Section 51 Time

Strong fingers pinch the fragile throat to pieces.

Looking at the black corpse twitching on the ground, Lin Xiang felt an indescribable weirdness and trance.

Mutants can't speak. Viruses seem to deprive them of their right to use their voice organs. All mutant creatures that died in their hands in the old days had never said a word.

The mortal mutant in front of him could actually speak? This was really unimaginable.

Lin Xiang really hoped that this was just an illusion caused by his unrestrained guesses and anger. But the subconscious mind told him that this was true, a fact that happened in front of his eyes and was captured by his ears.

The moans released from the black lips were blurred, and they sounded like the twisted tone of a knife sliding across the record, but the meaning represented was as obvious as the black ink trace dripping on white paper.

"Don't kill me--"

It is begging for mercy.

beg for mercy?

The inertial thinking that suddenly appeared in the brain urged Lin Xiang's body to tremble nervously. He could not control this normal physiological reaction purely by hormones, so he could only bare his mouth, grit his teeth desperately, straighten his body like a stone, and use his almost rigid muscles and bones to suppress the twitching of the short-term nerves.

If even mutated creatures could think like humans, what would the future of this world look like?

"No, it shouldn't be like this. It must be something wrong, something is wrong..."

He murmured with a pale face, and the strange expression on his face couldn't tell whether he was crying or laughing. With countless kinds of tangled and chaotic thinking, he shook his head and slowly left the sidewalk occupied by the mutant corpses.

Lin Xiang subconsciously accelerated his speed. Blue-gray cement buildings retreated and flew backwards from his side, and his flexible figures rushed through the wreckage of the car in the middle of the road. His legs and feet, full of powerful explosive power, jumped on the ground and jumped high from above the falling building. The cold wind blew towards him, and a sharp howling sound sounded in his ears.

He must find the answer to another question as soon as possible - how long has the world passed after he "dead"?

Lin Xiang rushed into every house like crazy, savagely searching for all the objects that could be related to time. The narrow space silently under time raised thick and chaotic dust, and the little insects hidden in it fled away in a hurry. The old wooden boards were broken weakly into pieces of scattered debris under the sudden violent destruction. The crumbling lime coating that was barely stuck to the wall was also peeled off during the squeeze and collision, and mixed with the various residues falling on the ground to form a pile of slightly convex black and white powder.

Walking into a street shop with a tilted door panel, I looked at the window with only half of my head, but still raised my sexy thighs high, and the plastic advertising girl with a charming smile under the erosion of mold spots and scorch marks reached out to pick up a wool coat covered with plastic film from the dusty shelf. Before I could carry it to my face, the decaying fabric had dispersed like dust, leaving only a few strands of pulp-formed fibers hanging on the hanger, floating back and forth with the disturbed airflow.

The roller shutter door of the electrical appliance store next door was half-closed. Through the light refracted from the ground, you could see several TVs on the glass cabinet with water stains printed on the screen. More than a dozen neatly arranged refrigerators leaned together, and a group of black crawlers who could not name could squirm back and forth on the ground, as if they were claiming to all outsiders that they only possession of the place.

Next to the bar codes and trademarks of various items, you can barely see the production date, but you can't find any information about the passage of time.

Lin Xiang walked onto the street irritably, the dark sky pressed against the ground, and irregular hazy light appeared in the thin clouds, as if a rotten quilt had been torn to pieces.

Suddenly, a broken pattern embedded in the surface of a cement building with a diameter of at least two meters attracted his attention.

It was a police badge with a blue bottom and a red heart with a half-encircled and golden spike leaves on the edge. The hot flames burned the surroundings of the pattern into incomplete charred black. A huge crack divided the shield in the center into two halves. The tripod with fixed steel bars barely supported the shaking red national emblem. On the marble beam below it, there were also several bronze characters "Pingdingshan Police Station" that could no longer be distinguished in color.

Lin Xiang showed a slightly unexpected expectation on his face, and he turned around and ran towards the end of the road.

The wreckage of more than a dozen police cars was crowded in the open space in front of the building. Bypassing these obstacles without any value for staying, Lin Xiang quickly rushed into the gate full of garbage stones, followed the stairs leading to the underground, and searched carefully in all the rooms in sequence.

"Visiting Reception Room", "Complaint Acceptance Section", "Document Printing Room"... I silently recited the tag hanging on the heads of each door and slowly walked into the dark and dull underground parking lot.

Rub the turtle velvet and light up a few oil-soaked wood chips that have been prepared. The burning flame "beeps" reveals a line of sight with a diameter of about several meters.

Compared to the wreckage of metal skeletons on the ground, dozens of cars parked here are still in good condition. Lin Xiang is not interested in them at the moment, and his entire attention is focused on the gray door that can be vaguely distinguished in shape in the southwest corner of the parking lot.

