Tyrannosaurus Rex and Xiaojiaohua [The End Times]

He doesn't know where it all started.

20 年前

30 年前

Or longer.

He was apprenticed at 14.

Everyone in the kitchen can call him back and forth, so cleaning and emptying the trash fall on his head every day without exception.

And Zhang Ming is fighting for the status of a street bully.In the evening when they met, he was fighting on a street corner.

Won.

But people are also half dead, lying in the shadows like a piece of rubbish.

He tiptoed around him and gently placed the heavy garbage bag in the trash can, the tip of his nose surrounded by the smell of spoiled melons and fruits.Then he walked back cautiously, and his ankle was grabbed within two steps.

Brutal strength, and sticky liquid feeling.

The heart suddenly went into his throat, he was afraid of death, afraid that the thumping heart would pop out of his mouth, so he quickly covered his mouth and swallowed a big breath.

"Hi, is there any water?"

He was taken aback again, and said vaguely: "Yes."

"What about food?"

No.

There are not many people here who are qualified to eat the meals of serious chefs, and all their restaurants entertain big guests from the high-end area.The boss's mantra is: What level of people live what level of life, so even if the leftovers in the kitchen are rotten, they are not allowed to steal.

The only food he had was a pair of hard black bread.

But by coincidence, he said: Yes.

Zhang Ming immediately turned somersaults on the spot full of energy, grinned his yellowish teeth, and patted him on the shoulder vigorously, "Let's go, let's eat something."

He had never seen such a person.

District D is a very well-regulated area, more responsible than the deserted area, and simpler than District C where entertainment is paramount, everyone lives quietly and dustily.Zhang Ming's loud voice pierced his ears like sharp needles, and he couldn't help but look around, suspecting that the loud voice would lead to the destruction of humanity.

Zhang Ming ate his two pieces of bread, gave him some bizarre stories, and added a promise: When I become the boss in the future, I will return you two bags of rice and two pieces of meat.He didn't dare to take it seriously, and waved his hands again and again, the life Zhang Ming described still remained on the tip of his tongue--that vivid taste: walking swaggeringly from the center of the road, eyes wide open, loud voice, hard fists, the whole district is low Run away from you in despair.

too frightening.

Also too far away.

Later, Zhang Ming fought several times in this alley, consciously or unconsciously, and he ate two pieces of black bread each time he won or lost.In less than two months, his body was losing weight at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally he couldn't help asking: Why did he fight?

Fighting is an essential quality to climb up.

Quality, understand you?

Zhang Ming sat on the refrigerator with one leg propped up, chewing bread, and flicked his bangs thoughtfully.

Like a mongrel cat who failed to pretend to be a tiger.

He didn't have the nerve to say what was really in his heart: Then can you go fight somewhere else?

"What's your name?"

Zhang Ming asked.

He froze for a moment, then replied in a low voice: "Zhong Hong."

"Your parents gave it to you?"

Zhang Ming's eyes suddenly became very strange and vicious.

He shook his head, "I made it myself."

Only children who are at the same level as their parents have the opportunity to grow up with their parents, or their parents are willing to accompany them to lower areas.Parents named on behalf of people belonging to this category.And naming himself means that he is completely independent, a life that has survived alone since the age of ten.

Zhang Ming nodded in satisfaction, as if written on his face: This is right.

They slowly became acquainted like this, naturally.Zhang Ming helped him teach the fat chef who was doing things in private, and he also saved Zhang Ming's place - he boldly kept some leftovers for his 'brothers'.

Then the restaurant closed.

Later he worked as a cook and got married too.

Zhang Ming was still the kind of man who slammed the door open in the middle of the night, didn't care about disturbing others, walked into the house step by step, sat down on the sofa, and then raised his legs to ask for good wine and food.

He has never been the boss, and the women around him come and go, from the timid and well-behaved domestic daughter to the fierce and savage wild woman, all types.

"Aren't you married?"

he asked him.

He sneered, "That bald man on the East Street doesn't fall down all day, and I don't run a house all day."

But after all, he failed to become the only bully on the street, and failed to realize his dream—to rob houses freely—because he awakened his ability at the critical moment of life and was ready to go to Area A.

"Wait for me to act like a fool, and return your rice and meat."

Zhang Ming left and never came back.

For about 20 years, Zhang Ming's name and figure quietly faded away.Instead, young people who were tricked into joining the group by Zhang Ming's rotten mouth sometimes ran to his house even if they couldn't eat or drink.But no one was like Zhang Ming. They sat awkwardly at the dinner table, facing the hostess' gentle smiling face, with their feet knotted awkwardly under the table.

No one has Zhang Ming's natural rudeness.

The unremarkable days ended after the winter 30 years ago.Accompanied by a hysterical shout—the supernatural being is coming—the door of his house was smashed open with a bang bang bang bang sound from far to near.They hid in the basement, the family of five covered each other's mouths, and there were footsteps and screams overhead.

Winter is the season for wild beasts to hunt wildly, and after winter, there will be a hunting night for people with supernatural abilities, causing countless deaths and injuries.People with supernatural powers don't often come to D area to hunt, because their level doesn't even have the energy to vent their anger.

A few times, they didn't know that everyone in District D had a basement, and everyone was used to living underground in the dark, so the harvest was mediocre.

But this time they patiently groped into the basement, dragged them out one by one, picked on women and underage girls, and insulted them with mean words and actions.He rushed forward, his hair set on fire by the sudden burst of fire.The mother screamed, the children cried and screamed in terror, they laughed and pushed the women around like balls.

