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"Ugh, I really hate this kind of environment," Yang Xiaoyou complained as he adjusted his homemade silencer.
At this moment, the scene had fallen completely silent. The others had begged for mercy, but they were all shot down one by one.
They were all relatively strong fellows, and if one of them happened to have a stroke of bad luck and turned into a zombie, it would be troublesome with their resentment towards themselves.
Since the incident with Sun Jun, Yang Xiaoyou had become quite sensitive to these issues.
"The noise has really decreased a lot. You usually like tinkering with those strange gadgets; it seems they have some use after all," Chen Wuyou said, suppressing his disgust at the corpses to distract himself by turning to Yang Xiaoyou.
"It's just passable; it's still not as good as the real thing. It's not very effective in open spaces, but in this environment, it's fine," Yang Xiaoyou casually replied after tightening it again.
"What about those two?" The fat guy was a bit softer-hearted compared to Huang Wei and pointed at the two women on the ground.
"We're not a charity organization. Bringing them along would double the chances of getting us all killed. What do you think?" Yang Xiaoyou retorted.
In this situation, they needed to recognize some harsh realities.
After hearing this response, no one else suggested taking the two barely conscious women along.
"For now, this place is relatively safe. Let's rest for a bit. If you don't like the smell, just stay away," Yang Xiaoyou said as he approached a large subway map hanging on the wall and began observing the routes.
They had rested somewhat at Kanda Police Station, but during that time, they had to remain alert for Licker attacks, keeping their minds tense.
Now that they had come to such a place, even if it seemed a bit bloody, the others didn't mind as much anymore. They found a relatively clean spot and sat down on the ground.
After reviewing the subway routes again, Yang Xiaoyou sat down next to Dream Butterfly. There were some issues that were best discussed with her.
"Hey, you’re not really thinking about hitting her, are you? Just a warning, if you make Menglu cry, I’ll spill all your little secrets," Chen Wuyou threatened with her usual deadpan expression as she noticed where Yang Xiaoyou was sitting.
"Oh come on, it’s like you two are siblings with that kind of telepathy," Yang Xiaoyou rolled her eyes at the comment. Menglu and I? Well, as long as things stay normal between us, there’s a greater chance of fulfilling our parents' wishes for marriage. The thought of a normal relationship is just absurd; we’ve been at odds for too long.
"Tch, even if women are like clothes, the Boss is a brand you’ll never be able to wear," Chen Wuyou retorted before yawning and leaning back to close her eyes.
This journey had truly been exhausting both physically and mentally. The fact that she had managed to hold on until now was purely due to her willpower. Now that she relaxed, it was hard to resist the drowsiness; otherwise, she wouldn’t have let Yang Xiaoyou go so easily.
On the other side, Charming Shadow glanced at Yang Xiaoyou with a smirk before settling down beside Chen Wuyou to rest. With this convenient master nearby, it felt safe enough to take a break.
As for Huang Wei and the others, they were huddled together on one side. Given the cold atmosphere, the chubby guy had become quite popular.
"So, what are your plans moving forward? Are you going to stick with this identity?" As the surroundings gradually quieted down again, Yang Xiaoyou casually asked the ‘kindred spirit’ who kept her cap pulled low.
"I don’t know," Dream Butterfly replied calmly and straightforwardly.
"Uh, never mind that. What’s your real name? You can’t just keep going by Dream Butterfly forever," Yang Xiaoyou decided to shift the conversation to something more casual while trying to glean some of her plans.
To be honest, she was quite curious about this original Infected Entity behind the entire H-series virus and found herself somewhat intrigued.
When dealing with the Licker initially, the strange enhancements she used had greatly benefited Yang Xiaoyou. Now, in terms of mental prowess, this First Generation Body had already surpassed her. If only she could stay and help me...
"Subject Number One." Dream Butterfly seemed to have no intention of hiding anything in response to Yang Xiaoyou's question.
What had started as an attempt to help the other relax and chat about everyday matters left Yang Xiaoyou feeling uneasy upon hearing that answer. She clearly remembered being a Subject herself and retained those frustrating memories vividly.
Perhaps to make herself fit for the experiment, she had plenty of good food, comfortable living, and even the pleasures of women. However, each regular sampling, various organ biopsies, and even brain tissue extractions felt like a fate worse than death.
Moreover, due to her extremely strong recovery ability, the frequency and extent of these extractions were quite high.
Now, seeing that the other person had not only an artistic name but seemingly no real name at all, she couldn't help but feel a sense of resonance. Perhaps she now possessed a normal identity card, but that was probably not her true name.
“Dream Butterfly sounds good enough; it actually rolls off the tongue quite nicely. But what about ideals? Do you have none?” After breaking the ice, Yang Xiaoyou also circled back to the question.
Originally, he planned to take advantage of her answer if she said no, regardless of how it turned out. It was better to bring her into his sphere, whether due to their shared resonance as 'kindred spirits' or because of the potential benefits her updates could bring him.
“Destruction world.”
However, what surprised Yang Xiaoyou was that the other person gave a remarkably direct yet chilling answer to this question.
If an ordinary person had said something like this, it would likely have been a joke. But with her...
It was undeniable that although this fellow should lack the ability to spread the virus like himself, being one of the original Infected Entities, there might still be some unknown factors at play. Such statements were not so simple.
“Hey, it's best not to joke around like that.” Yang Xiaoyou chuckled awkwardly, seemingly trying to break the tension.
“It’s not me now; it’s another me.” Facing such a question, Dream Butterfly appeared somewhat sorrowful, evoking a sense of pity.
“Another you?” Upon hearing her response, Yang Xiaoyou looked puzzled; it seemed this fellow had a bit of a mild case of delusions.
“You'll know in the future.” Regarding Yang Xiaoyou's expression, Dream Butterfly seemed unconcerned and then leaned directly against him as if wanting to use him as a pillow to rest.
She showed no regard for any boundaries between men and women.
Leaning against the soft body beside him, he turned his head slightly to glance at her resting on his shoulder, feeling the warmth of her breath that he could sense even himself. Yang Xiaoyou rolled her eyes.
Was her demeanor really that harmless?
After all, she had done strange things to Charming Shadow before.
Forget it; she probably really considered him as her only "kindred spirit." In fact, it wasn't just her—Yang Xiaoyou herself felt a certain unexplainable connection with this fellow who had also been a Subject.
In her memories of being a Subject, she had already died. Now that she was alive, she no longer found herself as an experimental subject.
Fate was such a thing.
With a clatter, just as Yang Xiaoyou was in a half-asleep state, resting while remaining vigilant, she suddenly heard the sound of the iron gate at the entrance.
She snapped out of her daze and drew her gun in a state of Vigilance.
With a gun in hand, even facing danger directly, she felt unafraid. Although the quality of this handmade Silencer was not great, it was sufficient for this environment.
However, it seemed that their streak of bad luck had indeed been used up. At the entrance, voices speaking in English began to echo.
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