SHEEP

After Yi Heye clicked on the five-star praise, he discovered the string of boastful comments.

He thought it was funny, but he also felt relieved when he saw the debris in front of him——

I want to save more energy to deal with the blue sheep, instead of being overwhelmed by as many miscellaneous fish as the sea before I meet the real enemy.

At this time, in Yi Heye's room, Xiao Yunduo, who was staring at the screen seriously, raised his head and looked at Jian Yunxian who was beside him: "What?"

Just as Jian Yunxian opened his eyes, he looked back at Xiao Yunduo: "You ask me why I didn't just clear the scene for him, and I need to send him a confirmation message instead?"

Little Yunduo nodded: "Meh."

"Because he said that he doesn't like others to touch his prey." Jian Yun said with a smile, "so even if it is a good deed, it must be approved by him."

Xiao Yunduo rolled her eyes, thinking that he was doing too much shit: "Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaable."

At this time, Yi Heye, who had no idea that he had been rejected by the big fat sheep, had just recovered.

He searched around on the ground, picked up a bunch of magazines, picked out a few handy guns, and stuffed them into the infinite storage box Siwei urgently developed for him.

After finally doing something serious, Yi Heye packed the things unceremoniously, and silently persuaded Siwei in his heart, begging them to give up the weapon manufacturing industry as soon as possible.

After sweeping around, Yi Heye felt too relieved, so he walked towards the outside of the station.

As soon as he walked out of the station, a strong and pungent smell made Yi Heye frown.

He covered his mouth and nose with his collar, and then barely opened his eyes——

On the street in front of him, the street was covered in thick fog, and the visibility did not even exceed five meters. Only the jingling traffic lights at the intersection could be vaguely seen.

Just opening his eyes, Yi Heye felt his eyes stinging, physiological tears flowed out uncontrollably, and a slight burning sensation ignited in his lungs.

Poisonous fog.

The sound of this concept instantly dispelled Yi Heye's idea of ​​enjoying the pain. He even felt a little dizzy, and the blood bar on his forehead began to drop rapidly.

Yi Heye turned his head, trying to hide in the station hall, but found that the door behind him was closed.

He didn't dare to breathe, but he couldn't bear the oxygen being exhausted little by little. He watched his blood bar approaching the dangerous value step by step, as if he saw himself being pushed into the water alive, and he would die if he didn't breathe.

The hypoxic feeling of actively holding his breath made his heart beat faster, and soon his brain was buzzing, and his eyes began to turn gray. He squatted down irritably, and pulled the corner of his clothes with his fingers, but there was nothing he could do——

He is just a hunter who is good at getting injured and loves self-torture, what can he do? !

Just a second before he felt his heart was about to burst, a gas mask with a sheep's head suddenly appeared in front of him.

Yi Heye tried his best to put on the mask, and at that moment, fresh air flowed in from his lungs like a spring, wiping away the snowflakes in front of him and opening the knotted blood vessels all over his body.

"Cough...cough..."

After a few breaths, Yi Heye's brain was buzzing, and he sat on the ground for a long time, and the slight tingling pain from the respiratory tract made him a little excited again, and the blood bar on the top of his head was full in an instant——

Pain often works better than medicine for him.

When he fully recovered on the spot, Siwei’s support came late——Yi Heye had an extra flashlight with the Siwei logo in his hand, and when he turned it on, the light beam opened a path in front of the thick fog Come.

A bright flashlight with see-through effect...

Seeing such indistinguishable priorities of props, Yi Heye fell silent—he was lucky that SHEEP was still there, otherwise his life would almost be over when Siwei’s flashlight was ready.

But in the final analysis, although this thing cannot be used to save lives, it is also very practical.

Yi Heye swept the flashlight in front of him before he could barely see the scene in area B in front of him.

At this time, the town in front of him was quite different from the B area he knew——

The iconic giant sculpture "City Lights" is still in the center of the downtown square, but the newly built commercial housing has disappeared in recent years, replaced by super high-rise residential areas and old giant factories with a sense of age.

Although Yi Heye hadn't experienced it, he could tell that this place looked like Area B more than 20 years ago.

At this time, the projection screen above the central square lit up, and a very contemporary voice sounded——

"Recently, the toxic smog that lasted for half a year still shows no sign of dissipating. The concentration of sulfur dioxide in the air has reached 9 times the safe value. The number of deaths due to bronchitis, tuberculosis, coronary heart disease and other diseases has also climbed to the previous value. However, the reporter learned that several chemical plants suspected of causing pollution have not been shut down, and they firmly deny that they are related to this pollution incident, and refuse to compensate the patient’s family..."

