I killed the film and television world

Abandoned factory building, second floor hall.

The lights attached to the ceiling completely illuminate the entire lobby.

The corners, walls, floors, and even the ceiling were all splattered with the blood of the night demons.

The US dollar bills on the ground and the messy tables and chairs were all broken into pieces and scattered in the collision just now!
Looking at the Night Demons that had broken the walls, some were even hanging on the ceiling...

Zuo Yan exclaimed quietly: "Such powerful punches and kicks..."

Song Ren: "Don't worry, I was very careful in my attack. Except for those who were beaten to death, the rest were at best half dead, and most of them retained their last breath."

Zuo Yan: Besides the dead, there are those who are half dead...

Yes, that’s absolutely right.

Zuo Yan didn't want to waste any more time, so he stepped forward and finished off the opponent.

The personal mission was to hunt and kill one hundred night demons, and soon the cumulative number reached half of that.

But in the team mission, until they captured Song Ren, the night demon with the strongest aura, and killed it, there was no sign of completion in the team mission.

Zuo Yan's beautiful eyebrows became more and more frowned as she looked at the corpse on the ground.

Could it be that the Night Devil is not him?
Song Ren only took a glance and roughly guessed the problem with the mission, so he said: "It looks like God wants to send a nuclear peace feast to this city."

Zuo Yan sighed in his heart.

She had already tried her best to fight for it, and since it was unavoidable, she would not be too pretentious.

Suddenly, there was a sound of hurried footsteps on the street outside.

Song Ren glanced out through the window that had been broken earlier.

have to say.

Sometimes it seems like God has arranged everything and is just waiting for his own nuclear bomb.

In the distance, the streets were jammed with vehicles.

A man and a dog were chasing an elk, quickly shuttling between countless vehicles.

Fate always comes unexpectedly.

Song Ren lowered his eyelids slightly and glanced at the elk.

The elk, which was moving around aimlessly, was dazed for a moment, then suddenly changed direction and rushed into the door of the abandoned factory building next to it.

The German Shepherd Sam, who was chasing closely, forgot Neville's training for a moment due to his hunting instinct, and just chased after him.

Neville followed closely behind.

But after seeing the elk rushing into a dark door, he immediately realized the problem and said hurriedly from a distance: "No, no, no - Sam! NO!"

Finally, it stopped abruptly at the dark door.

But he could only watch as Sam, who had chased in, finally disappeared into the darkness.

Neville was already somewhat devastated. In more than three years, this was not the first time he had witnessed the horror of those monsters.

In the darkness, he stood no chance.

At this moment, the gun he held in both hands was a Savage Model 24 combination gun.

This is a multifunctional combination gun equipped with a scope and a flashlight.

Nervously raising the gun, Neville anxiously aimed left and right at the door.

The breathing in the nose gradually became heavier, and he suppressed his voice and shouted at the door: "Sam, Sam, Sam..."

No response!

After hesitating for a few seconds, he decided to enter with a gun.

Sam is the only companion who depends on him after the apocalypse.

If I lost Sam, the intense feeling of loneliness would drive me crazy.

Neville struggled between reason and emotion, and finally chose emotion.

He forced himself to slow down his breathing, but beads of sweat still seeped out of his forehead.

Turning on the flashlight connected under the gun barrel, a beam of light slightly illuminated the corner of the wide lobby.

Neville slowly approached while constantly turning around, alert to every dark direction around him.

He would quickly cover the light lens with his palm after each use of the combination gun's flashlight.

Neville's eyes were already a little red due to the tension of near despair.

As he walked, he whispered, "Sam, please, Sam, come back..."

It took him more than ten minutes to walk through the slightly spacious lobby on the first floor before he could roughly search it.

Fortunately, Neville did not encounter those zombie monsters on the first floor.

suddenly!

From the direction of the second floor, there was a sudden sound of something heavy falling to the ground.

Neville raised his head suddenly, his scarlet eyes staring at the dark corridor entrance, and swallowed hard.

There was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, which made it look shiny in the dim light of the flashlight.

Wiping the sweat off with the back of his hand, Neville looked at the dark building in front of him, which looked like a huge dark mouth.

With strong rationality, he wanted to turn around without hesitation.

But Sam's friendship made him stare with red and sour eyes, grit his teeth, and finally choose to continue going upstairs.

