Lost Narrative Poetry

"Eh?"

Miyamoto Rei was stunned for a moment, and unconsciously uttered such a syllable that represented confusion. The dull hair in the shape of ant tentacles on the top of her head also swayed a few times in the wind.

Causing bloodshed...what does that mean?

Why do I feel like just saying this sentence has a vague cruel meaning.

The same goes for the others. They just saw the miserable woman being viciously punched and kicked by several grown men, knocked to the ground, and then dragged in. Their brains didn't even have time to react to what was going on.

Immediately afterwards, I heard the young man next to me making a decision in an understatement, but the words coming out of his mouth seemed to have some kind of bloody smell that was not an illusion...

"What's wrong? Is there any problem?" Xia Ran looked around at everyone's expressions, tilted his head, and asked with a slight frown.

"Um... what do you mean by what you just said?" Fatty Hirano Toda asked cautiously, as if he wanted to make sure.

"I'm going to give them warmth, do you believe it?" Xia Ran said harmoniously, "Don't do this, how could you not know what I'm talking about... Believe me, there is no difference between those people and those dead zombies, even if Yes, it’s just that the behavior of zombies cannot be said to be sinful. They have no intelligence at all and cannot think..."

Although strictly speaking, they both act based on instinct, the difference between the two is huge.

At least from Xia Ran's personal point of view, when he kills zombies, he doesn't have any personal likes and dislikes. He may also lament the pity of these things. After all, they don't want to become zombies, whether they hurt the people around them or When hurt by the people around them, they are just victims.

The corpse that can no longer think is simply driven by the mechanism of the unknown virus to continue to move, thus attacking humans. It has lost all intelligence and consciousness and is only driven by the instinctive appetite of the body.

Killing something like this would make people feel sad at best.

But those so-called humans who are also driven by instinct are completely different. Xia Ran really feels that zombies are purer and cleaner than them...

"..."

"..."

Everyone was silent. It wasn't that they really had low IQs and couldn't understand, but that their previous ideas and thoughts were still affecting and constraining them. They may be used to fighting zombies, but they can't attack humans as a matter of course.

Even if they knew clearly that the targets were those extremely vicious thugs, they still couldn't change their minds for a while.

This is normal.

"You guys are really too rigid..." Xia Ran sighed and shook his head in disappointment, "Zombies will always be zombies, people are not necessarily humans... Forget it, you just wait here. Well, or you can clean up the zombies outside."

"What about you?" Saya Gaocheng asked subconsciously, and then she realized that there was no need to ask this question at all. It only showed that deep down in her heart, she was actually afraid that this person would abandon them and walk away.

Therefore, even if I think of the answer, I still subconsciously want to confirm it and get an exact answer, so that I can feel at ease.

After Takagi Saya reacted, she was very reluctant to admit such a conclusion. She was bullied so badly by this guy. Could it be that there was really some Stockholm effect?

No no no! It’s definitely not like this! It can only be said that in the current collapsing world, no matter how fearful and irritating this person is, he is still a strong guarantee for their survival, whether they are willing to admit it or not.

Xia Ran also noticed Gao Cheng Saya's inexplicable reaction, but just glanced at the girl and saw that the girl suddenly became more angry and her cheeks turned red. She probably thought that he was reading her own voice again, right?

He smiled thoughtfully, and then showed an unpredictable smile to Saya Takagi. Seeing the obvious change in the other person's expression, he seemed to have determined that he had seen through his heart, and then calmly turned around and left -

"Me? I'm going to give them a math lesson!"

math class?

What the hell? Everyone else looked confused and did not react immediately. It was not until two seconds later that they all remembered the terrifying scene that had happened not long ago, and suddenly felt that their scalps were about to explode.

"Well, please take me with you! Classmate Xia Ran!"

The person who spoke at this time was Busujima Yako. She seemed to have made up her mind. She quickly stepped forward and held the wooden sword in her hand. She calmly raised her head and looked at him without fear.

"Oh? Then are you ready... to kill?" Xia Ran looked at this majestic girl with a half-smile, and keenly noticed the trace of excitement hidden in her eyes.

And not to mention the eyes, this kind of emotion is not a plain and obscure emotion, so he captured it very clearly.

"If necessary..." Yako Busujima smiled softly, but her tone was very decisive, "As a daughter of the martial arts family, I will never hold you back."

