[Infinite Stream] Destiny Rubik's Cube

The danger was eliminated, the blood corpse disappeared, and the train drove out of the tunnel, but the checkpoint did not pass.

There was still no trace of the life-saving serum, and the passers-by who were bitten by the blood corpses showed early symptoms one after another.

High fever, pain, rambling, melting skin, confusion.

If the serum doesn't appear again, soon, new blood corpses will revive among their own people.

If the tragedy happens, and this cycle repeats itself, this death train will never reach the end.

Zhou Qi was bare-chested, curled up in a corner with Xu Chi in his arms.

In the great battle just now, there were very few survivors, even if he was as strong as Zhou Qi, his body was still full of scars.

He began to have the most intuitive experience of the pain that Xu Chi was suffering - the neuralgia caused by the virus invasion is an inhuman torture, the longest and most painful punishment in the world.He had to devote more than half of his will to resist the erosion of the pain, so that he would not lose his face from rolling all over the floor, and the remaining part of his will struggled to maintain his sobriety, motivating his dull brain to think about where the serum was hidden. Where.

At this time, any sound around him is enough to shake the anxious nerve endings and intensify the pain.

But there were wailing in his ears.

Those warriors who were not afraid of death and blood were defeated one by one by the continuous sharp pain like a knife.

Among them, Jiang Yu's yelling was the most ups and downs. Zhou Qi's forehead twitched, and he wanted to cover his mouth and knock people out, killing him.

Ren Simiao ran among the wounded, trying to alleviate the pain of everyone as much as possible through some simple means.She tied her long, wavy hair into a high bun, and the expression on Guazi's face was particularly serious. The red mole on her nose was covered with fine sweat, turning a deep dark red.It has to be said that she is a qualified military doctor.

The passing of time made the smell of despair even stronger.

The poetry mixed with Jiang Yu's screams began to develop in a sensational direction.

"I grew savagely,

Failed to be my own moon.

I can meet you,

It is the light that the galaxy generously bestows on me. "

Zhou Qi listened to it, and his nose felt sore, not because of Jiang Yu's nonsense poems, but because Xu Chi's hand had been holding his index finger tightly, like a sick baby.

He had never seen such a weak and well-behaved general.

Life is draining from this elegant and handsome body bit by bit.The gray and defeated face is very much like the child who died in place of Yuan Qi many years ago.

"If I am disillusioned, I will bid farewell to the dusk, break free from the darkness where I hide, and finally fall into your light."

"Shut up, great poet!" Christine couldn't bear it anymore.

"Haha, I'm about to die generously, why don't you let me say my last words?" Jiang Yu protested with a pale face.

"If you want to talk about it, say it well." Ren Simiao sighed, "Say something normal people can understand."

"I'm afraid you'll be embarrassed if I say something easy to understand." Jiang Yu clutched the wound on his waist.

The clothes there were blood-stained.

Ren Simiao smiled: "You say yours, I'm ashamed of mine, I don't care about you, and you don't care about me, this is called personal freedom."

"Okay, then I'll be free." Jiang Yu took a deep breath, his round face suddenly sank, and he looked very serious. He blinked his eyes and tried to stabilize his trembling voice, "Sister, from now on you and Me, I'm good to you."

Unexpectedly, there is no pile of gorgeous rhetoric, it is an ordinary to bland confession.But everyone could hear the sincerity in his tone.

The bystanders held their breaths and ate the dog food reluctantly, expecting the response from the other party.

Come to think of it, it's true that people love to listen to gossip.

You have to gossip even when you are dying.

Ren Simiao was silent for a while, his watery eyes sparkled.Just when everyone was guessing whether this was an oolong intended by King Xiang to be ruthless to the Goddess, the Goddess let out a long hum, and then nodded cheerfully: "Okay."

Jiang Yu was stunned.

The smile on Ren Simiao's lips deepened, showing a rare tenderness. She approached step by step, squatting in front of Jiang Yu: "Although you have no money and are young, you can still beg for food, but unexpectedly I don't dislike it very much, so let's talk about it."

"However, I have to declare in advance that I have never had a sibling relationship before, so I don't know how to talk about it. Besides, when my sister is old, the relationship is definitely aimed at marriage. If you are just playing hooligans, forget it. If we are together, in the future, if you don't like me any more, tell me quickly, so as not to delay my sister's finding another good relationship, do you understand? Just nod if you understand. "

Jiang Yu stared at her for a few seconds and nodded.

"En. Be good." Ren Simiao patted his face.

