Chapter 148: Sorrowful Memories

Anyone who knows Wang Daxia knows that this is an honest, honest and kind person. He never lies or lies. His face always has an easy-going smile.

He is a villager in Bali Village, Pukou District, Nanjing. Due to the expansion of compensation and land acquisition outside the city, Wang Dasha has become an absolute millionaire. He has not had much greed for money. As soon as the recruitment in the summer of 2013 began, he took two bottles of "Moutai" to the home of the regional armed minister and voluntarily applied for enlistment.

That year, Wang Daxia was twenty-one years old.

This incident became the most talked about by Bali Village at that time. Some people were amazed by it, some were suspicious of his true purpose of joining the army, and more people thought that he had a problem with his brain. It was from that time that the nickname "Wang Dasha" began to be added to Wang Dasha, becoming his unique synonym.

In China, with a rapid economic development, everything is associated with the word "money". Even in the military camp, Wang Daxia also has to face countless doubts and puzzled eyes. Maybe it was annoyed by questions, or wanted to get rid of the hats of "fools" and "idiots". During a weekend party, Wang Daxia, who had poured two pounds of "Red Star Erguotou", took advantage of the drunkenness to reveal the rage and anger deep in his heart to everyone.

This is the common idea of ​​many Chinese people who were called "angry youth" in the old era. Wang Daxia just used his own understanding and unique behavior to combine ideals and reality in a step-by-step manner. He even made up his mind to stay in the army no matter what method he used until the day when China declared war on Japan.

Although, this hope seemed very slim at that time.

Soon, the wine talk at the party reached the instructor's ears. He called Wang Daxia into his office. After a long and delicate psychological guidance, a roar from Wang Daxia's mouth completely lost the idea of ​​changing his mind.

Gradually, Wang Daxia and his name "fool" spread throughout the garrison. Some people expressed contempt for this, while others thought he was unreasonable. But once he had a cold and fever in the military hospital, he seemed to think that the little nurse with double eyelids who was given the injection always looked at him and smiled.

Like all young people, love is inexplicably coming, and Wang Daxia is also confused. He started to bring a lot of snacks to the young nurse on weekends. The other party was willing to accept his invitation, and went out to go shopping and watch movies when others were not paying attention and it was not considered a violation of the regulations.

From the contact of fingers to the tight hug, it is a long and hopeful process that is worth waiting for. On a dark night when the wind is high and the hands are gone, in a dense forest, with the help of the cover of tall walls, Wang Daxia, like all male beasts in heat, roughly separated the little nurse's hands, savagely wrapped her in her arms, and pressed her on the grass with heavy breaths, eagerly... kissed her.

Although he is controlled by a large number of male hormones, Wang Daxia is actually a very conservative and traditional Chinese man in his bones.

"I don't want Japanese women to be my wife, I want to marry you-" Wang Daxia solemnly swore to the moonless night sky.

Everything has become natural since then. The names of the two people have also completed the transformation from calling their names directly to "husband" and "wife" in private. The only thing they lack is the red certificate representing the legality of marriage...

Disasters come without any warning.

The spreading speed of the r12 virus is far beyond people's imagination. Those small lives that are invisible to the naked eye also have a strong desire to survive. They have no hands and feet and cannot produce food that depends on them like humans. However, they have strong adaptability and include all life, including humans, in an extremely rapid and infectious way, into their own parasitic range.

Time is a forgetting medicine with weak power but can exert sufficient effect. It will fade away the irrelevant details deep in thinking, but cannot erase those unforgettable scenes. It can only allow them to be firmly frozen in the memory space and stay forever like a stubborn stone.

When did the first infection case appear in Nanjing? This is no longer important to Wang Dasha. He even forgot the exact time when the garrison headquarters issued a martial law order across the city. He only remembered that when he accompanied the second batch of reinforcements to the central commercial square of Confucius Temple, the two combat brigades that arrived in advance had been wiped out. The streets were full of collision and overturned vehicles, and the flames ignited by the explosion covered the entire city with an unbearable layer of scorching heat. Between the streets and open spaces filled with garbage and various messy objects, countless dead people were wandering around and wandering with virus-infected people who had been climbed up from the sea of ​​blood.

The battalion commander, whose bullets were completely destroyed, was dragged by the swarm of corpses and tore them to pieces on the spot.

The instructor held a bundle of cluster grenades and rushed into the densest place of zombies with red eyes. After the explosion, more zombies stepped on the flesh and blood everywhere, staggered, and screamed and rushed towards the living like hungry people.