Others were a little stunned, but they just admired this senior's mentality and determination. They couldn't make up their minds so easily to do anything to the still living humans.

Of course, they just can't make up their minds, but they don't think that people who can make up their minds have mental problems. After all, they all knew that they were not preparing to kill innocent people indiscriminately without any reason.

You can't say that just because they don't have the consciousness to execute some heinous criminals, they should stop others from doing such a thing, right?

If you can't stop the evil yourself and don't let others stop the evil, you just let the evil people continue to persecute others? What's the point?

They are not pedantic to this extent, and they will not think there is anything wrong with Busujima-senpai because of this.

But Xia Ran was different. He stared at Busujima Yaozi's eyes, nodded slowly and thoughtfully, still with that half-smiling expression:

"Okay, come on then... I just want to see the style of the daughter of the Wu family."

Yako Busujima suddenly felt a sudden shock in his heart, but then he smiled disapprovingly. The young man in front of him could read minds. There was no way he could keep any secrets from him. Besides, since he chose to stand up, Aren’t you just mentally prepared for this?

As soon as she thought of this, she became free and easy. She no longer felt restrained, and her whole person exuded a generous feeling. She really had a bit more style and charm of a daughter of the martial arts family.

"Wait, wait! I...I want to go too!"

Takagi Saya gritted her teeth and finally decided to follow.

The others looked at each other and did not lag behind. Although they did not dare or were unwilling to kill, they could not let their companions face danger, right? Although there is no danger, this is not the reason for them to do nothing.

——At least they have to go over and help calm the situation. If a fight really breaks out, they are not completely afraid to take action.

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"Run! You damn keep running! I let you run! I let you run!"

"Damn it! You're shameless. What's so good about your good-for-nothing husband? Just die, so as not to waste food. I think highly of you..."

"Hey! You stinky woman still dares to bite me, let me go! Let me go!...Hey! Beat her to death! Beat her to death! Drag her out and feed her those things, just like her damn husband !”

A conflict apparently broke out in the first-floor lobby of the hospital's main building.

The final result was that he took charge of this place and felt that he was already the "boss" of the noble master. Two of his fingers were almost bitten off by the crazy woman. In the end, he furiously decided to kill this madman who did not know whether to live or die. Mother-in-law!

The woman was beaten and kicked until she was about to die before she let go. Then she was dragged out by two "boss" thugs who were directly ordered to use her to feed zombies to establish the "boss"'s supreme and inviolable authority.

This woman didn't struggle, her hair was disheveled, and her expression was invisible. She didn't know if she was about to die, or if she had long been in despair. Perhaps death would be a relief for her.

There were still many people in the hall who were trembling, but did not dare to say anything. They were ordered to squat on the ground, and were surrounded by about ten or twenty thugs holding various weapons, or puffing away smoke and smoking cigarettes, watching eagerly. He stared at everyone, as if he was ready to find someone who didn't like him and beat him up at any time.

These guys who are slightly mentally ill probably feel that they are very majestic and proud now, and they have never been so physically and mentally comfortable in their lives.

Bullshit law, bullshit order, this world now belongs to the era of strong men like them! If you see a woman you like, you will rape her, if you see someone you don't like, you will kill her, and no one will be able to control them. Is there anything more addictive than this kind of power?

There are always some fools who like to challenge their supreme authority and cannot see the reality clearly, which is very annoying!

"You have all seen that this is the consequences of resisting me. In this world, only the strong deserve to have everything..."

The "boss" covered his bloody palms, glanced at the whole audience with sinister eyes, and said harsh words——

"You trash are worthless. You can live only because I allow you to live, but you must be completely under my control and command. Otherwise, you will only..."

boom!

A person suddenly flew in from outside the door and hit the ground hard at the right time, making a dull sound! The limp flesh was lifeless, the neck was bent at an absolutely abnormal angle, and the cervical vertebrae seemed to be broken.

It was one of the two thugs who had dragged the woman out to feed the zombies. He had now turned into an unmistakable corpse, with unspeakable fear still remaining in his godless eyes.

Everyone was startled and almost subconsciously took a step back. Many of the people who were forced to squat on the ground fell down in fear.

"...a dead end."

The "boss" was also stunned for a moment, his brain couldn't process this scene at all, but he still finished the last sentence habitually.