Tyrannosaurus Rex and Xiaojiaohua [The End Times]

"Why isn't he up yet?"

"Is it dead?"

"He looks so cold and ugly."

"Hanahara."

A one-eyed child hooked his finger, "You promised to lend me a light brain game today, don't be a fool."

Huayuan's body was completely stiff, her face was bloodless, and the tiny meridians criss-crossed like spider webs, showing translucently under the thin skin.

But the children are not afraid, as if it is a new trick of the troublemaker Hanahara, they are still waiting for Hanahara to wake up and participate in their newly invented game this week.

Although Huayuan is really good at bullying the small.

"It's getting dark." The sky is getting darker, and when the night falls, the wild beasts will besiege the safe base with more excitement, howling crazily at the breath of the two-legged animals.They are not old enough to face the beast.Qiao Muxi patted their shoulders, "Go and find your parents, if they want to go out, they may want to meet you first."

Many people tried to adapt to the new rules at night, and casualties were inevitable.Every goodbye may become the last, so it should be treated well.The children also vaguely experienced that atmosphere, and they scattered away in a hurry.

Only a little girl with big eyes asked Hanahara when she could play with them.

He said it would be very fast, but in fact he was not sure at all.

After all, he is dead.

"Is there no way to know when you will wake up?"

At the moment when the last ray of sunlight sinks and the gloomy day turns into night, the blood-red moon faintly wakes up with chaotic sounds.Hanahara still didn't wake up, her complexion was as pale as a dry bone.

The doctor replied slowly: No sign yet.

The only sign is that the corpse has stopped decomposing and has remained dead for an hour.Qiao Muxi asked worriedly, "Will there be any after-effects even if I wake up?"

"You mean amnesia or something?"

Ji Yi replied lip-synch: "It's better to turn into a blank piece of paper with no memory at all, the kind that you can point and type. Okay, didn't the corpse maker say it would take a while? Don't worry, lie to us with your life." It's no good."

Qiao Muxi remained silent, frowning secretly.

Hanahara is definitely not a damn person.Also from one of the ancient families that is gradually declining, his innate potential is not high.It is rumored that he was originally an existence that was not taken seriously. He was bullied several times when he was a child, and finally awakened to the imitation department after a serious illness, so he became even more weird.

What's more, I haven't done any heinous things.

He seems to have an ability to understand the essence of people through appearances, and usually he can decide whether to issue a friendship certificate at the first meeting.The well-wishers and Shen Dechuan got it early, and Ji Yi, Xiao Curly, and the children were able to rub some of his precious chocolate bars one after another.

Qiao Muxi couldn't help thinking: Huayuan asked Ruan Mianmian to approach him and hide his snacks.Maybe it means there is still room for maneuver.

It's a pity that according to the current situation, he may not be able to keep up with the possibility of a private solution.

They're going to fight the Joker soon.

The doctor needs time to input the identification program for all the fighters and the lost and recovered robots. When they find out that Ruan Mianmian is there, they will send out an alarm, and they will give priority to paying attention to her and try their best to prevent her from using abilities—a character who can make Chen Yangzhi suffer from being dumb. They don't take it lightly.

No more than a week at most, and it will pass in the blink of an eye.

He also started dreaming that night.

The beginning of a dream is always a slap, the heavy door slams shut in front of you, and the steps twist and turn from under your feet, sinking into the bottomless darkness.He walked, walked, the sound of the soles hitting the floor was deafening, no matter how careful and small the effort was, it would not help.

Countless pairs of eyes caught him, their gazes were burning and hollow, and their round pupils were not human.

Dim, green light.

Where has he seen this pair of pupils?

He went down and stopped as he walked.

Somehow it was clear to him that this path belonged to him and he had to walk it.But he doesn't want to.The front is getting darker and quieter, which symbolizes the endless sense of fear.

I can't go.

he thinks.

Then someone said: You have to run.

This is your mission.

fate.

You exist to run, and if you don't run, you'd be better off dead.

The chattering voice was old and gentle, and he suddenly ran.But the spiral staircase keeps spreading out, and he really can never reach the end.

As soon as the thought of despair came to him, his tired legs paused.At last her voice was heard.You are not ready yet.Why aren't you ready to do what you're supposed to do?

how much longer?

He woke up, sweating profusely.

"Nightmare?"

Shen Dechuan asked in a low voice as if dreaming.

Qiao Muqi knew that he was still asleep.

It's only been two hours since I fell asleep, and it's not enough for sleepy people to stuff their teeth.

But right now he couldn't sleep.

When Shen Dechuan asked where he was going, his sharp eyebrows frowned, as if he was about to open his eyes.

"I'm going to see Huayuan."

He lied, "Don't get up. If you don't sleep now, you won't be able to sleep for the next twenty hours." In order to avoid interference from the alien beast, the confrontation with the clown was scheduled for tomorrow daytime.Shen Dechuan sleeps day and night, and when it gets dark, he always stares and cannot sleep. On the contrary, he is often frightened when he turns over in the middle of the night.

Shen Dechuan turned over and continued to sleep.

He got up lightly, and conveniently put the clothes and pants that Shen Dechuan should change after getting up and taking a shower next to the pillow, washed his face, and went out the door.

There were not many people in the early morning, and a few energetic children ran around barefoot.They all recognized him, and ran over to ask him when Huayuan would wake up, or if he could lend them Huayuan's optical brain to play with first.He said that Huayuan's things had to be borrowed by Huayuan with his own hands.

They left disappointed, complaining sullenly that Hanahara was lying again.