In the pitch-dark corridor, Neville had to repeatedly block out light and apply lighting with every step up.

It has been confirmed that there are no monsters that suddenly appear in front of or behind me.

By the time he reached the corner of the second floor, Neville's breathing rhythm had become a little disordered.

The corridor was dark. When the light beam shone through it, nothing was seen except broken objects and some US dollars left on the ground.

Neville suppressed his emotions and stared straight ahead, a little surprised by the light coming through the crack in the door:

Night demons are afraid of light, and mainly of the ultraviolet rays in sunlight.

Although everyday lights are not particularly repulsive, under normal circumstances, it is rare to see lights on in the places where the Night Demon rests.

He couldn't help but feel more doubts in his heart.

Why is there light here?

Neville struggled in his heart, but still tried to approach slowly.

When I was almost reaching the door where the light was coming from, suddenly the remaining light under the crack of the door went out again.

Neville was stunned, and just as his hand was about to touch the door panel, he stopped involuntarily.

Suddenly, a strange conversation was heard from inside the door:
"Huh? Is the battery out?"

"It seems so. Although this thing has a battery, I usually use solar power. I kept it away before and forgot to use it for a long time."

"It's okay. The people are already here anyway."

The strange conversation seemed to be coming from a man and a woman.

But the conversation was so quiet that I couldn't understand or hear clearly. It sounded like the accent of an Oriental person from the other side of the Pacific Ocean.

But reason told Neville.

It had been three years, and there couldn't be any survivors in Manhattan that he didn't know about.

But the voice just now made him feel uneasy.

There are expectations, desires, fears and numbness.

He breathed urgently, turned off the flashlight first, and then slowly pushed the door open with his hand, trying not to make any sound.

There was darkness behind the door.

Only a ray of sunlight shone in through a broken tinted glass window in the distance, dispelling the darkness in a corner of the lobby on the second floor.

However, it was with this little bit of peripheral vision that Neville noticed the blood splattered on the ground and the remains of human body!

In an instant, Neville, who had just relaxed a little, immediately became tense.

He suddenly raised the combination gun, covered the lens with his palm, and turned on the flashlight under the barrel again.

He aimed at the darkness on both sides of the window and moved the lens slightly away. A beam of light illuminated the picture in the corner of the wall, and Neville suddenly covered the lens again.

But the pupils in his eyes suddenly dilated.

In that brief moment just now, there was blood and body parts everywhere.

But the limbs were covered in blood, so it was hard to see what exactly happened!

The strong feeling of fear in his heart made him swallow his saliva continuously.

The bloodstains just now seemed to be fresh!
But, how could this happen!
He couldn't understand why such an unexpected situation occurred in Manhattan, the district he was most familiar with.

Neville's mind was in a mess.

But when he thought of Sam, he forced himself to calm down, and continued to use repeated actions of blocking and lighting to see the entire lobby clearly bit by bit.

Wherever the light passed, there were messy, broken tables and chairs, blood-stained US dollars, scattered biological skeletons, and blood-stained limbs that looked like human bodies.

Neville became more and more frustrated as he watched, until a ticking sound came.

There seemed to be a drop of water on the forehead.

After turning off the flashlight, he dipped his fingertips in it, held it up to his eyes in the dark, and sniffed it, then he could barely tell that it was blood.

Neville shuddered.

My hands couldn't help but tremble. I took a few breaths, turned the flashlight back on and blocked the light.

Then he turned the gun and pointed it at the ceiling.

The light flashes and then is quickly covered again.

But the scene he saw at that moment made him freeze in place with his whole body cold.

There seems to be a night demon on the ceiling?
However, its body seemed to be embedded in the crack in the ceiling.

Because the shot flashed by so quickly, I couldn't see clearly what was going on.

Neville took a step back, raised his head, and slowly moved the lens a little away from the gap, allowing only a faint beam of light to shine through.

The next moment, from a tiny light source.

Neville and the bloody night demon on the ceiling looked at each other.

The other party seemed to be terrified, his completely bulging eye sockets were filled with bloodshot, and sticky blood was still dripping between his lips and teeth.

The blood splashed onto the US dollar bills scattered on the ground below.

Neville couldn't calm down for a long time.