Wang Daxia stood in an armed jeep, holding a heavy machine gun and pouring bullets desperately. Anger and blood made him forget his fear. He changed the links of bullets like crazy. Until the gunfire and explosion around him completely calmed down, he suddenly realized that there was no living person beside him except himself.

The strong desire to survive instantly controlled all his thinking nerves. He jumped into the driver's seat, stepped on the accelerator hard, rushed out of the crowd of corpses, and crushed two sticky wheel marks that were completely covered with flesh and blood.

When he was a child, he had heard his grandfather talk about the bloody history of the Japanese massacre countless times, and he had thought of saving everyone like a hero. However, when death really came and was close to him, he finally felt the long forgotten fear deep in his brain. Especially when he saw those familiar comrades fall down one by one, and with a dull and hungry face, he stood up from the cold ground, Wang Daxia no longer had any thoughts of blood. The only thing that exists... is escape.

He cannot leave alone, he must bring his lover, relatives, and family with him.

She rushed into the military hospital with the m5g43 assault rifle, and the young nurse was still staying in the office as usual. Her face was terrible white, and the nurse's uniform was covered with large pieces of bright red blood. She held a metal strut removed from the infusion rack in her hand, with a sharp tip with a triangular spiral. She passed through the head of a zombie wearing a hospital gown, and nailed it firmly to the middle of the wall facing the door.

Without hugs, no greetings, even the simplest greeting was spared. Wang Daxia grabbed the young nurse's slender arm and ran out without saying a word - at this time, if one more word is said and one more second is delayed, there will be a little hope of survival.

After rushing out of the outpatient building, the young nurse suddenly unexpectedly did not get in the car with him, but dragged him to the direction of the inpatient department. Facing Wang Daxia's repeated questions, she said without looking back: "Don't ask so much, come with me--"

Following the stairs, at the end of the dark and deep corridor, next to a fully steel-structured door, there was a faint green light with the electronic password lock being opened. Just above the top of the virtual door, a silver nameplate was hung horizontally: "Deep Pathology Research Room".

This is a large room. Along the wall, various medical devices and computer monitoring equipment are neatly placed. On the open space near the left side of the room, a cylindrical container with a diameter of about two meters and a height of more than three meters, similar to a household steam bath. Several thick cables extend from the electrical control facilities in the corner of the room, and are connected to a parallel channel on the ground near the cylindrical container.

It was obviously not the first time that the little nurse entered this room. She quickly pulled the keyboard next to the container and skillfully entered a series of instructions. A few minutes later, a curved door for entry and exit was slowly falling from the transparent column wall. She pushed Wang Daxia, who was unknown, into it, and said vaguely: "It's not safe outside, you go in first, I'll set up the program and come."

The transparent electronic door rose slowly from the bottom of the cylinder, forming an invisible but tangible obstacle between Wang Daxia and the young nurse. For some reason, Wang Daxia suddenly felt an extremely bad premonition in his heart. He slapped the pillar wall desperately, shouting and roaring, trying to break the barrier and let the people outside release himself... He tried all his methods, but in the end, he still could not break the hard wall of the circle.

The little nurse stood next to the container, silently looking at the man sealed inside. There were two faint tears on her gentle and beautiful face. She wiped the corners of her eyes, unbuttoned the collar that was closed on her chest, and through the transparent pillar wall, Wang Daxia clearly saw that on the part directly below her left clavicle, there were a row of ugly tooth marks on her originally white and soft skin. The surface of the tilted muscles had already revealed the dark gray and disgusting yellow spots that only dead people had.

"Bang--"

The tightly clenched fist hit hard on the surface of the hard container, a shocking bright red slowly flowed down the bottom of the fist along the clean wall, dragging it for a long time...

Wang Daxia shook his head in despair. He finally understood why the young nurse did these inexplicable actions - he came too late. She had been bitten by a mutant zombie. In a short while, she would become a member of the group of people who were looking for carnivorous zombies everywhere in the streets and alleys.

She clung tightly to the transparent column wall, her slender fingers firmly fixed on the smooth wall like a seal. Her face was obviously smiling, but her eyes were irresistible to tears. The solid and cold containers isolated the communication between internal and external sounds, and they could only see each other's every move. At that moment, Wang Daxia truly felt the sadness and the pain of his brain being torn apart. He also truly understood what his grandfather often said before his death - "Xia (silly) kid, from birth to death, is actually... only separated by a thin piece of paper."

