When the last broken cement board was lifted open by two mercenaries, the scene of being pressed under the cement board appeared in front of everyone. ↗,
The tall mercenary standing in front lowered his head and glanced inside, patted Hao Ren on the shoulder and sighed softly: "This is a hell of a time, isn't it."
A blond girl in miserable condition was pressed under the concrete rubble. She had been dead for an unknown period of time. There was a terrifying penetrating wound on her chest and abdomen. You could almost see the ground on the other side through the wound, and around the wound you could see
Seeing the rolled up flesh and blood, there were things like electronic pipelines mixed in between the flesh and blood. If you look closely, you can see that these lines and hoses are growing together with the flesh and blood. The girl was lying on her back under the ruins, her empty eyes wide open.
It seemed that she was still looking up at the sky for the last time before she died. The blood on her long hair had not dried yet, and her hair was wet and stuck to her face, which only added to the desolation.
Hao Ren: "..."
He felt that the navigation signal from the data terminal was coming from the corpse, clear and accurate.
"Terminal, do you know what you have become?"
"How can this machine know?" the voice of the data terminal was quite energetic. "Damn it, all the services have been restarted, but they just can't connect to the sensor device. How did you get in this time? Why is it different from the previous transmission?
Woolen cloth!"
Hao Ren: "...I guess this is related to the fact that your current sensory mode has changed. You are now... turned into a corpse."
The exclamation from the data terminal resounded in my mind: "What are you talking about?!"
Hao Ren didn't know how to explain this. He could only shake his head in pain and sigh, bending down to take the corpse out of the hole. He didn't know whether it was a human or a cyborg. While he was busy, he talked to the servant next to him.
The soldiers beckoned: "Who, come and lend a hand. Help lift these steel bars..."
"You..." Nolan looked at this scene with a gloomy expression, and the fingers holding the rifle were slightly pale from exertion. Then she shook her head expressionlessly, "I understand. Ulanov, Karl, you guys go up and help.
.Besides...you have my condolences and will accept the change."
Hao Ren didn't hear the last words of the other party because he had to focus on carefully removing the body below without causing more damage. After several people worked together, the "corpse" of the blond girl was finally removed.
Coming out, Hao Ren took off his shirt and simply wrapped the horrific wound on the other party's chest and abdomen, then carried her on his back, raised his head and smiled at Nolan: "Let's go. I don't know the way."
Hao Ren's face was still stained with blood, and this smile looked particularly weird, at least in Nolan's eyes. She had seen many kinds of hysterical expressions on the battlefield. Human beings who had lost their loved ones were either angry or crazy.
Or despair, but there has never been anyone with an expression like the guy in front of her. His face was covered in blood, but he smiled as calmly as an ordinary person. She felt that there was madness hidden in this smile.
But in fact, Hao Ren really just wanted to laugh...
The mercenary wearing a fully enclosed helmet next to him couldn't help but speak. His name was Ulanov: "You want to take her away?"
"Yes," Hao Ren nodded matter-of-factly, "It took a lot of effort to find this guy."
"I understand how you feel. But let's find a place to bury her," Nolan said calmly, "She is already dead. Can't you see it?"
Hao Ren was startled for a moment, and then he realized that there was a big misunderstanding. But he couldn't explain the situation at all, so he could only smile dryly: "What...I have to take this guy with me for special reasons. And to be honest, it's not dead yet."
Well. Do you believe that I am chatting with it right now?"
It was better not to say this. As soon as he said it, the eyes of the people around him became more complicated. Several mercenaries who were used to seeing life and death couldn't help but look away. Everyone had one thought in their mind: This man must be in pain.
The lost lover has gone crazy...
Ulanov was wearing a helmet and could not see his expression, but he patted Hao Ren on the shoulder and said in a low voice: "You have to accept reality, otherwise you won't be able to hold on for long."
Hao Ren thought for a long time, but he couldn't come up with a good reason to explain his motives. In the end, he could only express his determination with a sullen face: "No matter what you say, I have to take it away. Don't worry, I will be responsible for carrying it."
Guy, I will never hold you back."
The mercenaries looked at them with sympathetic and sad eyes. Hao Ren felt that his scalp was numb and there was already a bowl of wontons in his brain. He could only curse the culprit in his heart: "It's your fault! I was suddenly caught.
