doomsday lamb

"Saved? We are saved!"

"We're not dead, that's great!"

"But my wife... wu wu..."

The people who escaped were filled with emotions, mixed with joy and sorrow, and the whole scene suddenly became a little chaotic.

The old man named Wang was old and well-informed, but he still maintained his emotions and did not lose his composure.

He came over and held Lang Hua's hand, also unable to conceal his excitement: "Young man, it's thanks to you that we were able to escape. By the way, there are also Dean Zhou and Dr. Chen, you three are really our saviors.

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Others also echoed: "Yes, thanks to Dr. Chen and Dean Zhou, we have survived until today. Only then did you come to our rescue, little brother."

Let’s not mention the male doctor named Zhou for now, but Lang Hua suddenly stared at the female doctor’s face intently, which made Li Liping feel very rude.

Lang Hua has fallen into confusion.

Chen...doctor?

In front of him are flaxen-brown medium-length curly hair, retro-style oval wire-rimmed glasses, and the surgical white coat that has flashed back thousands of times in memories and dreams...

He shouted out loud: "Sister Xinyan?"

The voice was slightly trembling, but there was a hint of uncertainty.

The female doctor lifted her hair from her temples and said with a warm smile, "You know me? Have we met before?"

He could not mistake those eyes that were dull but seemed to be profound.

Chen Xinyan, she is right.

"Ah, no, no," Lang Hua quickly changed his words: "Xinyan... Dr. Chen. You are an expert in biological sciences and medical sciences. I have been admiring you for a long time..."

"The honorific title is not necessary," Chen Xinyan winked at him, "You are a little younger than me, so it's okay to call me sister."

Li Liping seemed to understand at this time and hurriedly introduced: "Xiaohua, isn't this what I mentioned to you before? An expert from the capital came over and stayed here for two months. Doctor Chen, please don't

Seeing as she is young, her medical skills are much better than mine. The one next to her is from above. Dr. Zhou Jin, the newly appointed vice president this year, is also a young and promising talent..."

Lang Hua could no longer hear the next words, and his thoughts seemed to travel through time and space, returning to the body of his previous life.

…

In the twenty-nine years of the past life, and the thirteen years after the disaster, Lang Hua only had some friendship with Chen Xinyan and the others until four years after the end of the world.

Sister Xinyan, Brother Zhang Cheng, Natashan Base, Xiao Wen...and many others.

He was assigned by Commander Yang to "assist in research" at the Nata Mountain base for less than a year.

The time when he was demoted after the "total defeat" and lived in the Nata Mountain garrison...

For the countless large-scale racial wars that Lang Hua has participated in, these may not be comparable to any of them.

But it was these plain, uneventful years that held a heavy weight in the heart of Lang Hua, a man of two generations.

He is not a qualified savior, or even a qualified soldier or warrior.

The savior has the courage to risk everything, and a true soldier never doubts his mission.

And he...

If possible, Lang Hua hopes to escape from this world and this apocalypse with these people and things that are most important to him.

Instead of struggling here and spending your whole life trying to make a comeback that is completely impossible to succeed.

It's okay to be disappointed, it's okay to be reviled

Relationship, as long as these people can live and survive, instead of dying in front of themselves one after another like they did in the previous life.

However, he knew this was impossible.

Perhaps there is no one in the world who knows more about the end of the world than Lang Hua.

He knows how terrifying the "Star Thieves Group" who planned this apocalypse is, he knows how terrifying this post-catastrophic dark world is, and he even knows how terrifying it is to "know that there is almost nothing you can do".

But precisely because he knew he couldn't escape, he forced himself to retreat to the edge of the cliff, and cut off the suspension bridge chain with one knife.

People are truly desperate when they lose all hope in despair.

And he, Lang Hua, no longer dared to lose any hope.

…

"Ah, black corpse! There is a black corpse!"

"The black corpse is coming, run for your life."

At this time, several low-level black corpses staggered out of the woods.

The explosion and the fire finally attracted these nearby humans and ghosts.

After escaping from the hospital, the exhaustion and fright of the past few days caused people to slump down on the lawn as soon as they were discharged from the hospital, not even wanting to move a finger.

But now the sudden appearance of the black corpse seems to have pinched everyone's nerves once again.

For a moment, the crowd became confused. Some people jumped high and rolled and ran away; some people bumped into each other in the panic; some people even covered their heads and ran back to the Shashi People's Hospital!

Just like a bunch of headless flies.

"Why panic? It's just a few low-level black corpses."

Yang Xiaoxiao couldn't help but frown. Even the most useless evolver could handle these elementary black corpses that looked like walking zombies, but these people had long been scared out of their wits...

