I sell Coke in the doomsday

Amid the roars of zombies along the way, I returned to the city safely. I don’t remember how long I drove, but this time I was very alert and didn’t lose focus.

Just like the me that Zi Su mentioned, when I drive, I am particularly prone to daydreaming, distraction, and wild thoughts.

On the vast plain, there were almost no people passing by except me, so I got used to this plain where I was the only one there, and I would always unconsciously empty my mind and think about all kinds of messy things.

Every failure is a learning experience. After being hit by a truck, I should change this bad habit.

But... when I parked the truck at the gate of the community, my brain uncontrollably recalled what happened during the day.

I sat in the truck for a long time and didn't get out.

Since when did my life become so bizarre?

According to Zi Su, what exactly happened to me, the one who knew the future?

Or in other words, what kind of ending awaits me in the future will make me become like that.

Chapter 152 Fatalism (II)

I don’t know what’s waiting for me in the future, but I can still feel that time is getting faster and faster. Things that have not changed in the past ten years are slowly disappearing from my life.

In the hazy night, I looked at the big truck parked at the gate of the community. After looking at it for a long time, I still couldn’t like this big truck.

I took out a pistol from my spoils, loaded it, turned around, went upstairs, and returned home.

When I was downstairs, I saw the lights in the house were on. I thought Tongtong should be waiting for me in the living room.

When I walked slowly to the door, I stopped, and after standing there for a long time, I let out a long sigh, stretched out my hands, and rubbed my face hard, trying to make myself forget those damn things for a while.

Everything seemed to have been arranged from the very beginning. My meeting with Tongtong and my fall for her seemed to be just a comedy that had been rehearsed countless times. I was in it and couldn't get out, but I didn't know what kind of ending the guy sitting in the audience would arrange for Tongtong and me.

"call……"

After letting out a long sigh of helplessness, I gently pushed the door open, and a cold white light came into my eyes.

Under the light, Tongtong sat on the sofa, one hand on her chin, the other hand gently holding a book, reading intently. The light seemed to become hazy, like a dream. Tongtong raised her eyes slightly, and her whole body seemed to be emitting light.

Looking at me standing at the door, Tongtong put down the book, a hint of joy flashed in her eyes, and she smiled at me, with a dazzling light shining in her blue pupils.

Blue... pupils.

The corner of my eye twitched. Shouldn't Tongtong's pupils be red? When did they turn blue? Did something happen while I was away?

While I was surprised and stunned, Tongtong threw down the book, and flew into my arms barefoot like a butterfly.

I subconsciously hugged Tongtong tightly. Her body was extremely soft, as if I was holding a cloud, and it seemed like she would slip through my fingers at any time.

Tongtong gently stood on tiptoe, put her little mouth close to my earlobe, exhaled slowly, and spoke softly.

"Tired?"

The sound of warm breath hitting my earlobe made my heart flutter, but at the same time, I also subconsciously thought of it.

This... doesn't seem to be Tongtong's style. She is an extremely shy little white rabbit, often blushing and shy. She would not do such a thing.

The more I thought about it, the weirder it seemed. Just when I was about to speak and ask a question, Tongtong gently opened her mouth, bit my earlobe, and stuck out her little tongue, licking it slowly.

"..."

Tongtong is definitely not normal today. I can be sure that Tongtong would never do such a thing.

I pushed Tongtong away reluctantly, licked my lips, tried to keep a straight face, looked at Tongtong who could pounce on me again at any time, and asked with a helpless smile.

"Tongtong, what happened to you today?"

Hearing this, Tongtong tilted her head slightly, a hint of sadness in her eyes disappeared in an instant, she looked at me, smiled, and spoke softly.

"Nothing, I...can't I do this?"

Tongtong's appearance made me more and more uneasy, as if she was about to leave me. There was a look in her blue pupils that I had never seen before.

I lowered my brows and looked at Tongtong's feet. I saw her fair little feet stepping on the cold floor. Tongtong was not in the habit of going barefoot.

She only goes barefoot occasionally when she sits on the sofa, but I have seen Tongtong barefoot many times. That belongs to another Tongtong, the one whom I regard as the cerebral palsy god.

Every time she appeared, she was barefoot.

I exhaled slowly, looked at Tongtong with some suspicion, and asked softly.

"Are you Tongtong?"

Tongtong covered her mouth and chuckled when she heard this, but did not answer my question immediately. It was not until my suspicion grew that she replied softly.

"Of course I am."

"So...are you the Hitomi that I know?"

"..."

Silence, a long silence. I saw a hint of struggle in Tongtong's blue pupils. After hesitating for a long time, she spoke softly.

"Yes and no."

As soon as the words fell, I saw that Tongtong's white hair was stained with a streak of black. The black quickly spread until the head of silver hair was completely dyed black.

I feel helpless. I seem to have accepted this bizarre and unpredictable life. Looking at the changes in Tongtong, I don't feel any surprise in my heart.

I remember that the last time Tongtong underwent a similar change was when the "God of Cerebral Palsy" took over her body. Her pupils and hair color became white hair and red pupils.

I felt a little powerless, and I let out a long sigh, then whispered to "Tongtong" in front of me.

"That's enough. Please forgive me."

Tongtong looked at my exhausted appearance with a complicated expression, and then she sighed softly.

"Am I too late?"

I don’t know the meaning of this sentence, but the Tongtong in front of me is obviously different from that “cerebral palsy god”. I can’t even be sure if they are the same person.

