Chapter 254 The chirping of cicadas in winter (2)

Author: Dragon Fruit Tycoon

Chapter 254 The chirping of cicadas in winter (2)

On a snowy night, the howling cold wind blew in my face, lifting up the thin and old cardboard box like a knife, and my dry and worn hair spread out and flew into the wind.

The carton flew away with the wind and was submerged in the wind and snow.

Tang Xue was like a scary female ghost in a ghost story, walking wildly in the snow with her hair wildly dancing. The old straw raincoat could not hide her skinny figure. The shovel in her hand was already rusty.

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Without the cover of the paper bag, the sharp cold wind cut into her face, her lips were chapped and pale, and she walked on the snow like a zombie, with the bag behind her dragging a trace.

What was inside was a corpse, the corpse of a woman.

A woman who was slightly two years older than her was alive and well a few days ago, but now she was a cold corpse.

In fact, she should not be called woman, but sister, although there is no blood relationship between Tang Xue and her.

She is the sister of a reorganized family, which means that after Tang Xue's biological father remarried, he married a woman with a daughter. That woman's daughter was two years older than Tang Xue, so she became the sister.

The two knew each other because of their parents. They were not sisters who had lived together since childhood. Their relationship was far less profound than that of biological sisters.

At least for Tang Xue, she didn't feel very sad about her sister's death. When she saw the body, she didn't even shed a tear.

It's just that I feel very sad.

There is no one in this world who is related to her anymore.

It was like there was a sound of a mirror cracking, and even the last piece of the world she knew was shattered into pieces.

Where are you going?

Tang Xue walked aimlessly, trying to stay as far away from the camp as possible.

The people in the camp can no longer be considered human beings.

You can't let them see your face, let alone what's in the bag, or something terrible will happen.

She hadn't been outside for a long time, and the scenery outside felt a little strange to her. It was such a dark and snowy day, and everything was covered in white snow. The scenery in her eyes was the same, as if it was the same no matter which direction she walked.

If you are an ordinary person, you will definitely get lost in such snow.

But she is different. Her memory is much stronger than that of ordinary people. She can basically have a photographic memory. She can remember the contents of the books she has read and recite them verbatim even after several years.

So in such a difficult environment, she still figured out where she was.

Thanks to the fact that the terrain has not changed much. After all, there are no construction teams building roads and building high-rise buildings on this land with great fanfare. Unless there is a major natural disaster such as an earthquake or tsunami, the surrounding scenery will not be the same in another ten years.

It's the same.

The wind and snow were not very heavy tonight, so she walked through the wind and snow and came to an abandoned restaurant.

She followed her memory and found this sea view restaurant. It was a one-story restaurant and was deliberately built on the seaside so that guests could see the sea while dining.

The four walls of this restaurant are made of tempered glass. The purpose is to give guests a good view. In addition to indoors, there are also seats and tables outdoors, but they are buried in the snow.

, the big umbrella used for sunshade had long been broken, the ribs were twisted outwards, the umbrella cover was torn and stained with mud.

The wall was no longer complete and had been smashed open with heavy objects. The wind passed through the holes between the glass, making a whining sound like a sad female ghost crying.

This place looked like a haunted house, but there was nothing to be afraid of. She hoped that there really were ghosts in the world. If she knew that there were ghosts in the world, she might not be so afraid of death.

She took off the straw rope from her shoulders, walked to the door alone, and used all her strength to push open the glass door that was embedded in the snow.

She needed to rest for a while. Her energy was almost exhausted. She hadn't eaten anything all day today. She had to go into an indoor environment that was sheltered from the wind and rest for a while.

If she fell down from exhaustion, she would never get a chance to stand up again, and she would freeze to death in the snow.

Death may be a kind of relief, but she is afraid of death. When she thinks about death, she will feel fear deep in her heart.

In order to prevent herself from dying, she found this abandoned restaurant.

It was too cold and she wanted to light a fire to keep warm.

There was no way to start a fire in the snow. If the wind was too strong, the sparks would be blown out instantly, and she couldn't find anything that could be used as fuel outside.

There were combustibles in the restaurant. She lit a match. Although the fire was weak, she could roughly see what was in the restaurant.

There were signs of damage everywhere, there were broken porcelain bowls and broken glass shards on the floor, the drawers on the counter had been emptied, and the wooden drawers that had been pulled out were thrown haphazardly on the floor.

The round one-legged table rolled sideways, a corner of the table and chair was missing, and the heavy sofa was cut open, revealing the yellow sponge and foam under the sofa's leather.

