lost narrative poem

Chapter 115

"Eh?"

Rei Miyamoto froze for a moment, and subconsciously uttered such a syllable representing confusion, and the ant-like tentacles on the top of her head swayed a few times in the wind.

Create bloodshed... what does that mean?

Why do you feel that just saying this sentence has a faint sense of cruelty.

The same was true for the others. They had just seen that miserable woman being punched and kicked viciously by several big men, knocked down to the ground, and then dragged in. Their brains hadn't had time to react to what was going on.

Immediately afterwards, I heard the understatement of the young man beside him as if he had made a decision, but the words that came out of his mouth seemed to have a bloody smell that was not an illusion...

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

"Um... what do you mean by that sentence just now?" 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 in a harmonious voice, "Don't worry about this, how could you not know what I'm talking about... Believe me, there is no difference between those people and those dead zombies. Yes, it is just that the behavior of zombies is not evil, they have no wisdom at all, and they don't know how to think..."

Although strictly speaking, they both act on instinct, but the difference between the two is very different.

At least from Xia Ran's personal point of view, when he killed zombies, he didn't have any personal likes or dislikes, and maybe he would lament how pitiful these things are. Being hurt by those around you, they are all just victims.

The corpse, which can no longer think, is purely driven by the mechanism of an unknown virus to continue its activities, thus attacking humans, losing all wisdom and consciousness, and only being driven by the instinctive appetite of the body.

Killing such a thing would only make people feel sad at best.

But those so-called human beings who are also driven by instinct are completely different. Xia Ran really thinks that zombies are more pure and clean than them...

"..."

"..."

Everyone was silent. It wasn't that they were really low in IQ and couldn't understand, but that their previous ideas were still affecting and restraining them.They may have been used to fighting zombies, but it is impossible to attack humans as a matter of course.

Even if they knew clearly that their targets were those 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 her head in disappointment, "Zombies will always be zombies, people are not necessarily people... Forget it, you just wait here Well, maybe we can clean up the zombies outside."

"What about you?" Gaocheng Saya asked subconsciously, and then realized that there was no need to ask this question at all, it could only show that deep down in her heart she was really afraid that this person would leave them and leave.

That's why even if you think of the answer, you still subconsciously want to confirm it and get a definite answer, so that you can feel at ease.

This made Takashiro Saya react, and she was very resistant to admitting such a conclusion. Since she was bullied so hard by this guy, could it be possible that there is really a Stockholm effect?

no no no!Absolutely not like this!It can only be said that in the current collapsed world, no matter how frightening and irritating this person is, he is still a strong guarantee for their survival, whether they want to admit it or not.

Xia Ran also noticed the inexplicable reaction of Saya Takashiro, but just glanced at the girl, and saw that the girl became more anxious all of a sudden, her cheeks flushed, probably thinking that he was reading her heart again, right?

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

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

math class?

What the hell?The others were all confused and didn't react immediately. It wasn't until two seconds later that they all remembered the horrifying scene that happened not long ago, and suddenly felt their scalps were about to explode.

"That, please take me! Student Xia Ran!"

The one who spoke out at this time was Yako Busushima, she seemed to have made up her mind, she quickly stepped forward to hold the wooden knife in her hand, raised her head calmly, and looked at her without fear.

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

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

"If necessary..." Bushima Yako smiled softly, but her tone was very decisive, "As the daughter of a samurai family, I will definitely not hold you back."

The others were a little stunned, but they just admired the mentality and determination of this senior. They couldn't make up their minds so easily and want to do something to the living humans.

Of course, they just can't make up their minds, but they don't think that those who can make up their minds have brain problems.After all, they all knew that this was not an unreasonable plan to kill innocent people indiscriminately.

It can't be said that because they don't have the consciousness to execute some heinous criminals, they should stop others from doing such things, right?

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

They haven't been so pedantic yet, let alone think that there is something wrong with Busujima-senpai.

But Xia Ran is different, he stares at the eyes of Poison Island, and slowly nods thoughtfully, still with that half-smile expression:

"Alright, let's come... I also just want to see the demeanor of the daughter of the Wu family."

Budao Yazi suddenly felt a sudden shock in his heart, but then he smiled disapprovingly, the young man in front of him could read minds, it was impossible to hide any secret from him, besides, since he chose to stand up, Isn't it just mentally prepared for this?

As soon as she thought of this, she became free and easy, no longer feeling restrained, and her whole body exuded a feeling of generosity, and she really had a little more demeanor and charm of a daughter of a samurai family.

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

Takashiro Saya gritted her teeth, and finally decided to keep up.

The others looked at each other, and they were not behind either. Although they dared and were unwilling to kill, they couldn't let their companions face danger, could they?Although it is said that there is no danger, this is not a reason for them to do nothing.

——At least follow the past to help suppress the situation. If there is a real fight, they are not afraid to do it at all.

……

……

"Run! You fucking run again! I let you run! I let you run!"

"Damn it! Shame on your face, what good is that good-for-nothing husband of yours, just die, so as not to waste food, I think highly of you..."

"Hey! You stinky woman dare to bite me, let me go! Let go!... Hey! Kill her! Kill her! Drag her out to feed those things, just like her damn husband !"

In the lobby on the first floor of the main hospital building, a conflict apparently broke out.

The final result is to take charge of this place, feel that he is already the "boss" of a noble person, his two fingers are almost bitten off by that crazy woman, and finally decide to kill this desperate madman in a rage Mother-in-law!

The woman was beaten and kicked until she was dying, and then she was dragged out by the two "boss" dog legs, who were going to use her to feed the zombies to establish the sacred and inviolable supremacy of the "boss".

This woman didn't struggle, her hair was disheveled and she couldn't see her expression. She didn't know if she was about to die, or she was already desperate. Maybe death was the relief for her.

There are still many people in the hall who are trembling, but they dare not say anything. They are just ordered to squat on the ground, and around them are ten or twenty thugs holding various weapons, or smoking cigarettes, staring at each other. He stared at everyone, as if he was ready to find an unpleasant guy to come out and beat him up at any time.

This group of guys with a little bit of mental illness probably feel that they are very majestic and proud now, and they have never felt so comfortable physically and mentally in their entire life.

The law of shit, the order of shit, this world now belongs to the era of strong people like them!When you see a woman you like, you just force it, and when you see someone who doesn't like it, you kill it. No one can control them. Is there anything more addictive than this kind of power?

It's just that there are always some fools who like to challenge their supreme authority and can't see the reality clearly, which is very annoying!

"You have all seen it. This is the end of resisting me. In this world, only the strong are worthy of everything..."

"Boss" clutched his bloody palm, scanned the audience with vicious eyes, and uttered cruel words——

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

boom!

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

It was one of the two thugs who dragged the woman out to feed the zombies before, and now he has become an unmistakable corpse, with indescribable fear 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 fright.

"...a dead end."

And that "boss" was also stunned all of a sudden, his brain couldn't handle this scene at all, but he still habitually finished the last sentence.

(End of this chapter)