"Usually people die within 24 hours of infection. Are you sure you weren't bitten by your last bed partner who was too enthusiastic?"

Si Nan sat behind the door, put his arms on his knees, and shook his head.

Zhou Rong wanted to say something else, but the doctor put down the thermometer and said: "Your man has a fever, Captain Zhou. Thirty-seven degrees nine is an early symptom of infection and he should be isolated immediately."

Everyone around them changed their colors, and people not far away stepped back one after another. The buzzing sound swept through the crowd like electric sparks: "He is infected..." "Will he turn into a monster?" "Go quickly, stay away!"

A man bravely shouted loudly: "Get him out! We are all civilians here. What if he bites someone?!"

The echoes grew louder, and Yan Hao said angrily: "He is not infected! Otherwise, he would have mutated on the road! There are zombies outside, where can he go?"

There were whispers around: "Those who serve as soldiers are hegemons..."

"that is!……"

Zhou Rong squatted in front of Si Nan, suddenly stretched out his hand and forcibly lifted his chin.

Si Nan's skin color was a cold white that was very different from that of Asians. His lips were chapped and he looked slightly tired. When he lowered his eyes slightly, he looked a bit like his mother. This was in sharp contrast to Zhou Rong's calloused hands and strong muscles.

Zhou Rong looked at him coldly for a moment, then suddenly stood up and said: "Put him in the warehouse office and keep him under observation."

The doctor disapproved and said: "Captain Zhou..."

Zhou Rong said: "I am responsible for my people."

The warehouse office is a small single room separated by plywood, measuring five square meters. Before the outbreak of the virus, it was a place where on-call staff worked shifts. The thin hollow wooden door is equipped with an old-fashioned spring lock, and there is an iron latch inside.

Si Nan sat in the corner with his back against the wall, one hand on his bent knees. After a while, Zhou Rong pushed the door in and closed the door behind him, blocking out Yan Hao and Chuncao who were following suit.

"Here."

Simon raised his eyes and saw a meat floss bun in front of him.

"Eat what you got from the warehouse."

Simon looked motionless for a few seconds before looking away.

"Why, I've only detained you for a long time, and you're going on a hunger strike just because you look good?" Zhou Rong snorted: "Let me tell you, the last thing I know in this life is to cherish the beauty of the beauty, and the best thing is to destroy the flower with ruthless hands. What Omega information was there when I was training?

Su, beauty spy sex | seduction cycle, and then the parachute captain, Yan Hao took the lead and refused to obey, I beat him to death three times a day... Just eat your food, don't think I don't dare to be tough. "

The two looked at each other for a moment, and Simon finally told the truth:

"...Supplies are limited, don't waste it."

Zhou Rong showed unabashed ridicule, threw the bread into Si Nan's arms, and said:

"Girl, why are you so pretentious like an Omega?"

Simon: "………………"

Zhou Rong clapped his hands and turned away.

·

It was getting late, and soon there was the sound of people walking around outside the door, handing out food.

After thinking for a long time, Simon finally ate the bread. The food soothed his nerves. He leaned against the wall and fell asleep unconsciously. His consciousness drifted between wakefulness and haziness, as if he had traveled through thousands of miles of moist and cold wind, staring at the wind beneath him.

The earth overturned in the flames of war.

He seemed to be back when he was very young. The heavy door of the manor slowly opened in front of him. The crystal chandeliers were brilliant, and the hand-woven carpet was thick and complicated. He went straight up the marble spiral escalator to the top. There was a boy in black formal clothes holding his arms and leaning against him.

Standing on the handrail of the penultimate step of the stairs, I looked at him condescendingly for a long time, and suddenly said harshly: "You are so ugly."

He felt his nails digging deeply into the flesh of his palms, and wanted to step back and leave, but he couldn't even turn around in his dream.

The boy jumped down the stairs, took three steps at a time and arrived in front of him. Suddenly he reached out and grabbed his hair, forcing him to raise his head to look up at him:

"I am your brother from now on, do you understand?"

Si Nan's chest rose and fell, feeling the hot and sour air cutting his trachea repeatedly, and he wanted to hit the person with his fist, but in the dream, he suddenly became very small, and he couldn't even reach out with his hands, so he could only watch the arrogant face.

, and blue eyes full of mockery.

I'm going to beat you... he thought.

One day, I will beat you down at my feet...