"Give Tongtong back to me."

I had no other choice but to ask her this, but she bit her lips lightly and said with some grievance.

"I am Tongtong too."

I subconsciously glanced at Tongtong in front of me. Her eyes were hazy, as if covered with a layer of mist. There was a trace of sadness on her face, but I didn't feel it at all. I just thought about it helplessly.

How many Tongtong are there? But I only want the one who accompanied me at the beginning.

As if she could read other people's minds, "Tongtong" suddenly smiled bitterly, and then a burst of blue light spread out from all over Tongtong's body.

Then, the countless specks of light reorganized themselves into a phantom, which attached itself to my ear and whispered softly.

"I'll always be watching you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the blue light dissipated like mist, leaving only me and the frightened Tongtong.

Being occupied by someone again, Tongtong seemed extremely frightened. Her body trembled slightly and her eyes were filled with fear. Without waiting for me to say anything, she threw herself into my arms and spoke stutteringly.

"No...not me."

"That…no…it's not me."

This is the Tongtong I know, timid, shy, and a little clumsy like a child.

Tongtong's little face was buried in my arms, her body shaking constantly. I put my palms on her long hair, stroking it gently, and whispered soothing words to her.

"I know."

As I expected, Tongtong's long hair remained black, and her pupils turned into pure dark blue, just like the sea water, which made people indulge in it.

Although I know I shouldn’t think too much, I still feel it’s a pity. I quite like the look of Tongtong with white hair.

After a long time, Tongtong and I sat on the sofa. Tongtong seemed to have not yet gotten over the fear. She nestled in my arms and refused to let go.

At the same time, my mind began to sort out this strange incident.

There seems to be more than one Tongtong, but except for the Tongtong in my arms, the other Tongtongs don’t seem to have entities, so they will have the behavior of occupying Tongtong’s body.

And after each "Tongtong" occupies Tongtong's body, Tongtong's body will also change accordingly.

Could it be that... those "Tong Tong" who suddenly appeared were also from the future? Does the new "Tong Tong" prove that the ending has changed once?

This is a question worth thinking about carefully, but I am really too tired today. Things that are beyond my understanding have already made my brain overwhelmed.

The past, present and future, time seems to become chaotic. Everything is like dense silk threads, entangling me, unable to break free, let alone sort out.

In the confusion, I suddenly thought that it seemed that every time I got some extra information outside, Tongtong would change.

Is it... a coincidence?

I don't want to think about it anymore, nor do I dare to think about it anymore. Once I start to doubt Tongtong, everything will become suspicious. Even unintentional actions will become suspicious in my eyes.

Things must first rot, and then insects grow.

I tried to calm myself down and looked down at Tongtong who was curled up in my arms. At this moment, Tongtong was really like a child, curling up her body in my arms in an almost impossible way.

She must be... very scared.

It is naturally a very scary thing when your body is always occupied by strange people and used to do strange things.

Thinking of this, my heart softened and I hugged Tongtong a little tighter. Tongtong noticed my movements and her trembling body gradually calmed down.

Just like that, Tongtong and I snuggled up to each other, no one spoke, yet it was so natural.

But when I looked down at her deep blue pupils, I still felt confused.

Facing the story arranged by God.

Am I...ready prepared?

Chapter 153 Fatalism (Part 3)

The next day, it was dawn.

I acted as if nothing had happened, washing, eating, saying goodbye to Tongtong, moving my second batch of supplies onto the truck, and setting off again towards the Shield Outpost.

Such a fragmented life has become my daily routine. I wander back and forth between gods and mortals. Sometimes I feel that I will influence the future of this world, but sometimes I have to worry about three meals a day.

My life, my self-perception, everything about me, began to fall apart again, but as before, I could only watch it all happen.

So, I wanted to run away.

Even though Zi Su repeatedly warned me not to run away, I still had the idea of ​​retreating.

If this world is really going to end, I might as well take Tongtong with me and spend the last few peaceful days there.

I admit that I'm a loser, so please don't expect me to be a savior. I can't bear it and I don't want this title.

But... before I run away, there are still things I can do.

"Ancient city stronghold..."

I whispered these four words in a calm tone, without any hatred or sadness or joy.

After a night of consideration, I finally came up with a simple but effective plan for the ancient city stronghold. This plan requires Zi Su's assistance, and I also did some training before implementing this plan.

After a long time, I drove to the shield stronghold. Without any polite words, I directly threw the pile of guns that I confiscated yesterday at the feet of Zi Su and A Jie.

"I remember."

"You two... are very accurate with your guns, right?"

I looked at the two people with different expressions, narrowed my eyes slightly, and asked very seriously.

"How long does it take to train a rookie into a sharpshooter?"

Ajie smacked his lips, looked bitter, and smiled helplessly.

"With one-on-one instruction, you can at least achieve the energy-efficient shooting goal in a month."

"But you're such a jerk... I can't say for sure."

Zi Su had a strange look on her face. She picked up a pistol and played with it in her hand. She quickly loaded the gun as if to show off, checked the magazine, and asked me a question.

"No, I see that you are very good at hand-to-hand combat, boss. You don't have to use a gun."

Why do these two guys seem to dislike teaching me how to shoot? Is my shooting skill that bad? At a distance of five steps, I am still confident that I can hit one out of three shots.

"Gun can efficiently eliminate enemies. I need to learn this."

"It would be foolish to keep relying on physical combat to get through."

Hearing this, Ajie touched his chin thoughtfully and said with a frown.