I sell Coke in the doomsday

"Impossible. I've seen the zombies in the base. Although they are somewhat contagious, they are incapable of shaking up human society at that level."

"You're just lying to me."

Hearing this, I had a headache and started to explain to Qian Xian very seriously, trying to make him understand that the zombie virus outside was not the simple zombie they created.

After I explained for a long time, Qian Xian seemed to finally believe it. He became silent and his eyes dimmed.

After a moment, he sighed weakly and said in a desolate tone.

"So, this world is completely over?"

I nodded slightly and gave him the affirmative answer again.

The light in Qian Xian's eyes completely disappeared. He lowered his eyelids and spoke in a low voice.

"I……"

"I bought a house. When I opened the window, I could see the sea. Everything in the house was expensive and famous. It contained all the things I liked."

"Luxury cars, famous watches, antiques, famous paintings."

"But I only lived there for less than a year."

Hearing this, I just sneered, squatted on the ground, looked at Qian Xian who was unable to move, and whispered.

"Aren't those things obtained by you in exchange for those innocent experimental subjects?"

"Have you ever counted how many test subjects died in your hands?"

Hearing this, Qian Xian looked indifferent and blurted out the words without even thinking.

"One thousand and one."

"Because it corresponds to One Thousand and One Nights, I remember it very clearly."

I was stunned and looked at Qian Xian who had an indifferent expression. His tone was so flat, as if what we were talking about was just a trivial matter.

After a moment's silence, I looked at Qian Xian on the ground and spoke slowly.

"You know, you should say something nice right now. It may determine whether you live or die."

Qian Xian grinned, his eyes deep, and said with a smile.

"I do not care."

"I don't care anymore."

Qian Xian looked at me in surprise, narrowed his eyes slightly, and spoke slowly.

"If I had to do it all over again, I would still do it."

"Because, whether it is the past, the present, or the future, it does not exist."

"I never care about the lives of people other than me."

Nature... huh?

What a convincing word. I looked at Qian Xian lying on the ground and clenched the gun in my hand. Qian Xian obviously noticed my action, but his expression didn't change at all and he said lightly.

“Have you ever heard the story of the scorpion and the frog?”

"A scorpion wanted to cross a river, so he asked a frog to take him across."

"The frog said that he was afraid that the scorpion would sting him when it was on his back, and he would be poisoned to death."

"The scorpion replied that if he stung the frog, he would drown in the river, so he would not do that."

"After hearing this, the frog agreed to the scorpion's request and let the scorpion stay on its back to cross the river together."

"When the frog swam to the middle of the river, the scorpion stung the frog. The poisoned frog asked the scorpion."

"Why would you break your promise? We'll all die."

"The scorpion replied, 'This is my nature. It is something I cannot control.'"

"That's it. The frog died, and the scorpion died too."

After listening to this story, I understood a little, but I was still confused. At this time, Qian Xian continued.

"I was never going to be what you would call a good person since I was born."

"I don't care about anyone. This is my nature."

"I was born to watch others die. If anyone talks to me about retribution, I will definitely punch him."

"If I could meet the Buddha attaining enlightenment under the Bodhi tree, I would definitely go up and give him a kick."

"He's just too wordy."

Qian Xian looked at me with a strange smile on his lips. He seemed like a coward before, but now he took the initiative to speak to me.

"I'm never going to tell you anything about this place again."

"Shoot."

I took a deep breath, stood up, held the pistol, pointed it at his head, squinted my eyes, and spoke softly.

"You're not as amazing as you think."

"You're just a coward."

Hearing this, Qian Xian's face froze, as if his secrets had been discovered, but I continued talking regardless.

"There must be something out there that you care about."

"So you can stay here for such a long time with those monsters who can't communicate."

"You want to go out, you have something you care about."

“But when you realize that the outside world has collapsed, you will know that no matter how much you care, the people and things waiting for you have disappeared.”

"So, you decided to die because you no longer had the courage to live."

Qian Xian's breathing suddenly became rapid. He looked at me with his eyes wide open, and squeezed out a few words from between his gritted teeth.

"Nonsense, what do you know!"

I touched the pistol in my hand. The texture of the gun body was somewhat addictive. I suddenly smiled, looking at Qian Xian on the ground, and also looking at myself who had attempted suicide countless times in the past.

"When people live in this world, they always need something to think about."

"It could be a person or a thing."

"Because we humans are smart enough, we cannot live without worries."

"I have thought about ending it all. Sometimes, living requires more courage than dying."

As I said this, I took one last look at Qian Xian and pulled the trigger. Gunshots rang out and ice chips scattered. I looked at Qian Xian, who was losing consciousness and his life, and spoke softly.

"But unfortunately I don't have your luck."

"No one in this world can kill me."

I don’t know if Qian Xian heard the last words I said, his body started to twitch.

Come to think of it, I seem to have killed quite a few humans since the beginning of this reincarnation.

From the perspective of others, I may be a completely different person from my past self. I didn’t like killing so much before.

I stepped over Qian Xian's body and strode forward. I had plenty of time. Even without Qian Xian as my guide, I could use the time to search all the rooms here and then find the entrance to the third underground floor.

