Vol 7 Chapter 55: Infinite II

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A desk for writing, a swivel office chair and a computer without power;
A single-bed mattress, a comfortable sofa for thinking and a treadmill that is also not powered.
This is the space of Shen Yan's own dream. Shen Yanren is awake and not dreaming, and of course there will be no one in the house.
But the room is not quiet, not only playing music with a strong sense of rhythm and deafening volume-
There is also a very social scale that shakes his arms!
And a crystal ball rolling very joyfully!
Referred to as the "rock" combination!
The various gestures that the six relatives didn't recognize, as the door opened, seemed to stop with a "Gaba" sound.
The crystal ball is attached to a reverse slope, pretending to be still;
Libra breaks a yoga pose, pretending to be balanced ...
Shen Yan squeezed her eyebrows fiercely with her fingers, what the did I do (hearing this question, the heavens and the world are stunned), want me to meet these two goods? He felt his head hurt and wanted to throw away the door!
"you guys……"
"Boss, I want to die you!" The crystal ball jumped up and flew.
Shen Yan supported the crystal ball with his hand. Understand, this is the old version of the small obstacle, which has nothing to do with the new version of the obedient cute soft cute little obstacle!
"Shen Yan, you're back." Libra girl took advantage of the opportunity to say hello and straightened her arm.
"Speak, why are you here? Xiao Xiao said first." Shen Yan asked directly.
Under the dream, everyone is equal. Smart creatures have the right to dream. Besides, according to their strength, the supreme artifact Libra girl can also have a place in the rest of the dream, so as not to rub the place in his dream.
"Boss, you are so kind to me!" Xiaozhao said happily, "You may not believe it, but you first ..."
"Stop!" Shen Yan's head began to hurt again. "Answer is wrong, your qualifications are deprived. The following questions are answered by Libra!"
This is the way to deal with small impediments, she must be noisy without letting her talk. It's better to let her speak, and then grab nonsense braids and mute directly, so that even small obstacles have nothing to say-parents are becoming stronger in the battle with bear children.
"It's really you who asked us to come, I mean another you, he looks more evil than you ... well, I'm not wordy," Libra girl is a jealous, immediately short story. "Another you are doing a plane transaction, the small barrier is responsible for checking out and collecting money. I guarantee that the transaction will proceed smoothly."
Libra pointed to the side ...
Shen Yan turned her head and saw a familiar fireplace.
The fireplace that was once placed in the guard room of the temple, somehow appeared in Shen Yan's dream. In the burning flame of the fireplace, one narrow door after another was formed, and a sheepskin scroll that had not yet been thrown was placed above the fireplace.
Shen Yan raised his hand to take it, opened it, and saw that it was written in divine writing (which can transform all the text):
"The money and the goods are exchanged.
Shen Yan only felt that the eyes were black, Shen Yan ... You are a scumbag!
Have a few dreams!

"Givemeakisstobuildadreamon
AndmyimaginationWillthriveuponthatkiss ... "
The radio on the bus was turned on, and the red light above flashed in the dim light of dusk. A blues song with an electronic rustle filled the quiet corner.
This is a bus that can't see its true colors. It has been a wreck many years ago.
Greasy sludge piled up in the corners, the wheels and the seat cushions and wood in the carriages were already dismantled, and the sides were superimposed with several layers of car covers to become bunkers. The seats arranged horizontally by the windows cannot even recognize that this was a bus.
But now, the radio station that replaced the electron tube played music smoothly.
"Givemeakissbeforeyouleaveme
AndmyimaginationWillfeedmyhungryheart ... "
The horizontal bus is in a good position, her window is facing the square of Washington DC, a monument is in the distance, and the Lincoln Memorial is behind.
On the front, the evening light of Dusk is pulling the shadow of the broken monument to the elders, passing over the countless mutant corpses on the battlefield, and dropping the projection of the spire on the peeling paint pattern and the soldiers lying down in the car.
