The railroad train was swaying on the streets of Moscow, and slowly drove Zhou Qingfeng. The carriage was empty and quiet, but the interior was a bit old. Looking outside the window, any building had a bit of history, but to put it bluntly, it was still old.

Before arriving at his destination, Zhou Qingfeng recalled the "Winter Frost" he saw on the wasteland battlefield. When he landed urgently and rushed to the next to the power armor, the armored body was almost dismantled by Marcos.

Without armor, there was a pale-faced girl hidden inside. Her chest collapsed and she was seriously injured by Marcos' heavy punch. However, when she saw Zhou Qingfeng, the girl with blood in her mouth smiled and said hello: "Hello, Victor Hugo, I'm very happy to see you."

Zhou Qingfeng only glanced at it and knew that even with the help of the therapeutic needle, the girl would at most look back. He half-squatted down and asked in a deep voice: "Who are you?"

"My name is Yana, I actually haven't lost my memory. I just don't want to tell others this, and I don't want to fight anymore. Kill me and let me get rid of it." 'Dongshuang' said.

But Zhou Qingfeng had no intention of talking about feelings. He asked: "Did you watch a movie called "Wasteland"?"

"Dongshuang" opened her eyes wide, but she was stunned for a long time but shook her head, "I don't remember. I always seem to be reincarnating in nightmares, and it's not over and over again. It seems that there is such a movie, but I'm not sure."

"Do you still remember who the protagonist of the movie you have watched?" Zhou Qingfeng asked again.

"Dongshuang" opened her mouth but didn't say anything. She still shook her head, but suddenly said, "It seems like a biochemist. He seems to have created some virus."

"Dongshuang"'s face moved to Marcos aside again, and added blankly, "He created the mutant."

fuk!

How many candidates were lost to the wasteland? Zhou Qingfeng, David Lawrence, the "Winter Frost" in front of him is now another person who plays with the virus.

Zhou Qingfeng repeatedly asked ‘god’ but couldn’t tell why. Finally, he asked ‘Dongshuang’ if he still remembered where he lived in his original home? Then he used a large dose of morphine to make her die simpler.

Zhou Qingfeng completely considered it from a utilitarian perspective. "Dongshuang" was a mess in the wasteland, and she had no power to inherit it, and she herself didn't want to continue living in the wasteland. So she could only choose to go to the real world to find her body and see what the random reward was?

The tram continued to shake and move forward, and Zhou Qingfeng had already gotten off. He stepped onto an ordinary residential area in the outskirts of Moscow. According to the address given by Dongshuang, this is her home.

The residential area is very old, and it is a model house from the Khrushchev period decades ago. It looks the same and the corridors are dim and messy. When Zhou Qingfeng walked to a door and knocked for a long time, the neighbor next door walked out and looked at it, and asked, "Hey..., who are you looking for?"

"I'm looking for Yana, I'm her friend."

"Hahaha..., you're lying. Yana has no friends."

The neighbor's face looked as ugly as this dilapidated building, but Zhou Qingfeng exchanged the information he wanted for 100 US dollars of banknotes for the information he wanted. Yana went crazy more than two years ago and was admitted to a mental hospital.

So Zhou Qingfeng ran to search for an unknown mental hospital again, and finally found a pale girl living in a simple single room and tied to the hospital bed with a tie. Her eyes didn't move and she stared blankly at the ceiling.

"Don't look at her so quiet now, she is actually very violent. The child is very strong and needs four or five people to control her. She always tells people that she is fighting and says that she has killed many people.

Poor child, she used to be a student at the Moscow National Dance Academy, and she danced very well in ballet. Suddenly one day she went crazy and became unreasonable. After many treatments, her condition became worse and worse. Her parents were completely disappointed with her and had to send her here."

An aunt in the mental hospital took Zhou Qingfeng into the ward and raised her chin to indicate that the girl on the bed was the person Zhou Qingfeng was looking for.

"Can you loosen her restraint belt? I want to stay alone with her for a while." Zhou Qingfeng asked.

"This does not comply with the regulations." The caregiver spit out a cigarette ring and shook his head without hesitation. Zhou Qingfeng opened his wallet again and exchanged money for the opportunity to be alone with the girl.

The iron door of the single room slammed closed, and the caregiver was still shouting outside: "Young man, it's best to restrain yourself inside, some things are not allowed."

Zhou Qingfeng smiled bitterly, pulled Zhang Broken chair and sat in front of the hospital bed. Yana on the bed had already sat up, looked at Zhou Qingfeng with confusion, and after a while, he said, "I seem to have dreamed of you in my dream? You are a big villain in your dream."

"Your dreams are all real, I am indeed a villain." Zhou Qingfeng nodded with a smile, and reached out to grab Yana's palm. The girl's skin was cold, and she shrank back like a frightened, with great strength.

Zhou Qingfeng was even stronger. The moment the two men touched their skin, he received a prompt from ‘god’.

"You deprived Yana of her talent and ability of 'combat intuition', which is a sense of thinking that comes from the combat races that have been deposited in history and culture, and are exchanged for countless sacrifices. It allows you to make fewer mistakes when facing enemies."

"You have obtained the right to transport 20,000 tons of wasteland low-value materials."

"The amount of low-value materials you transfer from reality to wasteland every day to 1,500 tons, can accumulate."

The moment the two shook hands, Zhou Qingfeng felt a lot of visual and auditory disordered information poured into his head. All of this information was experienced from Yana's perspective, and without exception, it was extremely bloody scenes. No wonder this girl went crazy.

The wasteland world is simply not suitable for a female student who only knows how to dance ballet.

When all the information that was hard to penetrate into my mind ended, Zhou Qingfeng suddenly realized that she was unable to lean against the bed, and her whole body was covered in sweat. Yana was still sitting on the hospital bed, and the palms of the two were still holding each other. Her palms had become warm, but Zhou Qingfeng's hands became cold and wet, all covered in sweat.

"Who are you? Are you sick?" Yana on the hospital bed seemed to have a dream, but she woke up but could no longer remember the plot in the dream. She felt strange about her sudden staying in a room with white walls, and even more strange was the man holding her hand in front of her.

Yana doesn't remember knowing such a man, but from the bottom of her heart she feels that this man is a little familiar.

"Forget all this." Zhou Qingfeng recovered his strength and stood up again. He whispered to Yana and turned around and left immediately. When he opened the iron door of the room, the guardian was listening to the corner of the wall. There was a bald Russian middle-aged man next to him.

As soon as the two sides met, the caregiver said immediately: "Because you two stayed quietly in the room for five hours, I think you might be Yana's friend, so I invited Yana's father."

The caregiver reached out and pointed to the Russian middle-aged man next to him. The bald middle-aged man in his forties and fifties also looked at Zhou Qingfeng blankly. The two men looked at each other for a long time, but Zhou Qingfeng didn't know what to say. He took out a check book from his pocket, wrote a number, signed it, and tore it to the bald middle-aged man.

The bald middle-aged man was even more inexplicable in response to Zhou Qingfeng's strange behavior. He saw Zhou Qingfeng leave quickly and waved his hand several times, but he didn't know what to ask?

The caregiver took a sneak peek at the check and exclaimed: "My God, this man gave him a million dollars?"

The bald middle-aged man was unwilling to read the check because Yana came out of the room barefoot and shouted: "Dad, why are you here too? Who is that person just now?"

"You don't know who he is?" The bald middle-aged man couldn't figure out the situation.

Seeing Zhou Qingfeng's back disappearing, Yana suddenly hugged her father again and cried, "Dad, I suddenly felt very happy. It seems that I haven't hugged you for a long time."
Chapter completed!