What on earth is going on?!
Suddenly, he heard a low whimpering sound coming from the side.

Neville turned his head and shone the flashlight under the table nearby.

It's Sam!
In an instant, all the frightened thoughts were forgotten.

Neville turned around, gestured to Sam, and spoke urgently in a low voice: "Sam, what are you doing here! Come out quickly, we have to go!"

But instead of crawling out from under the table, Sam took two steps back.

Neville wanted to call out again, but when he saw Sam's obvious fear, he suddenly realized something.

He quickly turned the muzzle of the gun backwards, and the flashlight under the barrel shone out in an instant, and then he quickly fired!
But just as he pulled the trigger for the first time, the barrel of the gun was thrust upwards.

Immediately afterwards, he was hit hard in the abdomen.

This one blow alone was enough to make him kneel on one knee and retch violently.

The combination gun was also snatched away swiftly, and he realized that he was really finished this time!

Deng!
Suddenly, the entire lobby was lit up again with incandescent lights.

Neville's face was twisted in pain as he couldn't breathe, and he managed to lift it up.

Only then did he notice that the person who had just taken his gun and knocked him down with a punch was a young and beautiful oriental woman!
He was so shocked that he couldn't believe it.

Not far away, a man's voice suddenly came from the side, using a standard London accent: "What are you doing? Why are you fighting?"

Neville supported himself on the ground and turned his head with difficulty.

In the middle of the lobby, a young oriental man was standing on a chair, holding an incandescent lamp on the ceiling in both hands.

There seemed to be an electric current flowing through the other person's hand?

Neville couldn't help rubbing his eyes. Was he dazzled? !

When I looked again, I saw that the other person had jumped off the chair.

This is a very tall young man with a somewhat cold face.

Song Ren had just manually powered up the battery in the incandescent lamp, then he jumped down, walked in front of Neville, and extended his hand, saying, "Nice to meet you, Dr. Neville."

Three years ago in civilized society, Neville was a virologist employed by the military.

Hearing this long-lost name again, or rather, hearing a living person talking to me.

Neville began to doubt his own eyes, muttering:

"No, that's not right. Am I fantasizing before I die? But, how could I fantasize about a man? God, I must be crazy, I'm not gay!"

Song Ren was silent for a moment, then asked, "Why, do you want me to wake you up?"

Neville looked up in surprise: "..."

puff-

A suppressed chuckle came from the side.

Song Ren turned around.

Anna immediately restrained her smile, lowered her head and whispered, "Sorry."

Just as he finished speaking, another bang was heard from the lobby not far away.

Neville turned his head subconsciously.

But then he saw the corpse of a night demon falling to the floor from the crack in the ceiling.

It seems that the sound I heard downstairs earlier was this one.

It was only at this moment that Neville came to his senses.

The entire scene in the lobby was already in sight.

At this time, the hall was full of messy blood!
In every corner, in the cracks of the walls, and even on the ceiling, there were bloody corpses of night demons hanging.

After a quick count, there are dozens of them.

This scene shocked him again, and he forgot to close his mouth.

Until his eyes fell on Song Ren.

There was a well-behaved elk guarding there.

He shook his head, feeling like he was dreaming.

But the scene in the lobby was so real that he couldn't understand it.

Ever since the outbreak of the apocalypse, he felt that everything in the world was just a dream that seemed real but not real.

But now, the scene before him made him feel that the end of the world might be real...

Looking at the elk, Neville was in a trance again.

The elk was confused and was hiding in fear behind Song Ren, who was like a family member to him.

Song Ren squatted down and touched the little deer's head: "Be good, go find your family."

The little deer seemed to be summoned and rushed out of the lobby quickly, soon disappearing in the congested traffic.

Song Ren glanced at Neville, who was still in a daze, and stood up to summarize: "Okay, now that everyone is here, there are no other living people in the entire Manhattan area. It's time to prepare for the nuclear war."

Neville murmured absentmindedly: "Peace? Will there ever be peace in this world?"

Song Ren said with certainty: "As long as I am here, there will definitely be nuclear peace."

Neville said to himself: "Peace, peace... it's so good."

Song Ren also sighed: "Yes, nuclear peace is great."

Zuo Yan held his forehead in his hand speechlessly: ...These two are truly talking like gods! (End of this chapter)