from Xingyuan

Everyone in the city is a zombie.

Not everyone is satisfied with college life. For example, Luther, a country boy in Lanju Village, is not used to living in a four-person dormitory. With the money he earned from working for two months, he moved out of the dormitory. The workshop industrial park in Rivera City rented a house.

As an engineering student, such a choice is not bad. Although he did not enter a top university, the college he studied in is also a capital college, which is definitely much better than the local one. His studies are not particularly busy. My life is free and unrestrained, certainly not bad, but day after day, it gets more and more boring.

Adults always say that people who go to big cities will become parts in factories. Luthor doesn't think so. He thinks he is different. That said, it's also unique.

Until he was busy on the streets of the city, where he lived - school - part-time job, this kind of life of three points and one line day after day made him completely lose his original self-confidence.

The busy and boring daily life and high prices make him sell his dreams for money. Dina is always not enough to spend. No matter how much money he earns, he can't change his inner anxiety. The material comparison of people around him makes him feel inferior. Then he became numb, and the classmates were always talking about academic qualifications and postgraduate entrance examinations for Ph. D. Cases came to him one after another, making Luther, a boy from the countryside, hear the term "the devaluation of academic qualifications" for the first time.

Introversion and pressure ate up Luthor's soul. The uniqueness he was once proud of seemed extremely small and ridiculous under the assembly-line interstellar metropolis.

Everyone in the city is a zombie.

Early in the morning, Luther opened the door of the apartment, and the neighbor's headless body rolled down the stairs without him noticing.

Walking through the street with his head down, he looked like a zombie, his eyes were dull and insensitive, and he was dizzy from the report he had been rushing all night yesterday.So much so that the security guard at the door was torn apart in front of him by a tall and strong soldier in agricultural uniform, and his intestines and lumbar spine were torn off together, so he couldn't detect it.

None of the four members of the research team was doing anything, and today he was going to report on stage.

Luther turned on the magic projection while walking, repeatedly revising and confirming that his modeling and form were all right with dark circles under his eyes. The cold numbers and magic radiation made his eyes sting, but he had to continue writing.

A chubby head fell to Luther's feet. He kicked it out without even thinking about it, and shouted habitually without raising his head: "Little Jack, this is 47 times. You are not allowed to play ball on the road!"

Perhaps because he was too tired, he didn't notice that Little Jack's body was hanging on the street lamp, being charred.

'It's a white light now, please pass. '

The blood-stained signal lights began to flicker, and Luther crossed the road with a projector in his hand. The streets on both sides were filled with dilapidated burning cars and corpses of mounts. The crows in the sky were constantly circling, mosquitoes, flies and ghouls were vying to uncover the truth. A woman's long skirt-or is this not a shameful harassment, after all, the woman only has the lower body.

Luther walked along the street, walked skillfully into the cheap convenience store, pulled open the refrigerator door, and took out fried egg sandwiches and lemon soda from it.

He temporarily switched the information rune to the payment page, and the self-service checkout was completed. He lowered his head and picked up the things. He did not forget to politely say to the proprietress who opened her heart physically at the door:
"Good morning, Aunt Anna."

He broke into the empty subway station, trotted all the way and jumped off the escalator where the corpses were strewn all over the place, and waited for more than ten seconds with his toes on the ground. Focusing on Luther's figure.

hum-

The train pulled into the station, the door opened, Luther stepped on the train in a daze, and found a seat skillfully to sit down. He was so familiar with this train that he had to sit every day, especially the armrest on the far right side of this row of seats. Sitting is a young stylish female mage in black stockings.

After going back and forth, Luther had long been familiar with the female mage. He looked down slightly, and saw those beautifully shaped calves wrapped in black stockings, stepping into the high heels in an orderly manner, and immediately felt a little relief.

"It's great to see you again, Miss Ruth, are you busy today?"

While revising the draft of the report, Luther talked and laughed with the lady next to him:

"I have to go on stage later, but I saw that this outfit is the only one I can wear—hey, I really want to graduate early and earn money to buy decent clothes so that I can meet people."

He unpacked the sandwich, devoured it voraciously, and settled it, drinking the drink with one hand and typing quickly with the other.

The female mage on the side seemed to be in a bad mood today, and she didn't talk to her. She sat quietly by the side, like a corpse. Luthor glanced at her: she put her hands on her lap and stared calmly ahead, as if she was thinking. own loss.

But this is normal, in the city, everyone has their own troubles.

Crackling, crackling, crackling——

The virtual keyboard was tapped rapidly, the train stepped into the ground, and passed through the bloody city from the viaduct. Explosions and gunpowder smoke rose everywhere. Like spiders or cockroaches, the pioneers in the colony were like spiders or cockroaches, wantonly climbing on the walls of the building, smashing the glass , using tentacles with suction cups to dig living people out of them.

