latent syndrome.

Chapter 365 364. Embers
The two of them were trekking in the mountains in an extremely embarrassing situation, because they were attacked by a gang of thieves a few days ago, and Sean worried that they would come after them again.

So they chased for a long distance, far away from the main road, and now they have to go back to the road, find a settlement along the way to rectify, and prepare some supplies.

Although the infected person can not sleep or eat at all, even if the body can bear it, in the absence of real sense and no physical support, the spirit will only be slowly drawn out by itself, which will aggravate the symptoms.

Just like a token, it is the anchor dropped by the ship in the harbor. Once it is unanchored, it will be swept aimlessly into the unknown deep sea.

"Is there a plan?"

"No, it's over."

"For those people, they didn't think about rebuilding at all, it wasn't like that in the first place."

"It's just high-quality, low-cost, innocent terrorists. You think too highly of them."

"Just like a bonfire, people can't help but add something to make it burn hotter."

"Those people just couldn't restrain their instinct of destruction."

"Everything was burnt to ashes."

"There's nothing left to burn."

The two returned to the asphalt road full of cracks and potholes. If it can still be called a road, it is because it is an important passage from a small city to other regions.

After seeing the news that day, people on the fringes of the city were exhausted, but caused traffic jams. On both sides of the road, there were jaw-dropping, long queues of abandoned vehicles and wreckage, and the queues reached the end of sight.

These people didn't have time to hide. Although they were far away from the center of the explosion, they would not be vaporized, and they would be burned into coke under the power of the heat wave.

Most of them had their doors open in their death throes, but it was just remains stuck to the charred road, in the wreckage of a car.

Sean also saw a strange skeleton, judging from the characteristics of the pelvis, it was a woman, and there was a skeleton with a head that accounted for most of the proportion in the empty abdominal cavity.

He speculated that this was a woman who was due to give birth soon and died on that day.

"Isn't there something left?"

"Otherwise, we are nothing."

The pianist does not shy away from presenting himself as ugly and monstrous, without a head wrap, hat or mask, and he doesn't care at all.

"The embers that remain warm."

"After all... the SCT has won."

"As they wished, this strange disease swallowed everything up."

"Although there are some errors, they may be eager to use this power to rule."

"Finally playing with fire and setting themselves on fire, their goal has indeed been achieved."

"But there's nothing to rule over."

"Only the unburned ones are left, but one day."

"No... it won't be long, the embers will burn out soon."

Sean tried to close the door of the abandoned vehicle with the wreckage of the maternity, but because the hinges were rotten, he took off the entire door and had to throw it on the ground.

"You are particularly sentimental today."

"Is it related to the nightmare you had?"

In the past, the pianist saw Xiao En wake up, which was extremely rare. To deal with terrorists, he had to be a scary guy. As an agent of the first department, he had to be a ruthless bastard to take on the heavy responsibility.

When Xiao En came to kill himself that day, the purge must have started a long time ago, and he had already reached the target, so he was so leisurely.

But it's meaningless. It's a good thing to die early. Anyway, it's just the difference between dying under a nuclear attack and dying in the wasteland.

If the pianist were to choose by himself, he would choose the former, because that day was more lively, and there is no psychological burden for everyone to go on the road together, and now he may die alone in a cold dungeon, or alone, in a barren wasteland where not a single blade of grass grows Sudden death.

There are worse.

boom!
The pianist fired a shot and exploded the head of a crawling blood beast with four limbs. He used special ammunition, and the effect was amazing. These monsters, like the infected, were also afraid of this bullet, and burned violently after being headshot. Flame let out a sharp mournful cry, then fell to the ground and convulsed for a while, completely dead.

The worst end is to become such a monster.

in their heads.

What are you thinking about?

Xiao En realized that he couldn't stay here for a long time, and there were blood beasts, so this meant that the nearby area might be their range of activities.

Although Sean's strength as an ace agent is nothing, but everything is changing, and he has gradually discovered the habits of these monsters.

It seems that at the cost of sacrificing reason and logic, they devour everything violently in chaos. Under extreme hunger, these monsters will even pick off their own brains to enjoy.

"Nightmare...not really."

"It's just me, an infected person with a domain, who is more closely connected with different spaces, and occasionally has a strong intuition."

"But as strong as last night."

"It's also the first time I have encountered it."

"It may indeed be a nightmare. The Bureau of Countermeasures has a special research institution called the Second Division. I have visited the experts there and asked about the situation."

"Infected people are always easy to forget, because they will come into contact with things beyond dimensions, beyond understanding, and are automatically screened out under the protection mechanism of the spirit, or a kind of mighty barrier."

"In fact, every infected person will perceive his own doomed death the moment he owns the domain. This is true. No matter how you avoid it, it will always come."

"But after that everyone forgets, or replaces that scene with something else, but it's only known at the moment of death anyway."

"Fate is irreversible."

Xiao En deduced that last night he might have come into contact with something outside the dimension, and was then automatically screened out by Weili.

"Then you mean to say."

"You already know how you died, but you will come back to your senses at the moment of death."

"So everything has been revealed?"

The pianist found it very interesting. Although the infected people were all half-stepped into the coffin, I didn't expect this to be the case. It was literally. They stepped into the coffin, lay down in it, and waited for the right time to put the coffin in place. Cover.

"Yes."

"It's just that the memory of the destined death has been screened out, or the memory has been replaced with other insignificant things, or it has been recorded as the way of death of others."

"But when you are dying, you will definitely feel it."

Sean said calmly. He and the pianist hadn't eaten for a long time, and even had to roast bugs. They had to have a good meal, otherwise the lack of reality and pure hunger would turn people into monsters.

"It's terrible."

"It's a good thing I'm just a small character."

The pianist gloated a little.

"nothing."

"All infected people are the same."

"Even without fields."

"Even if you don't know what the end result will be."

"It's going to be a terrible death anyway."

(End of this chapter)