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I told Dr. Nord that I wanted to see Greia again before leaving. Please remember our website (:) Dr. Nord is like counting banknotes, and his fingers flexibly turn the report, and after a while, he turns his eyes. His face was pale, but his face was very calm, his eyes interlaced with tiredness and excitement, and other emotions that he could not express.

"I don't recommend you to do this." He said, "You don't want to see what she is like now. What's more, how about seeing you? Unlock her? Forget it, even now God is in front of her, It ’s just an ugly piece of meat. We wo n’t take her away, she ’s in her fifth cycle. ”

When the Sayya virus enters the fifth cycle, it will completely lose the means of communication with normal humans, and the signals generated by all senses will build a crazy world in the brain. I can understand this kind of explanatory explanation, but in any case I can't imagine what the world the patient is like. My memory is still at the time when Greia communicated with herself by writing, maybe that is the relatively best memory, Dr. Nord thought so.

However, I still want to see Greia, even if she has already felt the martial arts, the Holy King, the Holy King, the Holy King, and the Night Seal, the God Throne Throne Devil Ao Nine Heavens Strongest Abandon Shaozhou Zhou Royal Martial Universe Qiankun Night Kill God God Seal Throne Qiu De Aoshi Nine Heavens Strongest Abandon Young Da Zhou Imperial Clan Gods Kill Night God God Throne Seek Devil Ao Nine Heavens Throne Forsake the young Zhou Dao into this normal world where I am, even if her miserable appearance will burn my heart. But before the final division arrives, I hope to be able to imprint this painful woman in the memory, because she is still the one I met but ca n’t save. If this pain can spur me forward, if it bears this wound Pain can comfort me, so be it.

When I realized this idea, I deeply understood how small and despicable I am. Perhaps, that is the case, in order to look forward to those great and noble, and then want to become a hero.

However, I can't be a hero, yes, because of my small and despicable me, I can't understand how "heroes" exist-omnipotence? The more extreme? Save others? Beat yourself? No, I think it's not just that, and the "heroic traits" summarized from experience and experience in all the books and knowledge that I have read are too narrow.

Hero is a dream.

Hero, reach out of reach.

A hero is like a mirage suspended in the clouds.

Perhaps this is the distance of longing and understanding, too far away.

Nonetheless, any hero must bear something that mortals cannot carry.

If you shoulder extraordinary suffering and pain, can you be closer to the hero?

Probably, all the choices I have made so far, every promise made, any actions performed, those killed, those rescued are based on this idea.

It's really small and mean.

"I want to see her." I said firmly to Dr. Nord.

Dr. Nord dropped his head, took off his glasses and wiped with the corner of his clothes. Locke said to the side, "I'm going out first." He took a thick file bag and went out. When he was almost at the door, he turned his head and said to me, "Good luck."

Immediately afterwards, Dr. Nord also picked up several stacks of file bags and walked to the door. I hurriedly kept up. Although he didn't answer officially, it seemed that he allowed me to meet Greia. As soon as we walked out of the door, someone came to handle the tent, and Dr. Nord told them that everything inside could be thrown away.

The other tents outside have been torn down, leaving only some boxes, tables and chairs. The people in this warehouse have almost evacuated. Dr. Nord seems to be the last doctor to leave. Only a few are left here. A nurse and heavily armed militia, and a large number of patients. With the assistance of the militia, the nurse stopped in front of the moaning patients and grabbed their wrists for injections. These patients struggled for a while and quieted down one by one as if they had fallen asleep. A lot of patients were lying straight on the humble hospital bed, the sound of groaning and frantic roaring weakened, and a chilling and sad death continued to spread in the air.

I subconsciously knew what happened, but I didn't want to think about it. There was a blank in my head, and the air became hard, making it hard to breathe. These patients are Greia's role models. Such thoughts float and burst like bubbles in my mind. Has she fallen asleep like this? Dr. Nord's footsteps accelerated, and he led me over some crazy patients. When we passed them, the patients fixed by belts and ropes suddenly screamed, seeming to pull the shackles and continue to bully The body hit the bed board heavily, making a loud noise, and even the wooden board creaked, as if it would break at any time, and their heavy breathing seemed like an air box.

But my mood is a little relaxed, which means that the patients in this film have not been "treated" by Ranwen.com. I know that Grea is here.

Dr. Nord took me around a corner where containers were stacked, and came into a small enclosed space, where there were five patients, three of which were the same as we saw before, and began to struggle after we entered, the other two This one is relatively quiet, a boy, a woman, the woman is Greia. In addition, there was a doctor wearing a mask. He sat next to the boy, without looking at us at all. Under the dim light, half of his face was hidden in the shadow. The figure was full of sadness, sadness and pain. He just put his hands on his knees, leaned forward, and watched the boy silently.

I think he is a boy.

We involuntarily lightened our pace, and Dr. Nord walked to the doctor and said to him, "You should go, Jack."

