Single Dog Ending System

Walking in the city is definitely very dangerous.

However, if they walk indiscriminately, they may not be able to reach the base until the fuel in the car runs out, which is equally dangerous at that time.

"Hey... Go down here, it seems to be over at the City Hall..." Zhang Mao said, "There must be a map in the City Hall, as well as a museum, and there must be a museum! It's deserted here, not many people..."

"It should be said that there may not be many zombies."

"Have you been here yet?"

"Well... my uncle used to work in a museum and brought me here a few times."

"It's six o'clock, we have to hurry up. It's not clear what the zombies are like at night."

Going down from the high speed, there are very few vehicles on the roadside. The further up you go, the farther apart the buildings are. There are only one or two zombies wandering on the road, which is really deserted.

The car drove in for another two minutes, and they couldn't see the zombies at all. The surroundings were very quiet, so quiet that it made people panic.

"I always feel that something is not right..." Xiaofei swallowed and looked out the car window vigilantly.

"Me too…"

"It's so quiet here..."

"On Monday, there must be people working here, but..."

Ling Liang frowned and glanced at the rear-view mirror, his expression changed, and he quickly drove the car to the stairs of the museum: "Get off, hurry, enter the museum!"

"What's wrong…"

"Fuck! What the fuck!"

There is no need for Ling Liang to remind them now, because their line of sight is full of zombies, and they are surrounded by them from the front and rear. At first glance, there must be hundreds of them together. The zombies occupied all the road, and on this road, there are buildings on the left, and rivers and sculptures on the right, so there is no way for vehicles to pass.

Everyone hurriedly got out of the car and ran towards the museum. There is no way to do this. There were only a few small bombs made by He Qing before, but now there is only one left, which doesn't have much effect at all.

The speed of the zombies was very fast, and after they entered the museum, they caught up to the stairs.

"Run separately, this museum is classified, there is a door to the hall, lock the door when you enter!" Zhang Mao's voice trembled, but he still said loudly to everyone.

There are too many zombies. If you chase them in one direction, even if you can enter a safe room, you will be squeezed by the zombies to open the door, and everyone will die.

Fortunately, the design in the museum is curved and easy to hide. It happened to be Monday when the virus broke out, and the museum was open. Otherwise, today they are afraid that there is no chance of survival.

Ling Liang and Qin Lang ran to the third floor. There were no stairs in the museum. The main hall was designed with a sloped staircase. There was also an elevator on one side of the hall, but the elevator was too dangerous in this situation, and no one went. The third floor is the Primate Pavilion, and there is an office behind the pavilion.

Qin Lang ran to the office door, twisted the handle, there was no lock! When he opened the door, Ling Liang also prepared the weapon in his hand, so if there was one inside, he could deal with it in time.

The empty office, they remembered the label outside the door after they came in, this is the curator's office. The reason I remembered was that behind the desk facing the door, there was an old man sitting in the chair. The old man's complexion was gray and wrinkled, and it was described as haggard. His eye sockets were sunken, his mouth was wide open, and his gray pupils rolled after Qin Lang and the two entered the door.

Obviously, it's a zombie. It was still a bound zombie, which was why he saw Qin Lang and the others only roaring from their throats, but not rushing towards them. The office is not very big, with an unobstructed view and no other zombies, which made Qin Lang and the others relieved.

The two went over, and there was a knife on the table of the old zombie. The two looked at each other and used the knife to end the needless struggle of the zombies.

A photo on the desk was splattered with two drops of black blood. Qin Lang glanced at the photo, the old man smiled kindly, holding a golden monkey in his arms, and the little monkey curled the old man's arm with his tail lively, it is not difficult to see the intimacy between the two.

Qin Lang sighed and buttoned the photo frame face down.

"Did the curator want to commit suicide before?" Ye gradually came, Qin Lang curled up on the sofa and whispered.

"It should be. But maybe he couldn't do it, so he tied himself up with a rope." Ling Liang sat on the other end of the sofa, watching the last rays of light outside disappear into the sky, "It should be to protect someone. "

Qin Lang also sat up and confronted Ling Liang. He asked, "Ling Liang, can we reach the base alive?"

Ling Liang moved his eyes from the window to Qin Lang's face, he moved a few minutes, Qin Lang didn't hide, so he couldn't help reaching out and caressing Qin Lang's face.

