dramatic death

Chapter 50. Countdown

"They called Deerlicott, that garbage city, the last utopia of mankind."

"How ridiculous, a utopia built on ruins."

On the third day after the explosion in the commercial street, Xu Jingchen, the general manager of Hakoniwa Online, who called himself a "little employee", was making coffee in the studio on a video call.

While watching the hot coffee pouring into the bottom of the cup, while listening to A's soft breathing across the light screen, he said, "A, do you remember why the new era started?"

The person opposite the light screen didn't speak. Xu Jingchen watched the coffee overflowing the waterline, paused for a while, and smiled to himself.

"I remember."

A new era was born from a bright red virus.

People can no longer remember what the original purpose of developing it is. There are always various pursuits in the development of science, either to explore the unknown or to liberate the labor force. The slogans are always more high-sounding.

Xu Jingchen remembers that he went through relevant reports for a while.He logged into countless search engines, visited countless dilapidated cities, stood under those crumbling walls, and used some strange names to ask people who had never met before.

He is looking for answers.

He wanted to know where the accident had come from, what was the source of these disasters.He flipped through the only weekly magazine left in his hand, pointed at the writing on it that was about to be smoothed by his fingertips, and repeated those boring lines day after day.

He kept asking: "Do you know this person? Do you know about this? Have you ever been to this place?"

The answer is always no.

He could not see the dawn of persistence, and the former insider of the "Hakoniwa Project" had already passed away.The cities he had measured with his steps had already been turned into ruins in the disasters that almost wiped out the human race.

Then at this time, someone told him the name of the virus.

It's called a "seed".

The first time Xu Jingchen came into contact with this name was on the podium of a certain university.The young professor in a suit and leather shoes had a face like a crown of jade. He watched the other party talking vigorously, and typed this simple word on the light screen with a big wave of his hand.

He called the virus the hope of the birth of mankind, claiming that it just worked badly at the wrong time, and that if someone could extract a vaccine against the virus, it might be possible to build a ladder to a new human being.

Xu Jingchen remembered that a student in the audience asked: "Dr. Bai, I wonder if you still remember how many innocent people were killed by the zombie wave caused by the 'seed' virus before the new era?"

The young Dr. Bai stood on the podium and waved out a data list.

He said: "As I remember, this is the list of the dead of this zombie wave. In the future, they will be engraved on the monument of human history."

Xu Jingchen was standing at the entrance of the auditorium, looking up at the long list together with tens of millions of students.He didn't know what other people were thinking, but he could only hear a small voice in his heart, which sneered after a short silence.

He was saying that we were alive only to add another name on the stele.

He felt it was unfair.

But some people always think that this research will benefit all mankind.It can remove human beings from the evolutionary chain and become the first race in history to escape from the "doomsday".

Holding the coffee, Xu Jingchen gave a short laugh.

——So these people put the improved virus into the research of "Hakoniwa Project", and turned the abandoned city full of refugees into an isolated experimental base.

——They think they can create utopia.

The sound of footsteps going up the stairs came from the opposite side of the virtual light screen. The owner bound to it seemed to have a very calm personality, so that the sound of footsteps was like a planned pile driver, and the interval between each sound was paused. Pretty accurate.

Xu Jingchen took a sip of his coffee, letting the bitter liquid slide over his tongue and pour it into his stomach.He said: "A, do you know what the reagents developed by the seed virus are used for?"

The footsteps on the opposite side of the light screen paused, and the listener seemed to be waiting for the answer to this question.

So Xu Jingchen smiled and said, "You should be familiar with this project. Those viruses are all used to cultivate new humans."

"They said that they want to cultivate new humans in the garbage dump of the abandoned city that can resist the harsh environment, whose five senses are comparable to zombies, and whose thinking speed can reach the computing level of mobile terminals."

"They say they can create an eve that lives forever."

"They say this experiment will be humanity's hope."

……

"They say that Mr. Xiaoyin is the hope of mankind."

On the endlessly flowing Central Avenue, Dong Tiantian yawned lazily with a long tone.

He and Wen Qiu are on their way to the "afternoon tea" dessert house.Mr. Wen, who is skilled in driving, resolutely gave up on automatic driving, stepping on the accelerator all the way as if he had swallowed three catties of chili peppers raw.His brows were furrowed, his thin lips were pursed into a straight line, his piercing eyes were fixed on the road ahead, and the virtual steering wheel turned as if it would be unscrewed from the control panel in a second.

Dong Tiantian nestled in the co-pilot, his eyes lingering on the promotional advertisement of Box Garden Online outside the window.He barely stabilized his figure in the extreme speed drift of Mr. Wen, flicked his wrist, stared at the countdown on the light screen and sighed.

"49:00:20."

