Single Dog Ending System Chapter 79

Walking in the city is definitely very dangerous.

But if they walk indiscriminately, they may not reach the base until the gas in the car runs out, which is equally dangerous.

“Hey… go down here, it seems to be over at the city hall…” Zhang Mao said, “There must be a map in the city hall, as well as a museum, and there must be a museum! It's deserted here, not many people…”

“It should be said there may not be many zombies.”

“Have you been here before?”

“Mm… my uncle used to work in the museum and brought me here a few times.”

“It's six o'clock, we have to hurry up. It's not clear what the zombies are like at night?”

Going down from the highway, there are very few vehicles on the roadside. The more they go up, the farther apart the buildings are. There are only one or two zombies wandering on the road, which is really deserted.

The car drove in for another two minutes, and they couldn't see any zombies at all. The surroundings were very quiet, so quiet that it made people panic.

“I always feel that something is not right…” Xiao Fei swallowed and looked out the car window vigilantly.

“Me too…”

“It's so quiet here…”

“On Monday, there must be people working here, but…”

Ling Liang frowned and glanced at the rearview mirror, his face changed, and he quickly turned the van and drove to the stairs of the museum: “Get off. Hurry. Enter the museum!”

“What's the matter…”

“Damn it! What the fuck!”

There is no need for Ling Liang to remind them now, because their line of sight is full of zombies. They are surrounded by them from the front and back. At first glance, there must be hundreds of them together. The zombies occupied the road. On this road, there are buildings on the left, and rivers and sculptures on the right, so there is no way for vehicles to pass through.

Everyone hurriedly got out of the car and ran towards the museum. There is no other way. He Qing only made a few small bomb before, and now there is only one left, which doesn't have much effect at all.

The speed of the zombies was very fast. After they entered the museum, they caught up to the stairs.

“Run separately. This museum is classified. There is a door to the hall, lock the door when you enter!” Zhang Mao's voice trembled, but he still said loudly to everyone.

There are too many zombies. If they chase them in one direction, even if they can enter a safe room, they will be squeezed by the zombies to open the door, and everyone will die.

Fortunately, the design in the museum is curved and easy to hide. It happened to be Monday when the virus broke out, so the museum was open. Otherwise, today they are afraid that there is no chance of survival.

Ling Liang and Qin Lang ran to the third floor. There were no stairs in the museum. The main hall was designed with a sloped staircase. There was also an elevator on one side of the hall, but the elevator was too dangerous in this situation, so no one went. The third floor is the Primate Pavilion, and there is an office behind the pavilion.

Qin Lang ran to the office door, twisted the handle, it was not locked! When he opened the door, Ling Liang also prepared the weapon in his hand, so if there was one inside, he could deal with it in time.

The empty office, they remembered the label outside the door after they came in, this is the curator's office. The reason they remembered was that behind the desk facing the door, there was an old man sitting in the chair. The old man's complexion was gray and wrinkled, it could be described as haggard. His eye sockets were sunken, his mouth was wide open, and his gray pupils rolled after Qin Lang and the two entered the door.

It's obviously a zombie. It was still a bound zombie, which was why when he saw Qin Lang and Ling Liang, it only roared from his throats, but did not rush towards them. The office is not very big, with an unobstructed view and no other zombies, which made Qin Lang and Ling Laing relieved.

The two went over, and there was a knife on the table of the old zombie. The two looked at each other and used the knife to end the needless struggle of the zombies.

A photo on the desk was splattered with two drops of black blood. Qin Lang glanced at the photo, the old man smiled kindly, holding a golden monkey in his arms, and the little monkey curled the old man's arm with his lively tail. It is not difficult to see the closeness between the two.

Qin Lang sighed and put the photo frame face down.

“Did the curator want to commit suicide before?” The night is coming, Qin Lang curled up on the sofa and whispered.

“It should be. But maybe he couldn't do it, so he tied himself up with a rope.” Ling Liang sat on the other end of the sofa, watching the last rays of light outside disappear into the sky, “It should be to protect someone. Qin Lang also sat up and confronted Ling Liang, ”

Qin Lang also sat up and faced Ling Liang. He asked, “Ling Liang, can we reach the base alive?”

Ling Liang moved his eyes from the window to Qin Lang's face, he moved a little closer. Qin Lang did not hide, so he couldn't help reaching out and caressing Qin Lang's face.