Her eyes slowly swept across this space, her pupils shrank, and she suddenly froze for a moment. She took a step back and pressed her back against the door. She couldn't help but want to escape from this space.

In front of her, what met her eyes was a living corpse.

Rotten skin, rotten flesh hanging on the cheekbones, the eyeballs were missing, leaving only two black holes. It was wearing a waiter's small suit, and the suit was stained with blood that could not be washed away.

One of its arms was missing, and its legs were twisted at an angle that was not consistent with human posture. The zombie fell to the ground, so I didn't see it at the first time.

It stared at the door with empty eyes, and opened its mouth unconsciously, revealing a mouth full of blue-black rotten teeth. They were no longer human teeth. Its teeth were sharp and black, as if they had been corroded by something.

Its nails have also become pointed and long, and the nails do not stretch on a flat surface, like uneven paper with layers of wrinkles.

There is a risk of infection if you get close to living corpses. If you are scratched or bitten by them, and the wound bleeds and breaks the skin, it will be a death sentence.

Their vitality is only in the head, to be precise, within the skull, in the brain.

Their brains must be destroyed before they will die. Although wounds such as broken arms and hands will cause them to lose mobility, they will not die. Even if they are whittled into a stick, as long as the brain is not destroyed,

Once someone gets close, they will make meaningless noises on the spot, open their mouths, and try to bite off a piece of your flesh.

Tang Xue found no obvious wounds on the head of the living corpse in front of her, so there was a high probability that it was still alive.

But her rationality told her not to worry. Living corpses had to hibernate at low temperatures. If the temperature dropped below a certain level, they would become unable to move, just like real corpses, with their whole bodies stiffened.

Look, even if a living person like her stood in front of this living corpse, it would not move at all. It was just a sculpture with a terrifying appearance.

Tang Xue comforted herself like this, pursed her lips, and looked at the living corpse in front of her with all her heart. If it made any movement, she would slip out through the crack in the door.

She counted silently in her mind, from 1 to 100, and it remained motionless for 100 seconds.

Whether it's dead or dormant, it poses no threat to her.

She finally plucked up the courage to take a step forward, but had to stop because the corpse of a living corpse blocked the way forward.

The path from the door to the counter was extremely narrow, and if she wanted to continue forward, she had to step on the back of this living corpse.

The moment when the living corpse woke up appeared before his eyes. At that moment, it suddenly moved and grabbed his ankle, and a deep chill arose.

But there was only one way she could go. She had no choice, no retreat, she could only move forward.

She held the shovel and had to step on the back of the living corpse to reach the restaurant.

She picked up firewood. Fortunately, the place had been looted and destroyed. There were pieces of wood everywhere. She no longer had to expend energy to chop down the table. She only needed to pile up the broken wooden strips and pulled out cabinet beams.

Just be together.

She took off the curtain cloth and covered it on the wood. She took out the matchbox and rubbed the matches on the paper on the side.

It is a very old match. Although it is not affected by moisture, it needs to be rubbed several times before it ignites.

There was a chirping sound, sparks flickered, and the small match ignited.

The lit match was thrown onto the cloth curtain, and the fire quickly started, igniting the firewood.

The place where the fire burned was far away from the door. She was afraid that the rising temperature would wake up the living corpses, so she lit a fire in the corner.

She sat by the fire, leaning her head against the wall, stretching out her hands to warm herself.

The thin shadow is reflected on the wall, what a pair of thin hands, like bamboo poles, really ugly hands, as if they will break if you bend them lightly.

It's all because I didn't eat well that I became like this.

It was probably because I was unwilling to eat well that my sister died.

It was obvious that he relied on her to support him, and it was obvious that he relied on her to sell his dignity outside in exchange for food.

She was the one who suffered, and she was the one who dealt with those terrible people. She brought the food back. Although the amount was small, she never ate it all by herself. She would share it with her every time. They relied on such a small amount.

Food lives on to this day.

Although it was very hard, I still survived.

If you want to die, just take a knife and cut the artery. The blood will spurt out from the wound like a fountain, and you will soon die from excessive blood loss.

Or stab yourself in the heart. Once the heart is stabbed, everything will be over.

If you die like this, your sister will not be harmed.

Why are you on a hunger strike? Why don't you talk to your sister? Why do you throw back the food she brought back?

Tang Xue seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, her whole body was being suppressed, and she had a chaotic feeling of suffocation.

Her sister's face suddenly appeared in front of her eyes. She cried and hugged herself tightly that day, with two traces of tears streaming down her thin face.

"Please! Xiaoxue! I only have you!"

"Please! Eat something!"

My sister's eyes were red from crying, but she just closed her eyes tightly.
To be continued...