doomsday lamb

Under the changing lights, the expressionless Lang Hua looked at the faces with different expressions in the audience.

"Has anyone been bitten?"

Lang Hua repeated the previous sentence and saw other people's faces changing rapidly with the light, from dullness to confusion to fear...

Everyone present had experienced the tragedy on the night of "Advent", and no one did not understand the meaning of being bitten by a necromorph.

Suddenly, everyone seemed to have lost all trust in each other.

There was a "crash" and the crowd dispersed. People were spying on each other and were wary.

Suddenly someone in the corner shouted: "He was bitten! He was bitten by a corpse sparrow!"

There were screams of surprise in the crowd, and everyone dispersed once again, as if to avoid the plague, away from the "poor guy" who was unfortunately pecked by the corpse bird.

It was a young man wearing a hood, covering his face with one hand to avoid the sight of people around him.

"I saw it," another person exclaimed, "his eyes were pecked and there was blood on his face!"

"What are you doing? Don't scare me." The poor guy almost cried, "I was just bitten, I didn't die, I didn't transform into a corpse... Why are you so far away from me?"

"He's talking nonsense!" A middle-aged man panicked, "Necromorphs all contain toxins, he must have been infected!"

"Go away, don't come near us!"

"He will turn into a monster that eats raw flesh and blood like a black corpse. If he bites us, we will also turn into corpses!"

"Don't come over here!"

"Ah! Go away! Don't drag us with you if you want!"

"I'm not, I'm not infected." The young man's voice was filled with tears, "I just had a skin injury and it won't turn into a corpse."

"What's the difference between driving someone away at this time and killing him?" Li Liping said anxiously from a distance.

"Don't be afraid, I'm a doctor." She hurriedly took two steps forward, but was grabbed by Lin Qian.

Lin Qian slowly shook her head at her, but she ignored her. In the end, Li Liping had no choice but to shout to the man from a distance: "You are not seriously injured, and there may be a chance of recovery."

"Yes, it's okay, I'll be fine." The man woke up from his dream, as if grasping a life-saving straw, "Didn't we get a lot of medicine from the pharmacy? I can take antibiotics, no matter how much it is.

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"Nonsense!" Someone in the crowd immediately shouted, "This is corpse poison. How can ordinary antibiotics be useful?"

"Yes, we can't keep this kind of time bomb around."

"Yes, drive him out! Drive him out."

"Go quickly, don't cause trouble to us!"

The corpse sparrow only pecked one of his eyes, but people soon discovered that——

Spider web-like purple lines have gradually appeared on half of his face!

It had only been a few hours, but the spore corpse poison carried by the dominant necromorph... was it so terrifying?

"He's going to turn into a corpse! He's going to turn into a black corpse!"

People discovered the strange phenomenon and were almost in confusion.

"Wang Ming, I..." The young man was a little dazed for a moment, so he had no choice but to walk towards his most familiar friend and the person closest to him.

"Zhang Weibo, please calm down." Wang Ming backed up, trying to keep a distance from the other party.

Wherever the two of them went, the crowd seemed to be burned

It's as hot as butter and spreads out into a big circle.

Only then did you realize that Zhang Weibo's entire left eye was empty.

The eyeball was missing, leaving an exaggerated dark red blood hole. The connective tissue at the hole was sticky, and thick blood flowed along the eye socket and onto the cheek.

I really don't know how he persisted here.

"I've seen, I've seen what those people have become. I don't want to become that kind of person who is neither human nor ghost. I'm so scared, don't leave, don't let me become like that." Young Zhang Weibo said fiercely.

Pressing his temples, "My mind is so confused. Wang Ming, can you... stay with me for a while."

"Don't come over here!"

The other party suddenly screamed, which startled Zhang Weibo, who was already in a trance.

The reaction from his horrified friend made him feel like he was almost a stranger in front of him. It was like they had never been classmates for four years, and had never applied for jobs, gone to work, played games, or chatted together...

This was already weird enough for him. But now a "stranger" actually pulled out a gun and pointed it at him! Looking at the relative position between the finger and the trigger, there was no doubt about his ability to shoot.

The other party was obviously frightened, and he gasped: "Zhang Weibo, we grew up together and have been brothers for more than 20 years. Don't force me today, don't force me to shoot!"

"Wang Ming, I..."

"Don't come any closer! I really know how to shoot! I don't want to, I want to be like those people who were bitten on the neck by the corpse next to me in their sleep." His voice trembled, "You have seen it too.

How miserable is that? I beg you, please let me go."

"Let you go?" the other party said in surprise, "In the past twenty years, when have I ever thought of harming you?"