The door bolt that was opened was a narrow staircase leading to a deeper underground.

I suppressed my strong heartbeat, took a deep breath, took a step and kept facing down. The figure shook back and forth under the fire, adding a few inexplicable weirdness to the silent dark world.

Lin Xiang walked very slowly and lightly, as if he was afraid of disturbing the almost depressing atmosphere in the corridor.

He was afraid of the expectation in his heart, and was suddenly shattered by the cruel reality.

According to the experience of the old era, a weapon and ammunition storage room is usually installed in the deepest underground of the police station and the armed forces. The relevant documents issued by the General Equipment Department in 2014 stipulate that the opening keys of such special warehouses are directly under the jurisdiction of military personnel at the provincial, municipal and district levels. In an emergency, they can pass the subkey password set by the local relevant departments and directly use the Class A key to open it.

When leaving the Chengdu Command Center, General Xie Zhiwen once handed him a magnetic card recording the Class A key. The information contained in it was only a digit of up to fifty-six digits. This set of passwords that Lin Xiang kept in mind can open all military warehouses and shelters with level S authority within the territory of the Republic.

A few minutes later, the stairs that were turning back and forth had reached the end. The sudden fire reflected his blurry shadow on the wall. A spider standing in the corner seemed to feel a potential threat and quickly slipped down from the dusty net. Behind the shadow of the wires and pipes protruding from the wall, he carefully watched the human behavior.

A yellow corpse hung from a strange angle on the iron-gray steel door at the bottom of the corridor. The police uniform that had been melted on the surface of the bone pile proved the identity of the deceased.

The thick steel door surface is sprayed with conspicuous white paint, a row of semicircular ring-shaped fonts - "Weapon Management Room".

That's right, it's here.

He swallowed his throat secretly, Lin Xiang raised his foot and stepped over the remains of the deceased in front of the door and walked to the password lock on the right side of the door wall.

This is an electronic combination lock that was common in the old era. With power supply, you only need to enter a twelve-digit authentication number to turn on. If the power is cut off, the lock will automatically turn off and become the original mechanical combination mode. Once this happens, you can only enter a fifty-six-digit A-level key, or a higher level of ninety-eight-digit S-level key, to turn on again and reset the system.

Lifting up the dust cover covering the surface of the lock, Lin Xiang felt his hands trembling.

No one knows what is hidden behind this door.

Weapons and supplies you need urgently?

Perhaps, the things inside have been taken away long ago?

Or, will some unknown monster be hidden?

This is definitely not a delusion caused by imagination. It has been an extremely long time since the nuclear explosion. Even the brutal and bloodthirsty mutants will beg for mercy. What else is impossible?

His fingers touched the cold keyboard, pressed the number of blocks that popped up again and sent a slight pressure, silently chanting the fifty-six-digit keys that had been memorized in the depths of his memory. Every time he pressed it, Lin Xiang's heart would jump wildly with the rhythm of touch.

"Click--"

The moment the last number was pressed, the steel teeth tightly clenched the closed lock, and suddenly bounced open a gap of about two centimeters.

The swaying fire dispelled the darkness that had been shrouded in the room for a long time, and presented everything to him.

In the basement with an area of ​​more than 200 square meters, hundreds of rectangular horizontal weapon racks are neatly arranged along the surrounding walls. On the iron-gray steel vertical cabinet, there are plan structure diagrams of prohibiting fireworks and assault rifles. Several nine-mm shells fell on the ground full of debris, and under the shaking flames, they refracted dim and faint light.

All the storage compartments are empty. The surface of the trough of the wooden bracket is covered with a thin layer of dust. It leads to the wire protection net outside, and a tilted outward gap is torn. Everything shows that there have been intense chaos and struggles here.

Lin Xiang's heart suddenly sank down. The brows that had just been stretched were frowning again.

Despite this, he opened the doors of all the cabinets, illuminated every dark corner with a torch, and patiently searched for everything available.

Suddenly, Lin Xiang's pupils suddenly shrank - the hand inserted into the cabinet clearly touched the cold texture emitted by the metal instruments. He subconsciously grabbed the object hidden in the darkness and dragged it to the face of the bright light emitted by the torch.

It was a 12.7mm caliber standard equipped combat sniper rifle. The number g180s is a product developed by the military of the Republic in the old era and Barrett.

A light blue translucent plastic film was covered by the gun body, and a dense sealing line was pressed on the highest seal. When the film was torn open, the strong smell of gun oil suddenly emitted, causing Lin Xiang to cough.

The firearm is in good condition and can be used.

All ammunition boxes are empty, but this does not have much impact on the gun itself. Bullets can be bought in any town in the new era. In this world where you may encounter danger at any time, a simple homemade ammunition workshop is a must-have for every settlement.

Half an hour later, Lin Xiang, who searched the entire room, finally confirmed that he accidentally got g180s, which was his only gain.

