Heavens Myth Management System

Chapter 93 Awakening Memory
"Where is this?"

Zhao Feng sat up slowly holding his head, and found that he was staying in a strange room at this time.

The severe headache made him have no time to think about it, his whole body seemed to be split open, and his internal organs convulsed.

He couldn't figure out the situation for the time being, so he could only sit like this with one hand propped against the wall, and wait for a while before talking.

He vaguely remembered that he was shot through several holes by the Caesar monitor lizard, and he basically had no chance of surviving, but looking at it now, he seemed to be rescued.

Now Zhao Feng is eager to know the news about those members of the law enforcement team. Since he survived, Captain Xiong Ming and the others should also have the hope of surviving, right?

He picked up a glass of water on the table next to him, his palms were still trembling, but it was much better than he imagined, so good that he felt a little unbelievable, like he was dreaming.

In that case, it was possible to save him, and some people would believe that it was the means of a god.

The water in the water glass has become cold, drinking it does not feel refreshing, but makes you thirstier.

"Cough cough."

Zhao Feng clutched his chest and coughed violently, and the cup fell to the ground.

Probably the sound caused by the cup falling on the ground alarmed the people outside. Not long after, the closed door of the room was opened, and a figure he was familiar with flashed in.

"Wu Song?!"

Zhao Feng was full of surprises, and it was Wu Song who came. Since Wu Song is still alive, everyone should be safe and sound.

The scene of Caesar monitor lizard ruthlessly shooting dozens of members of the law enforcement team flashed in his mind. He immediately suppressed these horrific clips, and kept reminding himself that those were just hallucinations, and everything was false.

Wu Song stared at him blankly, nodded and said, "Are you awake? How do you feel?"

Zhao Feng is the same batch of rookies who entered the East District Law Enforcement Team with him. Since they are both rookies, the relationship between the two is pretty good.

"It feels... okay, I didn't even think I could survive."

Seeing Wu Song's extraordinarily indifferent attitude, Zhao Feng looked a little embarrassed. He always felt that something strange had happened to Wu Song, but he couldn't tell where it changed.

"By the way, brother Xiong, how are they doing?"

Xiong Ming took great care of these newcomers, and they would call him Brother Xiong directly in private. The captain looked carefree, but he was actually very careful.

Zhao Feng was a rookie when the encirclement was set up, and he received the same treatment as Wu Song. He was placed on the periphery, and his chance of surviving was higher than those of the old players.

He was very grateful to Xiong Ming, and naturally he was very worried about their safety, so he couldn't help asking when he saw Wu Song.

Wu Song glanced at him and said, "You just woke up, you should worry about yourself first."

Zhao Feng smirked twice, but accidentally pulled the wound, and immediately grinned in pain.

"I'm fine, brother Xiong, where are they? Why are you here alone? Where is this place?"

Facing Zhao Feng's barrage of questions, Wu Song smiled wryly and shook his head.

"This guy is really a hopeless good man." Wu Song thought to himself.

After staying with Zhao Feng for a few months, he could be considered to have figured out his temperament. To put it bluntly, Zhao Feng is a good old man through and through.

When he first hunted the Caesar monitor lizard, he also rushed to the front, and he couldn't stop him. He abandoned the position that Captain Xiong Ming kindly prepared for him.

Wu Song was silent for a while, then slowly said: "They are all dead, only the two of us survived in the whole team."

The corners of Zhao Feng's eyes twitched twice, and he said with an embarrassed smile: "Haha, it's been a while since I saw you, you've already learned how to joke."

Wu Song was silent, and there was no emotion on his face.

A bad premonition suddenly rose in Zhao Feng's heart. Could everything he said be true?

Reminiscent of the images that flashed in his mind, just now he thought that those were just hallucinations caused by sleeping for a long time, or a nightmare.

After all, there was still a trace of sadness in Wu Song's eyes, and he couldn't help sighing softly: "We have tried our best, but we still couldn't keep them."

"The funeral was held in the martyr's cemetery two days ago. When you recover from your injuries, I will take you to worship."

It was as if a thunderbolt struck Zhao Feng's mind, and he froze in place for an instant.

A large number of memory fragments emerged in his mind. There was a fragment of Xiong Ming holding on to the Caesar monitor and refusing to let go, and there was a fragment of teammates around him being bitten off by the Caesar monitor one by one.

Finally, he cried.
Crying like a three-year-old child.

Wu Song looked at him quietly from the side, his eyes were a little erratic, his lips moved, but he didn't say a word in the end.

Only by understanding pain can we grow better, even though this growth is not what we want at all.

After a long time, Zhao Feng stopped, his eyes were still extremely red, and his mind was in chaos.

His body, which had improved just now, had a lot of wounds after his fuss, and traces of blood oozing out gradually dyed the pure white gauze on his abdomen red.

"Tell me what happened after I fell down." Zhao Feng said with a dull voice.

Wu Song didn't hide anything, he said a lot, including how they were rescued by Fu Jiu and others, how the funeral was held, and even Captain Xiong Ming's bright smile in the photo on the tombstone.

"I want to be alone for a while," he said.

Wu Song wisely left, leaving only Zhao Feng in the room looking up at the ceiling, sorting out the chaotic memories in his mind.

He is an orphan. He grew up in an orphanage. He went to the most ordinary school and ate the most ordinary food. If Xiong Ming hadn't appeared, perhaps his life would have been so ordinary. Will leave a trace.

Xiong Ming used to visit children in orphanages, and occasionally told them stories and truths when he went there.

Probably thanks to him, the atmosphere in the orphanage is not bad, and the dirty things in the rumors did not happen.

Zhao Feng was also one of those orphans. At the age of 15, he realized for the first time what he should do for the world.

After waiting for so many years, he finally joined the law enforcement team led by Xiong Ming, but within a few months, Xiong Ming was gone.

Xiong Ming's death brought him a heavy blow mentally, and before he knew it, some sleeping memories began to unseal.

A lot of sweat dripped down his chin, and his head felt like someone was smashing it with a hammer, which was extremely painful.

Zhao Feng covered his head with a pillow, but it didn't relieve him in the slightest.

Before my eyes, I felt as if I was looking at flowers on a horse, and strange scenes began to emerge one after another.

It was a battlefield with millions of people, and countless soldiers killed the general in the middle with red eyes.

The general was wearing silver armor, a red-tasseled silver helmet, and a silver long spear danced by him so consummately that even a million troops couldn't stop him for a moment. After seeing this scene, Zhao Feng felt a surge of emotion.

However, there was one thing he couldn't understand. Why was General Mao still holding a child in his arms? !

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(End of this chapter)