Infinite resurrection of doomsday death

Hanging sadness on your face hurts others, and hiding your sadness in your heart hurts yourself.

The disappearance of Luo Yumei’s death instantly spread throughout the entire safety zone, and everyone who heard the news was shocked.

Luo Yumei’s son was the former ruler of the safe zone, so after her death, many supernatural beings who were friendly with Luo Tian before his death hurriedly came and began to mourn and begin to deal with the aftermath for Luo Yumei.

Countless people gathered in the streets, their voices were full of chatter.

However, Zhang Datang couldn’t hear anything, he only felt the death-like silence around him.

“It’s okay.” Peony spoke, feeling complicated.

“It’s okay.”

Zhang Datang was slightly gloomy: “I just feel a little abrupt, when I met Aunt Luo last night, she was very sunny, and she kept laughing.. Even the whole feeling she gave me was positive, and I admired her at the time…”

It’s such a kind of person… but suddenly committed suicide.

“In the last days, everyone’s spirit is tense.” Peony spoke: “The spirit is tense to a realm and will crack.” ”

The most terrifying thing about Doomsday is not the monster, but his atmosphere.

The end of the world, simply explained, is the last day of the world.

The beginning represents hope, and the end represents despair.

The most terrifying part of the apocalypse lies in his ability to quickly destroy humanity’s faith and hope for living.

If hope is gone, the man: Just damn it.

Luo Yumei’s husband died at the hands of the monster, and her son also died at the hands of the monster.

Her beliefs and outlook on life have completely collapsed, and under such circumstances, she did not choose to cry loudly, but chose to continue to suppress.

There is only one result of this, mental breakdown, and then suicide.

“Do you have someone you particularly want to protect?” For some reason, Peony suddenly asked such words.

Zhang Datang was extremely affirmative, and then directly spoke, firming his previous thoughts: “My sister.” ”

“Kyoto?” Peony asked.

“Yes.” Zhang Datang nodded: “I’m going to Kyoto.” ”

If people live for the belief in their hearts, then the old sister is Zhang Datang’s belief.

Luo Yumei’s funeral was very sloppy, almost completely mechanized, but it was this burial method that made onlookers extremely envious.

“You found out that Luo Yumei committed suicide?”

At this time, a tall middle-aged man came, the middle-aged man was full of muscles, and his strength was fearful.

Zhang Atang responded: “Yes. ”

“Who are you?” The middle-aged man asked with an interrogation in his tone: “Why did you come to Luo Yumei’s house?” ”

This repressed feeling was very uncomfortable, and Peony’s brows furrowed: “We are not monsters, so please put away your powers, thank you.” ”

Squinting, the middle-aged man retracted his power, and his power was to change the concentration of carbon dioxide in the air within three meters of the surrounding area.

Just now he increased the carbon dioxide concentration to 0.1%-0.15%, which is uncomfortable, so it gives people a depressing feeling.

This kind of power looks very weak on the surface, but when you think about it, it is extremely powerful.

If the carbon dioxide concentration is increased to 0.3%-0.4%, then the person around him will breathe deeper, and symptoms such as headaches and tinnitus will occur.

If it exceeds 50%, then the blood of the people around him will become sour… Think about the horror!

“You’re a police officer?” Zhang Datang has not fully adapted to the end times, so he still calls this kind of person investigating cases police officers.

The middle-aged man glanced at Zhang Datang with a smile: “I am the person in charge of the eastern part of the Qingzhou City Safety Zone, and if I insist on a name, I can indeed be called a police officer.” ”

Bandits like to pretend to be Sven, and this is what he is.

“You two are superpowers.” At a glance, seeing through everything, the aura emitted from the body of the supernatural and the ordinary person is inherently different.

The middle-aged man was going to conduct a simple investigation, but now he suddenly changed his mind.

He suddenly felt that he could use Luo Yumei’s death to do some small bad things.

This bad thing does not need to be done by him, he only needs to lie a little and create some scams to do it.

And this scam….

Smiling, the middle-aged man looked at Zhang Datang.