She also had a day when she rolled over

Chapter 250 The truth of the world (47)

The claw crab wrapped by her also felt the temperature of the flames and the choking smell of the smoke.

It didn't dare to say anything, and complained to An Yiran in its heart: Damn, this thief woman actually destroyed her own house.

When she left home, she didn't actually feel the loss or sadness she imagined. Instead, she felt relieved that many things were on the right track.

Half a day ago, new rules were unlocked.

[The truth of the world—Congratulations to the host, the plot is now coming to an end and you have successfully opened your personal background. 】

[Background (personal) - "An Yiran's" self-narration. 】

"When the end comes, time even changes its way of counting. The whole world uniformly defines the day when the disaster strikes as the "end of the world year."

I don’t know why humans don’t start recording the diary from the day the world completely fell, and I don’t know how long everyone can live. I don’t know the meaning of this definition is hope-if some humans are lucky enough to survive, or if there is a new generation of humans, With the emergence of civilization, someone can study this period of history so that the world will not be forgotten.

Or are they afraid of hurting the self-esteem of those in power, and they want to appear to have resisted for a few more years.

Obviously the country has been very good at controlling things in the past few years, and I thought everything was on the right track. However, the National Alien Species Supervision Bureau came to tell me that there were irreversible traces of a person's life in my house.

Traces of life?

I heard them say this and my heart skipped a beat. Do you know the meaning of this word? There are not traces of irreversible people, but traces of life, and the country knows them all.

I watched my parents, who had worked hard all their lives, being put in special handcuffs, and even their rooms were sealed and controlled with electronic locks.

Suddenly a young policeman called their captain, and I followed him to see. I heard them whispering something, and then the man called the captain turned to me and asked: "Little girl, is there anyone else in your family?"

I shook my head and told him honestly that there was no one else.

The police she mentioned could also investigate, and they also knew that she had no aunts, uncles, or grandparents. She and her parents were the only ones in the family.

So I know that my parents have been infected, and she has to find a way to hide her parents even at the risk of having her neck bitten off.

I know this is wrong, but I can't sacrifice myself for all mankind. I need my parents, I need love, I was born with my parents' expectations. I don't know what saving the world has to do with me. , want me to do it for the world, why no one comes to save my parents?

The person called Team He unlocked the electronic lock, and a team of people simultaneously raised their dark gun barrels and pointed them inside. The youngest police officer stayed with me to protect my safety.

Captain He turned on the light in the master bedroom, and the corner cabinet that was supposed to be embedded in the corner became a secret door. At this time, the door was open and there was no one inside.

Team He led people to confirm that there was no one in the room, and he initially came to a conclusion, that is, there were traces of irreversible people in this narrow dark room.

The young police officer in charge of recording asked me: "Do you know there is this darkroom at home?"

I shook my head, how could there be a darkroom in my house.

He didn't hide it from me and told the story exactly: "According to your guess, do your parents know the existence of the darkroom? Because according to the analysis of our inspectors, the smell in the darkroom should belong to the same uncollected mutant. If so If a new mutant emerges, the whole world will fall again."

I told them that our whole family did not know the existence of this darkroom.

I just listened to what they said, and with permission, I went to see the darkroom with my own eyes.

What kind of darkroom was that? It was only narrow enough for two slender people to stand together, and they were so close together that it was like a double coffin.

I stood there and found that there was a mirror in front of me. I could see the entire master bedroom through it. Including my parents, our whole family thought that they were infected because they mistakenly consumed mutant meat. Unexpectedly, this turned out to be a man-made disaster.

I felt like there was always a line of sight staring at me from behind. The shuddering feeling like being stared at by a wild beast made me feel a thrill coming from my tailbone and rushing towards the top of my head.

An irreversible person with an IQ even higher than that of a human being has been monitoring my parents here for who knows how many years.

I smashed the mirror in front of me with one punch, and the glass shards cut into my flesh and blood, and the slag mixed with my blood.

"Save my parents! Please!" I just knelt down. I couldn't think of anything else to do besides asking for help in such a humble way.

I didn't care that my knees and hands were bruised and bruised, and my skin was blown away by glass shards. I wanted to say it.

"I'm sorry, we haven't invented a control drug for those who are irreversible." The implication is that those who are irreversible will only be executed.

In the three years since the end of the world, the whole world has completely fallen.

Why do you feel so lonely? It was empty, and I felt as if I had forgotten something again.

Why do you keep doing the same thing every day? A cycle of exactly the same life.

Get up, take a shower, eat; go to school, graduate, work, get married, die.

Who stipulated this? really weird.

No sadness, no anxiety, just a little confused.

A strange voice in my head screamed at me: "If only the pain would end."

I don’t know how many times I have heard this voice since my parents left me.

Finish? End who? me?

I still like to deal with whoever brings me pain.

The world has completely fallen, the alien bureau is no longer functional, and death is only a matter of time.

I want to bet that the irreversible person who spied on my parents will definitely come back.

There must be some special reason why he chose this place.

I took out the uneaten meat that had been stashed in the refrigerator a few years ago. I thought that my parents would become infected after eating this mutated meat.

Later, the young police officer told me: "You will indeed be infected if you eat this, but it will not turn into a high-end mutant."

I didn't know why at the time, I didn't tell them that the mutated meat was actually still frozen in my refrigerator.

That came in handy at this moment.

I cooked the meat in water and ate it. I didn't care what the taste was, and I didn't use any seasonings, because everything could be solved tonight.

I was lying on the bed calmly in my nightgown. I heard that mutants can tell whether each other is the same species by the smell of each other's blood, so I cut my hands and feet open, and blood was pouring out from all my limbs.

She didn't know whether it was because she was bleeding too much or because she was just too tired. She became a little drowsy. "