biochemical corpse

For a while there was no sound of people, only the shrill wind.

Tang Chu glanced at the speaker, and the gun in his hand creaked.

He slowly hooked the corner of his mouth, and then opened his mouth slowly, word by word, as if declaring: "I have no obligation to save their lives, or do you think I should?"

His pure black eyebrows narrowed slightly, and a sharp light shone from his pupils.

The man he was staring at couldn't help taking a step back, Tang Chu turned and left instead of speaking.

Not far away, Carlos and Claire looked at each other, their eyes were full of complex emotions, but no one spoke.

The entire team fell silent, only the faint sobs lingering in their ears... more than that.

-

That night the team held a funeral for those who died in the operation, although many knew that there were no dead bodies under those high mounds, or even some surrogate tokens.

A simple cross, not even a decent tombstone.A group of people stood aside and took turns praying for the happiness of their companions in heaven and for their true eternal life.

As usual, Tang Chu did not participate in such an event.But this time he didn't stay in the room, he came out and leaned against a wooden stake a few meters away, staring at the scene here in a daze.

Of course, no one would come to ask him to participate in this solemn ceremony—or even if Tang Chu did appear, it would not be a pleasant existence.

Carlos stood still in front of Lucy's grave. He remembered this little girl. When she smiled, her eyes were as beautiful as crescent moons, and he heard that he liked...Klos.

He bowed his head towards the grave.After three seconds of silence, he suddenly straightened up and walked straight towards Tang Chu!

His fists were clenched tightly, and he seemed to cut through the wind when he walked over. He only wore a black T-shirt on his upper body, revealing his strong forearms.

Tang Chu was lowering his head at the moment, and a pair of beautiful military boots appeared in his vision. The wrapped calves were straight and slender, shining slightly by the campfire.

"You—get up."

"..." Tang Chu quickly looked up at him, but didn't speak.Carlos stared at Tang Chu, as if he could burn a hole alive from the top of his head.

Carlos himself didn't know what he was angry about.He knew that all of this had nothing to do with Tang Chu, and now he could only be thankful that Tang Chu survived.

But he was still angry, and he couldn't suppress this feeling no matter how hard he looked at Tang Chu's indifferent face and wanted to greet the gunslinger!

"I tell you to stand up—! Bastard!"

Tang Chu's neck hurt from being dragged by him, but he didn't resist or struggle, but just stared at Carlos coldly, half of his face had an abnormal deep red, which sprinkled on his fair skin, but it didn't disobey at all .

"I didn't kill people, why are you so excited?"

"you--!"

Without even thinking about it, Carlos punched it with his fist!Tang Chu subconsciously blocked with his left arm and then kicked sideways with his foot, keeping the distance between himself and Carlos.

"What are you crazy about!" Tang Chu was also angry. He threw away the gun in his hand, stretched his wrists and ankles, and then looked at Carlos coldly.

"I call you—at least—" Carlos's fingers creaked, and he stretched out a finger to point to the layers of crosses, "At least go and see them!"

Tang Chu looked at his face reddened by the bonfire, and the emotions in his mind surged up again.He lifted his lips and was about to make a mouth shape, but saw Carlos in front of him rushing towards him as if he had lost his mind!

The man's body was like steel, and Carlos immediately stretched out a fist and hit him in the face!

Tang Chu kicked hard with his right foot, kicking Carlos' lower abdomen, and then withstood Carlos' attack with his backhand.

Carlos frowned, but he didn't seem to relax at all. As soon as he frowned, he attacked out of nowhere.It doesn't matter the vitals, it doesn't matter the injury, he is like a bastard who just wants to vent and fight, put his hands on Tang Chu's waist and pin him to the ground.

The ground full of sand and gravel made people hurt all over. Tang Chu's hand pinched a huge green mark on Carlos' shoulder, but Carlos still stuck to Tang Chu as if he could not feel the pain at all. body.

The two stared at each other, neither willing to budge.

Not far away, someone had already spotted the scuffle here, but when they were about to go up to do something, they were stopped by Claire.There was no expression on Claire's beautiful face, she just said something in a low voice.