The fire gradually became weak, and the remaining burning objects in his hand reminded him to leave here as soon as possible.

Just as he turned around and was about to take steps towards the door, he stood there as if he was shocked, his eyes full of shock, staring at the wall above the door beam.

On the flat wall, an octagonal Rossini quartz clock was hung. The slender hands moved forward rhythmically under the drive of the wheel axle. In the date display bar in the lower right corner of the clock face, a row of black numbers distinguished by year, month and day are exposed.

December 6, 2109.

He opened his lips slightly, raised the wooden block that was about to burn his fingertips high, and the calendar illuminated by the fire seemed particularly clear.

The weapons management room is located underground and is basically not affected by a nuclear explosion. This quartz clock has been operating according to standard earth time, day after day, year after year.

Lin Xiang will never forget the day when he and Ying Jia were separated from life and death.

December 28, 2015.

In other words, ninety-four years have passed since that time.

The raised hands fell down weakly, and the last flame fell to the ground and shook left and right, flickering light and darker, and the range of light enveloped became smaller and smaller... Finally, the last light and heat were exhausted in the persistence of breathing, and a wisp of rising white smoke was completely swallowed up by the endless darkness.

Lin Xiang stood there in a hunch, unable to see anything. Two warm, salty tears rolled out from his eyes that had been open.

Ninety-four years, nearly a century.

This is almost the limit of human life span, and no one can resist the slow death caused by the passage of time.

With the nuclear explosion that destroys everything, whether familiar or unfamiliar, humans in the old era could not have lived to this day.

Except me, alone...

The wind in the sky swept wildly, sweeping thick black clouds, dense sand and stones were rolled up high from the ground, and with the power to tear everything, they violently hit all objects that dared to protrude on the ground. The cold and rapid air flow passed through his face, bringing a knife to cut the pain. The timid reptile had already hid deep underground, lying in the dirty and wet cave, shivering, and listening to the storm's anger in fear.

Lin Xiang, expressionless, walked down the broken gate steps of the police station, and there were clear and heavy footprints on the brick surface covered by snowflakes.

When he was just resurrected from this world, his eyes were filled with confusion and distress.

At this moment, there was only endless hatred in my eyes and the coldness with cruel murderous intent.

The Knights of Skeletons should still be in this world. They cannot be destroyed together with themselves. No matter what the reasons for releasing viruses and launching nuclear attacks, they should die-

Too many people have become memories, the country and the rule of law are gone, and only the extremely cruel laws of survival remain in the world. The bodies of the dead have become food to fill their stomachs, and... the ubiquitous radiation has changed the direction of evolution of living things.

For food, humans are turning into vicious monsters.

In order to survive, the monsters are also imitating their opponents and becoming more like humans.

Gently stroking the hair ring between his left finger, Lin Xiangyang faced the dark sky with wind and clouds, silently making the most cruel poisonous oath.

"Kill all the Skeleton Knights, everyone-"

The city of Alma in winter seems much deserted than usual.

This city does not have thick walls like other settlements. Simple sheds made of thatch and iron are densely aggregated together and spontaneously form the prototype of the city. They are thousands of people, and each room has its own owner. Of course, this kind of thing is not absolute. No matter who it is, as long as you can kill the strongest owner in any room, you can naturally inherit everything left by the other party.

Including women and children.

The smell of feces and sewage is everywhere here. In summer, mutated mosquitoes and flies are dancing up and down in the dirty water with white foam, piercing them into the human body with their slender mouthparts, sucking fresh and sweet blood. In winter, the biting cold wind passes through the sparse fences and pours into the house from the door walls full of holes, and wants to seize the little warmth that people have finally gathered together, turning tens of thousands of low and dilapidated sheds into bone-broken garbage dumps.

This is a real slum. Almost every day, staggered corpses are transported out of the city and thrown away in the wilderness far away from the road. Those terrible corpses that exude a smell of decay, fester all over their bodies, and have large radiant tumors. Only blood-bone vultures and wolves who are extremely hungry will become very interested in them.

There is no definite evidence of who named the place, but people passing by from which direction will stay in the city for at least one night.

The reason is simple - there are beautiful, clean and disease-free women here.

This is exactly the same as the word "Emma". In the words of those who like to release extra energy on women, this is actually a slutty city that exudes a lewd atmosphere.

Lin Xiang looked at the intersection leading to Emma for a long time. Until the snow was about to completely cover the entire upper, he lifted his stiff feet and slowly walked into the city covered with snowflakes.

Emma City is in the northeast of Yinyue Town, and is the intersection of several old-time main traffic roads. The special geographical location allows a large number of immigrants here. In addition to women, there is also a developed commercial system that is incomparable to other cities.

Lin Xiang’s purpose here is very simple - to sell those homemade biological potions.

Revenge and resurrection both require money.
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