Yao and Luci were victims, forced to struggle for survival in the guise of Zombies. This city, from the Young Man with the Guitar to the calm onlookers, and now these Passersby, were they also powerless against the Underground Testing Facility that had "evolved" them from Survivors into Zombies?
Ming Junwei thought not. At least from his perspective, he would never willingly become a lab rat for researchers or accept injections of various inexplicable drugs.
Ming Junwei looked around in confusion, from the bustling streets to the narrow alleys, then from the crowd to the shops, letting out a bitter laugh. The streets were lively and vibrant now, but he couldn't imagine thousands of people collectively falling into a deep sleep on a snowy day, only to awaken one by one when spring thunder finally roared.
A being that unleashed an Infected Virus upon the world had established a city full of Zombies, with ordinary people acting as Security personnel to maintain order. They treated Zombies as domesticated animals while capturing Survivors in various places to extract resources for feeding the Zombie city.
Ming Junwei recalled his conversation with Song Jiu at the bar and their speculations at that time. He felt as if his imagination had reached its limit; logic and common sense shattered in his mind, making everything before him seem illusory.
After a long while, Ming Junwei slowly raised his head and gazed at the two towering buildings in the distance. His expression regained calmness as he clenched his fists tightly.
Tonight, he was not the only one troubled; compared to shock and disbelief, anger and resentment were clearly more destructive.
Ming Junwei had temporarily escaped, accompanied by a bewildered young man, while Yuan An remained trapped in chains held tightly by the jealous Gaoyang.
In the alley outside an old building, a Heavy Off-Road Vehicle was parked at an angle in the shadows. The back door stood wide open, the vehicle swaying slightly in the stillness of the night. Faint sounds of pain mingled with strange noises echoed around.
Next to the open door, dim moonlight cast fragmented shadows that illuminated Gaoyang's slightly emaciated figure as he forcefully moved toward the cabin. He muttered incomprehensible curses in a dialect while gripping a handful of long hair tightly. With each vigorous motion of his body, his grip intensified, forcing its owner to tilt her head back in pain to alleviate the tugging sensation.
"Go ahead and scream," Gaoyang taunted as he heard Yuan An's suppressed cries of agony. The resentment boiling within him grew stronger as he used his iron hook prosthetic to yank at Yuan An's collar. The fabric tore apart easily, exposing her pale skin under the moonlight.
Yuan An shut her eyes tightly, gritting her teeth to suppress any sound. The cuffs around her wrists dug into her skin, leaving marks as sharp pain surged through her body. For a fleeting moment, she contemplated suicide; the thought flashed through her mind but was quickly cast aside with determination.
But at this time, her unyielding could only be exchanged for the increasingly intense resentment of the man behind her. Her clothes were all gone, and she had nothing to wear. A stinging pain hit her back, and the sharp weapon scratched her skin. Yuan An could feel the warmth. Hot blood slid down the skin and onto the waist. Gaoyang is still banging wildly. Although he is furious, he still clearly remembers that it has been too long since he last touched a woman's vagina. In the past, he could only watch this body from a distance but could not play with it. But now, with such a woman kneeling in front of him, he could humiliate her to his heart's content and do whatever he wanted, but Gaoyang could not enjoy it. Every bit of sexual pleasure, and even the surging sense of conquest in his mind, were only brought to him by chains and shackles. "I'll make you scream, bitch" Gaoyang's anger failed to extinguish. Instead, it burned more and more fiercely. He was angry and unwilling, and used all kinds of unbearable words to insult him, imagining that the arrogant Blonde Woman was beneath him. In an instant, a feeling of satisfaction surged through my heart that could not be filled. Gaoyang slowed down his movements, as if he had found a channel to vent his anger. He looked at the blood marks on Yuan An's back and showed a ferocious smile. "Call me" Gaoyang's eyes filled with excitement and enthusiasm. He raised his hand and the iron hook pierced the smooth skin of Yuan An's waist, opening a trail of