Doomsday Wonderland

Qiao Yuansi lowered the brim of his hat, lowered his head and unlocked the door to his house. Sakura Mizugan, who was a head taller than her, stood beside her, covering her in his shadow, blocking most of the outside world's sight.

Thanks to the sun hat she wore while hiking, she could shield her face slightly when she got off the bus. There were countless shapeshifters in her neighborhood. If any of her neighbors saw the red mark on her face, they would immediately know that she was a target who needed to use strong measures.

Of course, in her current state, it seemed completely pointless to worry about whether she would be discovered by the shapeshifters.

Qiao Yuansi always claimed to have a clear mind, but at this moment, there seemed to be countless rapids in her head, and all her thoughts were rushing, churning and confronting her. Although she had finally returned home, she stood in the hall and thought for a long time, unable to even think of anything. What to do next.

She's about to become a shapeshifter...?

Seeing that she was motionless, Sakura Mizugan took the key from her hand, then gently put a hand on her back and led her into the living room - his attitude was as natural as if it was him Just like your own home.

After Qiao Yuansi sat on the sofa, she thought for a while, went to get a mirror and put it on the coffee table, facing her face that was torn by blood-red scratches. Except for the frighteningly large blood spots on her skin, her facial features and shape have not changed yet. Sakura Mizugan also sat down on the sofa next to her and looked at her without saying a word.

"...Why didn't you leave and instead came home with me?" Qiao Yuansi glanced at him for a few times, then he didn't want to look at himself anymore, and would rather look at him.

"There are several reasons."

"What?"

She had only asked Sakura Mizugan to speak directly once, but this person had obviously given up on euphemism completely. "Well, first of all, I want to observe you up close and detect your changes. This will help me understand the world better... I still have a lot of confusion. Second, when you become a fallen species , I plan to kill you, so I can temporarily use your house to stay and rest."

Is this man some kind of bandit?

At any other time, Qiao Yuanji would have been frightened when she heard these words, but the torture and fright she had suffered today had reached its peak, and she really couldn't spare the energy to be afraid of Ying Shuigan; so she just said numbly: "Yes. Is there anything else?"

He said "several" reasons, so there should be at least two, but I don't know why he paused and didn't finish. He could even tell him that he wanted to kill himself, but the third reason why he didn't tell him was God knows how unpleasant it was.

Sakura Mizugan rubbed her nose. "Although I didn't need you to take me to escape just now, you still helped me after all..."

Qiao Yuansi looked at him and blinked.

"I'll stay here so I can see if there's anything I can do to help you." He finally finished dryly.

Qiao Yuansi lowered his head and smiled slightly. "I...if I really become like that, I might be killed by you because you helped me."

Sakura Mizugan said "hmm" through her nose for a full second - as if she didn't know what to say in this situation. After a while, she squeezed out a sentence that didn't seem to be comforting: "Anyway, I will be there when I arrive." Will be here.”

Call it scary, but Qiao Yuansi is not so scared now. Listening to his descriptions of the fallen species in other worlds, it seems that they are all a group of creatures shrouded in misery and violence, and can never escape the darkness. She was about to become that kind of thing... This really made her unable to have much sense of reality, and she even wanted to laugh: maybe as soon as she opened her eyes, she would wake up from the tent sleeping bag and realize that this was all a scene. Dream on.

Her thoughts drifted away from the fallen species, and she gradually remembered more of what he had said. As she thought about it, she couldn't help but be startled. She didn't know how she had thought of it, so she quickly raised her head and asked, "That's not right. You said that survivors in the doomsday world will either become fallen species or evolve. So, is it possible for me... to become an evolved person?" Woolen cloth?"

When Sakura Mizugan raised his eyes, a cool light flashed from under his eyelashes.

"Theoretically, it's possible."

He tilted his head, and his cheeks, neck, and Adam's apple were all dyed half white and half dark in the skylight under the window, like a plaster sculpture staring into an empty room in a deserted art room after school. She was obviously still here, but when Ying Shui'an looked at her, it seemed as if the living room was already empty - his look told Qiao Yuanji the answer earlier than his answer.

"It's just that in the four days I've been here, I've seen enough fallen species, normal people, and normal people who want to become fallen species...but I've never seen a normal person who wants to evolve. "

Qiao Yuansi closed his eyes, feeling empty for a moment, as if an anesthetic had been applied to his reaction nerves. She heard herself murmuring: "You and I are in the same room, won't it infect you too, right?"

Sakura Mizugan was silent for a few seconds. "I'll be fine. This 'deformation' is not an airborne virus, otherwise you would have been infected."

He paused here, rubbed his hair a little irritably, and said, "I really don't understand why you are still worried about others at this time."

Qiao Yuansi opened his eyes and forced a smile at him. "Maybe it's because I'm a person who never looks back until I hit the wall. I always feel that my life will not end like this, and I won't allow it... I suddenly have an idea, which may explain why you haven't seen the local evolution. By."

"What is it?"

"Those who transformed are not considered fallen species." She looked at the ceiling and said, "So, there are no evolved people."

Sakura Mizugan seemed stunned for a moment.

When he didn't answer, she continued: "You told me that after the end of other worlds, the surviving humans will begin to develop two evolutionary directions in order to adapt to the new living environment. One is One kind of fallen species is an evolver. This is essentially the law of evolution."

These terms and information were all new to her, but that didn't mean she couldn't put them under logical analysis.