The doctor didn't reply from Ranwen.com. He stretched out his hand and seemed to want to hold the boy's hand, but he retracted it like a bite from a snake. After trying it several times, he stood up suddenly and seemed to shout, but There was no sound from the open mouth, only the thick breath of "Ho Ho".

"This is my son. My son," he said with a cry, crying quietly.

After being quiet for a while, Dr. Nord said again: "You should go, Jack." The sound tablet was pale and mechanical.

"I know, I know ..." The doctor covered his eyes, his whole body was shaking, his hands were like candles in the wind, and the trembling took out a syringe from his pocket, hesitated, and turned back towards the innermost mad Patient walked. He started injecting patients with unknown fluids like the nurses outside. Dr. Nord looked at me without a word, and walked towards the doctor.

I squatted down next to Greia, my heart full of hesitation, but I still reached out to touch her face. Greia's originally peaceful sleeping face suddenly became cruel when my hand almost touched her. The open eyes were full of blood. The eyeballs seemed to pop out of their eyes. They seemed to see something terrible. , Zhang Zhang almost broke my finger. She screamed hysterically, even though she was strapped, she seemed to jump. I was completely horrified by her appearance. I held her hand hard and wrote on her palm as I saw her for the first time, but soon gave up, she could not recognize me at all, and her expression was Like touching something dirty and abominable, my heart seemed to be filled with haze, dark and thick matter, and my breathing stopped completely.

For a while, I didn't seem to hear any sound, only the heart was as painful as a tear.

When I woke up, I only heard the name "Greia". My eyes are full of hot liquid and I almost turn around and walk away.

"She has already entered the advanced stage, she is very sensitive, but just approaching her will drive her crazy." There was a voice beside him, it should be the doctor named Jack, listening to the voice, he has become calm, like breaking After the jar, there is no idea to save.

I turned my head. He was already injecting fluid into the child's wrist, and Dr. Nord helped him to hold the child's shoulder. The child had a lot of noise before, but I did not notice at all that the child was gradually calming down, eyes closed, and I could no longer breathe.

"Does this make them any better?" I stood up and stepped back a few steps, hoping that my breath would fade away from Greia and make her less painful. I already know why Dr. Jack did not touch his son in the end.

"Maybe." Dr. Jack did not express his expression, calmly replied.

"If you leave them alone, what will happen in the end?"

"I don't know." Dr. Jack said, "I can't estimate the change in the next cycle." His expression began to loosen, but it was all painful. "We don't even know how many cycles there will be."

"This virus distorts the normal signal and sends it back to the brain, so the patient feels the martial arts. The Holy King makes the Holy King and kills the God Seal at night. Throne Devil Ao Nine Heavens Strongest Abandon Shaozhou Zhou Royal Martial Universe Qiankun Night Kill God God Seal Throne Qiu De Aoshi Nine Heavens Strongest Abandon Young Da Zhou Imperial Clan Gods Kill Night God God Throne Seek Devil Ao Nine Heavens Throne To abandon the normal world to which the royal family of Shao Da Zhou arrived is undoubtedly hell, is this the case? "I said.

"This statement is not entirely correct, but if it is described graphically, it is probably the case." Dr. Jack began to pull out the cap of the last syringe, and gently pushed it, and a spray of liquid emerged from the tip of the needle.

"If the world is distorted ... in their eyes, will it be normal?"

Dr. Jack was silent for a long while, squatted down to grab Grea's wrist, and Greia began to hysterical again. Dr. Nord pressed **** her shoulder, and I wanted to grab Grea's hand, but finally retracted it, and I was convinced that I was not as strong as I thought.

"I don't want to know." This is the final answer Dr. Jack gave me.

Greia ’s voice is getting weaker. I want to pray for her, but I do n’t know who to pray to, because I do n’t have any religious beliefs, so I regret it very much at this time, even if I used to be a shallow believer. Or how good should pan-believers be? I made a cross on my chest. I used to understand the standard of movement in books, but I know that I do n’t have any piety in my heart. Just because Grea is a Westerner, maybe she believes in God. I prayed for her. If there was a god, I hope it would punish me and let Grea go to heaven.

Greia was quiet for a while, and the three of me, Dr. Jack and Dr. Nord stood silently, crossing their chests, until the last trace of sound in the warehouse subsided, and it was as quiet as a cemetery. No, this is the cemetery, the worst one.

As the three of us walked out of this small and suffocating space, the outside was empty, and the last back was disappearing from the warehouse door. The chandeliers were all extinguished, black pressed, and only the muffled sound of the soles stepping on the ground was heard. The trapezoidal light that leaked from the door was like a side door to heaven that led the soul away.

We stepped up, walked into the light, and walked to the other side of the light, where a white mist floated, and it became deeper. The cold wind pours into his nose, and it seems that even the internal organs begin to frost. The journey of **** does not end with the burning novel. The living will continue to walk forward.