I was thrown into the role of a tragic male protagonist, and the one I matched with was you, a brick!"
The data terminal couldn't see the surrounding scene, but it could know the current situation from Hao Ren's mental connection. The guy's voice was still weak: "You want to be more open-minded, maybe this is not the worst?"
"Then what could be worse?"
"Perhaps you were also regarded as a necrophiliac by the way..."
Hao Ren was so distraught that he wanted to throw the thing on his back just like throwing bricks, but he was afraid that such an impulse would lead to a bigger misunderstanding, so he could only grit his teeth and say in his mind: "
From now on, you can be mean-mouthed, but every word you say that is mean-spirited will have to be settled when you return to the surface world!"
The data terminal finally became quiet, but the silence in his mind only made Hao Ren feel comfortable for less than half a second, because the circle of mercenaries standing around him didn't know why this man had to carry a female corpse on his back:
According to normal logic, there is almost nothing else to think about behind this except a love tragedy of 200,000 words.
Oh, of course it can also be interpreted as necrophilia...
The unusually tall mercenary (named Karl) had a somewhat dissatisfied look on his face. Apparently he didn't think it was a wise decision to let Hao Ren take such a burden on the road, but Nolan waved his hand to the soldiers: "Forget it.
, let him take it."
Karl frowned: "If you meet a rogue or a ranger..."
Nolan glanced at Hao Ren, turned and walked away: "The pickup truck is coming soon, just don't fight until then. The two newcomers who joined the team yesterday, go check to see if there is anything worth recycling. The others are following me.
,ready to go."
The mercenaries agreed one after another, and the two young men ran to the soldiers who died in the battle and took back a few pieces of intact equipment. The equipment displayed user error prompts, but Ulanov
After taking it, he played with it a few times: "Go back and ask the professor to reset it and then you can use it. It's a natural thing, so it's not difficult."
It seems that even though these weapons have identification functions, they still cannot prevent outsiders from stealing them: mercenaries who wander around the battlefield all day long are good at this.
Hao Ren carried the data terminal that turned into a girl's corpse (don't you think this is strange) and followed the mercenaries on his journey through the war-torn city. His main purpose now is to understand the planet.
The current situation and whether there were any signs of the activities of the eldest son or other guardians here, so I listened intently to the conversations of the mercenaries on the road, trying to piece together some worldview from the other party's words, and at the same time, I also prevented myself from rashly speaking out and exposing more suspicion.
The place.
But the way he listened intently and silently could be interpreted as a lot of messy content to others, especially when he was carrying a tragically dead blond girl on his back. It was really tear-jerking even with his bare back.
Lanoff deliberately walked next to Hao Ren. This mercenary who had not shown his true face until now seemed to be the most enthusiastic one among the seven-man army. He seemingly casually started the topic: "You two are
How did we meet?"
Hao Ren was discussing with the data terminal in his mind why the latter turned into a corpse. After hearing Ulanov's words, he subconsciously replied: "I got it at work."
Ulanov's whole body froze, and then he sighed unnaturally: "You are indeed from the area ruled by ultra-conservative natural people... I didn't expect that the persecution of the second generation of evolutionaries there has become so serious.
."
Then he glanced at the girl's body on Hao Ren's back: "But you can actually go this far for her... It seems that there are no absolutes in this world."
Hao Ren couldn't imagine how much stuff the person in front of him had filled up in his head, but he didn't know how to explain the current situation reasonably, so he simply let the other person continue to misunderstand and put him down, and he was able to explain it easily.
Hao Ren's silence caused Ulanov to have more misunderstandings. The mercenary with a deep voice smiled hoarsely: "It's not easy for anyone in this world, isn't it? It seems that you can't stay in your hometown anymore.
You decided to escape only after you were killed... Unfortunately, the Zone is more dangerous than you think. Although life is difficult in a city with extreme factions, you can still survive as long as you obey the orders. But here, unexpectedly..."
From the corner of his eye, Ulanov saw a strand of blood-stained blond hair resting on Hao Ren's shoulder. He immediately stopped talking: "Sorry, I said unnecessary words."
Hao Ren: "..."
For the first time in his life, he was involved in a real scandal.