Jiang Yu was dumbfounded and fell into a psychedelic state.

When he finally came to his senses, he suddenly burst out laughing.

Ren Simiao was taken aback, thinking, is this kid crazy?

As a result, Jiang Yu smiled and laughed, and his head tilted and he passed out.

Thinking of this scene many years later, Sister Ren always teased Brother Jiang, saying that he was accepted after confessing, and he was so happy that he fell into a coma.

Jiang Yu also always choked, talking about farting, the young master was dying and wanted to get out of the order, but he didn't expect that the blind cat caught the dead mouse for no reason, and he was too frightened for a while and couldn't bear it.

A good story happens by chance.

In the gloomy and bleak carriage, it was the only ray of sunshine.

After turning the entire carriage upside down for the fifth time, those who were still able to move completely died down, and began to look back on the past and talk about their lives.

The bearded old man here is a taxi driver with an old mother and an orphan. His wife fell in love with the old Wang next door and ran away. He was a soldier before but never studied. He said that if he survived, he would go back. After reading some books, I also strive to be a cultural person.

The comrades over there wearing shorts don’t look good, but they are also decent physical education teachers. They teach junior high schools. They have been complaining that the school uses quality education as a cover, only focuses on cultural classes and does not exercise, and the children are as weak as chickens. Like a cub, how will you defend your home and country in the future?When he said this with righteous indignation, he choked up and pulled his hair, yes, there is nothing wrong with the country now.

Zhou Qi listened to each other, listening with gusto.

Xu Chi in his arms began to babble intermittently in his sleep, unable to pick out clear words, and felt that it was very difficult for him to speak.Zhou Qi listened carefully, and occasionally he could hear the pronunciation of his own name from a long series of mumbles of unknown meaning, which was also very light.

Zhou Qi held his hand and rubbed his wrist bones, and for a moment he felt that it was okay to walk towards the end of his life like this.

He suddenly thought of Lieutenant Zhou's wife, his mother with the current name.After the woman sacrificed her son for her faith, she fell into a swamp of depression and madness. She poured all the guilt and love for her son, mixed with hatred and complaints, on Zhou Qi, making Zhou Qi breathless .Sometimes she just stared at Zhou Qi strangely suddenly, and Zhou Qi felt so much guilt that he almost drowned him.

If possible, Zhou Qi thought, he hoped that he would die at that time.But fate did not give him a chance to choose freely.So he forged ahead with everyone's expectations on his back. They made him remember the shame, so he would remember the shame;No one asked him if he wanted to, and it never occurred to him that there were other paths in his life.

He was born, no, he lived to be the leading lone wolf with the banner of revenge in his mouth.

This is the whole meaning of his life.

But now, besides alcohol, there was something else in his life.

He looked down at the "meaning" of his reunion halfway.

An inexplicable fiery emotion filled his chest began to show its sense of existence again. This emotion made him panic for a while, and made him indulge in obsession, unable to stop.

Now it has turned into a supporting force, warm and thick.

When Lieutenant Zhou looked at his mad wife, he once said something like this: low-level feelings can only be reduced to temper and emotions in the end.High-level emotions will rise to spirit and consciousness.

The old drunk must love his wife very much.

Zhou Qi thought.

He also loves Xu Chi very much.

Xu Chi groaned in pain and said something vaguely.

"What are you mumbling about?" Zhou Qi bent down and wiped the cold sweat off Xu Chi's face with his thumb, "I don't see you talking so much."

Xu Chi seemed to hear him speak, his purple lips opened, and then closed again angrily.

Zhou Qi hooked the corners of his lips, thinking feebly, his family Jiaojiao is in a coma, and her temper is still so strong.

Outside the window is a barren and monotonous paleness, as if the gods have completely forgotten this land after creating the world.

As the sun shone into this corner, Xu Chi's pale chin had a strip of golden light, and his quiet eyelashes were also stained with broken light, making it as beautiful as an oil painting.

Zhou Qi stared blankly for a while, then turned his head to look out the window.

"Christine, what's the name of this train?" He said without going to the village or back.

Christine, who was called by her full name for the first time, was a little flattered for a moment. After a while, she realized that she hadn't answered yet: "The sun never sets, what's wrong with this name?"

"The sun never sets." Zhou Qi chewed these three words slowly, and asked again, "The train has been driving for so long, and the sun in the sky doesn't seem to move?"

"Yes." Ren Simiao settled Jiang Yu and walked over, "Looking at the direction of the sun, the time of this checkpoint has been stopped at around three o'clock in the afternoon."

