Undead: 5.Chapter 5

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"Generally, you die within 24 hours of infection. Are you sure that your bed partner was too enthusiastic to bite?"

Si Nan sat behind the door with his arms on his knees and shook his head.

What else Zhou Rong wanted to say, the doctor put down the thermometer and said: "Your person has a fever, Captain Zhou. 37 degrees Nine, the initial symptoms of infection should be isolated immediately."

Everyone around changed color, and some people backed away not far away. The buzzing sound swept across the crowd like electric sparks: "He is infected..." "Will he become a monster?" "Go away, stay away !"

A man boldly said: "Get him out! Here are all civilians, what if he bites someone?!"

The echoing voice grew louder, and Yan Hao said angrily: "He is not infected! Otherwise, the road has mutated early! There are all zombies outside, where should he go?"

The surrounding whispered: "The soldier is the cross..."

"Yes!..."

Zhou Rong squatted in front of Sinan, suddenly stretched out his hand and forcibly raised his chin.

Si Nan’s complexion is very cold and white from Asians, with chapped lips and a little tiredness. When he lowers his eyes slightly, he looks like his mother, which contrasts sharply with Zhou Rongman’s gun cocoon and powerful hands.

Zhou Rong looked at him coldly for a moment, then suddenly got up and said: "Keep him in the warehouse office and keep it under observation."

The doctor disapproved: "Captain Zhou..."

Zhou Rong said: "My person, I am responsible."

The warehouse office is a small single room separated by plywood. It is five square meters in size. Before the virus outbreak, it was a place where the attendants were rotated. The thin hollow wooden door was equipped with an old-fashioned spring lock with an iron bolt inside.

Si Nan sat in the corner with his back against the wall, with one hand on his bent knee. After a while, Zhou Rong pushed the door and walked in, closing the door with his backhand, blocking Yan Hao and Chuncao who were stepping forward.

"Here."

Si Nan raised his eyes, and in front of him was a pork loaf.

"Take it from the storeroom and eat it."

Si Nan looked at him motionlessly for a few seconds before turning his face away.

"Why, just shut you up for a long time, hunger for a hunger strike?" Zhou Rong hummed: "Tell you, the thing that brother will never know in this life is Lianxiangxiyu, and the best thing is to destroy flowers. When he was in training, What omega pheromone, beautiful spy sex|Lure turns on, and then the captain of the airborne, Yan Hao took the lead and refused to take the lead, and was beaten to death by Laozi three times a day...behave ate things, don’t think I dare not come hard Of."

The two looked at each other for a while, and Sinan finally told the truth:

"...the supplies are limited, don't waste it."

Zhou Rong showed an unabashed ridicule and threw the bread into Sinan's arms, saying:

"Girl, how do you look like an omega."

Si Nan: "………………"

Zhou Rong clapped his hands and turned away.

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It was getting late, and soon there was the sound of people walking around and distributing food outside the door.

Si Nan thought for a long time, but still ate the bread. The food soothed the nerves. He leaned against the corner and fell asleep unconsciously, his consciousness drifting away in awake and hazy, as if traveling through thousands of miles of damp and cold wind, watching the earth overturned in the flames of war.

He seemed to be back when he was very young. The heavy door of the manor opened slowly in front of him, the crystal chandeliers were dazzling, and the handmade carpets were heavy and complicated. They went straight to the top along the marble spiral escalator. A boy in a black formal suit hugged his arms, leaned on the handrail of the second-to-last stairway, looked at him condescendingly for a long while, and suddenly said, "You are so ugly."

He felt his nails pierce deeply into his palm and wanted to step back and leave, but he couldn't even turn around in his dream.

The boy jumped down the stairs and came to him in three steps and two steps, suddenly reached out his hand to grab his hair, forcing him to look up at himself:

"I will be your brother from now on, understand?"

Si Nan's chest was ups and downs, feeling the hot and sour air flow repeatedly cutting the trachea, trying to hit someone with a fist, but in the dream, he suddenly became very young, and he couldn't reach even when he tried his best to reach out, so he could only watch that one. The arrogant face and the blue eyes full of mockery.

I want to beat you... he thought.

One day, I will beat you under my feet...

The camera changed in an instant, and the memory passed away like a horse watching. The boy's hateful face gradually matured and turned into a surprise and consternation in another picture. He was immediately knocked backwards by a punch.

Boom!

The noise receded like a tide. He picked up the collar of the man, and saw bloodshot from the corners of his nasal cavity and mouth; those blue eyes that had been watching him all the time for many years turned into wind and rain. Dark gray:

"...It's been a long time since you wanted to beat me, right?..."

Yes.

Always.

But he did not answer. Instead, he made a right uppercut, heavy and clean, and the crack of the bridge of the nose came from his fingers. Until a long, long time later, he could clearly recall that Ling. Pleasant touch.

……

As night fell, Sinan had a fever.

Tranced, he felt his body was very hot, as if he was in a warm and empty deep sea, floating and unable to step on the bottom. The sound of footsteps came and went, disputes and clamors clashed, and it was hard to tell whose voice was sharp: "You must send him away, he may mutate at any time!"

"Your life as a soldier is worth money, do we deserve to take risks?!"

"What to do, he has been infected, we are all over..."

The sound of pushing and beating came from far and near, and then suddenly disappeared from the ear, as if it was hazy across the water. I don't know how long it took, suddenly there was a footstep stopped beside him, then he squatted down and covered him with thick clothes.

Si Nan struggled uncomfortably, but the man wrapped him tightly, not even letting go of the neck.

