Volume Two The First Floor. Doomsday Chapter 46. The Illusion of Safety
The cry passed through the gap in the bus window and spread out of the bus. The zombies wandering on the roadside received the response. They involuntarily raised their feet and moved their bodies to chase the bus that was driving in the distance.
"Don't you care?"
Zhao Qingsong took out his ears that were hurting from the noise and said to Meng Ling who was sitting in the passenger seat with his eyes closed and concentrating. Zhao Qingsong was amazed that this woman could sit calmly in such a noisy environment. Sit back and wait for Meng Ling to explode.
Others may not know it, but he knows the true nature of this woman very clearly.
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Meng Ling, whose eyes were still closed, suddenly opened her eyes. She calmly left her seat and walked to the back of the carriage. Looking at the group of children who were still crying, she yelled: "Be quiet." !”
Everyone was startled. A group of people looked at Meng Ling who was standing in front of them. Some were so frightened that they even began to burp uncontrollably, but when faced with Meng Ling's fascinating gaze, I had to hold it in forcibly.
"Children, I know it's sad to lose your parents, but crying can't solve anything, and it can't save your parents. Now that we have left our parents, we should be stronger, right? You are already mature little adults. Come on, be strong!"
Ouch?!
Zhao Qingsong, who was in the driver's seat, raised his eyebrows and looked at Meng Ling, who was standing with his back to him through the rearview mirror in the car, with surprise in his eyes.
These words are not at all like what that woman Meng Ling would say.
Miraculously, just because of Meng Ling's words, everyone stopped crying, wiped their tears, slowly restrained their continuous hiccups, calmed down their mood, and sat down obediently. On the seat.
The carriage became quiet again.
I don't know if they don't want to cry anymore, or if they don't dare to cry anymore.
Meng Ling looked at the performance of these children with satisfaction. Her eyes moved to Tang Ling and Zhang Chunying, and she narrowed her eyes meaningfully.
She knew exactly where the sudden burst of crying from these silent children came from.
Meng Ling turned back to her seat and sat down. Staring at Zhao Qingsong's magical eyes, she shouted in a deep voice: "Drive faster!"
Tang Ling, who had goosebumps aroused by Meng Ling's look before leaving, felt an inexplicable chill running down her spine.
She rubbed the hairs on her arms. In the scorching heat of July, she only felt a chill at this moment.
Physiological tears were frightened and started to appear again. Tang Ling sniffed and tried her best to hold back the soreness in her nose. Zhang Chunying on the side looked at her and felt a little strange.
"What's wrong with you?" Zhang Chunying grabbed Tang Ling's hand and asked.
"it's okay no problem."
Tang Ling shook her head and smiled friendly towards her. Seeing that nothing happened to Tang Ling, Zhang Chunying tentatively shrank into her arms, asking for the heat source from her body to comfort her restless heart.
Faced with Zhang Chunying, whom she just met today, who showed such unabashed dependence on her so quickly, Tang Ling couldn't help but patted the other person's back to comfort her. She felt that the breathing of the other person buried in her arms gradually stabilized and became regular, after struggling for so long. Tang Ling finally relaxed and began to feel sleepy. A wave of sleepiness came over her. Tang Ling yawned and slowly closed her eyes.
The children in the car fell asleep one after another, the incense smoke lit at the front of the car was misty, and the weak fire burned slowly.
The speed of the bus continued to increase, even exceeding the speed of a normal bus. It ran rampant on the city roads, running over bodies lying one after another. Blood spattered everywhere, and the wipers washed away indifferently.
The dirt that keeps splattering on the windshield covers all traces.
The children, who were wandering in a beautiful dreamland, could not hear the distant screams and wails echoing outside the car.
"...No, wuwuwu, I'm afraid!"
In Tang Ling's hazy consciousness, faint pleadings continued to increase in volume, until the shrill screams and monster howls completely brought Tang Ling back to her consciousness.
The fierce wind surged unbridled in the carriage. Tang Ling opened her eyes and saw Meng Ling standing in front of the carriage door, holding a little boy who couldn't stop crying, coldly and ruthlessly.
Pushed him out of the moving car.
Before even a single reaction, the child was swallowed up by the night. Tang Ling hurriedly lay down on the car window next to her and looked. After the little boy rolled on the ground several times, he stopped moving. He curled up on the ground in pain.
"No! Don't! I'm scared! Woohoo!"
Without giving anyone a chance to react, Meng Ling walked straight to the next child, letting her cry and fuss, then decisively reached out and grabbed her shoulders, lifted her up easily, and dragged her to the car door.
The children's shrill screams hit Tang Ling's eardrums, stimulating the rising fear in her heart. Tang Ling huddled in her seat, and then she realized that the carriage that was previously full of children was mostly empty.
The illusion of security that I thought was torn apart at this moment, once again revealing the horror of the apocalypse wrapped under the shell of hypocrisy.
"Ooooooo, no! Tang Ling, no! I'm scared!"
Tang Ling, who was still observing the surroundings of the carriage, was suddenly grabbed by Zhang Chunying's arm. Only then did she see Meng Ling standing in front of Zhang Chunying, about to take her away.
"No! I'm afraid! Tang Ling!"
Zhang Chunying grabbed Tang Ling's arm tightly with both hands, and the increasing force deformed the flesh of Tang Ling's arm. Tang Ling felt pain and frowned, but she still stretched out her other hand to help Zhang Chunying escape.
Meng Ling's bondage.
"Let go."
Meng Ling looked at Zhang Chunying crying and making a fuss with cold eyes. There was no trace of pity or pity in her eyes. Seeing that Zhang Chunying kept holding on to Tang Ling's hand for a long time, Meng Ling gradually lost her temper and she directly reached out to her.
Zhang Chunying pinched the flesh on her hand hard, and her fair and tender skin instantly turned red.
"ah!"
Zhang Chunying was exhausted from the pain. Before she could cry out, Meng Ling forcefully dragged her away from the seat. Her feet could not stand on the ground and her legs were dragged. Zhang Chunying burst into tears. She was desperate.
He looked at Tang Ling and howled miserably.
"Tang Ling! Tang Ling! I'm scared! Wuwuwu! Ahhh!"
The voice gradually weakened, and finally disappeared into the strong wind. Tang Ling sat blankly on the chair, watching the friend she had just met disappear from her sight, and the red marks on her arms were still faint.
Pain.
There was a shadow in front of her eyes. Tang Ling raised her head blankly, obviously not reacting yet. Meng Ling looked at her sluggish look, raised the corners of her mouth, and said softly: "You are the only one left."
