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But the string broke at the man's shoulder exposed outside the umbrella. The man's elbow still had a sharp bend instead of being soaked in water.

A layer of hazy light enveloped them, making the darkness they were in so different and so bottomless.

Tom was puzzled to find that the layer of light was actually spreading outward... No, it was the indescribable darkness on them that was flowing.

The huge shadow climbed up the street lamp, and the light bulb was immersed in the darkness.

He saw the umbrella was slightly lifted, and he could no longer only see the white chin of the person holding the umbrella.

He seemed to have returned to the day after the TV tower murder. He used a bunch of sweet words to deceive the police who blocked the venue to investigate clues, and closed his eyes and gasped in fear in the corner. He closed his eyes, and someone asked in his ear: "Do you want to pray for God's salvation with your eyes closed?" At that time, he suddenly opened his eyes, and someone laughed in his ear, and the laughter shook his soul: "Humanity has opened its eyes."

Do you want to pray for God's salvation with your eyes closed-Humanity has opened its eyes.

He opened his eyes wide, turned around, tripped, fell, got up, and continued to run.

Others didn't know what was happening, and shouted his name, again and again, piercing his eyeballs, making him almost pop his eyes out.

Darkness followed him like a shadow, under his feet, in his heart, and in his mouth that deceived the world.

Suddenly, he heard the girl's sharp voice explode: "Run - he is Satan!!!"

Everything lost its sound.

Tom fell to his knees with a plop, trembling.

He closed his eyes, closing his eyeballs that were about to fall out, the air flow blew his hair, and he seemed to hear Satan's low sigh.

That emotion didn't seem to be the pride or joy of teasing humans.

It was something unknown, but he closed his eyes tightly, because he knew that once he opened his eyes, his virus would break out... He was Job, and he couldn't open his eyes to shake his faith. He claimed to be the second person in the world to be infected with the virus and had a deep understanding of the virus.

In the unknown and fear, he heard the sound of wings flapping in the rain, shaking off the raindrops.

When a feather fell on the tip of his nose, he could not tell whether the feather was the white of God or the black of Satan without opening his eyes.

…

"… Satan!!!" Helen was in a trance and shouted this sentence for some reason.

An arm stretched out from behind her and grabbed her shoulders. With a force that was neither light nor heavy, he took her to the sky.

Sudden acceleration.

She heard her voice, which was broken due to exhaustion, being swept away by the raindrops. Over and over again, the word Satan became hoarse from thin and short, as if the devil was deliberately lengthening the tone to introduce himself.

The black windbreaker was lifted from behind Lin Xingtao. Helen lowered her head and saw that she was stepping on a black feather. In an instant, she lost the feather and swept the city under her feet into patches of light together with the whistling wind.

She shouted: "Are they dead!"

She was at a loss. She didn't know if they ran away, but she knew that Satan didn't run away and flew up.

It turns out that Satan can fly, so why does he walk in the world? It turns out that he is really a god, so why does he come to the world?

She felt Satan let go of her, she was stunned, and subconsciously reached out to grab him.

In a hurry, she grabbed the handle of the black umbrella. She held the umbrella, as if there was a bamboo dragonfly on her head, floating, but she didn't get wet at all.

She couldn't help but look at Satan without an umbrella.

Satan was right beside her, without stretching out the wings she imagined, as if the feather was her illusion, and he was even wet by the rain.

The rain flowed down Satan's chin, and a strand of hair stuck to the top of his ear, which made him look like a god in an oil painting with a layer of varnish, which was even more breathtaking.

She saw Satan's eyes again, but this time they were not black, but beautiful pure gold. When he raised such a pair of truly inhuman eyes and looked at the city that was poured by the heavy rain, the city seemed to sound the heartbeat of a drum.

The raindrops were like falling on a drum, and they bounced briefly in the air.

Helen had an illusion that the world was upside down, and she was falling into the vast sky.

When her dry hair exploded due to static electricity, they fell on top of a building with a "bang".

Helen's skirt flew up, and she looked at the whole city from the highest point in the city. She felt that the buildings were showing their ferocious fangs, and then she felt that everything in the night was bowing its head.

Not far away, the "Psychological Comfort Center" composed of huge neon lights flashed unyieldingly, but Helen was only shocked by the notice below.

[Uninfected people in the world: 10017.]

"Helen, they are all eating the last supper here." Satan pronounced gently and coldly.

The last supper, [Apple]?

The author has something to say: There is a saying that the earth is the last supper for all mankind.

So we must protect the environment - Lin Xingtao from the School of Environment called for it.

Do you want to pray for the salvation of the gods? Humanity opened its eyes. This sentence comes from "Blue and White Society", which is about SCP and is good to read.

Regarding apples, there is actually another childhood fantasy, which comes from Zheng Yuanjie's "Five Apples Troubled the Earth". Yes, the apple here is the fifth apple, case closed.

Chapter 279 Ragnarok (VIII)

The psychological comfort center was built between cities, close to expatriate gathering places and slums. This is said to be the result of experts studying for days and nights. They said: let purple and red neon lights flash in the air, let the computer screen float in every On a street, the words of psychologists circulate all the time.

The words of experts did not reassure the people in uptown who were far away from the psychological center. They traded real estate and talents, moved their families to the psychological center, and turned the psychological center into another Beverly Hills. This place, which was originally designed to cure infected people, has a new function: preventing infection.

