lost narrative poem

Chapter 102 Xia Ran's Perfect Arithmetic Classroom

Seeing that the seven or eight tentacles had a clear division of labor, a tentacle appeared directly above his head.

The bone blade at the end was sharp and cold, and it was still reflecting the icy luster and killing intent. It slowly approached the center of his vision blurred by tears, as if it wanted to nail through the center of his brow——

This group of thugs who were howling because of fear and pain suddenly collapsed completely, begging for mercy, crying, shirking responsibility, crazily cursing, and so on. Incomparably chaotic and embarrassing.

And it doesn't match up with the red-eyed violence before, the domineering intent on violence and murder.

"What is 1000-7?" Xia Ran frowned and asked again.

But one thing is obvious, at this time, it is impossible for the thugs, who are suffering from fear and pain because their palms are cut off, and whose nerves are stimulated by the threat of death, to do a math problem at all.

No matter how simple this math problem is, their barren brains are completely left with fear and confusion at this moment. They don't know what they are yelling and crying, and they don't have extra attention to do mental calculations at all. one time.

Or rather, they simply didn't even hear the question clearly, and they didn't understand at all what the consequences would be if they couldn't answer it.

The howling wind sounded!

Seven or eight tentacles fell down at the same instant, and the sharp bone blades nailed through the heads of every thug, stopping their croaking abruptly!

Everyone's eyes widened subconsciously, full of fear and disbelief, unable to believe that they died like this, dead worthless, and no great ambitions or lofty ideals could be realized in time.

It shouldn't be like this!It can't be like this!

Why would the dead be themselves?Shouldn't they easily kill the enemy?Why is this all reversed?

As if he had just killed that thug named Hamasaki, seven or eight information prompts sounded in Xia Ran's consciousness almost at the same time.

——Whether saving or destroying, as long as the action changes the original trajectory of destiny, it will be rewarded.

Next, should we choose a few heinous ones to make an example of others, or kill them all?

Xia Ran glanced at her increased points, then slowly turned her head, looked in the direction of the gate, stared at the group of people over there, to be precise, at the remaining thugs.

However, at such a time, the group of students couldn't tell the difference clearly.

They just saw the monster mercilessly and simply killed the seven or eight thugs, retracted the poisonous snake-like tentacles, and then slowly turned their heads to look in their direction.

So for a moment, my mind went blank.

"What is 1000-7?"

A cold voice sounded, and the monster indifferently asked such a question that seemed to have been repeated several times just now.

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"..."

No one can answer such a question.

Just like those students, the rest of the thugs just felt stiff and unable to move, and their minds were even more muddled, messy and didn't know what they were thinking about instinctively.

……

……

at the same time.

At the end of the street outside the large department store, a group of people were running towards this direction with a clear goal.

Moreover, it seems that half of them are quite skilled. They can wield weapons while running, hit the zombies blocking the way in front of them, or use the modified nail gun to shoot them. Hit the head for the kill.

The remaining half of the people followed closely behind the person who opened the way ahead. Even if they were not positioned as combat units, they had to try their best to keep up with the team, so as not to be left behind too much... They even had the energy to talk.

But this is probably also because the streets are empty, and there are not many wandering dead zombies.

From here to there, you can count how many scattered zombies there are at a glance. To put it a bit exaggerated, a person in a wheelchair can avoid them and rush between them. .

However, just to be on the safe side, Bujima Yako and the others chose to clean up as much as possible, so as not to encounter accidents to the non-combatants behind them.

After all, it is really hard to make people feel at ease. Takashiro Saya has no melee combat ability, Ju Chuan Shizuka is naturally a bit too much, and Shiri Alice, who was rescued by them last night, is still a primary school student.

In addition, there is a dog...

Adding them all together, they may not be able to deal with a dead zombie head-on, so try to choose a safer way. Anyway, the number of zombies is not too many, and they will be defeated with a few more swings of the weapon.

"This area has been cleaned up before, so the number of zombies is very rare. You still remember the commercial square... So we just need to pass quickly and don't make too much noise."

Rei Miyamoto said so out of breath, her face was gloomy, and she seemed very disgusted.

The same goes for the others, fortunately they didn't have time to eat breakfast this morning, otherwise, the square area would have been enough to make them vomit up their overnight meal... because it's so fucking disgusting.