Qin Lang's face pressed, and Ling Liang's hand was sandwiched between his shoulder and face.

Ling Liang laughed, but did not rush to pull his hand out of Qin Lang's oppression, "There will always be a way."

Qin Lang snorted and habitually said: "It's easy to put it, our current situation is that the zombies are besieging the city, and the roads are blocked, where is the solution? Unless, there is really an outbreak of power, fire and thunder, Burned them all at once..."

It was obviously a desperate situation, but Ling Liang could still laugh at this time. His palms felt Qin Lang's cheeks moving when he spoke, and his heart tickled slightly, "If I can't escape, I can die with you, it's not the worst."

Qin Lang was startled, pursed his lips, released Ling Liang's right hand, and did not speak for a long time. He had nowhere to put the food he had picked up at the convenience store before, so he put two packs in his pocket, took out one pack now, and shared part of it with Ling Liang.

Just two packs, I don't know how long it will last. Fortunately, there was still half a bucket of water in the water dispenser in the office, and the electricity was not cut off. The two boiled the water and drank a cup.

The moonlight is bright, distant and pure, and you can't see how **** and desperate it is under the moonlight.

"Is it cold?" Under the moonlight of Yingying, Ling Liang did not wait for Qin Lang to answer, so he took Qin Lang into his arms without authorization, took off the leather jacket that was torn by the zombies today, and put it on the two of them.

Qin Lang had lingering fears when he saw this dress: "Fortunately, it's my leather jacket..." There were not many clothes from the dormitory building before. This leather jacket belonged to Qin Lang, and Ling Liang has been wearing it since he came up to Yuanyang Lake.

The close-fitting clothes have been changed once or twice, but the jacket has not been changed. After all, in a time of life and death, who cares if the clothes are dirty? Just keep warm.

Ling Liang lowered his eyes and shifted his gaze from his clothes to Qin Lang's pink and round earlobes. He put his head on Qin Lang's shoulder, and when he spoke, he took a warm breath and hit Qin Lang's ear: "Yes, in this way, You saved me. Qin Lang, you are so kind."

"Hey..." Qin Lang blushed and shrank his neck, "Why are you teasing me these days... Ling Liang, shouldn't you be..."

"Yeah." Ling Liang didn't want to move, and wrapped his hands around Qin Lang's waist, hugging Qin Lang even tighter.

"Huh? Huh what? I...I haven't finished speaking yet." Qin Lang's heartbeat gradually accelerated, even though the thumping beat could be conveyed to Ling Liang, who was clinging to his back.

"It's what you think, Qin Lang, I like you." Ling Liang kissed someone's earlobe that had turned a shade darker from pink, and said, "I originally planned to wait until after the base... But now I'm afraid we The possibility of getting there is very small. This is probably the last few days we can live. I don't want to leave regrets at the end of my life. So, I admit it, I like you. "

Qin Lang, who was still tensing up and hiding, heard Ling Liang's words, his whole body softened, he leaned into Ling Liang's arms obediently, and seriously enjoyed this person's warm embrace. After all, their lives may be very difficult. It's almost over.

Ling Liang hugged Qin Lang even tighter, his deep voice mixed with joy and bitterness, "Little fool... Didn't you respond?"

Unexpectedly, Qin Lang, who had been silent for a while, suddenly turned his head and kissed him on the lips. A pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes looked at him in the moonlight: "Let's do it."

"..." Ling Liang reacted for a few seconds before confirming that Qin Lang said those words.

Those beautiful peach blossom eyes also showed sadness, "Just take it as an end to our 20-year short life."

They are dying. Although the museum is big, there are so many zombies chasing in. Even if they are not found, they will starve to death. In such a desperate situation, doing something that feels happy and beautiful is probably their last romance.

Ling Liang held Qin Lang's face and kissed Qin Lang back, with a faint smile on his lips, "You are wrong, I am one year older than you. I am twenty-one years..."

Qin Lang was pinned on the sofa, his mouth still pouting, he couldn't help but smile and said, "Yes, you are handsome, everything you say is right..."

Under the bright moonlight, Qin Lang's already pale body was as white as porcelain jade, very beautiful. Ling Liang kissed him inch by inch. He was the most devout believer, and he cherished every kiss.

