doomsday lamb

"Stab it."

As Lin Qian swung the ax and made a flat cut, the black corpse in front of her immediately separated and fell to the ground.

At this time, Yang Xiaoxiao also pulled out the dagger from the eye socket of another black corpse, and stopped what he was doing regardless of cleaning up the sticky blood brought out by the blade.

Lang Huali nodded frequently from a distance, very satisfied with the results of the two men's battle.

He deliberately did not take action and only guarded the field from the side in order to prevent unexpected situations from happening.

After two days and nearly ten hours of running and fighting, Lin Qian and Yang Xiaoxiao grew up very quickly. The two fought together and had a perfect tacit understanding. There was basically no time when he could not be used along the way. Lang Hua almost thought that he was the only one.

It's the redundant one, I can't help but feel a little emotional.

He already knew that Yang Xiaoxiao was talented in fighting. But what he didn't expect was that Lin Qian was also a good player on the battlefield. She had solid skills and agility. Compared with some of the recruits Lang Hua had led before,

I don't know how strong I am.

But when Lang Hua was serving in the army at the base in Nanqi City, he never heard of Lin Qian and Yang Xiaoxiao.

In the second year after the disaster, the military in Nanqi City counted the number of living evolvers in the current jurisdiction and organized and compiled a lengthy list.

Half a year after the census of evolvers was completed, something unexpected happened in Shashi. There were very few survivors who escaped to Nanqi City alive. Among those fellow villagers, he clearly remembered... that these two people did not exist.

Even in the previous directory of Shashi evolvers, they did not exist...

The two of them have great talents, and even if they don't shine, they shouldn't be unknown.

However, Lang Hua also knows that many things rely on probability, just like life and death in the apocalypse are only a matter of thought, and nothing is absolute.

Not all people with potential are lucky enough to become unique abilities.

Not all people with potential can survive or even grow.

Then they were at that time.

Did the corpse transform on the night of "Advent"?

Or did he die on the thorny path of evolution?

At this moment, a meticulous public building appeared in front of him. Lang Hua stared in that direction with a deeper determination in his heart.

The three of them stopped on the side of the road.

Shashi People's Hospital has arrived.

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The hospital door was already in sight. Lin Qian and Yang Xiaoxiaoqing put away their weapons and gathered behind Lang Hua.

The few remaining black corpses were abandoned by the two of them.

The hospital is located in a less prosperous area and is somewhat empty. Outside the gate is a small forest that is not dense. On the other side of the street trees is an old residential area.

Several cars collided with each other on the road. The front of the car was twisted and deformed, and black smoke was emitted.

Further around, there are still some scattered black corpses coming along the sidewalk, and there is little point in continuing to clean them up.

Yang Xiaoxiao suddenly raised the corners of her mouth and smiled: "This is it. I have been here many times, and I am very familiar with it."

Her tone sounded a little relaxed, as if she had suppressed some feelings.

Lang Hua remembered that it was a period of time when Xiaoxiao was frail and sickly.

A father he has never met, a mother who is indifferent to him, a drab and cold ward, the nauseating smell of disinfectant...

Perhaps only Aunt Ping, who is accompanying her, and Uncle Yang, who often visits, can make the little girl feel the warmth of home.

Lin Qian patted Yang Xiaoxiao, but the latter shook his head and said it was okay.

Lang Huawang

Facing the heavy door of the hospital, I couldn't help but pray in my heart: Uncle Yang, you must be here.

Xiaohua, I... am coming to save you.

"It's strange, the number of black corpses at the entrance of the hospital is a bit small." Lin Qian opened her mouth at the right moment, steering the topic elsewhere.

"The hospital is not as spacious as the center of the city, so it is naturally more open." Yang Xiaoxiao thought for a while and said.

"That's not right." Lin Qian shook her head, "Even so, the hospital has always been crowded with people. But now look at the black corpses we killed, how can they be dressed like people in the hospital?"

Yang Xiaoxiao looked around and found that it was indeed the case. Suits, casual shirts, sweatshirts...but there was no white coat or hospital gown!

She thought with a shudder: Are those densely packed black corpses hiding in this building waiting for us to come?

"When things go wrong, there must be a monster."

Lang Hua added with a solemn expression: "Do you still remember the violent injury case that occurred on the national highway in Nanqi City?"

Hearing these words, Lin Qian and Yang Xiaoxiao couldn't help but feel shocked.

At that time, it was just normal. Now the two women have experienced a series of unprecedented and incredible events such as the outbreak of disaster, the attack of black corpses, and the evolution of abilities. They have gradually discovered that the injury accident at that time may not be as simple as people imagined.

Is it the influence before the "spore black fog" blowout outbreak?

The density of the black fog is uneven, some areas are abnormally active, and a few people are infected in advance...

"But it was about half a month before the disaster. After that, Aunt Ping and the People's Hospital were quiet." Lin Qian said uncertainly.

Lang Hua shook his head and said: "Having said that, the perpetrator was indeed shot dead on the spot. But among the people who were bitten, there were several people from Shashi. Their medical insurance, relatives and friends are all in Shashi, so I am afraid they will choose to return to Shashi.