Yi Heye frowned, vaguely remembering that he had read such a report, about 20 years ago, such a large-scale pollution incident occurred in Area B, causing many injuries and illnesses.

Just as he was frowning and continuing to move forward, there was a sudden sound of frantic footsteps beside him.

Turning his head, a child about seven or eight years old was covering his mouth and nose, running towards him with a painful expression.

Just when Yi Heye bent down subconsciously and was about to reach out to help, the child fell down in front of him with a "boom".

Yi Heye picked the child up from the ground, took off his gas mask, and was about to put it on the child's face when he saw the child convulse violently.

"Cough cough...cough!!"

A mouthful of blood gushed in front of Yi Heye, and before he could react, the child's twitching limbs gradually became silent.

died.

Yi Heye half-kneeled in front of the corpse in shock, his movements froze.

Probably because of the game, the child's body temperature cooled down very quickly. Yi Heye stared blankly at the softened little body, until he was startled by his cold touch, then coughed out a muffled sound, and hurriedly put on the breathing mask Wear it back.

Yi Heye considered himself an emotionally indifferent person, and he didn't feel much sadness at this moment, he just felt his head was buzzing.

He still can't get used to the scene of human beings dying in front of him.

Even though he knew that the child in front of him was just a virtual character in the game, it didn't prevent him from feeling very uncomfortable.

He looked around and saw that there was no soil to bury, so he could only lean the child's body against the wall, help him arrange his clothes, and then got up and left in a hurry.

He pursed his lips, wanting to take an unlit cigarette.It's just that this is in the game, he can't do it.

The moment he stood up, whether it was an auditory hallucination or the real thing, Yi Heye seemed to hear coughing sounds coming from all around him one after another, one after another, as if they were competing with each other to see who would cough up blood first, There is a fight over who can cough up a hole in the lung first.

Such a voice made him think of the blood on the corner of the child's lips again. The bright red spot was like a sea of ​​fire, cremating the young body.

Amid such coughing sounds, Yi Heye felt as if a cat's paw was hidden in his lungs, scratching desperately, forcing him to cough until he coughed up blood.

The terrible association caused Yi Heye's mood to fluctuate violently, and he ran wildly through the streets.

Using a see-through flashlight, he saw rows of unmanned cars spouting exhaust that was the same color as smoke, and in the distant sky, black clouds were attached to the top of the chimney.

It's no different from the status quo in D District-unstoppable pollution, acid rain, and perpetually choking air.

Amidst the disturbing cough, Yi Heye ran forward without turning his head while flashing his flashlight. He vaguely saw the end of the fog not far ahead, and his eyes lit up.

One step, two steps... The moment Yi Heye rushed out of the fog, he also took off his gas mask,

Just when he was planning to enjoy the fresh air in front of him without any scruples, the scene in front of him made him feel sick——

Yi Heye remembered very clearly that this was once the largest artificial river in District B, but due to various complicated reasons, it was filled and turned into a commercial street.

In front of him, the artificial Hanoi that has not been filled is not clear water, but sticky liquid with pink foam.

This artificial river used to be the only source of drinking water for the citizens of District B, but now it was billowing with an unpleasant smell, which made Yi Heye wear a gas mask again.

Water pollution seems to have erupted before. At that time, Yi Heye was still young, and his impression of this incident was only limited to the written description.

At this time, a crow with a huge tumor on its head was lowering its head unsteadily, drinking the pink water. On the other side, a cat with two heads was sleeping on the mouth of the sewage pipe. Not far from the water source, there is a nest of pink mice, each with its own appearance. They seem to share organs, but they are randomly distributed. Some have three eyes and no mouth, and some have nostrils that cover their entire back.

The grotesque and deformed creatures here made Yi Heye feel sick to his stomach—the mutated sticky texture of the flesh was much more disgusting than the robots that rely on imagination to stretch their teeth and claws. He turned his head, unwilling to look at the water source again.

At this time, the news behind him sounded again:

"The serious water pollution incident has caused a serious ecological imbalance, and a large number of newborns have deformities..."

"Recently, a large number of citizens have experienced symptoms such as dizziness, nausea, vision loss, and mood swings. According to research, the concentrated outbreak of these symptoms may be related to the recent severe light pollution..."

"Today, noise pollution has become the leading cause of suicide among urban residents, and noise has also become an important cause of mental breakdown and manic symptoms..."

"Not long ago, a leak of biochemical agents attracted much attention. It is reported that the accident has affected the quality of life of the surrounding residents. Our reporter did not interview the victim who was willing to be photographed. It is understood that all affected residents have voluntarily moved out of B district……"

The reports one after another made Yi Heye feel as if he had watched a revolving door. These news were more or less influential to him, and they all happened in reality.