"Brother Lang Hua?"

Although there are only a few black corpses popping up now, who can say whether a swarm of corpses will appear later?

Yang Xiaoxiao saw that Lang Hua was unmoved at the moment, as if he was distracted, and was about to grab him.

But Lin Qian stretched out her hand to stop her: "Let's come, your brother may be tired. We can still cope with these shrimp soldiers and crabs."

Yang Xiaoxiao retracted her hand and pouted: "Hey, of course I know."

Section 2 Loss of Mind

In the two years after his rebirth, in the midnight nightmares that occasionally appeared, those fragmented memories of his past life almost drove Lang Hua to madness.

Only after successfully being promoted to an Evolver on the eve of the recent catastrophe, Lang Hua gradually moved away from these nightmares due to his physical transformation.

Probably the disharmony between the original consciousness and the current body in the space-time dimension is continuing to cause rejection and loss at the micro level.

Lang Hua is not as proficient in these complicated and obscure theories as Zhang Cheng, but his body is his own, and no one can feel it more accurately and appropriately than him.

Having been huddled in the Nata Mountain scientific research base for several years, Lang Hua was not completely ignorant of these things.

He vaguely guessed that it was the mental damage left behind when his mind traveled through time and space blocks at that time. It could also be that the load on some level of consciousness exceeded the limit.

Some fragments of thoughts that were extremely stimulating to him kept flashing back in his mind over the past two years, while other fragments were completely hidden in the depths of his memory.

Now that I met my old friend unexpectedly, these pictures and sounds related to Chen Xinyan appeared one after another:

"I'm hungry and want to eat.

"

"Huh, little bastard, I can't cure you anymore, sister."

"Did you introduce that little girl named Qin to you in vain? Treat me to dinner, otherwise I will be at a loss."

"How about it, sister, am I interesting enough?"

"With your little flesh wound, it's really overkill for me, the dean, to do anything."

"Stop looking, your little girlfriend isn't here. Oh, by the way, give me some ideas, sister, how can I get that guy Zhang Cheng to wake up and take the initiative to ask me out..."

"Oh, Xiaohua, you recovered very quickly. I thought I had to report to the committee and apply for a tenth-level disability for you."

"It's neither coma, shock, nor serious injury. Why are you here? You can't kill a chicken with a knife. Hey, don't leave in a hurry when you're here. Draw me two tubes of blood first. I'll use it for experiments.

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"What? The injury healed so quickly? That's okay. Go to the kitchen and cook some food. I'm hungry."

"Xiaohua, tell me, when will that idiot Zhang Cheng confess to me?"

"You are a high-level evolved person, but you are afraid of a needle with a hammer. Give me a tube of serum for later use. Hurry up, brother. Don't worry, the needle this time is a little thinner than last time."

"The fearful people in the family have retreated, so let's go in! Without medical assistance, what will you do to the soldiers on the front line?"

"Captain Lang Hua is seriously injured and is still awake. I am the eldest here and I can be the master of the base!"

"You don't have to hide it from me... Hehe, it's not a big deal if a medical expert can't save him."

"Xiaohua, did anyone who went with me...come back alive?"

"Maybe I tried my best? You said, right?"

"Xiaohua, don't ask Zhang Cheng to see me again... I don't want him to see me like I am now."

"The enemy will come at any time, so there is no need to prepare for the funeral."

"Zhang...he has more important things to do. There is no need to waste energy on dying people. Just tell him that I have forgotten about him."

"Academician Zhang Cheng, I... have never loved you, please leave."

"Forget it, Xiaohua. He is a genius player who is '10,000 times smarter' than you. I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to deceive him."

"Tell him that if he dares to step into the quarantine area again, I will die before he sees me. He knows that I have this ability."

"Xiaohua, do you know? Whether I left the Chen family or met him, I... have never regretted it."

"Xiaohua, is that you? I can hear the footsteps. You should leave too. I can feel that the time has come."

"In this world, death is like a lamp going out, that's all."

"You...don't be sad because of me."

…

The environments of hospitals and laboratories are equally special, and it is common practice to use white coat-style isolation gowns as work clothes.

The style of the white coat is simple and elegant, and the waist design reflects the texture of the clothes and the figure of the wearer. As work clothes, it also looks more elegant and elegant.

"Sister Xinyan."

Lang Hua stared at the person in front of him, and there were signs of overlap between the memories of his past and present lives.

The white figure who could brush away his pain while teasing him, the reliable figure who was calm and composed when the battle was fierce, and finally the stubborn figure who refused to see anyone in the isolation room...

After several years of getting along and caring for each other, an old friend who died in the war...

At this moment, Lang Hua couldn't help but feel a little dazed.