doomsday song

The soothing and peaceful sound of the piano was not affected by someone pushing the door and entering. Ji Chuan didn't even turn his head, but closed his eyes slightly, allowing his slender knuckles to walk smoothly on the keys.

Even ignoring the perspective of Qin Ang's built-in filter, just from the perspective of a bystander, Ji Chuan has to be said to be very comfortable to watch.

The aura, which is similar to but completely different from when he was holding the knife, flowed gracefully along with the sound of the piano.

If I had to pick something wrong.Qin Ang thought, maybe he should wash his hair and change into a white suit.

At that time, Ji Chuan's neck and hands were white by the sunlight, and the bright edges were plated by the backlight, which couldn't be seen clearly, so it stimulated people to want to get closer.Qin Ang took out a military mini-scope from his pocket, and tried to convince himself that he only came to monitor the enemy's situation because of the good lighting here.

Contrary to the beautiful scenery of the prosperous age reflected in Qin Ang's eyes, in fact Ji Chuan is currently trapped in some kind of memory that he cannot shake off.

The wind roared and rolled up the short hair of the young man standing on the top of the castle. In the far distance was the vast ice field. The snow covered all life on the ground. The branches of the dry trees reflected a dazzling cold light in the cold sunlight.

"Don't die... Ji Chuan—"

The men with guns and live ammunition climbed up in unison, forming an ever-shrinking fan-shaped circle around him.

"...you go one step further and try."

The woman who spoke intermittently was forced to let out a shrill scream that squeezed her throat, accompanied by the man's voice that was as cold as the snowfield in the daytime.

"return."

The young man turned his head in an instant, his eyes were bright and empty under the cold sunlight, and there was only bottomless despair in his dark pupils, and a sadness that seemed to be irreversible forever.

"you come back."

The dark green and dim forest, the pitch-black spiers in the distance, the weird and bright lights slowly lit up from the cracks in the windows, the melodious piano sound that completely doesn't match the creepy and terrifying scene is far and near, and the body seems to be pulled in an instant Entering the grassy land, screaming and struggling are covered by the swamp above the head.

"We shouldn't live like this..."

"I have no fear...nor hope..."

In the chaotic memory, there was a woman's deep and gentle voice, before he could hear anything, it was shattered by the noise, screaming, roaring and exploding, like poisonous insects and vegetation everywhere in the jungle. The mucus suddenly covered the five senses of a person.

"Let him run away again—"

"Hurry up!——"

"He's not alone, he can't run fast! It's around here—"

The chaotic memories are like the leaves falling from the treetops in late autumn, swept by the strong wind and washed through the corners of the mind, the sharp whistle of the wind blowing through the woods is everywhere, and the rotting corpses are instantly split by sharp knives everywhere. The sound of shattering, strong winds and wailing everywhere, the world is coming to an end in an instant, the torrential rain pours down, and the waves rise to the sky!

"Why do you always think that way?"

"It's all for you!—for you!"

"Ji Chuan, you should really feel lucky..."

The boy in his memory replied that he couldn't hear anything clearly, only the faint but continuous sound of the piano echoed continuously.

Who disturbs the strings in the dark of night?

Who murmurs the proverbs of the last days?

The sound of the zither sounded like a raging wave on a stormy night, hitting the high cliffs on the coast non-stop; a lone boat drifted alone in the thousands of miles of waves, flashing on the top of the waves in an instant, and disappearing at the bottom of the cliff in an instant.

With its menacing momentum, it completely shattered the peace and tranquility just now!

Qin Ang leaned his back against the railing in front of the French window and looked at him in astonishment.

He probably saw the piano as an instrument in the performances of the art troupe in the army, and he may have heard a few master works. Although he doesn't have much artistic talent, he can at least superficially distinguish excellent performances from playful performances. the difference.

Now it's not necessary for him to distinguish, the passionate and desperate, surging and sad melody is simply a desperate feeling!

It's as if he is not playing with both hands, but with a knife and gun in his hand, breaking out alone in the hail of bullets, the artillery fire leaps and falls behind him, and the high platform is instantly reduced to ruins, and only one person stands alone in the firelight.

This is really a strange feeling, it is clear that the time is quiet now - if one ignores the screams of zombies coming from his ears, the piano room on the fourth floor of the nursing home is warm and peaceful, and the sun is shining everywhere, but he is clearly in the middle of the sound of gunfire During the day and night, in the sleepless fierce battle with the group of corpses, he fought until the death.

Ji Chuan slightly opened his eyes, and there were glistening beads of sweat rolling down his forehead and temples, even more than when he was really confronting the zombie a hundred or ten minutes ago.

That was cold sweat.

The memories of the two lives were instantly connected by the sound of the piano, and the intermittent fragments in the mind were violently spliced ​​together, and the unbearable pain of the past life in the memory poured out in an instant, but in the end it seemed to be exhausted and incomprehensible.

Ji Chuan stopped, trying his best to stabilize his chaotic mood, and Qin Ang was also temporarily suppressed, and did not speak immediately.

If he had asked at that time, maybe he would have heard Ji Chuan's weak and gentle tone that made people scratch their hearts and lungs.