He went to the kitchen to get the knife, but the knife floated up by itself and stabbed directly into his back, with the tip protruding from the other side of his body, and a large area was stained silently with blood.So he fell down, feeling an invisible weight on his back, unable to move any more.

He looked at her.

She looks at him.

Beyond the ferocious smile, peace with the joy of the past, knowing that the end is near.He should just close his eyes and wait to die.But the eyeballs moved uncomfortably to the window, and he saw him passing by outside.

Zhang Ming.

Looking at each other for the first time in more than 20 years, he shouted with all his strength: "Zhang Ming!"

Zhang Ming stopped in his tracks slowly, and after standing there for two or three seconds, he said to the young people: Change to another family.

The other party was young and energetic and could not be interrupted by others. He used his supernatural power without saying a word, and was defeated again and again, and finally left angrily.

He crawled to his wife on all fours and found her dying.Their daughter was dead and appeared to be in good condition.Those supernatural beings used her as an experiment, controlled the fire to only burn inside the flesh, and burned the internal organs into ruins.

"Save her."

He held her hand tightly, no doubt asking Zhang Ming for help.But Zhang Ming still stood outside motionless, but raised his eyebrows, "You have three children, only one died."

He didn't understand why he said that, and he didn't have the heart to refute.In any case, he had only one wife.He thought so, and said so.

Zhang Ming asked, "Is there anything to eat?"

Still so confident.

Because of his strength, he became moody, and he was no longer the skinny boy who recounted the dream of the overlord in his memory.

He is a wolf now, he has reached the end of the road, and his relatives do not recognize him.

And he.

He left his daughter's body lying on the cold concrete floor, unable to comfort the bruised young twins or be with his wife.I made a few dishes with trembling hands. The raw materials were to be brought to the store next week. They had never tasted good meat.

He thought he would be happy, nostalgic for the past.

But Zhang Ming only took two bites, put down his chopsticks, and said with a strange expression: "Your craftsmanship is still very good." Then he stood up, thanked him, walked out swaggeringly, and moved far away in an instant.

He desperately chased and shouted, and if he didn't turn his head around, let alone offered to help.When he gave up the idea and turned to go home, she was out of breath, her skin became cold and hard, and if she accidentally pooped with her fingers, a small blue spot would be left.

The skin sunken.

And then slowly, slowly, lifelessly, change back to its original form.

He wailed loudly, hugging the stiff corpse, weeping loudly at a volume he had never experienced in his life, and he couldn't shed any tears.He decided to hate the supernatural beings, as well as Zhang Ming.

One hate for seven or eight years, falling into a dream every night.

Later, Zhang Ming didn't know when he died, and he didn't die under his hands.

It is said that he was too ostentatious during the winter operation, and was thrown away from the mission, only to be torn to pieces by wild beasts.The kind that travels between districts selling news and smuggling stuff finds him and offers him a lot of money and an optical brain.

Zhang Ming's optical brain, and money.

I don't know why Zhang Ming gave him these, and I don't want to know.He kept them untouched in the locker, and it took two or three years before he accidentally dug them out.

Zhang Ming's face before his death was in his brain, his mature facial features completely lost his childishness, he was a handsome man.At this moment, he was lying on the ground, with the beast stepping on his back, and his condescending gaze revealed a bit of disdain.

Ah Hong.

He screamed hoarsely, which made his long-dead heart ache.

Zhang Ming used to call it that.

Ah Hong, how about some food?Ah Hong, is there any customer in your store who can smuggle the weapons above?Ah Hong, a few brothers came to you to hide tonight, don't let anyone catch them.

Ah Hong, look.

He said: Look, someone is passing by over there, and he won't save me.This is how we are here, no one saves anyone, life is our own business, and death is also our responsibility.This is our world, our habits.I'm so used to it.

You can't blame me for what happened to your wife, really.

When he was about to die, he was still confident: because I spoke for you, I provoked people, and now I am going to die, can you come and save me?you can not.I didn't expect you to save me. You expected me to save you and then your wife. I couldn't save you. We don't have this habit.

but……

The beast began to bite his neck, and he said intermittently: But... I think... it's fine if you don't reach Area A... really... being a supernatural person... nothing... beautiful... I Damn...I'm fucking...not human...do you understand...you...

I'm a monster now.

He spat out each word with difficulty, along with a mouthful of blood: You can't hate a monster for being unreasonable.Monsters have no sympathy, and it's hard to live without them, don't you think?

There are monsters everywhere.

Then, his neck was bitten off by the beast, and when his head fell, Gululu rolled to one side, his blood-red eyes still staring at him through the screen.

Video is over.

He sat there for a long time, motionless.

He knows.

Zhang Ming is an unfamiliar white-eyed wolf, selfish, competitive, vicious and jealous.Before he died, he made a lot of nonsense and uttered a lot of responsibilities, and he forgot how many bags of rice and meat he owed.

Just remembering the hardships of one's own life, but treating others' pain as nothing but groaning; only remembering that other people have a wife and three children, even if one dies, there will be two.

So selfish.

He knows it all.

But what else could be done?

He was dead after all, and so were they.

He and his two sons are left, one stupid and the other rebellious.He couldn't die, and he couldn't live. If there were no nightmares that repeated day and night, his bones would probably be scattered all over the place, and he would no longer be able to support his human form.

He must hate it.

continuously--

He hated the existence of supernatural powers as the culprit.

The next day, he exchanged the money left by Zhang Ming for a place to go to Area A, and then everything started and couldn't stop.