Just when he was in a panic, the picture in front of him suddenly switched, he seemed to be sucked into a white vortex, and then a straight corridor appeared in front of him, and at the end of the corridor was a closed door. On both sides of him are hospital beds——

On the first hospital bed, a man wearing an oxygen mask looked at him and said, "I worked in the rare earth mine for two years and got pneumoconiosis. I didn't get compensation."

On another hospital bed next to him, a hairless girl stretched out her withered hands: "The well water at home has been polluted by the chemical plant, my parents are already dead, and I have leukemia, so I won't live long."

Yi Heye only felt that his scalp was numb, and he walked forward quickly, but was pulled back by a boy with a strange big head: "I don't know what's wrong with me, I was born like this, my parents both I can't afford to support me..."

Yi Heye peeled off his hands in a panic, and moving forward, deaf, mentally handicapped, deformed... one by one, row by row, it was breathless.

Further on, there was a group of coughing elementary school students, some of them were crying loudly, and some of them had no strength to breathe.

Yi Heye hurried past, but saw a familiar name in front of the hospital bed: "Pei Xiangjin."

"Cough cough..." On the hospital bed, Pei Xiangjin, who was still a primary school student, was lying listlessly on the bed, coughing and curling up in his mother's arms, "Mom... Did another classmate die today..."

The mother on one side was stroking his head: "Baby sleep first, okay? After sleeping and waking up, the fog will dissipate..."

Yi Heye suddenly felt very depressed. Before he saw Pei Xiangjin, he had always regarded the person on the hospital bed as a fake patient deliberately fabricated by Lan Yang in order to influence his mentality. It was not until he saw Pei Xiangjin that he realized that these illnesses May all be true.

Going forward, he saw Fang Chunyang in hospital gown, sitting in front of the psychiatrist, crying loudly and breaking down: "I can't live anymore, now even breathing is a pain for me!"

He saw Fang Chunyang being tied up and sent into the ward behind him, and then he saw a little self lying alone on the front bed.

In front of him, the black-haired little Yi Heye was suffering from a high fever, clutching the bed sheet at hand, breathing with pained expression, but not timid or afraid.

He opened his red eyes and stared blankly at the front. Yi Heye followed his direction and found that he was looking at Pei Xiangjin who was being taken care of by his mother.

At this time, the nurse came over, Xiao Yi Heye raised his head, and took the initiative to hold the nurse's white coat: "My mother can't come, please let me go home."

"What kind of parent is this?" the nurse complained, took Xiao Yi Heye's hand, and gave him a needle.

Yi Heye frowned, watching his young self with tears seeping from the corners of his eyes, he didn't cry out, but he could see that he was in pain.

Yi Heye remembered this injection.

When he was five years old, he contracted pneumonia for no reason and was hospitalized. His mother was away. That was the first time he felt sick and in pain. It was such a meaningless thing.

He glanced at the medical record—excessive inhalation of polluting dust.

It turned out to be because of pollution.

In this long corridor, there were wailing, sobbing, and moaning sounds one after another. Yi Heye glanced back, as if he had been thrown into the foaming powder water and into the pungent smoke, so disgusted that he was about to vomit up.

At this moment, the patients in the corridor suddenly stood up and looked at Yi Heye in unison. Their uniform movements reminded Yi Heye of the sea of ​​robots in the waiting hall.

He raised the gun subconsciously, but met the pairs of human eyes in front of him again, and his fingers trembled almost inaudibly.

"Why is this happening?" someone asked.

"Why me?" asked another.

"It hurts so bad..."

"I can't breathe..."

"Cough cough cough..."

Asking questions almost tightened Yi Heye's throat, he raised the gun and put it down hesitantly.

Even this is impossible, Yi Heye looked at the patients crowding towards him, and watched his research with tears in his eyes, a thin layer of sweat formed on his palms.

"Help me!! Kill me——!!!"

With a sharp howl, Yi Heye felt that his brain was about to split in two. He saw the patients rushing towards him like crazy, and the moment he made up his mind to fight back, there was a sudden sound of the door opening behind him. .

In an instant, a white light enveloped him, and Yi Heye didn't have time to think about it, and looked straight at the world behind him...

When he opened his eyes again, Yi Heye's whole body was drenched in cold sweat.

After a long delay, the bad tinnitus disappeared, and my vision gradually recovered.

In front of you, the green lawn, the blue sky, the crisp birdsong, the leisurely fragrance of flowers...

A blue sheep appeared in front of him:

"Welcome to 'Utopia'."

The author has something to say:

This chapter is dirty, baa always said that I want to dance a BB for everyone, I'maSheep washes my eyes.