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Chapter 278 Choice

"Everyone, as you wish..."

"Jealousy" was sitting on the train seat, surrounded by ferocious zombies with muscles all over his body, like hungry ghosts from hell. He looked at his hands and spat, shouted, begged, cried, and whispered at the human beings.

Ming, turning a deaf ear to all the various sounds of life, I just looked at my own hands, which were extremely clean and fair, more like the hands of a piano master than an embalmer.

"Jealousy" has spent most of his life rough due to various unsatisfactory conditions, poverty and suffering from internal and external diseases, acne and moss, but only these hands can be called exquisite, because they are what he uses.

The job of an embalmer requires a lot of detail and delicateness, including eating, so these hands may be the only thing he can be praised for.

clean!

At this point, "Jealousy" still thinks that his hands are clean enough, much cleaner than most people's hands in the world, even though his hands have been stained with human blood a few hours ago.

At the beginning, there was the beautiful college girl (Cui Shirley) who was devoured by zombies in the train toilet, to the middle-aged obese nun who kept talking and praying all the way and even confused people's hearts, and then to the one who ran to death and was run over by the train without any trace of her body.

Many tramps (lazy) who were suppressed, as well as college students (baseball players) who were full of vitality, died in his hands, either directly or indirectly.

However, my hands are still so clean!

However, perhaps it is because of their clean hands that these people would abandon the qualities of city people they usually talk about and curse themselves over and over again.

"Jealousy" slowly raised his head, and his plain face slowly became vivid as his expression changed. Finally, his smile gradually became abnormal, until he went crazy, and then laughed out loud.

Why? Why do these people face the zombies who have no thoughts and cannot think, and flee all the way without their armor? In order to survive, they no longer hide the dark side hidden in their hearts; but when facing humans of their own level who suppress the zombies,

At that time, he dared to yell out loud and righteous words, and he wanted to accept the sanction of the law with great righteousness?

Oh, yes, maybe it’s because in their eyes, I am still a human being, a similar person who is consistent with their position, class, and level, and cannot show the appearance of fully controlling their lives!

Therefore, they are not afraid of themselves. Facing themselves, they naturally cannot be afraid.

"Jealousy" stood up from his seat, stretched out his hand to pull away the zombies in front of him, and looked at the humans on both sides of the carriage who looked different, but had exactly the same thoughts at the moment. They wanted to die so that they could not open the train.

The door between the carriages allows them to have direct contact with zombies, but they don't want to simply let themselves die, because once they die, they have no way of knowing how to avoid being attacked by the zombies.

So they can only yell at the top of their lungs, wave their stupid and ridiculous hands to yell, threaten themselves, and sometimes try to induce themselves to tell the reasons why they are not attacked by zombies. They continue to intimidate and induce, but they never find that as long as they pick up the hanging

Inserting the key into the lock cylinder of the train compartment door and twisting it slightly is enough to make them become one of these disgusting zombies.

There are three carriages, with zombies in the middle. The only thing that can protect humans is the ridiculous and fragile glass door, but humans are there unknowingly threatening the "god" who holds the key to the glass door.

So, everyone, make your choice.

"Everyone!"

"Jealousy" said loudly, looking around. Through the shadowy zombies, he was very satisfied to see the ugly people behind the glass door. Because of his two words, he was quiet. He stroked the collar of his coat.

The sound was conveyed to the ears of the humans behind the glass door through the unconscious roars of the zombies.

"Everyone, please make a choice now. When the number of voters in any compartment is more than half of the total number of people, I will..." A big smile appeared at the corners of Jealousy's mouth, from the corners of his eyes, the wings of his nose, between his teeth, and from the corners of his face.

Every expression on his face exudes his strong malice, "I will open the glass door opposite and let out my children who are waiting for food to have a feast. In other words, what you hold in your hands is the other person's life. In the end, is it?

Whether you show fearless humanity or choose your own personal survival, it is up to you to choose."

The three noisy carriages fell silent because of the words "jealousy". Amidst the roars of the zombies, the survivors' eyes became complicated. Through the ferocious faces of the zombies fluttering on the glass door, they looked at the zombie.

"Jealousy", who was laughing endlessly among the zombies, finally realized that he was no longer a similar person who could be threatened and seduced by him and others with "righteousness", "interest", "law" and "order", but a demon in human skin.

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"Jealousy" stood among the zombies, his hands tilted upward as if hugging something. He took a deep breath. For the first time in decades, he felt the meaning of his life, holding the lives of others in his hands!

"The voting time is ten minutes. If there is no result after ten minutes, I hope that when you are walking on the road to hell, you can still trust each other and support each other as you do now, and then die together!"

They will definitely choose to let the people in the opposite carriage die and let themselves survive. What about you two?

"Jealousy" squinted at the temporary leaders of the two groups of survivors. One was a strong and powerful leader (Rage, Shang Hua), leading the survivors on one side through the eighteenth carriage.

The zombies are coming; on the other side is his old classmate and old love rival Jin Shiyu (Arrogant, Jang Dong Gun). Relying on his delicateness and caution, he leads the survivors on the other side to hide everywhere and survive to this day.

But the very dramatic thing is that Shang Hua's pregnant and pot-bellied wife is on Jin Shiyu's side, while Jin Shiyu's daughter, who is still young and has not yet fully experienced this society, is on Shang Hua's side.

Either you die, or the person you love most in your life dies, body and soul, have you two chosen which one to die?

"Xiba, I don't want to die!"

"Axi! I can't die..."

"Let's vote. Five minutes have passed. We can't all die. Let's vote!"

"..."

The quarrels in the two carriages gradually started to overwhelm the screams and roars of the zombies in the middle carriage. But if you listen carefully, the contents are almost the same. I think so, except for Jin Shiyu and Shang Hua, who each have their own beloved in the other's car.

Who among the rest of the survivor team would choose to die at the mouth of a zombie for a group of strangers?

Watching the second hand on the watch moving step by step, "Jealousy" himself walked slowly to the center of the middle car, then stepped on a seat, looking down at the quarreling people on both sides, raising his head

Lift your right hand and slowly press down with one finger to count down.

"Five, four, three, two..."


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