"Left and right?" Zhou Qi frowned, "Can you be more precise?"

"I'll try." Ren Simiao snatched up Jiang Yu's machine gun, poked the butt of the gun on the ground, and the sunlight cast a long shadow on the barrel of the gun.

"5:[-]." Ren Simiao looked at it for a while, and finally made a judgment, "The error is only [-] minutes."

"Okay, then three forty." Zhou Qi made a decision, "Christine, you stand in the middle of the carriage."

Christine understood Zhou Qi's meaning almost instantly. She estimated the length and width of the car, chose a central point with a very rigorous research attitude, stood over, and then pointed out the direction of [-]:[-] with her arm.

Everyone looked at her fingertips.

At the end of the straight line, there is a ballet dancer standing in a standard dance stance from beginning to end.

Everyone seemed to think of this person just now, and their faces changed.

The sense of existence of this ballerina can be said to be as low as dust. She has been standing there, standing next to the broken piano, without moving her seat, and also motionless, like a static sculpture.

But when she walked in and took a closer look, she was indeed not a real person, but a lifelike robot.

Ren Simiao and Christine walked around the ballet robot countless times, and touched their whole body inside and out several times. They only used a magnifying glass to count the hairs, but they didn't find anything.

"Brother Qi, I think our path may have gone astray." Ren Simiao spread his hands, "I didn't find anything."

"Really?" Zhou Qi blinked his eyes, "I guessed it too, whether it's right or not."

The little flame of hope that was finally ignited in people's eyes was quickly extinguished.

"Wait." Christine squatted at the ballerina's feet, as if she had discovered something, pointed to the pair of tiptoes, and asked, "Did the heels of the ballet dancers hang in the air all the time?"

"Who can stand standing on tiptoe all the time?" Ren Simiao replied casually, "This is just the most common position in ballet."

"Oh, that's it." Christine touched her chin and nodded.

"No." Zhou Qi's bloodshot eyes suddenly turned to this side, "In my impression, from the moment I saw her, her feet have been standing on tiptoe and never fell off."

"It never sets, the sun never sets, hey, tell me, could it be..." Christine stared at the ballerina's feet and pondered.

Before she finished contemplating, Ren Simiao pounced on and took off the pair of white silk dancing shoes on the dancing girl's feet.

A pair of clean feet was completely exposed to the air.

Everyone can see that there is a small red button on the heel of its right foot.

"What is this for?" In order to observe the small button, Ren Simiao almost lay down on the ground, full of academic atmosphere, "Switch? When you press it, you dance?"

Zhou Qi hissed: "Is it right, just press it and you will know."

"What if it's not?" Ren Simiao raised her slender index finger, swallowed nervously, then retracted her hand, "I don't dare."

At this time, the passers who had been tossed to death by neuralgia collapsed and cried: "Doctor Ren, just press it. We will be relieved whether we are dead or alive. In any case, it is better than the current situation." Thousands of times."

"Yeah, press it, press it."

"Send kindness quickly"

People cast begging glances at her.

"Okay, it's life or death, it's fate!"

Ren Simiao gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, and pressed the small button with a beep.

In the next second, countless slender black pipes protruded from the top of the carriage, densely packed like muzzles.

It’s over.

Ren Simiao's heart skipped a beat.

"Swish."

However, there was no sound of execution guns in the surrounding area, instead, there was the sound of suspected jets.

Ren Simiao opened his eyes little by little, and his eyes were filled with light yellow water mist.

She expanded her chest and took a deep breath, inhaling a little, smelling the bitter smell of the potion.

"Yellow in color, bitter in taste, cool in nature." Christine murmured, "Ms. Ren, it's the serum that Sun Xie mentioned."

"Serum?" Ren Simiao was a little taken aback.

"Yes, it's blood corpse serum!" Christine exclaimed happily, "Who would have thought that it would be in the form of mist?"

"Ahhhhh, it's serum, it's serum! We found it! We found it!"

Three seconds later, Ren Sizhen jumped up excitedly like a yellow-haired girl who had never seen the world, and turned to shake the unconscious Jiang Yu crazily: "Stinky boy, we found the serum, did you see it! Hahaha, you don't have to If we are dead, we don’t need to die, let’s live together and date, hahahaha!”

As she said that, she shed hot tears and kissed Jiang Yu's cheek with a bang.

Jiang Yu woke up leisurely, toutou was such a big surprise.

Dead, dead, must be dead, or die for beauty.

Thinking of this, he rolled his eyes and fainted again.