The clanking tram was swaying on the streets of Moscow, carrying Zhou Qingfeng forward slowly. The carriage was empty and quiet, but the interior was a bit old. And looking out the window, every building had a bit of history.
Sounds good or old.
Before arriving at his destination, Zhou Qingfeng was recalling the 'Winter Frost' he saw on the wasteland battlefield. When he made an emergency landing and rushed to the side of the powered armor, the armor itself was almost torn apart by Marco Shi.
Without the cover of armor, what was hidden inside was a pale-faced girl. Her chest collapsed and she was severely injured by Marco Shi's heavy punch. However, when she saw Zhou Qingfeng, the girl with her mouth full of blood smiled and said hello.
Said: "Hello, Victor Hugo, nice to meet you."
Zhou Qingfeng knew with just one look that, even with the help of the medical needle, this girl would at best have a comeback. He half-crouched down and asked in a deep voice: "Who are you?"
"My name is Yana, and I actually have no amnesia. I just don't want to tell others this, and I don't want to fight anymore. Kill me and let me free myself," said 'Dongshuang'.
But Zhou Qingfeng didn't mean to talk about feelings. He asked: "Did you watch a movie called 'Wasteland'?"
Dongshuang's eyes widened, and after being stunned for a long time, he shook his head, "I don't remember. I seem to be reincarnating in nightmares, over and over again with no end. There seems to be such a movie, but I'm not sure
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"Do you still remember who the protagonist is in the movie you watched?" Zhou Qingfeng asked again.
'Dongshuang' opened her mouth but didn't say anything. She still shook her head, but suddenly said: "He seems to be a biochemist. He seems to have created some kind of virus."
‘Dongshuang’’s face moved to Marco Shi who was standing aside, and he added blankly, “He created mutants.”
Fuck!
How many chosen ones did ‘GOD’ throw into the wasteland? Zhou Qingfeng, David Lawrence, ‘Dong Shuang’ in front of us, and now another virus player has appeared.
Zhou Qingfeng asked 'GOD' repeatedly, but couldn't figure out the reason. He finally asked 'Dong Shuang' if she still remembered where she lived before? Then he gave her a large dose of morphine to make her death easier.
Zhou Qingfeng considered it entirely from a utilitarian point of view. Dongshuang had made a mess in the wasteland and had no power for him to inherit. Moreover, she herself did not want to continue living in the wasteland. So she could only choose to go to the real world to find her.
Ontology, let’s see what the random rewards are?
The tram continued to sway forward, and Zhou Qingfeng had already gotten off the train. He stepped in front of an ordinary residential area in the outer suburbs of Moscow. According to the address given by Dong Shuang, this was her home.
The residential area is very old, and it is still a model house from the Khrushchev era decades ago. The appearance is the same, and the corridors are dark and messy. When Zhou Qingfeng walked to a door and knocked for a long time, the neighbor next door came out to take a look.
After a while, he asked: "Hey..., who are you looking for?"
"I'm looking for Yana, I'm her friend."
"Hehehe..., you are lying. Yana has no friends."
The neighbor's face was as ugly as the dilapidated building, but Zhou Qingfeng exchanged a hundred dollar bill 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 find an unknown mental hospital, and what he finally found was a pale girl who lived in a simple single room and was tied to a hospital bed with restraints. Her eyes didn't move, and she stared blankly at the ceiling.
"Even though she is so quiet now, she is actually very violent. This child is very strong and it takes four or five people to control her. She always tells people that she is fighting and that she has killed many people.
Poor child, she used to be a student at the Moscow State Dance Academy and was very good at ballet. Suddenly one day she went crazy and became unreasonable. Multiple treatments had no results, and her condition became worse and worse. Her parents
I am completely disappointed with her, so I can only send her here."
A nursing aunt from the mental hospital led Zhou Qingfeng into the ward and raised her chin to indicate that the girl on the bed was the one Zhou Qingfeng was looking for.
"Can you loosen her restraints? I want to be alone with her for a while." Zhou Qingfeng asked.