The dim glass maze returned to silence again. I strode through the glass maze, stepping over one corpse after another.

The atmosphere of deathly silence permeated the entire glass maze, like a rotten piece of wood, and I felt like I was walking in a huge tomb.

Apart from me, all that was left were corpses and unspeakable monsters.

When I meet Tongtong again, I want to tell her the story here. She will definitely like it.

Chapter 44: The Undead

After killing Qian Xian, I wandered around this ghost place for a long time, but found nothing.

Time passed by little by little, and my patience was gradually worn out. I encountered several monsters along the way, and I shot them all down with one shot.

It can be seen that Eden's research on biological weapons was ultimately an unfinished plan. After all, a biological weapon that cannot block a bullet is no better than a bullet.

As my patience wore away, I became more lax as I checked each room. I would open the glass door, take a quick look, and then turn and leave.

In every room I visited, I would put a bottle of Coke on the floor as a mark. After walking around for a long time, I finally found the stairs leading downwards in an inconspicuous room.

The glass steps were transparent and inconspicuous, and I almost missed them, thanks to a line of extremely conspicuous words on the wall of the room.

"There is a vicious dog inside. Anyone who enters without permission will not be punished."

This line looks like it was written by a child. It is obviously written by the same person as the previous crooked words, and the tone is equally unorthodox.

This line of words was obviously left here intentionally to draw people's attention to the hard-to-see glass staircase here.

I couldn't help but become more curious about this person. He might have died in the plan to silence people in the Garden of Eden, but he didn't seem to be afraid at all. Instead, he enthusiastically left these words on the wall to guide those who came later.

Of course, there are some death traps, and he's not such a nice guy.

I walked down the glass staircase. The staircase was in a spiral structure. The transparent glass made me take every step carefully in the dark, for fear that I would accidentally roll down the stairs.

After a while, I followed the glass stairs all the way to the core location of the base, the third underground floor.

This went even smoother than I thought it would.

The third underground floor is the only room not built with glass. The entire base is built in an inverted triangle shape, with each floor smaller than the previous one. There is only one room left on the third underground floor.

The whole room seemed to be made of metal. In front of the metal door, there was a display screen, fingerprint recognition, and digital keys. But unfortunately, because there was no electricity, these things had completely become scrap metal.

I stood in front of the gate and observed it carefully for a moment. The gate was very strong and it was impossible to break through it with human flesh.

After thinking for a moment, I sighed and raised my right hand. I saw the muscles in my right arm bulge rapidly and the blood vessels bulge. In a flash, it turned into a black monster arm.

I slightly bent my legs, took a deep breath, swung my mimicking arm, and punched the metal door hard.

Boom!

Amidst the dull sound, the metal door did not move at all, and the huge fist did not leave a single mark on the iron door.

This thing is really too hard.

I sighed helplessly, and my left arm swelled up instantly, turning into a black monster arm like my right arm. Then, I sank my body and suddenly punched out with both fists.

Boom! !

My fists landed on the metal door like cannonballs. I did not dare to stop for a moment. I swung my fists like the wind, hitting the metal door one punch after another, leaving dense fist afterimages in the air.

For a moment, it seemed as if countless fists fell on the metal door at the same time. The crackling sound of the fists rang out like raindrops. Under the intensive blows, the metal door gradually began to deform, leaving countless fist marks.

After nearly ten minutes of frantic hammering, the metal door made a loud muffled sound and shot backwards.

After the metal door fell down, thick dust filled the air, obscuring my vision. I was breathing heavily and sweating profusely. Such high-intensity blows, even if I hadn't used full-body camouflage, would have consumed my physical strength in a terrifying way.

"call……"

As I gasped, my arms slowly returned to normal. I took out a bottle of Coke, roughly unscrewed the cap, drank the whole bottle in one breath, and threw the bottle aside.

Without the reflection and refraction of the glass, the light emitted by the mimic tentacle lantern on my forehead was slightly dim, and in this deep darkness, it could only illuminate a distance of five steps.

I couldn't see the situation in the room clearly, so I could only approach slowly and take out the pistol again. I had consumed too much physical strength and there was no way to recover it in a short time, so I couldn't let anyone knock the pistol to the ground this time.

Just as I was groping carefully, I suddenly heard the sound of a button being pressed in the dark room.

Click. The next moment, there was a bright light. The cold white light instantly illuminated the entire room. My eyes couldn't stand the sudden light and felt a slight pain.

Is there still electricity in this damn place?

Instinctively I bent down, picked up the pistol, squinted my eyes, and looked around the room while adjusting to the light.

However, I saw that the whole room was much more normal than I had imagined. It had normal furniture, daily necessities, a TV, and even a foot-operated sewing machine. On a slightly old sofa, a man who looked extremely old was looking at me quietly.

I was slightly distracted, then took out the black-and-white photo from my pocket, compared the man's face in the photo, then looked at the old man in front of me, and said softly.

"Hello, you look much older than in the photo."

The man did not show any drastic change of emotion because of my arrival, he just spoke softly.

"That photo was taken two hundred years ago."

"Of course, younger than I am now."

Although he looks old, one can still tell from his eyes and eyebrows that he must have been a likable and handsome guy when he was young.