"If we use this set of prerequisites to examine this world, you will find that it is impossible to substitute. Is this world over? It should be over, otherwise you will not be transported here; but in this doomsday, human beings In fact, I have never encountered any survival pressure at all.”

Ying Shui'an didn't say anything, but leaned forward a little, listening very attentively.

"Yes, those people's faces have been deformed, and then what? You also said that they are still working and living as before, maintaining the normal operation of human society... They did not destroy the world, and naturally there is no reflection on the destroyed world. Come and exert survival pressure on human beings. Without this kind of survival pressure, life will still be the same as before, and then human beings will not have new development directions."

"What do you mean..." Sakura Shui'an frowned slightly.

"When all the people in a world become monsters, the old human world will naturally end. In this sense, it is not wrong to say that it is the end of the world. But the behavior of monsters is not much different from before. ——I believe there must be small differences, but from a macro perspective, monster society is the same as human society. Horses can still run and dances can still dance. If I also become a monster, I will still have to go there next month Work at school, right?”

On the way home just now, she had observed enough such examples: workers repairing wires, restaurant owners, delivery truck drivers... Looking from a distance, the only change on their bodies was their faces.

"I understand." Sakura Shui'an breathed out hoarsely.

Qiao Yuansi nodded. "In other words, deformation, a doomsday factor, is more cunning than other types of radiation and poisonous gases. Because after it spreads, it does not cause social unrest, and people have no pressure to survive, so they will not evolve... …The inability to evolve means that there is no ability to resist. Transformation is like a kind of influenza, which will spread more and more widely, until eventually the world is full of shape-shifters, but there will still be no evolvers.”

"This can indeed explain why I haven't seen a local evolver yet." Sakura Mizugan raised an eyebrow and asked: "Then why do you think you can be spared?"

"The virus can't kill 100% of people, so why can't I rely on my own resistance to get through it?" Qiao Yuansi crossed his arms and felt unconvinced out of nowhere: "Besides, the patrolman only You caught me once or twice and knocked him down. The contact process only lasted a few seconds. Even if he had poison on his hands, I wouldn't have much poison... Oh, remind me, I'm going to wash my hands. Face."

Qiao Yuansi had never washed his face so seriously in his life.

When she walked back to the living room, her hair and collar were all wet. Ying Shui'an glanced at her and seemed a little bit dumbfounded: "Have you had enough of washing? It's not like he rubbed mud on your face."

"You don't know, what if it works?" Qiao Yuansi replied, sitting down and looking at his face carefully in the mirror. On the sofa next to her, Sakura Mizugan was also looking at her; his eyes seemed to carry weight and warmth, and when they passed across her cheek, it was like fingers slowly caressing her.

The blood-red scratches in the mirror looked neither worse nor better. For God knows how long, it was obvious that Qiao Yuansi had no other choice but to wait.

Waiting and waiting does not mean that she is sitting still and waiting for death.

According to the original plan, Qiao Yuanji cleaned the house inside and out. Even Sakura Mizugan was given the task of cleaning the courtyard. She lit a scented candle, cut a handful of flowers and put them in a vase, then went into the kitchen and cooked a large table of meals and desserts - maybe Sakura Mizugan hadn't eaten well in a long time. Evolutionaries have a wolf-like appetite for food. When Qiao Yuansi came back after eating and taking a bath, he was still on the dining table.

"What's going on in your head?" he asked while eating.

"Put on a hair mask," said Qiao Yuansi, who had his head wrapped. "Are you going to eat all my plate?"

"You put it on your hair—what's the use of it?"

"It works," Qiao Yuansi nodded, "It doesn't matter when, I have to be decent and respectable, so I feel happy."

Evolutionaries may be people who don’t know what politeness is. When she entered the bathroom to wash her hair mask, Sakuramizugan stood nearby and watched, as if watching the monkeys bathing themselves in the zoo - just watching was not enough. After blow-drying, he touched her hair a few times and said : "It's really smooth. Give me one too."

By the time the two silky-haired heads returned to the living room and sat down to drink tea, it was already half past nine in the evening.

As long as you don't look in the mirror and don't see the red marks on your face, everything seems to be the same as before.

According to his usual habits, Qiao Yuansi opened the textbooks and handouts for the next semester and prepared to continue preparing for classes for a while. Sakura Mizugan had no consciousness at all. UU Reading www.uukanshu.net After entering the room, she didn't regard herself as an outsider at all. She snuggled up on the sofa cushion next to her and watched TV - even though he had been separated from human society for a long time, he didn't care at all. It doesn't stop him from enjoying sitcoms. Occasionally when he wants to change the channel, he complains, "Why haven't you even invented the TV remote control in this world?"

After a while, he got up and turned off the TV. When he came back, he sat on the coffee table opposite Qiao Yuan Temple.

"Look up," he whispered.

Qiao Yuanji slowly raised his head.

"Well...it hasn't changed. What's wrong with you?" Ying Shui'an asked almost calmly, observing her face. "It's been fifteen minutes since you opened this handout and you haven't turned a page yet."

Qiao Yuansi opened his mouth. She didn't know until today that there were so many kinds of fear - one kind when she was on the highway, and a completely different kind now. Her world might really be turned into pieces and swept away by the rapids, and she had no choice. Her efforts to stay normal were all in vain.

"I..." she said with trembling lips, and a tear fell. "I can't understand it anymore. This is a lesson I prepared myself, but I...can't understand the content."