Traveler, High School Student, Homeless

"It's not just that one. The zombies in Raccoon City are infected with the T virus, which is different from the virus in Harlan City." Neville shook his head at this time and said, "This virus is more mutated, and it can not only infect Humans and animals can also be infected and mutated. According to Mr. Leon, there are more dangerous things in the sewers of Raccoon City. Their investigation team has been there several times, and they have suffered tragic casualties each time, but The end result is knowing that the sewers are full of twisted chunks of meat."

At the end, the two men showed heavy expressions.

"Zombies..."

Kamijou Touma fell into a brief silence.

From the moment I came to this place, I was told that there are most of the terrible things entrenched in this city.

If you don't get your head blown off, you won't die completely, and you thirst for fresh flesh tirelessly. As long as you are bitten, you will be infected, and there is no vaccine, only a blocker that can temporarily delay the infection, and even this blocker must rely on There are no conditions for the production of air-dropped humanitarian relief supplies in the city.

It sounds full of unreality, like a scene in some kind of novel movie.However, after seeing the deserted city in front of him, the boy had to believe these things again.

"So, what's the matter with those buildings that are submerged in the water over there?"

Kamijou Touma hesitated for a moment, then asked aloud.

"That's where I came from, and that's New York City, or part of New York City."

Neville showed a complicated expression.

"Like Harlan and Raccoon City, the New York City I live in is also a place where zombies are rampant. No, they can't be called zombies anymore. In short, it is also a kind of nocturnal movement similar to night devils, with a strong body but afraid of ultraviolet rays Animals. But unlike night devils, those things... They have established a community similar to social animals. Some of them maintain a cruel and bloodthirsty nature and will kill humans, but the other part has already possessed a certain degree of sociality .They create traps, form families and groups, and some even conduct simple transactions with humans."

"...However, they don't welcome me. Unfortunately, you were rescued by me, so you also have my smell on you. I'm sure those guys will hate you very much, so if you meet them , is not much different from encountering night devils."

As he spoke, the man named Neville let out a somewhat self-deprecating laugh.

It seems that there is a very complicated story.

Kamijou Touma hesitated to ask, but in the end he didn't ask.The other party deliberately avoided this issue. Naturally, there was a reason for it. Although the teenager lost his memory, he did not forget some basic common sense in interpersonal relationships.

"Ugh..."

He was about to ask some more questions, but he turned his head a little faster, and there was a slight breeze blowing on the roof.Almost immediately, Kamijou Touma felt a pain in his head, and his body trembled involuntarily.

"Don't use too much force, your injury is not healed yet."

While talking, Neville took out a towel and wiped the blood oozing from Kamijou Touma's forehead.

"I always feel like the wind is pouring into my head."

Kamijou Touma shivered and complained.

"It's not like, there was indeed a wind blowing into your head just now."

Neville said so, and tightened the gauze covering the hole in Kamijou Touma's forehead.

"Ha, I always feel like I heard something terrible just now."

Realizing something, Kamijou Touma showed a shocked expression.

"Not all materials can be used to repair the skull, so as you guessed, your head now has a hole about one centimeter in diameter, which runs from the front to the back of the head. If there is a blowing wind in the future, the wind is real. It can blow in through your head and come out the back."

Neville's words made Kamijou Touma's body tremble again.

"Really, it's hard to laugh. Do you think I won't die from an infection? With such a big hole, it's easy for bacteria to get in, right?"

Kamijou Touma, who thought of something, continued to complain.

"In fact, you should have died a long time ago. It's unbelievable that you are still alive. In addition, you don't have to worry about infection. Your physique seems to be much better than ordinary people. In the past few days of treatment, I found that the inside of your brain wound , that is, the brain tissue in the hole has formed something like a protective film around the exposed part, which can block fine dust. So as long as no sharp gadgets float into your head, you will be fine. But Even so, you still have to wash your brain every now and then, ah no, wash the holes in your head."

Neville suggested seriously.

"How can I wash such a small hole!"

Kamijou Touma finally couldn't help complaining loudly.

"Pour in the water and wash it, it should be fine if you move lightly."

Crane on the side guessed and said, while Neville nodded in agreement.

"It's a big problem. Can you say such a horrible thing like pouring water into the hole in the head?"

Kamijou Touma felt an unreasonable sense of terror.

"As a doctor I think it's a very common way to unfold."

Neville retorted very seriously.

"This is an ordinary ghost!"

I complained loudly again, probably because I was a little emotional, and the wound on my head hurt again.

Kamijou Touma grinned in pain, while Neville took out a towel and wiped the blood that flowed from the hole in the boy's head.

"It's a good choice to vent your emotions by yelling properly. Your brain function is not seriously damaged. It seems that only the past memory has been damaged. There are no problems in the areas that continue to acquire new memories and the areas that build emotional personality. It's a blessing in misfortune. It's just that you still have to learn to control your emotions in the future, your brain is much more active than ordinary people, if you are too excited, it may flow out due to brain congestion//blood."

Neville suggested very seriously.

"Although I really want to complain about something, but forget it, let's do it now..."

Kamijou Touma sighed helplessly.

Starting today, will I continue to live with a hole in my head?

But according to the doctor, he was shot in the head by a pistol?Although I don't know what kind of bullet it is, but generally speaking, when modern firearms enter from one side of a person's body and fly out from the other side, the wound caused should be larger than the point of entry, right?Why is there only a small penetrating hole in his head?I always feel that this kind of wound is more like an electric drill than a gunshot.