He stood still and couldn't help laughing, then continued to walk towards the temporary research room.Huayuan didn't wake up on the first day, nor on the second or third day, and today is the sixth day, and still hasn't woken up.

Did the corpse maker really not lie to them?

What blurted out was: "Why did the corpse maker want to take out his own nuclear beads? Wouldn't he die?"

The doctor entered the program wholeheartedly. He repeated a question for three times before being distracted and answered: "I did an experiment before, and he was the only one who succeeded. It was a secret. It was also an accident. The experiment was not done by 'doctor'. He thought it was successful once, and the second time also."

When the center of gravity is mechanically injured, his speech speed is exceptionally normal, which is amazing.Qiao Muxi nodded his head, and realized something was wrong again, "I was asking why he took out the nuclear beads? The first time it should have been compulsory, why is it voluntary to restart the plan now?"

"He took out half of it before, the limit."

The doctor scratched his face, and the side face immersed in his own world suddenly looked very cold: "He didn't want half of the nuclear beads to be taken away by Zhong Hong and placed on other experimental subjects. Two people manipulated the dead experimental subject's body to get out of the research Then Zhong Hong promised to keep it secret. One person’s things are not enough for two people. They are dying. He couldn’t help but want to snatch his own back, and he didn’t want to kill his brother, so he wanted to take them all out.”

Dead end...?

The half nuclear bead in the body desperately longs to return to integrity, fantasizing about peeling off his brother's chest and taking back the power that belongs to him.Making corpses and manipulating them all in one, and he's so cunning and good at disguising that he doesn't have a brooding bro to hold him back.Maybe he can compete with Shen Dechuan for the first place, or he can have a good time with Zhong Hong.

But he couldn't bear it.

Can it really be said that supernatural beings have no feelings?

It is undeniable that getting used to death is inevitable, and becoming more and more selfish because of chasing power.But there are still many people who hold dear things.

only……

Those who have weaknesses and no power to protect them are more likely to die, and the rest will be lonely and widowed.

Grinding your fingertips against the glass makes an awkward sound.Qiao Muxi regained his original wandering mind: "I haven't asked, how did you get repaired? Why did you enter the research institute."

Silence is right.

He wasn't going to pursue these things, if it wasn't for the dream.

"The person who repaired you is the same person who taught me to use the power?" Who is the old man hiding behind the black cat, who is one mission at a time?

The doctor who turned his back to him took a long time to turn around: "There is no name, others call him a wise man."

"He's still alive?!"

A person lived at least 300+ years, almost twice the average lifespan?Before he went to get the diary, he heard a voice from the black cat's throat: I am a person who died long ago.

The doctor tilted his head, looking a little confused, but his tone was firm: "It doesn't matter if you die or not, he is everywhere. You ask him. He said that when you ask him, he will give you something." He rummaged through the box to find, Crawling around like a puppy, it took a long time before throwing a box for Qiao Mu to live in.

Inside lay a strange piece of cloth, which at first glance was red.The surface looks rough, soft and delicate to the touch, moderate in thickness, faintly shimmering with golden light.He unfolded it completely, and found several golden shapes on the upper left of the rectangle.

"This is……"

He has seen.

He has seen it in books and in museums, but he has never heard of it in kind.No one is interested in mentioning it because it is so far removed from modern times that it has lost all sense of meaning.

"Our country used to say that everyone is equal."

Doctor digs into grabbing a singing mechanical dog

Tapping, muttering like reciting lines: "There are no hierarchical areas, only a lot of cities, and there are other divisions under the cities. The distribution of resources cannot be even, but each city has its own characteristics, and everyone can come and go freely. There is no hierarchical restriction , everyone lives with their parents when they are young, and they can continue to live with their parents when they become adults, or they can go to live elsewhere. Only those who have no parents go to orphanages, not in the foster barn until they are ten years old. Everyone is born slowly Growing up, studying in school, slowly choosing how to live. It has nothing to do with hair color. We used to be such a country. He asked you if you have made up your mind."

There are no grades.

no limit.

His throat seemed to be stuck by a thorn, and there was a sharp pain when he took a breath.He remembered the first time, even though he was timid, weak, crying and powerless, it was the time when he would ask himself 'why are people born hierarchical and so lonely'.

Institutional issues.

Ethos problem.

There may also be various problems.

He was against hierarchy and disliked the social convention of dividing people by color.He remembered how much AB level people looked down on him—a mere D level guy, so that when he saw him casually, he immediately adjusted the direction of his eyeballs.

Dirty eyes.

Garbage in the lower area.

It's annoying, dangling in front of my eyes every day.

They loathe him deeply, eat far away from him in class, and no one wants to talk to him.drop in price.So he went to class, ate and returned to the dormitory alone, until Ji Yi showed a slight improvement.

When there is no Ji Yi, he still only has Mu Ding, otherwise he will stop talking all day long.There are not many opportunities to speak, and no one except the diary is willing to listen to him talk about small things in life.

Especially the lives of people with a D rank.

He had been away from that situation for so long that he had forgotten all about it.

The deserted area was completely abandoned, and the clown who was about to destroy everything evolved from the crowd of people who were desperate and hating each other.

D area was slaughtered, D area was abandoned.

Even if you think about protecting ordinary people in a war, the first to bear the brunt are the residents of the AB area. Area D also followed them to a safe base, and no one cared about the situation in Area C.

Maybe there are really too many mistakes, and the corrections must be made one by one.One step, one step, the end is hard to see, the road is waiting for you quietly, whether you can walk or not, it is silent.

Qiao Muqi finally found out——

He should do, want to do a big thing but dare not do it.

"Shepherd."

He shouted in his heart: "Can you contact the well-wisher? She should have a light brain."

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