Inside the car, the armored soldiers lay down on the ground and the car chair in various poses, brass shells, polished clips, AK47, M4, 56 ... while their weapons were scattered. Dark red blood stains solidified on the twill iron floor. In the quiet evening, these are like a warm oil painting.
"WhenI'malonewithmyfancies
I'llbewithyouWeavingromances ... "
The last soldier in the armor, wearing a power armor, sat in the back row chair and listened to the radio song quietly. The gun leaned against the legs and the red light of the cigar in the helmet flashed in the dim car, just like a car radio.
Blood flowed gurgling out of the torn steel cracks, flowing through the waist and thigh armor, dripping down--and converging into a stream under the chair.
In front of the bus, giant mutants with Gatling, M2, bazooka and heavy hammer, coveted mutant dogs, cultists in human skin rushed into the square from one side. "Hoo-Huo-" They, breathing heavily in a row, almost even into a thick fog at dusk;
On the other side of the square, radiant, bloodthirsty, white-haired zombies poured out of large and small buildings like a tide, and entered the square from the other side. The water surface was broken, and the body floating in the pool was kicked away.
The monsters gathered together and stepped on the thick corpses to refill the space under the monument.
In the afterglow of the setting sun, people's heads flowed like many, many, many years ago.
The monsters headed towards the silent front, towards the only bus playing vaguely, Cissot.
"OhgivemeyourlipsForjustamoment
AndmyimaginationWillmakethatmomentlive ... "
With the rhythm of the armored steel boots stopped, the last soldier fumbled and pulled a piece of parchment from the power armored backpack ... Although this piece of paper was tucked in the bottom of the backpack, it was still penetrated by a bullet into a small hole, and blood stains were still stuck on half of it.
However, the blood stains were dark red and dried up, except for those that had penetrated into the texture. They were obviously not from today.
The blood stains obscure the mysterious text above, but it allows everyone who reads to read it, even if it does n’t read. The soldier moved the cigar close to the parchment paper, and the cigarette light illuminated the names written on the edge of the paper line by line: "Shawn, Mike, Wang Hu, Qiu Shaojun, Zhu Jingyuan, Calvin ..."
This piece of paper has passed through the hands of countless people. Most of those people have been sacrificed, but the parchment is still intact, just like a thought.
The excessive blood loss caused his hand to tremble slightly, barely writing his name.
By the way, do you need money?
He shivered and took all of his ... pocket caps, resting on parchment ... is this really okay? Or need US dollars? RMB? I do n’t know, everyone who passed down the parchment did n’t know if it was really useful.
But this piece of paper is like a hope, passing from one person to another person's hand, conveying the last afterglow of the last days.
"Slap--" The trembling body caused the small half of the pencil to roll off his legs and fall to the floor, then parchment and bottle caps on his knees. He wanted to reach out to pick it up, but the dizziness of blood loss forced him to stop.
In the haze, the soldier seemed to see that the paper flying in the air seemed to be burning.
The bottle cap did not fall to the ground with a clatter, but turned into light in the air-light?
The hazy large clusters of light fluttered on the retina, making the soldier doubt what he saw. When he tried to look at it, the paper had burned out, turned into ashes and fell, and the car fell into darkness again.
The soldier leaned against the wall of the rear compartment and saw the last bit of the sunset, obscured by the Vietnam War Memorial Wall.
The world is completely dark.
Is it useless?
On the occasion of surviving, the soldiers saw the blue sky light reappear, saw the triangular cone-shaped sci-fi spacecraft descend from the sky, and saw countless lightning towers light up the sky! Seeing the monsters bred in the last days lie down like mowing grass, the burnt white dust flew into the sky ...
The soldier didn't know if it was true or the fantasy he saw before he died, but he hoped it was true.
hope……
"Givemewhatyoualonecangive
Akisstobuildadreamon. "
The song ended and the soldier closed his eyes.
The radio flashed, a black smoke erupted in the strong electromagnetic field, and it burned again.