"Hello, did your return go smoothly?"
The call connected.
Lin Fan inquired about their situation.
"Thanks for your concern, all went well, we didn’t encounter any troubles," Eagle responded, the only incident was Yanzi’s deception. The knife hidden behind his back hadn’t killed anyone, but today it had already broken that rule. It was an unavoidable act, maybe so would say, ’You’re a soldier, you should be protecting your compatriots. Even if you do sothing wrong, you can’t just kill.’
But for Eagle.
Special circumstances called for special asures. There were no excuses.
Even he later felt that he hadn’t killed the wrong person.
The house belonged to an elderly couple. When they arrived there, the couple had taken them in, only to be brutally killed by them. What he had done was, in his mind, removing a nace to the people.
Lin Fan asked, "When will you arrive at the base?"
"If all goes smoothly, tomorrow," he replied.
Lin Fan said, "I have so important matters here. I would like to discuss them with Professor Xia."
"Understood. Once we reach the base, I’ll have Professor Xia call you."
Eagle could tell that the matters Lin Fan spoke of might be very important. In today’s world, across the three major bases, it was hard to say what exactly was happening. Honestly, they were just warriors, simply put, the front-liners against the zombies. That group of experts consisted of researchers — whether all of them were trustworthy was still up for debate.
New discoveries in technology were like thrilling news for any scientist—more exhilarating than drugs.
If there were any research results capable of changing the human situation,
it would be hard to say that all experts could be trusted.
Greed, the most universally present yet reluctantly acknowledged desire among humans.
He hung up the call.
Lin Fan returned inside the house and began writing notes, recording everything he saw, heard, and the results of his experints.
"Am I considered a semi-practical research expert now?"
Lin Fan thought, perhaps he could discuss a salary with Professor Xia.
The work he did was indeed the most tiring and risky.
After a long while,
he finished recording everything.
He closed the notebook and put it away; a photograph fluttered out from between the pages.
Lin Fan bent down to pick it up, gazing at the picture, gradually becoming captivated.
In the photograph,
a woman and a child.
The child was making a peace sign, smiling very happily, as if the whole world in his eyes was just that beautiful.
Gazing silently at the photo, he gently touched the face that could only be imprinted in the photo, scratched off and unseeable, he turned it over, and on the blank back, there was a ssage written.
[I hope my Fanfan will always be healthy, happy, and forever blissful.]
[2014.2.2]
He really wanted to know what that face looked like, but in his mind, the mory was truly blurry; he really couldn’t rember anymore.
When he beca sensible, he thought about finding the woman in the picture, other pictures, but he couldn’t find another one in the whole house.
He knew the person in the picture with him was soone very, very important to him.
Lin Fan talked to himself.
"Mmm, definitely very beautiful."
He stared at the picture for a very long ti, seemingly half an hour, then he ca back to his senses, carefully placed the picture back in the notebook, and put it away.
"Ti to sleep."
Lin Fan lay in bed, tucked ngng who was deeply asleep properly, smiled, closed his eyes, and thought about dreaming. What he most wanted was to dream of that unseen face—what it really looked like.
But many tis, it was just as blurred.
...
The prison,
the dimly lit room, the comfortable bed,
He Mingxuan looked at Sun Neng who was deep asleep, his expression undisturbed, devoid of any emotion, then he looked at the handgun placed on the bedside table.
It was Sun Neng’s handgun.
It was often placed on the bedside table.
He Mingxuan couldn’t sleep; he felt that he was no longer his forr self, his proud and violent temperant was completely gone. He had never thought that the apocalypse could cause such a huge change in soone’s character.
He thought about secretly taking the gun and shooting Sun Neng dead, to assert that He Mingxuan was not soone to be trampled upon so easily.
He thought about the things Sun Neng had done to him.
Could any man endure that?
Could soone who was once a famous troll online under the ID "Autumn Sword Fish Killer," experience such things?
Thinking deeply,
Before the apocalypse, he loved to rant at people, leave sleazy comnts under videos of won, was also stingy, and loved to take advantage of others.
After the apocalypse, he was played with, ssed with others, was insulted, trampled over, mocked.
He really wanted to resist, but he... felt that he really didn’t have the courage to do so.
Every ti he thought about standing up, waking up, killing those who bullied him, it seed like a voice in his head would tell him not to do it, otherwise he would die a horrible death.
In the quiet room, there was the thumping of his heart and Sun Neng’s breathing as he slept.
Monts later,
He Mingxuan looked at the handgun on the bedside table, as if possessed, slowly reached out his hand without making a sound, and took the handgun.
In the dim environnt, he pointed the gun at Sun Neng.
His hand was trembling slightly.
If only he fired, then everything would be over, and he could stand up from endless humiliation, telling everyone that no one could bully He Mingxuan.
Looking at Sun Neng’s face, his gun-holding hand trembled.
In the end...
He sighed lightly, cursing himself as being truly useless, and quietly put the gun far away, lay down, stared at the ceiling fascinated, and not long after, his snoring sounded out loud, rhythmically high and low.
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