"This is not in compliance with the regulations." The nurse blew out a smoke ring and shook her head without hesitation. Zhou Qingfeng opened his wallet again and exchanged banknotes for the opportunity to be alone with the girl.
The iron door of the single room slammed shut, and the caretaker still shouted outside: "Young man, you'd better be restrained in there, some things are not allowed."
Zhou Qingfeng smiled bitterly, pulled a broken chair and sat in front of the hospital bed. Yana on the bed had already sat up, looking at Zhou Qingfeng with doubtful eyes, and after a while he said: "I seem to have dreamed about you in my dream?
In the dream, you are a big villain."
"Your dreams are all true. I am indeed a villain." Zhou Qingfeng smiled and nodded, reaching out to grab Yana's palm. The girl's skin was cold, and she shrank back as if frightened, with great strength.
Zhou Qingfeng's power was even greater, and the moment their skin touched, he received a prompt from 'GOD'.
"You have deprived Yana of her innate ability of 'combat intuition', which is the sensitivity of thinking that comes from the history and culture of the fighting race and has been acquired through countless sacrifices. It allows you to make fewer mistakes when facing the enemy."
"You have obtained the permission to transfer 20,000 tons of low-value materials from the wasteland."
"The number of low-value materials you transfer from reality to the wasteland every day increases to 1,500 tons, which can be accumulated."
The moment the two shook hands, Zhou Qingfeng felt that a large amount of visual and auditory disordered information was poured into his head. All of this information was experienced from Yana's perspective, and without exception they were extremely bloody scenes.
No wonder this girl is going crazy.
The world of wasteland is not suitable for a female student who can only dance ballet.
When all the information forced into his mind ended, Zhou Qingfeng suddenly found that he was unable to lean on the bed and was covered in sweat. Yana was still sitting on the hospital bed, their palms still holding each other, and her palms had become warm.
On the contrary, Zhou Qingfeng's hands became cold and wet, covered with sweat.
"Who are you? Are you sick?" Yana seemed to have had a dream in the hospital bed. When she woke up from the dream, she could not remember the plot of the dream. She was surprised that she was suddenly in a room with white walls.
There was something strange in the room, and even stranger was the man holding her hand in front of her.
Yana didn't remember knowing such a man, but she felt that this man was vaguely familiar from the bottom of her heart.
"Forget all this." Zhou Qingfeng regained some strength and stood up again. He whispered to Yana and immediately turned and left. When he opened the iron door of the room, he saw the caretaker aunt was listening in the corner. There was a bald man next to the aunt.
Russian middle age.
As soon as the two parties met, the nurse immediately said: "Since you two stayed quietly in the room for five hours, I thought you might really be Yana's friend, so I invited Yana's father.
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The nurse aunt pointed at the middle-aged Russian beside her. The bald middle-aged man in his forties or fifty also looked at Zhou Qingfeng blankly. The two men looked at each other for a long time, and Zhou Qingfeng didn't know what to say. He took something out of his pocket.
A checkbook, with a number written on it, signed and torn up and gave it to the balding middle-aged man.
The balding middle-aged man was even more puzzled by Zhou Qingfeng's strange behavior. Seeing Zhou Qingfeng leave quickly, he waved and shouted several times, but didn't know what to ask?
On the other hand, the nurse aunt took a peek at the check and immediately exclaimed: "Oh my God, this man just gave me a million dollars?"
The balding middle-aged man had no intention of reading the check, because Yana walked out of the room barefoot and called him: "Dad, why are you here? And who was that person just now?"
"You don't know who he is?" The balding middle-aged man was even more confused about the situation.
Seeing Zhou Qingfeng's fleeing figure disappear, Yana suddenly hugged her father again, sobbing: "Dad, I suddenly feel very happy in my heart. It seems that I haven't hugged you for a long, long time."
Zhou Qingfeng, on the other hand, leaned against the corner of the wall where no one was paying attention after leaving. The words from 'GOD' echoed in his head - work hard, young man! You are already the furthest one among all the chosen ones, but if you