Wang Dasha was like a crazy trapped beast, pounding and kicking desperately, using every possible method to smash and destroy the obstacles in front of him. However, there was no trace of slight scratch on the high-strength polyester material that could withstand bullet attacks.

The heavy and violent impact soon became mild and slow. Wang Daxia, who was exhausted, leaned against the cold wall, opened his mouth wide and gasped desperately. His violently undulating chest moved his body and trembled like a spasm. Reason told him that a simple body collision could not break the hard circle, but he still tried hard to raise his fist and repeated mechanical and weak movements.

The little nurse kept crying, her movable lips indicating that she was talking. Although her ears could not hear it, Wang Daxia could judge from her familiar changes in her mouth shape that had been repeated countless times under the moon.

"I love you--"

Staring at his eyes filled with bright red blood, Wang Daxia saw in difficulty and despair that the little nurse pressed a green triangle button on the switch of the cylindrical container. Then, a faint scent of jasmine flowers slowly emanated from the square air groove at the top of the container. His eyes became heavier and heavier, his body could not lift his strength at all, his muscles became softer, and his legs could not support the weight of his body... In the end, he could only curl up and curl up at the bottom of the container, opening his lips as if a weak and dying severe patient opened his eyes that could be closed at any time. Under the double attack of hazy and sleepy, he desperately searched for the figure of Jiaona, who had become blurred.

Her lips seemed to be saying the final farewell words - "Dear, see you in the next life!"

This is also the last memory of the old era that will always be retained in the depths of Wang Daxia's mind.

...

The sunlight shone through the gaps of the dark clouds through the half-open window, sprinkling a soft golden color on the floor of the room.

Wang Daxia, who was sitting at the desk, had a dull face and was filled with sad memories, which seemed to completely stop thinking in his heart. His strong brain was like a body that began to sleep after extreme fatigue, completely falling into dormant.

Through the table, Lin Xiang looked at him quietly, looking at this man who had the same memory of the era of destruction as himself. He instinctively felt that Wang Daxia did not lie, and only those who had experienced the chaotic and bloody time on the eve of the nuclear war would unforgettably retain the scene mixed with grief and despair.

"It was a closed drug treatment cabin. The military hospital has independent underground electric energy storage equipment and relies on the supply of backup energy. I slept there for a long time. Fifteen years ago, due to the exhaustion of reserve electricity, the treatment cabin was automatically opened. I woke up."

Wang Daxia looked at the light spots falling on the table, his face looked a little tired, and his rough cheeks were covered with short and hard beards. He was silent for a while before slowly saying: "I never thought that I could meet a familiar person here whom I barely knew. When I was in the Garrison Headquarters, I had seen a personal brochure about you. At that time, you were a famous hero of the Republic and an idol worshipped by every member of the army."

"That's all in the past."

Lin Xiang's voice was low and gentle. He smiled bitterly, and said indifferently and sadly, "Nearly a century has passed..."

Wang Daxia lowered his head and buried his entire forehead deep in the center of his hot hands. It seemed that the forehead could no longer bear the heavy pressure of thousands of thoughts. It took a long time before he raised his face, which was obviously melancholy, and said in a hoarse voice: "I want to ask you a question."

"I also have questions to find the answer from you." Lin Xiang sat upright with a faint smile.

Wang Daxia's eyes were filled with unprecedented hope: "What is the reason for this world being destroyed?"

Lin Xiang was stunned, his eyes became sharp.

The old era ended with a complete outbreak of nuclear war, which is something that every new generation of humans knows. When the Skeleton Knights were creating and cultivating people and putting them on a global scale, they had already instilled memories about this part in their cerebral cortex. Perhaps it was out of a souvenir of the once glorious civilization! The Skeleton Knights seemed to not want this secret to pass slowly over time, but chose to continue to be postponed and exist in the records of human history.

According to Wang Daxia, it has been fifteen years since he woke up from the treatment cabin and it is impossible for him to know nothing about it.

"I have asked many people, and the answer is nuclear war without exception. I want to hear what you said, it seems stupid to do this. But you have to understand that in this world... it is difficult for me to truly believe in someone." Wang Daxia obviously saw through Lin Xiang's heart.

After pondering for a moment, Lin Xiang replied seriously: "They are right. As for the inducement of the nuclear war... this is also one of the answers I am looking for."

Wang Daxia was silent.

After a while, he raised his head, stared at the ceiling with a lost gaze for a long time, sighed and said, "Ask! What do you want to know?"

"How did you come from the fifteen years after waking up from the treatment cabin?" Lin Xiang did not hesitate and went straight to the core of the problem.
Chapter completed!