"Let them go."

So Tang Chu and Carlos... really let them go.

The two of them fought together like children, without any rules or routines, but the unexpected damage caused by such an attack was not as great as imagined!Carlos's face was covered with obvious bruises, and Tang Chu was obviously not much better, his beautiful and smooth black hair was messed up, and there were some black marks at the corners of his eyes.

About 10 minutes later, the breathing rate of both people began to be abnormal. At this time, Carlos finally felt relieved. He turned slightly to the left and fell heavily to the ground.

"What are you crazy about?" Tang Chu frowned, staring at Carlos's face.

Carlos turned his head to look at him, but was startled suddenly!

He thought... Tang Chu wasn't sad, he didn't even have any psychological fluctuations at all.but--

When he saw Tang Chu's eyes, it wasn't like he usually saw a pool of stagnant water. Those dark eyes reflected the orange bonfire, and the emotion could even be called... sad?

He began to doubt his own cognition. He couldn't even explain the reason for the fight just now, but he just felt uncomfortable and displeased with Tang Chu's appearance of staying out of it.

Just because... so?

"Hey," Carlos tugged at the face injured by Tang Chu, "You are really ruthless."

Tang Chu didn't look at him, but turned to stare at the sky in a daze.

His eyes were rarely dazed, the vast universe was sprinkled with starlight everywhere, as if the whole world hadn't changed, and there was only this kind of scenery.

"...Okay." Luckily, Carlos stood up, casting a shadow over Tang Chu's head, "I'm sorry, but I don't regret it."

When he said this, Tang Chu still had the wound on his face, and he pulled the corner of his mouth when he spoke, making a slight gritted sound.

Seeing him like this, Tang Chu's mood, which was a little gloomy, improved slightly unexpectedly.

"Do you think I should be sad?" Tang Chu suddenly asked without thinking, the firewood burning beeping and beeping, and Tang Chu's tone unexpectedly had a pleasant sense of rhythm.

Carlos just nodded.Even if he wasn't sorry for Lucy, at least... Cross...

He still remembered the man who jumped out of the sunroof to look for Tang Chu while telling himself to start the car in the truck.Such an approach is obviously risking one's own life.

"Oh...that's it." Tang Chu raised his chin, just when Carlos thought he was going to continue talking, he heard Tang Chu change the subject.

"If I want to leave this team, will you keep me?"

His voice was as cold as ever, as if there was no emotion in it, and in the howling night wind, he didn't seem to be half-joking.

Carlos frowned deeply and looked into Tang Chu's eyes.

"What do you mean."

Tang Chu half propped himself up and looked at him: "I don't think it's interesting to stay here..."

"...Then you want to live alone in a place where zombies will emerge all the time?" Carlos panicked, and his tone couldn't help but be a little faster.He subconsciously touched his waist to find a cigarette, but inadvertently touched the wound, which was painful.

"If I stay any longer... most of the people here will die."

What Tang Chu said was the truth, even if it wasn't because of the worsening objective conditions, the bloodthirsty emotion that would surge up in his heart was enough to make him a qualified time bomb.

And today, that lunatic named Isaac had a sentence that really hit the most worrying place in his heart.

He didn't know if he would one day become that kind of brainless zombie, living on fresh meat, and finally being shot by a bullet to end his life.

He is not afraid.

"you--"

What Carlos thought about was the death of Mike Lucy and the others before, thinking that Tang Chu really attributed their death to himself, so his tone couldn't help softening.

"I...Of course I am, I don't want you to leave."

He talked to Tang Chu so calmly, but the complex emotions in Tang Chu's eyes flashed again.

The two of them stopped talking, and lay quietly on the ground looking at the sky, with injuries all over their bodies.

And in this quiet atmosphere, Tang Chu seemed to have thought of something suddenly, turned his head and glanced at Carlos from head to toe, his black and slender eyebrows slowly stretched out, and there was even a rare smile on his face meaning.

"You just said, I'm sorry, right?"

"Then... how are you going to compensate me?"

It took Carlos a while to catch up with Tang Chu's jumping brain thinking... Then the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and he turned his head and continued to play dumb.