National Fate Survival: One person, one knife, massacre the forbidden area

In this metropolis.

Under the dark sky, whole towns are dead.

The power network of the town is completely paralyzed, there are no lights on the streets, and the central part of the city is dark and silent.

In this gloomy town, there is not a single trace of scientific culture as far as the eye can see.

The icy atmosphere lingered under the bright lights, making the whole city seem to have fallen into an ice cave.A layer of hoarfrost covered the road, gradually invading the bodies of passers-by.

That generation was a resident of Anta County and was beaten to death due to a stroke.

The human body of that generation is getting colder and colder under the frost, and the breathing is getting weaker and weaker...

In the dark, the life of the city is dying.

At this moment, two bright lights rose from opposite sides of the street, passed through the dark silence, and fell on the bodies of passers-by who had collapsed on the ground.

"Elder Deng Manbu, there is someone else here!" A young voice came from the darkness.

Continuing, the two lights approached quickly.The other generation was two figures in dark red cloaks, with flashlights in their hands, their lips were purple from the cold.

Deng walked quickly to the side of the overwhelmed pedestrian, put his hand under his nose for a while, and then touched his hot forehead, his cheek was very serious.

"Yes, but the infectious contagion has blown his soul away. He has a high fever. He won't last long."

Deng Su bent down, carried the man on his back, took a deep breath, and walked slowly to the other side of the street.

The young man at his side picked up another passerby and followed behind him, but his pace stopped.

"Mr. Deng, don't you need to take a break?" We have been looking for 19 hours, and you are still feverish... If you continue like this, before Allah can save these people, you will throw yourself into Luoshan. "He asked a little worriedly.

Deng glanced at him while shopping, "Xiao Shao, it doesn't get in the way."

"Then..."

"Don't be cumbersome." Deng glanced at the gloomy town, and said calmly: "We are the only two awake in this city right now." Just waiting to die.The young man watched Teacher Deng go away, sighed, and followed him quietly.

His name is Jia Yingming, he is 19 years old this year, and he has just finished his new night shift from the training camp this year. Because he failed to complete the assessment, he was transferred to the 332 team of Anta County to be stationed...

When he stepped into the dilapidated Forestry Bureau, he saw Deng stepping out of the house wearing a coat. There was a layer of indifferent hoarfrost in the room, but he thought his way out was bleak.

A broken city, a broken house, only alone.

Of course, when he joins the scene, it becomes two people.

Before coming to Anta County, for Jia Xianming, a native of the south, his long life in the north was a nightmare.He doesn't know what is real ice and what is extreme cold.

The only thing they used to resist the cold, except for an unreliable heater, was a bad little stove.

Fortunately, Captain Deng Man is great and takes good care of him daily, but he really can't bear the harsh environment here. He really can't imagine how Deng Anbu lived alone here for so long.

Doesn't he feel pain?
Jia Yingming converted to Team 332. It was only one and a half months ago, but he quietly wrote three documents for transfer application, and none of them were handed over to the top of the night shift. This unexpected change shattered all the hopes he had.

The spirit of the wind, the world outside, the mist, the strange light...

Jia Yingming never dreamed that something that an ordinary night watchman would never encounter in his life actually happened to his body!
Thinking that he is currently in the thick fog and may never return to the Dragon Kingdom, Jia Yingming really misses the dilapidated Forestry Security Bureau. Although the conditions are difficult, at least his life is not in danger.

The other generation drove passers-by through the darkness and coldness to the parking lot on the first floor of Shang Hai.

The stove candle in the parking lot illuminated a dark corner, and the garage was filled with warm heat. On the side lay a comatose citizen of Anta County, his brows were frowning, as if he was having a nightmare.

Deng Su brought the man behind him to the stove, dropped him slightly, lifted the blanket on his side, and put his hand on his forehead.

It's hot.

Deng walked away for a while, sighed, hesitated for a while, and a thin silver light emerged from the palm of his hand.

"Elder Deng San, you don't use your soul until you open it!" Seeing this scene, Jia Yingming said solemnly: "Your own soul is persecuted by infectious diseases, and you have a high fever. If you use so much effort to open With this banned sale, your body will indeed collapse."

"Don't stop being quiet".Deng walked quietly.

He poured his soul into the forbidden market, and under the silver light, the empty faces of passers-by disappeared, and the hot forehead cooled down.

Deng's taboo store, the "micro therapy" of the 389 sequence, as the name suggests, is not invasive, and even does not perform well in the healing field.Compared with other forbidden stores, it can be said that it is the closed store at the end of the night watchman's crane.

Of course, if it was not because of his influence, he would not have been transferred to 332.

The light faded from Deng's palm.He took his hand away from the passerby's forehead and wanted to get up from the ground, but he felt dizzy and couldn't help falling towards the stove behind him.

Fortunately, Jia Xianming's swift eyes and swift hands caught him.

"Elder Deng Liuda, are you alright?" Jia Xianming asked anxiously.

He stretched out his hand and touched the top of Deng Xinbu's forehead, his hot subconscious mind retracted, and he frowned: "Why is it so hot?"

Wendi Deng shook her head in denial, and slightly stretched her lips, "I'm fine... just pull me to the side and rest your shoulders for a while."

Jia Xianming helped Deng Xin to walk to the stove and sit down.Dun Stewart's pale face looked like the fire boiling in the furnace, and was flushed red by the fire.Slowly he stretched out his hand, took a cigarette from the purse, and lit it.

He trembled slightly, raised the tobacco to the corner of his mouth, took a deep breath, and then gradually exhaled...

His expression is very gentle.

"Elder Deng San, why are you still smoking?" Jia Yingming asked, frowning.

Deng smiled slightly, took out a cigarette from his wallet and handed it to Jia Xianming. "This is by no means an ordinary cigarette. It has the imprint of a military stimulant inside, which can refresh you."

Jia Xianming was surprised. "Where did you get it?"

"The mine left by the predecessor."

"It doesn't happen that much these days...is that a veteran?"

"Ok."

"How is he now?"

Deng slowly trembled the hand holding the smoke, and then stretched it out quietly, "Devotion."

Jia Yingming threw a kite, without saying much, silently passed the tobacco in his hand to the stove, lit it, and took a puff.

"Ahem, ahem..." He suddenly coughed violently and got up.

"The taste is bad. It will take a long time to get used to it. Deng Waner walked away reluctantly.

Jia Yingming sighed helplessly, stared at the fire in front of him with a cigarette in his mouth, a little dazed.

"What are you thinking?"

Jia Xianming hesitated for a moment, then shook his head in denial. "nothing."

Deng walked towards him. "Actually, I might be able to guess what you're thinking..."

"Um?"

"You must be thinking... what the hell kind of luck is this?"

Jia Xianli adjourned the meeting.