"It's normal to get sick and tired." The humanity said, "The beta physique is not good. I'm afraid I won't be able to keep it burned."

"Brother Rong..."

The man stood up and whispered: "Give me the car key. I'll go out."

When he woke up again from his drowsiness, Sinan felt that someone was stuffing his mouth. He barely opened his eyes, and he couldn't see his fingers around him. A few seconds later he barely saw the light shining through the crack in the door.

"Drink some water," Zhou Rong said, taking a sip from a military kettle.

Si Nan swallowed, feeling a bitter mouth full of bitterness, and reacted to the pill that was stuffed into his teeth just now: "...you..."

"Fever reducing medicine."

...Where's the anti-fever medicine?

Zhou Rong took off his jacket and threw it on the ground, sat down, squeezed into the same corner with him without any suspicion, and whispered: "I said you are stupid or stupid. Go to the pharmacy to find food, no Do you know the common medicine to bring with you? It's over, and I have a fever, which caused me to drive 20 kilometers back and forth in the middle of the night, and I almost didn't become a night snack for the hundreds of zombies on the street. If it’s not because you look good For the sake of..."

Si Nan coughed and coughed, hoarsely: "I saved you during the day, no thanks."

Zhou Rong stopped speaking immediately.

Si Nan regained his spirit, and just wanted to tease him, he suddenly smelled a strong **** smell coming from his feet--it was Zhou Rong's coat that was just thrown on the ground.

He reached out his hand and the fabric was sticky and damp.

Only hearing each other's deep breathing in the dark, Sinan whispered for a long while: "...Thank you."

Zhou Rong said: "No thanks."

With a click of the lighter, Zhou Rong leaned back against the wall, lit a cigarette, sprayed a relaxing white mist, smiled and asked: "Dream you just dreaming? I heard you muttering something, like Is cursing."

"..."

"Do you miss home?" Zhou Rongman asked casually.

Si Nan shook his head.

"What kind of work did you do before, depending on your skill, private bodyguard or policeman?"

Si Nan shook his head again without answering.

"Don't be so nervous, relax and have a chat. In case you don't have a fever or a real infection, you will die later. Brother Ke is the last person you can entrust with the will." Zhou Rong squeezed his shoulder. , Jokingly asked: "Are you married? Is there a partner?"

"...nothing."

"Very good, I don't have any brother. The whole team is single."

Si Nan glanced at him from the corner of his eye, and said silently in his heart that it was because you took the lead in getting involved.

Zhou Rong suddenly sighed with smoke in his mouth, and his tone was full of fascination: "The refuge of the b military region can accommodate tens of thousands of people. It is self-sufficient in water and electricity and completely isolated from the outside world. After the virus passes, the country will definitely do it. Arrange for you to settle down in city b, blind date, get married, encourage childbirth, and make up for the population loss during the disaster period..."

"Moreover, the most omegas were rescued in Zone B, most of them were in the infertile period, and the army was specially sent to protect them." Zhou Rong licked his lips subconsciously, and laughed: "Tsk, it works, who came up with this? In terms of policy, my mind is really clever."

Si Nan's voice is a little tight: "Why?"

"Every time a disaster strikes, alpha is the main force responsible for disaster relief. Which large-scale refuge has more alpha, and the ability to compete for resources, arms and territory-and alpha will definitely take the initiative to increase omega Where localities gather, the upper level can allocate omega as a strategic resource. Don’t you understand the simple truth?"

Zhou Rong took a deep puff of cigarette, the red light between his fingers blinked and disappeared. Sinan didn't speak for a while, and suddenly his waist was poked: "What are you thinking about, so absorbed?"

Si Nan casually said: "Do you also want to go to B district to bring a strategic resource home?"

Who knows Zhou Rong flatly refused: "No!"

In an instant, Sinan thought he was going to say "Because I have Yan Hao." But before he could move about the love between these two beta gays, he listened to Zhou Rong categorically: "I hate omega!"

"..." Sinan asked: "Why, Brother Rong?"

Zhou Rongshu changed his sitting position, staring at Sinan with piercing eyes, and said with earnest heart: "Brother must give you a life advice, pro: If you are looking for someone in the future, don't look for an omega."

"..."

"Try to find beta."

"..."

The two looked at each other for a while, and the corners of Sinan's mouth twitched slightly and said, "That's what I planned."

Zhou Rong patted him on the shoulder approvingly.

Si Nan asked sincerely: "But...why?"

He thought Zhou Rong would use Yan Hao as an example of what beta gays can also obtain the sexual blessings of life, but Zhou Rong once again shattered his unrealistic illusions about human nature. Zhou Rong said solemnly: "Because of omega, there is a character problem."

The two stared at each other in the dark, keeping Zhou Rong's hand on Sinan's shoulder, and the nose tips of the two were no more than ten centimeters apart.

For a long while, Sinan finally squeezed into the corner cautiously, and asked cautiously and politely: "Brother Rong, have you ever been emotionally injured?"

The two words "sentimental injury" are obviously very new to Zhou Rong. He rubbed his chin in thought, and shook his head after thinking for a moment: "To some extent, it is true that feelings have been deceived, but they can't—actually. It happened many years ago. Have you heard of the International Special Forces Jungle Competition?"

Si Nan shook his head.

Zhou Rong said: "When I was 18 years old, I represented the country in the competition. Originally, my points were far ahead. In the process of rescuing the hostages, I met a hostage of country A who claimed to be of Chinese descent... It was a 15-year-old omega. Child."