"What did you play?" Qin Ang didn't feel any difference, he only thought that he was sweating too seriously, and tried his best to show his little understanding of symphony, "Bei Jiu?"

Ji Chuan shook his head, put his hand on his forehead with a little concealment, and turned slightly towards Qin Ang.

"I didn't expect you to have this kind of skill, you have both ability and political integrity." Qin Ang finally didn't bother to look up at the face of the unwarranted zombie brother in the distance, put away the binoculars and prepared to walk towards Ji Chuan.

He took two steps closer, his tall figure blocked a small part of the sunlight that penetrated through the window, and brought half of Ji Chuan's face into the dark.At this time, his eyes were focused, and he suddenly realized that Ji Chuan's face was a little scary pale at this time - although he was born with a light complexion, usually because of his whiteness, there was a little imperceptible light pink oozing from his flesh and blood.

——Don't ask him when he noticed it, Captain Qin stared at Comrade Ji Xiao in his arms for almost two hours early in the morning.

Qin Ang felt that something was wrong, and reached out to touch his face, but before his arm was halfway out, Comrade Ji stepped back suddenly as if he had suddenly regained consciousness, looked at him vigilantly and said: "...What are you doing here? ?”

...Public places, you can come if you are a co-author?

Qin Ang withdrew his hand resentfully, not knowing whether he should be thankful that he was in good condition and full of energy, or mourn his little attempt, so he took out the binoculars and gestured to the window: "The commanding height of this nursing home is here except for the roof. Come on alert."

Originally, he was thinking about finding some excuse to be alone for a while, but Ji Chuan never played his cards according to the routine in his heart, and got up and left: "Sorry, I hindered you, I'll go down now. "

Qin Ang: "..."

Why don't you get in the way a little longer, huh?

At this moment, Qin Ang regretted the excuse he didn't think of at the time, but now that the words have been spoken, it is a bit self-defeating to follow Ji Chuan downstairs without saying a word, so he has to continue to put on a pose to observe his group of unfounded zombie brothers.

Ji Chuan was unaware of Captain Qin's rich inner world, perhaps because he was so tired mentally that he just wanted to calm down and sort out his thoughts by himself, or take a little rest.

And when he went downstairs, he found that this was impossible.

...It's even better to go up and accompany Qin Ang to observe the zombies.

Three-quarters of the special forces team members were nestling on the sofa in the activity room on the second floor, sitting cross-legged with toothpicks in their mouths, taking off their shoes... playing cards, eating sunflower seeds and chatting about gossip.

A little bit of the professionalism of the people's army, okay?

A little bit of the current crisis awareness of the imminent doomsday enemy, okay?

When Ji Chuan found them, he felt that Qin Ang was really unsullied in the mud. It was a valuable fighting spirit to insist on going to the fourth floor to monitor the enemy's situation in the atmosphere of the whole team playing cards, eating melon seeds and gossiping.

Caiyuan took out a piece of paper and wrapped it up, and handed the melon seeds to Ji Chuan: "Qin Ang left three and one, chatting gossip to enhance the team relationship."

Ji Chuan said that I would rather go to the fourth floor to strengthen my relationship with Qin Ang than to waste my precious life chatting, playing cards and eating melon seeds.

"Hey, hey, hey, although I bet Brother Qin will be very happy to hear you say that, maybe he will kiss you because his good intentions are finally appreciated - but how much do you look down on chatting, playing cards and eating sunflower seeds? ?” Caiyuan poured the precious melon seeds back into her hands, then suddenly raised her head and looked around at the people around her, “But I don’t really understand why Qin Ang takes care of you so much?”

Ji Chuan glanced at her incredulously, with the three big characters "Does he have one" written on his face brightly.

He felt that the whole activity room was filled with gossip, so he politely indicated that he was going to smoke a cigarette and left.

"I really don't understand why men who I admire a little bit like to smoke..." Caiyuan exhaled depressedly, and slapped her teammate's thigh vigorously, "Do you have any good gossip to tell me!"

Shu Yu grinned at her, and Pan Cheng, who was originally very silent, said, "I don't know if it's gossip... I heard it before joining the team. It was said that Team Qin was a good man who didn't smoke or drink." , and then one day I suddenly found that the smoking man was very handsome... and then I degenerated into what I am now."

"What kind of gossip is this..." Caiyuan said dissatisfiedly, "This is the history of the depravity of a delinquent boy!"

Shu Yu didn't have the nerve to pat Caiyuan's thigh—in fear of being dominated by an over-the-shoulder fall, he patted the sofa instead: "You still ask us, aren't you the daughter that Brother Qin picked up! Come and listen!"

"I was sent to the women's army for training, and it took ten or eight years before I joined the secret army. I don't know what his history is..."

"Anyway, I heard that Captain Qin has a special affection for handsome young men, it's true..."

"Ji Chuan is good, I'm serious."

"Fuck..."

Ji Chuan was leaning on the closed balcony next to the activity room to smoke, and the sound of farting from the special forces next to him was heard from time to time, which stimulated his temples to swell.

The boy in his memory raised his eyebrows provocatively with a cigarette in his mouth and looked at the tall boy in front of him:

"Try it?—Catch me."