The hoarse and unpleasant sounds of zombies still echoed in the museum, the air was filled with rotting deadness, and the night had just come. Under the torment of fear, the body that is different from the icy hotness of the moonlight, and the shallow breathing after repression, appear more moving and beautiful.

They embraced completely, not only the body but also the soul. The joy of delivering each other was a beauty that Ling Liang had never experienced before, which made him addicted.

They were in the clouds, and they didn't notice that the lock of the office door was opened a crack from the outside, and then quickly closed.

A few seconds later, Ling Liang stopped, glanced at the office, and paused for a second on the little monkey wax figure on the desk - it could be seen that the curator loved little monkeys, and the wax figure was originally there.

It doesn't seem strange.

"What's wrong?" Qin Lang's eyes glowed with water, and his slightly hoarse voice was also very pleasant.

"No..." Ling Liang was about to say that it was probably his illusion that someone was looking at them, when he saw Qin Lang's flushed face turn pale, and hurriedly pushed him away from him, instinctively extending his arm to block it.

Ling Liang was stunned for half a second, then immediately picked up the knife on the sofa and coffee table and stabbed the murderer who suddenly attacked them - a golden monkey.

Ling Liang stabbed very accurately, hitting the little monkey's head, however, Qin Lang had already been bitten - in order to save him. Blood was gurgling out of his pale arms and dripping on the sofa.

The knife in his hand "jing dang" fell to the ground. Ling Liang, who was disheveled, quickly took off his shirt that was still half hanging on him, and hurriedly covered Qin Lang's arm.

Ling Liang, who had always been calm, had a heartbeat that was chaotic at this moment, trembling all over his body, panic was written all over his delicate face, and his pale lips were mumbling something.

Qin Lang listened attentively, and seemed to say, "No...it'll be fine..."

The temperature in the room dropped suddenly, like falling into an ice cellar, and the coolness traveled down the limbs to the heart.

Ling Liang stood beside the sofa, the only shirt left was gone, his face was bloodless, and he held Qin Lang's injured arm. This was supposed to be a funny scene, but Qin Lang couldn't laugh at all. He twitched hard in his heart and turned his eyes slightly to hide some emotions.

Qin Lang was half-kneeling on the sofa, and Ling Liang bandaged him and wiped the blood for him. After watching him finish all this useless work, he sighed heavily and said in the calmest tone, "Ling Liang, I am infected. now..."

"No!" Ling Liang immediately retorted, "No, no zombies bite you. You will be fine..."

"Don't be like this, Ling Liang." Qin Lang's eyes blushed, and he choked on Ling Liang's face with his intact left hand, "You and I have both seen it, the little monkey has lost his entire shoulder, and his eyes are like zombies..."

Ling Liang laughed out loud: "No, it will open the door with the key, and it will close the door when it is opened. How does it look like it has been infected?"

As if it was a particularly funny joke, Ling Liang couldn't stop laughing, tears welling up from the corners of his eyes. But Qin Lang knew that the tears were not from a smile.

But they all understood that the golden monkey was indeed infected. It may be a habit of the little monkey to open and close the door with the key. After opening the door to the owner, he will be rewarded.

Qin Lang hugged Ling Liang's trembling body distressedly, "Ling Liang... I'm sorry."

Ling Liang hugged Qin Lang so hard that he wanted to rub Qin Lang into his blood. He closed his eyes and said hoarsely, "It's okay, I will accompany you. Don't be afraid, I will always accompany you. I will lock the door. Die, in a few hours...you eat me, and we'll be together forever..."

[Ding, Ling Liang - favorability +10, current favorability is 90. ]

Qin Lang's heart was hit hard by something, and he twitched in pain, and his limbs were weak.

He has always felt that the favorability is just a series of values, and whether it is consistent with his original intention and how much it has reached is still debatable. He is not afraid of pain or death, just because this is just a game, even if he is in pain, he will die, it is not true.

Yet this man could say such things to him.

Even if two people in love, one of them becomes a zombie, the other should choose to kill the lover and then commit suicide. But Ling Liang chose to let him eat him - even though he turned into a zombie, he couldn't hurt him.

A favorability rating of 90 is not enough for Ling Liang to do this. He can't imagine how much this person loves him.

He suddenly wanted to go back to his world, see this man, and ask him, do they know each other?