He was treated at Shashi Hospital and hospitalized for recuperation."

Since Aunt Ping mentioned this incident on the phone, Lang Hua took the time to search and find out more. However, the quality of the headline articles on the Internet at that time varied greatly. Those who exaggerated rumors and those who whitewashed the peace were flying with each other. Lang Hua was thinking

It's not here, so his understanding is limited to this.

Lang Hua still remembered what happened when Aunt Ping talked to him on the phone. At that time, the nurse's urging came from the other end of the phone:

["Director Li? Is Director Li here? The patient in bed 3 is not in stable condition and I need you to take a look."

"Okay, here we come. Xiaohua, please pay attention, I have hung up beforehand."

"Don't worry, Aunt Ping."

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"It's not that coincidental," Yang Xiaoxiao said with a slightly trembling voice, obviously panicked, "Maybe those people don't live in the third district."

But what Lang Hua was thinking about was that the section of Nanqi City National Highway where the accident occurred was too close to the north of Shashi City.

"I hope so." Lang Hua said.

It was already evening, and except for a few hurriedly eaten biscuits soaked in water after leaving Lan's house at noon, they never stopped to rest during the trip.

After running around all day, the faces of the three of them could not help but show some signs of fatigue.

The sun was halfway up, and was gradually disappearing behind the thick black mist. The air flow surged, and the black mist opened its ferocious mouth as if it were alive, swallowing the last ray of sunlight into its belly in just an instant.

Under the dim sky, what Lang Hua saw was the eyes of the two women looking intently at him.

Lang Hua looked up at the hospital, took a deep breath and said, "Check the equipment, we are ready to enter."

On the winter evening after the disaster, it got dark very quickly.

Through the wide open door of the hospital, past the broken door

Opening the hall glass, the three of them successfully entered the outpatient hall.

But because it went so smoothly, it seemed too abnormal.

"Xiaohua, it's too quiet here." Lin Qian whispered.

Yang Xiaoxiao also frowned and said: "Why are there no black corpses? With such a large number, did they disappear out of thin air?"

"Silence." Lang Hua reminded.

He also noticed something was wrong.

It was pitch dark outside, and if it weren't for the bright street lights, I would have been unable to see. The Shashi People's Hospital also lost its brightly lit appearance in the past.

Perhaps the battery is old and the connecting wire has poor contact. From a distance, the EPS emergency lighting filled with metal halogen flickers, flickering on and off.

The entire environment maintains a deep darkness, like a haunted house with intentionally unstable voltage.

However, it has only been a week since the apocalypse began. The power facilities in the distant communities are still intact, but the People's Hospital that operates 24 hours a day has no power?

Maybe this doesn't seem like anything to Yang Xiaoxiao and Lin Qian, but Lang Hua knows that this is inappropriate.

Public security institutions like hospitals are places that must prioritize response and recovery after geological disasters. The operation and management of power systems have always been extremely strict. Not only do they formulate special plans during laying, but they also have dedicated personnel to perform daily maintenance to ensure that various medical services are provided.

The equipment can still function well during emergencies.

Just because the disaster happened ten days and a half ago, the power operation failed, and the lights could only be maintained by UPS uninterruptible power supply? There is absolutely no such reason.

The outpatient hall was empty but windless. The residual disinfectant "Lysol" smelled quite strong, mixed with a faint rancid smell, and the smell was strong and pungent.

Not being able to see clearly the surrounding environment, the three of them felt an inexplicable sense of tension.

"Don't panic." Lang Hua spoke at the right time to calm down the two girls.

"I...I'm not afraid." Yang Xiaoxiao clenched her fists and looked very brave.

Lin Qian quietly suggested: "Why don't you go outside and make some noise to draw out the possible black corpses and monsters?"

"It's too late. We don't have so much time to waste."

Lang Hua immediately rejected the plan: "Besides, going far away is too far, and going close may also attract the black corpses in the surrounding communities. The gain outweighs the loss."

"Then we'd better find uncle and the others quickly and retreat quietly." Yang Xiaoxiao turned her little head and looked around, "It's so dark here that I feel uncomfortable all over."

"Well, what Xiaoxiao said makes sense." Lang Hua nodded.

He then asked: "After the disaster, where do you think Aunt Ping and the others will hide?"

It turned out that while the three of them were discussing and moving forward, they had already passed through the outpatient hall and arrived at the stairs.

Forget about the elevator. This kind of thing is only a convenient tool in peacetime. Whenever a disaster or accident occurs, the elevator is always the first to be unreliable.

"It will be on the rooftop. If there is chaos in the lobby and floors, people will run to higher places." Yang Xiaoxiao said.

"It could also be in the surgical clinic on the second floor, which is the place Aunt Ping is most familiar with." Lin Qian suggested.

She immediately added: "There is also a 'thousand-level' operating room at the end of the corridor on the second floor. It is close to Aunt Ping's office and has air-tight doors and fire doors, so it is very safe."

Lang Hua suddenly whispered: "The only problem is food."

"What?" the second woman asked.

Lang Hua shook his head: "Nothing, let's go to the second floor first."