Zerg: An incredible way to survive

I woke up in a daze.

I sniffed the surroundings and smelled a faint fragrance.

I slowly opened my eyes, and what I saw was a vast expanse of white, with my face reflected on the white.

He looked a little haggard, with traces of blood on his nostrils and corners of his mouth, and his hair was scattered on his shoulders. He looked very disheveled.

He was still a little dazed, as if he had the aftereffects of being hit in the face by that punch.

My whole head felt dizzy, as if it was about to explode.

I sat there in a daze for a while. After I could concentrate normally, I tried to turn my head and look around.

It is surrounded by a wall and three wooden boards.

After sitting for a while, my mind finally became clearer.

Then I realized I was sitting on a toilet.

What you just saw were the tiles on the floor.

I tried to stand up, but found that I had no strength in my limbs.

After I slipped and fell to the ground on my first attempt, I started to regret it.

I regret why I just made this useless attempt.

I regret why I have to go home tonight.

I regret that I didn't kill him straight away.

I sat on the toilet, feeling upset all night, from regret at the beginning to anger at the end.

I swear, if I get the chance I'll kill him.

After a moment of madness.

I sat calmly on the toilet.

After regaining some strength, I stumbled back to my office.

Then he began to rummage through the drawer skillfully, took out a pack of wet wipes, and began to wipe the blood off his face.

I don’t dare go back home for the time being, so I can only spend a few days in the small lounge in the office.

He entered the lounge, walked to the cabinet, took a pillow and a small quilt, and lay down directly on the small bed.

I still feel a little dizzy and have trouble falling asleep.

I could only lie on the bed with my eyes closed and take a nap.

The group in the city center has also returned to their base.

The puppet did not follow them to their base, but returned to his apartment.

He has another identity in this city, that is, a teacher at the University of Los Angeles. He has to teach at school tomorrow, so he returned home early to rest.

However, he is still very famous at the University of Los Angeles. After all, his teaching methods and his personality are very friendly.

In addition, he is very handsome, which attracted a large group of girls to listen to his classes.

After I fell asleep with a dizzy head, I dreamed that I was talking to a strange-looking creature.

The creature had many things that looked like wings (these wings were not necessarily the kind of wings that belonged to birds. In my imagination, they were wings made up of various objects), and his body was like a ball of mist, floating in the air, as if it had no shape.

And the one who was talking to him, I seemed to be undergoing some changes as well. Spots of light flashed on my body from time to time, and the clothes I wore were also constantly changing.

Then I saw my body gradually fade, begin to fall, and begin to split.

Countless fragments streaked across the sky like meteors.

Countless fragments turned into more tiny fragments in the air, and finally only a little light remained, and then disappeared without a trace.

The dream was so long that I couldn’t remember anything.

This dream was also very short, so short that I can’t remember anything.

After experiencing such a bizarre dream.

I woke up.

When I went out in the morning, I subconsciously started looking for my cell phone.

After I searched all my pockets and the bedside table next to me, my mind began to gradually recall the memories of yesterday.

I was attacked last night, then knocked unconscious, and then ended up in the company's bathroom.

My brain is like a ball of paste now, with all my thoughts and memories stuck together.

You left the lounge and could see the faint white sky through the office window, but the entire company was still pitch dark.

The guy I played cards with last night might have been locked up by the security guards who were awake at night.

My legs felt weak as I leaned against the wall and slowly moved towards the desk.

I remembered that I had two spare mobile phones in the drawer of my desk. I planned to use those two phones to call an emergency number and send me to the hospital for a thorough brain examination.

The brain must be seriously injured. Even after resting for so long, I am still very drowsy. If my body wasn't different from that of an ordinary person, I would have died long ago.

As I approached the desk, I didn't notice that there was someone sitting on the sofa for receiving guests.

The design of the office is very unreasonable. There is only one window, and most of this window is blocked, making it difficult for even a ray of light from outside to penetrate into the room.

In addition, my brain is now dizzy, and I can only rely on that little bit of weak light to see the road ahead.

I gradually approached the desk.

As I was about to approach the desk, I heard footsteps.

It is very light and subtle, as if it can slow down one's footsteps.

But it only appeared for a moment, so I just thought it was an illusion caused by my chaotic brain, so I didn't pay much attention to it.

I walked to the desk and started rummaging through the cabinets.

After searching for a while, I finally found an old mobile phone in the interlayer of a book.

It's turned on and there's still power, but it doesn't seem like this is my phone.

The wallpaper on my phone is a car. I tried the password I usually use, but it didn’t open.

But it doesn't matter.

I clicked on his emergency contact and called the emergency number.

At the moment when the phone was about to ring, my consciousness suddenly became chaotic and I collapsed to the ground.

The person behind me quickly picked up the phone that fell on the ground and hung up.

Just like that, I fell into a coma and was taken away from the company by him.

In another corner of the city.

Lin Musen got up early, washed up, and prepared to go to the park for a morning run.

He thought about it for a whole night and only had some ideas, but he had no way of fully understanding how such a magical event could happen.

After all, he was very familiar with space, but he only saw things at the spatial level.

After he simply washed up and went out, ready to go for a morning run.

The moment he opened the door, a dark shadow flashed past him.

Suddenly, his perspective flipped and he saw his body.

His body was like a fountain, spurting out some blood foam and then he collapsed to the ground.

The dark shadow next to him walked up and cast a fire magic on him, burning his body to ashes.