Qin Lang's face pressed, and Ling Liang's hand was sandwiched between his shoulder and face.

Ling Liang laughed, but did not rush to pull his hand out of Qin Lang's oppression, “There will always be a way.”

Qin Lang snorted and habitually said: “It's easy to say. Our current situation is that the zombies are besieging the city, and the roads are blocked, where's the way? Unless, there is really some kind of supernatural power bursting out like fire and thunder, blowing them all up in one go…”

It was obviously a desperate situation, but Ling Liang could still laugh at this time. His palm felt Qin Lang's cheeks moving when he spoke, and his heart was a little itchy, “If I can't escape, I can die with you, it's not bad.”

Qin Lang was startled, pursed his lips, released Ling Liang's right hand, and did not speak for a while. He had nowhere to put the food he had picked up in the convenience store before so he put two bags in his pocket. Now he took out one and shared the other portion with Ling Liang.

Just two packs, they don't know how long it will last. Fortunately, there was still half a bucket of water in the water dispenser in the office, and the electricity was not cut off. The two boiled the water and drank a cup.

The moonlight is bright, distant and pure. One can't see how bloody and desperate it is under the moonlight.

“Is it cold?” Under the moonlight, Ling Liang didn't wait for Qin Lang to answer, he took Qin Lang into his arms without permission. He took off the leather jacket that was torn by the zombies today, and put it on them.

Qin Lang had lingering fears when he saw this jacket: “Fortunately, it's my leather jacket…” There were not many clothes from the dormitory building before. This leather jacket belonged to Qin Lang, and Ling Liang has been wearing it since they came up from Yuanyang Lake.

The close-fitting clothes have been changed once or twice, but the jacket has not been changed. After all, in a time of life and death, who cares if the clothes are dirty? As long as it keep warm.

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Ling Liang lowered his eyes and shifted his gaze from his clothes to Qin Lang's pink and round earlobes. He put his head on Qin Lang's shoulder, and when he spoke, he took a warm breath and hit Qin Lang's ear: “Yes, like this, it was you who saved me. Qin Lang, you are so kind.”

“Hey…” Qin Lang blushed and shrank his neck, “Why are you teasing me these days… Ling Liang, you wouldn't be…”

“Um.” Ling Liang was reluctant to move, and wrapped his hands around Qin Lang's waist, hugging Qin Lang even tighter.

“Um? Um what? I…I haven't finished speaking yet.” Qin Lang's heartbeat gradually accelerated, even though the thumping beat could be conveyed to Ling Liang, who was clinging to his back.

“It's just what you think, Qin Lang, I like you.” Ling Liang kissed a certain someone's earlobe that had turned from pink to a shade darker at the moment, and said, “I originally planned to wait until after reaching the base… but now I'm afraid the possibility that we can get there is very small. This is probably the last few days we can live. I don't want to leave regrets at the end of my life. So, I admit it, I like you.”

Qin Lang, who was still tensing up and hiding, heard Ling Liang's words, his whole body softened. He leaned into Ling Liang's arms obediently, and seriously enjoyed this person's warm embrace. After all, their lives may soon be over.

Ling Liang hugged Qin Lang even tighter, his low voice was mixed with joy and bitterness, “Little fool…aren't you going to say anything?”

Unexpectedly, Qin Lang, who had been silent for a while, suddenly turned his head and kissed him on the lips. A pair of beautiful peach eyes looked at him in the moonlight: “Let's do it.”

“…” Ling Liang didn't react for a few seconds before confirming that Qin Lang really said those words.

Those beautiful peach blossom eyes also showed sadness, “Just take it as an end to our 20-year short life.”

They are about to die. Although the museum is big, there are so many zombies chasing them in. Even if they are not killed and weren't found, they will still starve to death. In such a desperate situation, doing something that feels happy and wonderful is probably their last love.

Ling Liang held Qin Lang's face and kissed Qin Lang back with a faint smile on his lips, “You're wrong, I'm one year older than you. I'm twenty-one years…”

Qin Lang was pinned on the sofa, his mouth still pouting, he couldn't help laughing and said, “Yes, you are handsome, you are right about everything…”

Under the bright moonlight, Qin Lang's already pale body was as white as porcelain jade, very beautiful. Ling Liang kissed him inch by inch like he was the most devout believer, so he cherished every kiss.