He looked at his hands, which were stained with blood and stains.

Zhang Weibo became more and more excited: "Let you go, but who will let me go? Why don't you let me go, them?"

Zhang Weibo suddenly took out a gun and said fiercely: "Do you really want me to die? I'm obviously not dead yet! You are too scared. In fact... I'm actually fine at all!"

"He has a gun too!"

"Damn it! Don't let him make the first move!"

"This devil!"

The crowd screamed again and again, and many people also took out rifles and pistols and pointed them at Zhang Weibo, who was standing in the center.

But this confrontation ended quickly after only a while.

"Okay! You are my brother, I won't force you." The young man looked at Wang Ming, and suddenly turned his gun and pointed it at Chen Xinyan, who was not far away, "Tell me! Doctor Chen, you have the highest degree here, tell me

them."

With a rifle pointed at her head, Chen Xinyan's eyelids couldn't help but twitch behind a pair of lenses, and she looked a little impatient.

She raised her hand to push up her glasses and asked indifferently: "What do you want me to say?"

"You say I can still be saved!" The young man's eyes were red at this moment, "Say quickly I'm not infected! Doctor Chen, don't force me to kill someone! If I die, no one will be able to feel better!"

"Being bitten may not cause corpse transformation." Chen Xinyan squinted her eyes and said slowly, "But there is no cure for corpse poison infection, and corpse transformation after death... is only a matter of time."

Not far away, Hai Ping quietly drew his sword out of its sheath and was already waiting for an opportunity.

"You lied to me! It's impossible. I walked all the way from People's Hospital to here, how could I die now!" the other party muttered.

His teeth were drooling with saliva, looking crazy.

Apparently after several hours of strenuous activity, the spore toxin had invaded the brain through blood vessels and the trigeminal nerve, affecting his consciousness.

"You bitch, liar! I'm obviously not infected, but if you want to harm me, I'm going to kill you..."

Suddenly, a sword flashed under the sun, and Zhang Weibo's shouts and curses stopped abruptly.

At some point, Lang Hua had already arrived behind this person.

"Why...why?" The young man looked down at the blade that broke out of his body and said calmly, "I can still be saved..."

Unfortunately, before the answer came, the questioner had already passed away.

His wide, dull eyes were filled with disbelief.

"bass."

Lang Hua pulled out his bayonet with a cold face and replied: "From the moment you pointed the gun at your comrade, you deserved to die."

He looked around at everyone and walked back the way he came. Wherever he looked, people lowered their heads.

It had to be said that the reaction of these people was beyond his imagination, it was... extremely bad.

He kept watching with cold eyes until Zhang Weibo violated his bottom line.

However, Lang Hua may have forgotten that in his previous life, he spent most of his time in the military camp, and the people he came into contact with were relatively single. And who dared to join the army under the butcher's knife of the apocalypse, who would be a bloodless man? What about these ordinary people?

Comparable...

Only when he walked past Haiping, Lang Hua suddenly stopped and whispered: "Next time something like this happens... don't wait for me to take action first."

The latter suddenly trembled and hurriedly stood up and said: "Yes!"

After Lang Hua walked away, a word came to Hai Ping's ear.

He said: "Don't forget what you once said."

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The Zhang Weibo incident was like a farce, it came and went as quickly as it came.

After the death, the survivors breathed a sigh of relief.

If you look into the matter of bites, no one who is innocent will have any opinions. Who would be willing to place a time bomb next to them? No one can sleep well tonight if the investigation is not clear.

In the previous hurried breakout, it was natural to give priority to escaping and not to take care of these things.

Now that we have a place to stay, we have to check it out.

Otherwise, if an infected person appears without people knowing about it, it will be a big trouble.

After a person transforms into a corpse, he attacks his companions unexpectedly. Failure to take precautions at the source will only destroy the entire team.

Of course, most of the people attacked by the corpse sparrows had already died on the road. Zhang Weibo was able to escape and struggled to get here while covering his eyes, which is just an exception.

But precisely because it is an example, it is hard to guard against!

"Men should check first, and female compatriots should avoid it first. We need to take off our clothes and check one by one." Lang Hua found a corner, turned around and ordered, "Haiping, Doctor Zhou, please keep order."

The women all walked to the other side of the hall in a tacit understanding. Only Li Liping was half a beat slower and still stood still.

"Mei Ping, you can't save everyone." Yang Bensheng came to his wife at this time, held her shoulders and said slowly, "I'm sorry, but this is a fact."

"I understand, I know." Li Liping looked at her hands and smiled bitterly: "I knew about having a brother sixteen years ago."