blood. "Ahhh" The severe pain in his body broke through Yuan An's strong barrier, and finally he could no longer suppress it and screamed out. Gaoyang grinned, smiled, loosened his tightly held long hair, and blew gently, and a few strands of hair slowly fell down. The pain eroded Yuan An's nerves, and his body was shaking violently. His kneeling legs were numb and sore. He instinctively wanted to move, but was met with a stabbing pain in his back. Gaoyang Taking a deep breath, the girl's convulsive movements due to pain made him feel the satisfaction under his body again. The pale moonlight passed through the car window, and the blood on the pale skin was dazzling. In the shadow, the man's smile became more and more sinister. As if frightened by the scene in the shadow, the moon quietly hid in the clouds, its cool light dimmed, and the car body merged with the night. Yuan An hangs his head, his handcuffed wrists are bloody, his body is shaking with the impact, his temples are soaked with cold sweat, his messy long hair sticks to his cheeks, his face is pale, his smooth back is dripping with blood, and his skin is curled like a baby's lips He was lying on his bed, and the blood was flowing continuously, soaking into the seat under him. Gaoyang is full of fighting spirit, darkness, blood, and women, completely igniting the animal nature, going crazy, invading the girl's body like a pile driver, the iron hook digs into Yuan An's shoulder blade, and one hand is mercilessly kneading Yuan An The chest was soft, and he wanted to hold both sides, but he only had one hand. The night is getting darker, the wind is still blowing, and the streets are still empty. The girl's increasingly shrill screams are mixed with the man's breathing of joy, which is particularly harsh. In the Launch Site, which is isolated from the darkness and lights, another window lights up in the bright building that does not belong to the Gobi Desert. Su Lan put on her pajamas, picked up the simple teacup beside the table, and walked into the room behind the curtain. The room is not big, and it is out of place in the hall. Compared with the happy bedroom, it is inconspicuous at all. When the door is closed, the smell of paper and ink hits the face, and the two high walls are dimmed with many square screens, Lonely City The night view has a panoramic view.
Su Lan pulled open the chair covered in plush fabric and sat down gracefully. Qianqian savored the rich aroma of tea, pushed aside the stacked documents on the table, adjusted the picture frame behind her, wiped away the dust, and pressed a button on a nearby box. The flashing red warning light returned to calm, and a screen on the wall lit up.
Su Lan gathered her scattered long hair and walked towards the screen with a teacup in hand. The live feed displayed a chaotic scene; numerous bodies lay sprawled across the courtyard under the night sky. Many people were moving about, cleaning up the aftermath. A shadow darted through a corner, swiftly running toward a door opposite the surveillance camera.
Su Lan paused for a moment, looking slightly puzzled but not dwelling on it. She began to manipulate the controls, replaying the surveillance footage. The video quality was mediocre as she skipped over useless still images and fast-forwarded to a few minutes before the warning light had activated.
In the footage, a Field Duty emerged from a door diagonally across, slightly hunched over as he hurried toward the staircase. He paused briefly in front of the restroom door before heading upstairs into several other rooms. Not long after, that Field Duty came back out and exchanged a few words with another Field Duty downstairs before entering another room. A few minutes later, the downstairs Field Duty rushed upstairs and was pushed into a room by the earlier Field Duty. Then, a group of people burst out of that room just as other arriving Field Duties collided with them. At that moment, the first Field Duty raised his gun at his colleague and pulled the trigger.
Su Lan frowned slightly and pressed pause, manually enlarging the surveillance image.
The quality became grainy, making it difficult to distinguish faces, but she could see the frontal outline of the Field Duty, which looked vaguely familiar.
Su Lan set down her teacup and rewound frame by frame until she stopped at the moment when this Field Duty faced the camera again, freezing and enlarging it further.
"Ah!" Su Lan's beautiful eyes widened in shock as she inhaled sharply.
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