People assembled near the pier, with the wooden bridge in front. The wooden bridge was once destroyed in battle, and now it has been rebuilt. The man helped the old man, the woman held the child, the children held hands, the militiamen formed a circle outside, and the people who escaped looked quietly at the side of the lake. At the end of the wooden bridge, only a small boat floated up and down.

Dr. Jack and Dr. Nord walked towards the crowd, and there was a way out soon. I did not keep up with Ranwen Fiction Net because Jung were all on the other side, and with them was Sergeant Engels. It was the town representative “Xu” who was responsible for maintaining the order of the refugees.

As I walked towards Jung, I looked back, and now at least half of the militia are still on the line of defense between the quayside and the city. A large number of abandoned vehicles and heavy machinery were dragged back to build a fortification made of steel and cement. Now this fortification has not been completed.

All the actions are the same as those originally calculated. The doctor said that the virus will soon explode the sixth cycle of mutation, and everyone is trembling with fear and waiting for that moment to arrive.

"What about the people in the Black Nest?" I approached and asked.

"Take things away." The answer was Dorothy, with a knife-shaped critical weapon tied around her waist, like a female swordsman, but her face was not good, she rubbed her temples while talking. , Mumble something. Suspiciously, I held out my hand and immediately slammed her away, "Don't touch me"

"... uncomfortable?" I asked.

"It's okay." She looks like she is brave.

Seeing how she refused to be thousands of miles away, she seemed unable to listen to any comfort and persuasion from me. I turned my head to look at other people, Jung knew what I wanted to ask, and said first: "Let the doctor see it, I can't find the problem, it's not a symptom of the infection."

I wanted to say something, but I couldn't say anything. I felt very tired, not only physically, but also mentally. I turned my gaze back to the depths of the lake, shadowed in the mist, maybe it was the shadow of the ship, and Saya Ye, Marceau, and Father Sissen were there, gradually deeper into the artificial Avalon—and soon, other People will survive and take root there.

Regardless of the result, this mission has come to an end. Although it is only a week, it gives the feeling of a long night. I just want to wait quietly, safely, and foolproofly for the nightmare to pass.

"Will there be any problems?" Sergeant Engels was still worried.

"That's Sissen's team." Jung just answered.

Someone tugged at my clothes corner. I turned my head to look around. It turned out to be Zhenjiang. Her expression looked dull, but I already knew her nervous state. The slightly normal personality in her body showed no signs of coming out. I still do n’t understand whether they have a standard for conversion. Zhen Jiang ’s fingers intertwined with my fingers and clasped tightly. She looked up at the sky as if there was something amazing there, but I did n’t see anything.

"Look at the boat coming" someone called.

A shadow emerged from the mist in the lake and became clearer, gradually showing the outline of the hull. When the front outline was about fifty meters away from the pier, people gathered in front of the wooden bridge began to cheer, The complex sound of intertwined suspense and sigh. The hull seemed to be a little smaller than expected, but the shadows in the mist did not disappear, and two ships appeared one after another. This was the real cry of crying.

Sergeant Engels took a deep breath and gathered the collar of the police coat. It is not an illusion that the air is cold. Compared with the previous days, it seems that it has entered the winter in a flash.

Locke glanced at his watch and said softly to Jung: "There are five minutes left."

Jung hadn't spoken yet. Sergeant Engels had become nervous and immediately yelled at the crowd over there: "Hurry up and get on the boat." The man waved his hand: "Hurry up and time is running out" Someone over there nodded and shouted.

The crowd began to riot, but soon the order was restored. The ship docked by the wooden bridge, the boarding board was put down, and people began to board the ship in an orderly and nervous manner under the command.

We only took a few glances and then walked back toward the defense line. "Five minutes" is the estimated time for the virus to enter the next cycle given by the doctors. Hearing the call of Sergeant Engels, the militia stationed also began to fall into a tense atmosphere. I thought there was no one in the medical warehouse, and suddenly a familiar figure came out.

It's a shepherd dog.

What is he doing there?

"Ready?" Jung asked quietly when he caught up.

"Enough to send the entire warehouse to heaven." The shepherd said seriously.

I immediately came over: "You have a bomb inside?"

"Be prepared ~ www.readwn.com ~ Who knows if these guys will come back to life again," said the collie in a familiar tone.

It is also said that the people of the Security Bureau have not seen the walking dead.

"Two minutes left." Locke continued to report the time.

Everyone began to disperse. Me, Zhenjiang and Dorothy climbed on the crane that was part of the fortification. When the boom was raised, it was almost the highest point in the area. From the top, it could be hundreds of meters ahead.

Except for the sound of people boarding behind, the other sounds gradually disappeared, and the air seemed to stop flowing.

About a few breaths, there was a slight sound that broke the quiet world. . ...

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