"According to Christie's speed, we still have 14 minutes and 40 seconds to collect Mr. Xiaoyin's body."

……

"A, the target person hasn't appeared yet, you can walk a little slower."

Holding the coffee, Xu Jingchen glanced at the light screen floating in mid-air, and leisurely turned off the coffee machine that was still in operation.

His studio is not big, and he can walk back and forth in a dozen steps. There is a long table attached to the wall in front of the light-transmitting window, and a string is hung above it to hang the design drawings drawn by Mr. Xu in his busy schedule.

Those translucent blueprints were enjoying the nourishment of the sunset bath, but before they had time to realize the philosophy of life, Mr. Xu, who had nothing to do, stretched out his hand and pulled them down.

Xu Jingchen faced the light and looked at the pattern with clear lines on the paper.

It was a three-dimensional view of a tube building, and the grid in the lower right corner was filled with the name of the building.

- Temporary residential building for monitors.

Xu Jingchen suddenly sneered.He vaguely remembered that this building was not called by this name back then. The abandoned city at that time was still a gathering place for homeless people. It was dirty and decayed, dilapidated and old. A solid residential building was found on the land.

The survivors hugged each other to keep warm, weeping with joy for the rare stability after the apocalypse.They are grateful for every night when they can light up the lights, and for every piece of food that has been sterilized by high temperature.

They never disliked the poor living environment in the abandoned city until those scientists brought a clean and tidy new building.

It is smooth and beautiful, standing outside the city full of garbage, like a noble princess.

People call it "White House".

——This is a white building filled with cutting-edge researchers from the Academy of Sciences.

Suddenly there was a slight noise in the virtual light screen floating in mid-air, and a boy wearing a hat appeared on the screen, with a pair of black eyes hidden under the lowered brim of the hat.

Xu Jingchen put down the design drawing, looked at the boy and smiled.He said: "A, move the light screen a little farther away, this distance is too close, I can only see your flickering eyelashes clearly."

The boy on the opposite side of the light screen blinked, stretched out his hand and extended the shooting distance.

He was nestling in a small dark private room.

Xu Jingchen knew where this was.

This is the only movie theater on the commercial street. It is located on the third floor of the mall and has an entire floor of private screening halls.It adopts a private booking mechanism, which protects the privacy of guests quite well. The most important thing is that it is facing the street of the commercial street. When you open the window, you can see the noisy crowd at night.

Open the window and you can see the dessert house across the street.

Lifting his hat, A raised his lips and smiled, tilting his head and shouting cheerfully: "Wow!" He seemed to have suppressed his voice for a long time, so that the greeting was a little hoarse, and he seemed a bit wronged.

Xu Jingchen couldn't help laughing out loud, he said: "Ah, you really look more and more like the Pomeranian I used to raise."

"Wang!"

"I understand, I understand, you can't match Pomeranian with your body. I'm just describing it. If you really look like it, I should have a headache."

"Wang?"

"You can't compare, she is a beautiful girl, but she left early, or I will let you see her." Xu Jingchen took a sip of coffee, pulled out the chair, leaned on the back of the chair and looked up at the sunset outside the window, " That's why I told you, don't put things in your mouth that others give, who knows what they put in it?"

"It's okay to eat some expired ones. If you get some vaccines, medicines, etc., you leave me alone, how lonely."

"Wow...!"

A happily responded in the light screen.Seeing his appearance, Xu Jingchen wanted to laugh, so he stretched out his hand and flicked his forehead through the air, causing A to lean back in a hurry.

"Stupid or not," Xu Jingchen said with a smile, "If you're so dumb, you won't know when you'll be sold out."

"Wang Wang!"

"If you say no, you won't. Human traffickers don't discuss with you in advance these days." Xu Jingchen raised his eyebrows, "Don't look at me like that. It doesn't matter if I say it. Your thinking should be more materialistic. History is It is determined by the masses of the people, and no one can build an ideal city by himself, and Bai Yanxing is the same."

Xu Jingchen paused for a moment, as if he remembered something, he dragged the light screen and fixed it in front of his eyes.

"15:39:02."

The countdown in the upper left corner is decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if something suddenly squandered the remaining time.Xu Jingchen frowned, his expression suddenly became serious.He was silent for a while, then said softly: "A, you can take a look now."

The boy on the other side of the light screen nodded obediently. He raised the sniper rifle in his hand and passed through the narrow air vent, but his eyes widened when he turned back to ask for instructions.

The muzzle of the pitch-black gun touched Xu Jingchen's temple through the fine strands of hair. From the front camera of the light screen, Mr. Xu, who gave orders, saw the expressionless executioner.

He was wearing a white military uniform, his thin lips were pursed lightly, and his gentle face was as cold as polar ice.

He said, "What are you looking at?"