Doomsday Super Farm

"Dear, what's wrong with you? Your hand is injured!" The husband's voice was gentle with a hint of anxiety, and he grabbed Mrs. Lawrence's hand, "I'm going to get the medical kit!"

"No, no..." Mrs. Lawrence hugged her husband tightly, unwilling to let go for a moment, as if if she let go, all the good things would come to nothing.

The husband became quiet. He didn't know what happened. He just patted his wife's shoulder gently to express comfort.

"Dear, have sea monsters and ancient civilizations been defeated? Humanity has won...have your injuries been healed?" Mrs. Lawrence can't tell the difference between reality and illusion. The too real feeling makes her feel uncomfortable.

She has gradually sunk into this beautiful fantasy.

"Sea beast? Ancient civilization? What are you talking about? And when was I injured?" The husband scratched his head in confusion, and asked with great concern: "Do you feel uncomfortable somewhere? Do you want to go to the hospital for examination?

one time?"

Mrs. Lawrence raised her head. She felt that something in her brain was gradually disappearing. It was the memory about the world after the disaster. It was the memory that brought her intense pain. That memory could not be erased and lingered.

At this time, it is slowly fading away and disappearing from my mind.

"Uncle Maillot invited us to attend a banquet at his house. Let's get ready and set off!" The husband gently touched Mrs. Lawrence's earlobe.

Uncle Melo was their neighbor, but Mrs. Lawrence clearly remembered that he had died in the first sea monster invasion.

His body fell in the rubble, and his head was smashed. That scene left a deep psychological shadow on her.

"Is he alive too?" Mrs. Lawrence whispered to herself.

Soon, her husband changed into sportswear with her, and they went to the neighbor's backyard.

Here, Mrs. Lawrence saw many faces that were long dead in her memory. They cheered, opened cold beers, handed her slices of meat from the grill, and invited her to come and dance with her.

Mrs. Lawrence took a bite of the meat slices and took a sip of cold beer. Instantly her mouth was filled with the luxurious meaty aroma and coolness.

Slowly, the alcohol began to take effect, and Mrs. Lawrence felt a little dazed. She became excited, twisting her body in the crowd, and partying with neighbors and friends.

"Even if this is just a dream, then never wake up..." An excited smile appeared on Mrs. Lawrence's face.

…

The follower stood in the dark room and saw Mrs. Lawrence slumped in front of him, with an expression on her face similar to that of a drug addict whose desires were satisfied. Her eyes were slack, her face was pale, and her skin was visible to the naked eye.

It began to dry up and become full of wrinkles, and it seemed that she would die soon.

But even so, the expression on her face was still full of excitement and happiness.

"Haha..." The follower laughed, and turned to look at her husband who was paralyzed in bed. In his dark eyes, scenes appeared.

He was a man with a strong physique, and the muscles all over his body were bulging in the most perfect and full state, like a lion in its prime.

At this time, he was standing on the podium, with a medal hanging around his neck, raising his hands high, and looking across the front, like a lion king patrolling his territory.

Below, many spectators were cheering enthusiastically, cheering for their idol.

"I am the champion..."

The husband murmured these words from his mouth. Suddenly, his mood became fanatical, waving his arms and shouting loudly: "I am the champion! I am the champion!"

The followers looked at this scene with a mocking smile.

The other party was obviously lying on a dirty low bed, lying in his own excrement, but he looked like he was standing on a podium.

He was obviously so weak that his whole body was weak, and his muscles had atrophied due to long-term bed rest and lack of exercise, but his posture was like the world's top bodybuilder, clenching his arms and shouting loudly to the audience, "

"Show your strength!

"It's so sad..." After the follower said this, he turned and walked out the door.

It did not go directly into the next room, but walked in again after a dozen or so rooms.

The room it entered for the second time was an old man who had lost a relative.

It opened the door and saw the old man curled up on the bed, holding several photos in his hands and crying silently.

"Are you in pain?"

"I can take away your pain..." The follower's gentle voice sounded in the room, and the old man's eyes gradually became confused.

Tens of seconds later, the follower walked out of the old man's room. Just before closing the door, the old man's voice full of joy and happiness came from the crack in the door.

"Miles, don't grab your brother's chocolate bar!"

"Melky, my little baby, don't cry! Come to grandpa, look, what good things does grandpa have here? Yes, it's cookies..."

"Well, you ask what we will eat for lunch today? Haha, go tell your dad that I just bought some beef and let him grill it for us!"

"Yes, that's right! Grandpa will always be with you and will never leave..."

The follower walked forward slowly, whispering softly: "Emotions, joys and sorrows, these are the easiest things to be exploited, so let's sink forever!"

It continued to walk forward, and in the following time, it continued to enter various rooms in the resettlement building.

Every time it comes out, the residents in the room will fall into that twisted illusion of happiness.

"Hahaha, you are so stupid, let me teach you..."

“The grilled fish is so delicious, and the wine is delicious too…”

"Dear, I have good news for you. Our stocks have gone up and we are going to make a fortune!"

"From today on, I am the new chairman of Fruit Group. My name is..."

The entire resettlement building was plunged into a strange carnival.

As for this situation, the soldiers who were patrolling did not notice anything unusual at all.

In fact, to be more accurate, even these patrol officers were caught in the trick. They were slumped in the corridor, with happy smiles on their faces. Their lives were passing by, but their smiles were still bright and beautiful.

An old man who was trapped in a hallucination suddenly fell to the ground, lifeless. His life had come to an end and his body had long since dried up.

And as he died, streaks of colored light crawled out of his body like insects, spreading along the cracks in the door and spreading the air around.

These rays penetrated into the rooms of other residents immediately adjacent to the old man, and quietly entered the bodies of other residents.

As a result, excited laughter also came from those rooms that were not originally entered by followers...