[The train is about to arrive ahead: Bigrade Gate Station]
"Okay! It's finally done, no problem now!"

Luther put away the projector excitedly, breathed a sigh of relief, and glanced at the beautiful mage next to her. She was still so peaceful and beautiful, sitting there quietly, staring ahead, with a beautiful face, like a statue, without any flaws.

"Miss Ruth, you must be very busy today, so I won't bother you..."

Miss Ruth sat there quietly, her eyes were clear, her makeup was exquisite, and she lived like an urban beauty and a social elite.

Luther was blushing, pretending to be drinking an empty soda, and avoiding looking away, for fear of being caught peeking at the embarrassing appearance of the other party.

"People in my hometown say that everyone in the city is a zombie."

He whispered, afraid that the other party would hear, and also afraid that the other party would not hear:

"But you're not, Miss Ruth. You're special—"

Kakacha!

Suddenly there was a piercing voice on the radio:

"Urgent notification! Urgent notification: A group of terrorists, armed with military uniforms, launched a terrorist attack on our city! All citizens and friends, please stay at home immediately, do not go out, and wait for the rescue of the military and police forces!"

In the train cab, the soldier in uniform slowly raised his head from the withered body of the captain.

"The identity of the terrorist is confirmed as a felon in the Abyss—the crescent moon!"

The soldier in the colonial suit raised his hand and tore open his chest, revealing the imprint of the blue crescent moon on his heart.

"I emphasize again: All citizens and friends, please stay at home immediately, do not go out, and wait for the rescue of the military and police forces!"

[Dimensional Bomb Confirmed Launch]

"Don't go out! Don't go out! Don't—"

Squeak!

The first half of the carriage disappeared in an instant, and the train braked suddenly. Luther's body flew out instantly, and Miss Ruth at the side immediately fell on him and fell into his arms.

"...Fuck! What the hell is this!"

After a while, Luther came back to his senses. He stood up from the shattered compartment and helped Miss Ruth stand up:

"Did you hear the news just now? There may be terrorists around here, Miss Ruth, we have to leave quickly..."

He suddenly realized that something was wrong. Although it was not the first time he hugged a girl's waist, he always felt that the hand felt a little strange. The fingertips inserted into Miss Ruth's slender waist were sticky and wet. When he stroked carefully, he could still feel the stickiness. The slippery soft tube falls off the fingertips.

Tick, tick...

Luther turned his head stiffly, and looked at Miss Ruth's face: she was still quiet and beautiful, as elegant and noble as a marble goddess.

It's a pity that this statue is only in half, extending from the center of the eyebrows, and cutting it straight and symmetrically.

People say, don't like a girl's appearance, like her inside.

Luther clearly saw what was inside under Miss Ruth's beautiful appearance: a mass of entangled broken intestines, only half of a lung lobe and steaming kidneys. His fingertips were not just around her waist, but It was applied directly to the waist.

At that moment, Luther understood that it was really not easy to like a girl.

He put Miss Ruth down - or Miss 'Rose'.

Luther turned his head, and the sound of magic and destruction was heard all over the city, and the flesh and blood wriggling sound of the pioneer soldiers in costumes "Guji Guji" sounded funny and cute. Coupled with the monotonous and pure gaze, it seemed a bit natural from a distance.

But when they took to the streets and used blood coagulation guns to tear the living people into pieces, their innocent eyes didn't look so cute anymore.

In particular, they set their sights on Luther.

....................................

The Night Butterfly Federation's 'Bright' class battleship turned on stealth mode, passed through the sea of ​​clouds, and hovered in the air.

The waning moon is like a monarch, he occupies the seat of shadows.Leisurely, sitting on the clouds, the whole Trivira was trampled under his feet, and the soldiers in uniforms were slaughtering the streets and cities, and the murmurs of muscular creeps and the screams and mournful screams of the crowd rang out in unison.

People's pleasure is nothing more than to watch the chaos grow, to watch the killing expand, to watch the blood flow into the sea, and to see the corpse pile up into the mountain.

"Now, Trivella is completely under our control, Dad!"

Mo Zilan said excitedly:

"It's unbelievable that an interstellar civilization was invaded into the back garden by a diaspora bandit like us."

"What is a diaspora bandit?" Wan Yue sneered: "The days of interstellar pirates are over. From now on, we are warlords."

After painstaking efforts and lurking for many years, a full 3 armored soldiers have been invested in Trivira, and the sunk cost of them has been beyond calculation.

But as long as they get the fragments of the discerning eye, that taboo knowledge will definitely make them recoup the cost.