ban heartbeat in thriller

The effect of the medicine was spreading, and another zombie rushed up, and then it was thrown out with its belly ripped open. Jiang Zhuo was completely exhausted, and lay heavily on the ground. What Chu Xiuting said echoed in his mind: " It was Yu Tang who told me."

He laughed at himself, laughing that he would believe Zhao Yutang's words so easily, Huos had warned him long ago, hadn't he?But he still foolishly jumped into this trap.

No one in this world is like him, no matter if it's a mutant or a member of the base, it's just a transaction with him, let alone Zhao Yutang, she just said a few sweet words casually, He really believed it?

Jiang Zhuo wanted to scold herself for being stupid, and Zhao Yutang for being too much, how could she clap her hands after giving someone the love she couldn't ask for, and say that it was all a joke, a scam to lure him into the bait.

How could she be so cruel to him?
If he could see her again, Jiang Zhuo had a lot of things he wanted to say to her, but after thinking about it carefully, there was only one thing he wanted to ask the most.

"Have you ever liked me?"

She often smiled at him, greeted him warmly, and promised that she would help him get rid of the control of the base. Could it be that she deliberately pretended these?
But he will never see her again, he will die here alone, his body will be eaten by zombies, his limbs will rot and disappear, he will never see her soft and beautiful face with a soft smile, and he will never be able to live in the same place again. An answer came out of her mouth.

Consciousness fell into a semi-comatose state, but Jiang Zhuo's keen five senses could still catch the sound of zombies approaching him, this sound was no less than the countdown to him by the god of death.

The past scenes flashed like a revolving lantern in front of his eyes, from when he was treated as a monster and grew up stumbling in the crowd, to when he was picked up by Zhao Yutang and was taunted and beaten by her wantonly, he should have firmly remembered Zhao Yutang The horrible and vicious face when he was bullied, but the last one that was fixed in his mind was Zhao Yutang who would touch his head and comfort him with a gentle voice, and who would smile and tell him that he liked him.

This one started beating and scolding him, and later cheated him, and all the scars left on him were not worth a word of liking Zhao Yutang.

Jiang Zhuo looked at the blue sky, his pupils gradually became dilated, feeling extremely bored.

He is a monster, he is not favored by the Creator, let alone the cheap and false love of human beings, the current fate is the price he should pay.

If he could see Zhao Yutang again, he would definitely...will...

"Jiang Zhuo!"

When Zhao Yutang brought people over, several zombies were about to touch Jiang Zhuo, but he was lying motionless on the ground, as if he had lost his life.

Her heart tightened, and she fired without thinking. The gun hit the zombie between the eyebrows. People around were startled by her marksmanship. When did the sick and weak young lady develop good marksmanship?

Zhao Yutang rushed over, and when he looked closer, he found that Jiang Zhuo was covered in blood. Because the obedience medicine was working, he could only maintain a semi-crazed state, and the scales covering the surface of his skin were dull.

He closed his eyes, his long eyelashes cast a faint shadow under his pale eyes, and he didn't respond to Zhao Yutang's voice.

Not only was Zhao Yutang flustered, but he shook him violently.

"Jiang Zhuo!"

Is it a hallucination?

Jiang Zhuo felt that he was floating on the endless sea, and he couldn't find a support point around him, so he could only let himself drift away with the waves.

When he almost gave up hope of survival, a voice broke through the hazy sky and grabbed him like a hand.

who is it?

Jiang Zhuo felt as if he had heard this voice before, and it made him feel inexplicably familiar. His already dry heart slowly "lived" as if being poured into a sweet spring, making a beating sound full of vitality.

The voice continued, squeezing his heart one after another. The heart was like a wet sponge, and what was squeezed out was sour juice.

Jiang Zhuo tried his best to recall the source of this voice, but he couldn't figure out who the owner of this voice was. His heart that had stopped beating started to beat again because of this voice, and his heart was full of impatience to figure out all this.

Subconsciously, he thought that there would be no such a person. He was born, grew up, and died alone in this world. From birth to death, he was alone. Calling him, as if, as if reluctant to bear him.

But this voice is still going on, still dragging Jiang Zhuo to the shore, not allowing him to just float away with the waves.

Jiang Zhuo realized that he had to know who this person was, he finally moved, and under the guidance of that voice, he dodged the surging tide and swam towards the shore with all his strength.

His consciousness is still fuzzy, his sanity is still unclear, but his desire to go ashore is getting stronger and stronger.

"Miss,"

Wei San, who came with Zhao Yutang, couldn't bear to hear her repeated calls, couldn't help stopping her useless efforts, and whispered, "Jiang Zhuo is dead."

Besieged by so many zombies, his chances of surviving were slim.

Zhao Yutang didn't seem to hear his words, gently touched Jiang Zhuo's blood-stained face, and called him softly, "Jiang Zhuo."

Her voice seemed ethereal in Jiang Zhuo's ears, no matter how much he stretched out his hand, he couldn't touch the edge.

Why did the voice gradually decrease, is she leaving?
No, he hasn't met her yet, and he doesn't know who she is yet.

Jiang Zhuo was anxious in his heart, and with the power of the waves, he rushed forward, and the soft voice supported him at the last moment, allowing him to go ashore smoothly.

The drooping long eyelashes moved, and Jiang Zhuo slowly opened his eyes. The face that caught his eyes made him feel strange, but he soon remembered.

This is Zhao Yutang, the Zhao Yutang who told him that he liked him, and would softly comfort him when he was weak.

It was Zhao Yutang who he wanted to see for the last time.

Jiang Zhuo suddenly grabbed the back of Zhao Yutang's neck with his backhand, pressed her down and lowered his head, raised his face slightly, and pressed his lips heavily on the girl's soft and full lips.

There is a gentle breeze, and there is a lingering smell of blood and gunpowder smoke in the wind blowing. This smell has been interspersed with Jiang Zhuo's life from beginning to end, reflecting him like a living tragedy, but now, he can only smell The faint, bitter scent of jasmine on Zhao Yutang's body reminded him of his last thought when he passed out——

If he could see Zhao Yutang again, he would definitely kiss her.

All doubts and questionings dissipated with the wind, he, a monster who came back from the gate of hell, just wanted to ask her for a kiss.

(End of this chapter)