They have already regretted their decision to go there to take a look in order to detect information. Although from an objective perspective, this is really a good thing for the remaining human survivors, it will not change their madness. Nature.

"That's what I said, but you heard the voice just now... from the shopping mall." Takashiro Saya tightened her face, "We are not the only survivors."

"Maybe it was another organized team that caused the big cleanup last night?" Komuro tried hard to think in a positive direction, "Their goal is that large department store, right? Maybe they are in trouble now. , we have to hurry over..."

In fact, they searched this area this morning and found that the number of dead zombies was extremely rare, and they were keenly aware that someone was consciously cleaning up this area.

Immediately afterwards, Takashi Saya discovered that there was a large department store with abundant supplies nearby, and deduced that the target of the unknown team should be there, and their wisest choice was to go there——

After all, no one can live without food, eat the wind and drink the dew, without eating or drinking.In a short period of time, they don't need to think about food and drinking water. They can find some in convenience stores on the street or in random houses.

But these scattered resources are not comparable to centralized material warehouses at all. If they want to think about the long-term, they must make preparations in advance... No matter what, they have to go and see first, there may be a chance .

"You think too well... Don't forget what happened last night, the madness and malice of human beings are definitely not inferior to those things!"

However, Takajo Saya unceremoniously refuted Komuro Takashi's innocence.

"Anyway, don't let your guard down. Not everyone has good intentions. An unknown team may be a more terrifying threat to others than zombies."

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"..."

Takashi Komuro's expression suddenly became ugly, but he couldn't deny it, because Saya Takashiro was right.

Last night, because of a wrong judgment, they failed to cross the river and embrace a safe tomorrow, but because of the impact of the corpses, they had to abandon their car and flee.

Many people died in the mouths of zombies, many people died under the weapons of their companions, and many people fell into the river in the chaos and drowned... Not one out of ten people survived, and so did the group of them.

Except for them, almost all the students in the car were dead, and perhaps some of them were still alive, but they were separated from them and could not escape together.

The school bus was breached first because a group of people with red eyes wanted to seize this relatively safe mobile fortress. Before the dead bodies and zombies swept over, they violently smashed the door of the car, causing a conflict and causing two people on the spot. student's death.

After that, the little girl who joined the team, Siri Alice's father, also died under the so-called human nature, and they only had time to save the little girl... In the face of disaster, morality, law and other orders collapsed, and the human race Madness and malice are more terrifying than the appetite instinct of dead zombies.

"Okay, here we are... Anyway, let's take a look first."

Yako Busushima said, clenched the white oak wooden knife in her hand, with an obvious tired look on her face.

Everyone looked up and found that the gate of the large department store was just opposite the crossroads, and faint screams came from it, attracting the attention of the few zombies around.

Anyway, it's supposed to be a battle between humans and monsters, and it's pretty bad.

This is the issue that should be paid attention to now.

Yako Busushima exchanged glances with the people behind him, and then these combatants rushed over at the first, followed by the rest.

Then--

Everyone was stunned at the gate, because what was happening inside the mall was not the life-and-death fight between people and zombies as imagined, but it was more tragic, weirder, and more terrifying.

The ground is full of blood and flesh...

The corpses are scattered...

Not far in front of them were seven or eight relatively complete corpses, all lying on the ground, their eyes widened in disbelief, one of their palms was cut off, and a big hole appeared in the center of their foreheads...

The pool of blood under his body has not yet solidified, the color is bright, it seems that he has just died not long ago...

——"What is 972-7 equal to?"

An indifferent voice sounded, attracting their attention.

In the center of the hall surrounded by a pile of corpses, there was a humanoid monster surrounded by several giant poisonous snake-like tentacles, facing them sideways, bending down and asking a person who was struggling in a pool of blood, crying and wailing. blood man.

Probably because there was only time to howl, but no answer to the question, a tentacle flashed suddenly, and the bony sharp blade cut through the air, nailing the flesh hard!

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

"How much is 972-7?" the voice asked again, without emotion, pity, or sympathy.

"..."

"..."

Budao Yazi and his group stood at the door, staring blankly at this weird, terrifying and incomprehensible scene. They felt their bodies completely froze, and an extremely terrifying feeling flooded them like a tide.

(End of this chapter)