The camera suddenly changed, and the memory passed like a fleeting moment. The boy's hateful face gradually matured and hardened, and turned into surprise and astonishment in another scene. He was immediately punched and fell backwards.

boom!

The noise receded like a tide. He picked up the man's collar and saw that the other person's nose and mouth were constantly dripping with blood; the blue eyes that had been staring at him all the time for many years turned into dark gray in the wind and rain:

"...You've been wanting to beat me up for a long time, right?..."

Yes.

Always.

But he did not answer. Instead, he received a right hook, which was heavy, hard and clean. The crisp sound of the bridge of his nose being broken came from between his fingers. Until a long, long time later, he could clearly recall that pleasant punch.

Touch.

…

As night fell, Simon had a fever.

In a daze, he felt that his body was very hot, as if he was in a warm and empty deep sea, drifting and unable to step on it. Footsteps came and went, arguments, and shouts came one after another. He couldn't tell who's voice said sharply: "You must put your foot down."

If he sends it away, he may mutate at any time!"

"Your lives as soldiers are valuable, do we deserve the risk?!"

"What should we do? He has been infected and we are all finished..."

The sound of pushing and hitting came closer and closer, and then suddenly disappeared from his ears, as if it was hazy across the water. I don't know how long it took, but suddenly there were footsteps stopping beside him, and then they squatted down and covered him with thick clothes.

.

Si Nan struggled uncomfortably, but the man wrapped him tightly, not even letting go of the seam of his neck.

"It's a normal illness and exhaustion." The man said, "Beta's constitution is not good. I'm afraid she won't be able to survive if she keeps burning like this."

"Brother Rong..."

The man stood up and whispered: "Give me the car keys, I'll go out for a while."

When he woke up from his drowsiness again, Simon felt someone was stuffing something into his mouth. He reluctantly opened his eyes and couldn't see his surroundings. After a few seconds, he could barely see a glimmer of light coming from the crack in the door.

"Drink some water," Zhou Rong said, and couldn't help but take a sip from the military kettle.

Si Nan swallowed the water and felt a bitter taste in his mouth. He realized that the pill that had been forced into his teeth had melted: "...you..."

"Fever-reducing medicine."

...Where did you get the antipyretic medicine?

Zhou Rong took off his coat and threw it on the ground, sat down, squeezed into the same corner with him without hesitation, and reprimanded in a low voice: "I said you are stupid or stupid, you only go to the pharmacy to find food, you don't know what to look for."

Do you bring your usual medicine? It's gone. You may have a fever, which made me drive twenty kilometers back and forth in the middle of the night. I almost didn't become a night snack for the hundreds of zombies on the street. If it weren't for your good looks.

…”

Si Nan coughed muffledly and said hoarsely: "No thanks for saving you during the day."

Zhou Rong immediately fell silent.

Si Nan regained some energy and was just about to say something teasing when he suddenly smelled a strong smell of putrid blood coming from his feet - it was Zhou Rong's coat that had just been thrown on the ground.

He stretched out his hand and touched it. The fabric was filled with sticky moisture.

In the darkness, they could only hear each other's deep breathing. After a while, Simon whispered: "...Thank you."

Zhou Rong said: "You're welcome."

There was a light click of the lighter. Zhou Rong leaned against the wall, lit a cigarette, blew out a puff of relaxing white mist, and asked with a smile: "Did you dream just now? I heard you muttering something, as if you were cursing someone.

.”

"..."

"Are you homesick?" Zhou Rong asked casually.

Simon shook his head.

"What did you do before? Judging from your skills, were you a private bodyguard or a police officer?"

Si Nan shook his head again and said nothing.

"Don't be so nervous, just relax and chat. What if you don't have a fever but are really infected and die later? I will be the last person you can entrust your will to." Zhou Rong squeezed his shoulders and asked teasingly.

: "Are you married? Do you have a partner?"

"……No."

"Very good. There is no brother either. The whole team is single."

Si Nan glanced at him from the corner of his eyes and said silently in his heart, that's because you took the lead in gay sex.

Zhou Rong suddenly didn't realize it. He sighed leisurely while holding a cigarette, and his tone was full of fascination: "The B military area shelter can accommodate tens of thousands of people. It is self-sufficient in water and power supply and is completely isolated from the outside world. After the virus passes, the country will definitely arrange for you to stay there."

Settling in City B, going on blind dates, getting married, encouraging childbirth, and replenishing the population loss during the disaster period..."
To be continued...