The hoarse and unpleasant sounds of zombies still echoed in the museum, the air was filled with rotting dead, and the night had just come. Under the torment of fear, their body that is different from the indifferent but warm moonlight, the shallow breathing after repression, appear more moving and beautiful.

They embraced thoroughly, not only the body but also the soul. The joy of confessing to each other was a wonderful feeling that Ling Liang had never experienced before, which made him addicted.

They were in the clouds, so they didn't notice that the lock of the office door was opened a crack from the outside, and then quickly closed.

A few seconds later, Ling Liang stopped, glanced at the office, and paused for a second on the little monkey wax figure on the desk – it could be seen that the curator really loved little monkeys, and the wax figure was originally there.

There doesn't seem to be anything strange.

“What's wrong?” Qin Lang's eyes glowed with the mist. His slightly hoarse voice was also very pleasant.

“No…” Ling Liang just wanted to say that it was probably his illusion that someone was watching them, then he saw Qin Lang's flushed face turn pale, and hurriedly pushed him away from him, instinctively extending his arm to block something.

Ling Liang was stunned for half a second, then immediately picked up the knife on the sofa and coffee table and stabbed the culprit who suddenly attacked them – a golden monkey.

Ling Liang stabbed very accurately, hitting the little monkey's head. However, Qin Lang had already been bitten – in order to save him. Blood was gurgling out of his pale arms and dripping on the sofa.

The knife in his hand made a 'ding dang' sound as it fell to the ground. Ling Liang, who was disheveled, quickly took off his shirt that was still half hanging on his body, and hurriedly covered Qin Lang's arm.

Ling Liang, who had always been calm, heartbeat was very chaotic now. His body was trembling with panic written all over his delicate face, while his pale lips were mumbling something.

Qin Lang listened attentively, and he seemed to say, “No…it'll be alright…”

The temperature in the room dropped suddenly, like falling into an ice cellar, the cold traveled down his limbs to his heart.

Ling Liang stood beside the sofa. The only shirt left was gone, his face was bloodless as he held Qin Lang's injured arm. This was supposed to be a funny scene, but Qin Lang couldn't laugh at all. His heart was aching hard inside so he turned his gazes away to hide some emotions.

Qin Lang was half-kneeling on the sofa, while Ling Liang bandaged him and wiped the blood for him. After watching him finish all this useless work, he sighed heavily and said in the calmest tone, “Ling Liang, I am infected. Now …”

“No!” Ling Liang immediately retorted, “No, no zombies bite you. You'll be fine…”

“Don't be like this, Ling Liang.” Qin Lang's eyes were red. His uninjuried left hand stroked Ling Liang's face, he choked and said, “You and I have seen it, the little monkey has lost its entire shoulder, and its eyes are like zombies…”

Ling Liang laughed out loud: “No, it can open the door with the key, and it can close the door when it opens it. How does it look like it has been infected?”

As if it was a particularly funny joke, Ling Liang couldn't stop laughing, as tears welled up from the corners of his eyes. But Qin Lang knew that the tears were not from the laugh.

But they all understood that the golden monkey was indeed infected. It may be a habit of the little monkey to open and close the door with the key. After opening the door to its owner, it will be rewarded.

Qin Lang hugged Ling Liang's trembling body distressedly, “Ling Liang… I'm sorry.”

Ling Liang hugged Qin Lang so hard that he wanted to rub Qin Lang into his blood. He closed his eyes and said hoarsely, “It's okay, I will accompany you. Don't be afraid, I will always accompany you. I will lock the door. In a few hours…you will eat me, and we'll be together forever…”

[Ding, Ling Liang – favorability +10, current favorability is 90.]

Qin Lang's heart was hit hard by something, the pain was aching, and his limbs were weak.

He has always felt that the favorability is just a series of values, and whether it is consistent with his original intention and how much it has reached is still debatable. He is not afraid of pain or death, just because this is just a game, even if he is in pain and die, it is not real.

Yet this man could say such things to him.

Even if two people are in love, one of them becomes a zombie, the other should choose to kill their lover and then commit suicide. But Ling Liang chose to let him eat him – even though he turned into a zombie, he couldn't hurt him.

A favorability rating of 90 is enough for Ling Liang to do this. He can't imagine how much this person loves him.

He suddenly wanted to go back to his world, see this man, and ask him, do they know each other?

Chapter end