Tsk, this kind of statement feels even more terrifying. What the hell did I do to be tortured like this?

Kamijou Touma sighed heavily in his heart.

【You... no... you are not... you... a hero...】

Kamijou Touma was slightly taken aback by the sudden, indistinct voice.

He turned his head and looked at his right hand.For a moment, Kamijou Touma seemed to hear the voices of many people shouting and crying, and the voices of many people trying their best to say something and tell him something.

But soon, the boy blinked and found that he didn't hear any sound.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?"

As a doctor, Neville immediately noticed Kamijou Touma's abnormality.

"Just now... I seem to hear a lot of people talking in my right hand?"

Kamijou Touma showed a bewildered expression.

"It should be some kind of hallucination after the brain was injured. Don't bask in the sun for now. I'll take you back and check again."

Neville, who was concerned about the patient, immediately pushed Kamijou Touma to return to the ward.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, you haven't told me what's going on with that spaceship."

Remembering what he forgot to ask just now, Kamijou Touma pointed to the spaceship that collapsed a mountain and hurriedly asked.

The horror topic of being cut in the head completely diverted his attention, so that when he was about to be sent back to the ward, he realized that he had completely ignored a conspicuous thing.Kamijou Touma began to suspect that not only his memory was damaged, but other functions in his brain might also be affected a lot.

"That... to be honest, we don't know either."

Crane shook his head.

"The spaceship crashed there two months ago. The spaceship itself is solid. It seems that there is a layer of energy protection net or something. We can't get in at all, so we don't know what's inside. But the spaceship is really strong. The strange thing is that the local government that blocked here has not sent anyone to investigate the spaceship at all in the past two months, as if ignoring it, maybe there is something very dangerous inside."

"But it's also possible that they don't care about anything that happens here. I recently heard some news from the outside world. I heard that the situation in our city has been concealed until now. Except for the local government, Nobody knows what's going on here."

At the end of Kelan's speech, he shrugged helplessly.

"What happened outside?"

Kamijou Touma, who had been pushed back into the elevator, asked curiously.

"No one knows what's going on outside, we've been locked in this city, and hardly get any news from the outside world."

This time it was Neville who answered Touma Kamijou.

"However, some people suspect that this phenomenon of splicing together different worlds and different cities does not only happen in Harlan, but also in other places, and we have heard some news that there seems to be a brand new city. A powerful regime has been established in this kind of world integration."

"However, the local regime in Harlan City has not been greatly impacted, so Harlan City, which is a scandal, remains isolated. No one cares about it, no one cares, and those humanitarian airdrops have been constantly decreasing. Maybe one day it will be gone. But it is also possible that a nuclear bomb will be dropped on our heads and we will be completely wiped out. This situation is discussed by all of us, but the use of destructive weapons will definitely be destroyed by other regimes. found, so I think it should be unlikely to happen."

In the voice of Crane and Neville, the elevator reached the floor of the medical area, and Kamijou Touma was pushed towards the examination room.

"All in all, whether you like it or not, Kid Kamijou, now that you're here, it's hard to leave here."

Finally, Kelan showed a somewhat bitter smile to Kamijou Touma.

"The darkness and cruelty of this city, you will soon witness with your own eyes the reality of this nightmare city of the dead."

Chapter 230 Three: The boy is on the tower

What did I... have I forgotten?

In the blurry world, a familiar voice seemed to be heard.

Unrememberable faces, people walking beside him, a figure with a gentle smile, a figure holding a samurai sword indifferently, and a figure with snow-white long hair who is always by his side.Obviously so familiar, but no matter what, I can't remember them, I can't remember their appearance, I can't remember their names.

Then, the boy opened his eyes.

"Did you dream again?"

In the slightly monotonous room with only a hard bed, a small table and a wardrobe, the boy slowly got up.

The boy's name was Kamijou Touma, and this was his tenth day of waking life in the building.

Even though he said so, the young man actually didn't have much real feeling for the name "Kamijo Touma" itself. After seeing this name on an invitation card, he just instinctively felt that this name should belong to him, so So he called himself down.

A boy without a past, living in a tower of survivors in the land of the dead.

"The Tower" is what the people in this building call it.

Surrounding this urban area are large areas of slums, dilapidated, dirty, crowded and chaotic, and they are settlements for people living in poverty.The building where the survivors live is one of the very few high-rise buildings in the entire slum, and it even has its own elevator.It is said that a shopping complex was originally planned to be built here, and then various infrastructures were gradually rolled out to gradually transform this slum into a developed area. Because of this, this building is called a high tower, which means Guide people out of poverty.

But this meaning has also become empty talk following the disaster.

Yes, to describe this matter, the only word that can be used is disaster.

Kamijou Touma looked down at the ground below from the balcony.

The skin is rotten, and even emits foul-smelling smoke. People with various fester marks on their bodies are wandering unsteadily in the streets.

The eyes of these "people" are empty, and there is no trace of human emotion in them. Some of their bodies have been dilapidated to an indescribable degree, their lips are torn to expose their teeth, their stomachs have a big hole, or Hands and feet are missing.These bloody things don't seem to die, no matter how mutilated their bodies are, they are still moving, walking tremblingly, and making strange and unrecognizable sounds from their mouths from time to time.

They, no, they should be said, they are the infected, bloodthirsty creatures called "zombies" who were once human but no longer.

"A disaster?"

The young man muttered to himself in a low voice.