Therefore, the central psychological center of Myrickan has the most luxurious configuration and the smallest number of people - more than 10,000 uninfected people, including doctors and staff, and nearly 3,000 infected people under control.

A Rolls-Royce passed by the army stationed next to the psychological center. Its dazzling appearance attracted people's attention, but what really made people envious was that this car could enter the clean residential area of ​​the psychological center. The infection has not brought about many changes in class, and the idea that the rich will become the playthings of those who hate the rich seems to be just a fantasy when the apocalypse comes.

"I know you call it Eden, but do you know what we call it." The elegant and decadent nobleman was lying in the back seat of the car. His voice soaked in red wine still contained the luxury of the upper class. He did not Paying attention to the driver's answer, he said to himself, "On the Ark, only 10,000 people have final tickets. Mr. President's parrot can occupy a position, although only humans will be infected."

The driver was silent as the wipers struggled to wipe away the rainwater stuck to the glass.

The nobleman looked up at the starry sky roof he spent a lot of money to buy. A few drops of rain penetrated the car roof like meteors and fell on the surface of his velvet suit. He read a poem intoxicatedly:

The morning star falls, the night before dawn.

As his voice weakened, and as the car turned from the wet masonry floor to the clean and smooth marble floor of the psychological center, the driver suddenly stopped the car, and his voice changed in tone due to confusion and fear: "The words on the sign changed. "

Under the huge neon lights with the words "Psychological Comfort Center" on them, a group of neon lights that originally showed the number of infected people around the world every day changed with unpredictable light, as if a hand was randomly arranging and combining them. Finally, in In people's stunned and puzzled eyes, it announced: [Uninfected people in the world: 10,017. ]

The red light stood firm in the rain, exuding an ominous meaning.

"How is it possible? It just showed that less than half of the people in the world are infected!"

"Only 10,000 people? Is humanity going to be extinct!"

"Who's kidding me, the governor said it would only receive data every morning!"

Everyone was in disbelief. A strange sound of footsteps shaking the earth caught their attention. Their eyes all turned back from the announcement - at an unknown moment on the periphery of the psychological center, all the troops fell beside their black combat boots. ★This ★ work ★ is ★ organized ★ and uploaded ★ by ★ Si ★ Rabbit ★ in ★ online ★ reading ★ reading ★ netizens ★

There was no blood, but there was no breath of life either.

——A group of guys dressed in black and gray combat uniforms, like the Doomsday Team in movies and TV shows, surrounded people like ghosts. They were holding strange firearms that even experts had never seen before. Under their eyes that were covered by goggles, the lines of their lips were as cold as stone.

The people who realized that the powerful army protecting the psychological center were all dead suddenly became stiffer than stone. People watched helplessly as the ghosts passed by them. Their steps were actually not ghostly. Their boots splashed with mud and fell, leaving a more concise pattern than the tracks of a Rolls-Royce tire.

The heavy rain could not cover up their neat footsteps. Among the footsteps, there was only one voice that matched people's imagination of lightness.

It was a woman, she was not wearing the same combat uniform in any special way, but she did not have any weapons. She just showed a pair of charming eyes and walked to the front of the ghost army with wind-swept steps.

She said: "Please tell the people inside that I want the research results on new humans, all of them."

She raised a finger and shook it, which should have been a gesture of contempt, but the way she looked up at the sky seemed to be just right to please the gods.

——

On the tallest building, Helen pressed down her fluffy hair. When she found that her hair was tangled on the umbrella handle due to static electricity, she had to untie her hair first.

She forced herself to focus on the trivial matter of untying her hair, as if she could forget what had happened before.

She was so scared and confused that her hair had to be untied for a long time.

She asked softly: "Is the last supper of mankind an [apple]? Is every human being a Judas?"

Soon, she turned her attention downwards.

Although she was high up in the sky, she could clearly see everything flowing in the darkness. Before this, she had never seen the silent death of human beings from such an angle.

The periphery of the psychological center and the areas beyond it are like a maze. Various decorative neon lights were supposed to be good signposts, but they did not light up. Instead, there were a series of dark eyes in the dark night, staring at the troops sneaking in like ghosts.

The ghost troops surrounded the psychological center from all sides. Their numbers were small, but they were really encroaching on the area in the middle.

Helen watched nervously as circles and circles of people fell in the dark, like layers of wheat ears wet to the ground by the wind and rain.

As the ghost army approached, rats slid across the street, moving the tiles that were lifted up by the crowd's trampling, and hitting the wet tires of cars, but people still didn't notice. Finally, they reached the outer area of ​​the psychological center closest to the inner area, and finally, people woke up from their dreams.

Helen's breath was choked because the woman suddenly raised her head and met her eyes.

In just a moment, the woman moved her eyes to her side, and the woman shook her raised index finger, as if making a "1".

"What does she mean?" Helen asked.

Lin Xingtao's fingers untied her hair that she couldn't untie, and pressed her head along the hair, indicating that she should continue to look.

The ghosts raised their special weapons in their hands, took a step and fired at the front. Before the people in front of them screamed, they found that the bullets stopped in front of them at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then turned and shot into several cars that were about to enter the psychological center.

The roof of the car was flipped over by a huge force, sparks flew everywhere, and the people in the car were soaked by the rain mixed with sparks.

[Number of uninfected people in the world: 10,000.] Suddenly, there were less than ten uninfected people.

That "1" means ten thousand...