Cars were passing by on the long street, and things around him seemed to have become taller. After careful observation, Deng Yun realized that he had become shorter. He felt someone holding his hand. When he looked up, he saw that it was someone whose face he couldn't see clearly.
Women.
At this time, the small rubber ball held in his right arm fell and rolled onto the street. The familiar scene made his heart tremble.
The body involuntarily broke away from the woman's hand and ran towards the ball in the middle of the road.
"Xiaoyun!"
A woman's frightened cry came from behind. The next second, the sound of a car braking suddenly sounded, and the woman had fallen into a pool of blood.
This has been a nightmare he has had since childhood. His mother lost her life in a car accident caused by him when he was a child. This has been a lifelong pain in his heart.
From then on, he lived in self-blame, thinking that all his faults were because of himself. He was afraid of difficulties, always wanted to escape when encountering things, and worried that what he did would hurt others.
The scene changed, and the father who turned into a zombie had his neck broken.
The pain of losing his parents overwhelmed him at this moment. He felt that every part of his body was burned by flames, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.
When he opened his eyes again, he found that he was at home, and his whole family was there. His mother was carrying food from the kitchen to the table, and his father was sitting upright, looking at his mother with a smile in his eyes, not as straight-faced as usual.
When Deng Yun saw this, he felt warm in his heart, but he felt vaguely that something was wrong, and he didn't know what was wrong. His mind went blank for a while, as if he had forgotten something.
"Do I have anything else to do?" Deng Yun couldn't help but ask.
Mother put a piece of braised pork into Deng Yun's bowl and said with a smile: "Eat first, think about anything later."
"Is it a school paper? After eating, go back to the study to do it." Dad picked up the bowl and said.
For some reason, this picture made his eyes sore.
As I pulled the fragrant rice and ate the fragrant braised pork, fragmentary images flashed through my mind. After my mother died, my father rarely ate at home and basically ordered takeout for him.
The contradiction between everything in front of him and his memory made his brain hurt. He frowned and covered his head, always feeling that he had forgotten something.
His parents realized something was wrong, and hurriedly came forward to ask for help. The pain in his brain disappeared, and Deng Yun, who felt the care and concern, began to doubt the memory that had just flashed through his mind.
In the lounge of the cabin, Shen Yi drew back his neck and stared at Deng Yun nervously.
At this time, Deng Yun's skin was cracking like porcelain, making a crackling sound, and then a heat wave hit, making people unbearably hot, and the sheets above turned yellow.
The strange things made Shen Yi at a loss. His intuition told him that if this situation continues, Deng Yun will die.
"Deng Yun! Wake up! Deng Yun!" Shen Yi could only shout from the side.
Deep in his subconscious, Deng Yun had already finished his meal and was drinking the mung bean soup prepared by his mother.
Suddenly he heard someone calling his name, and the voice came from far away. He looked around in confusion, thinking that he was hallucinating.
The mother once again cast a concerned look and said softly: "What's the matter? Xiaoyun?"
"It's okay." Deng Yun waved his hand and said, did he feel that his mother was too sensitive?
After drinking the soup, he stood up to go to the study. He felt that his trouser pocket was heavy and subconsciously touched it, but his father grabbed his hand.
"Dad, what's wrong?" Deng Yun was confused.
The father did not speak, his expression was cold, and he just grabbed Deng Yun's hand.
Deng Yun looked at his mother, who kept smiling.
"Don't touch the things in your trouser pockets." The mother's smile gradually became weird.
Deng Yun was horrified. The things in his trouser pockets must be related to the things he had forgotten.
He broke free from his father's hand and ran quickly to his bedroom. Behind him, his father's angry curses sounded. He looked back and saw his parents chasing after him with ferocious expressions.
He ran to the bedroom and quickly closed the door and locked it.
There was a rapid knock on the door, accompanied by severe scoldings from parents.
"Don't do stupid things! Don't touch the things in your pockets! You will destroy this family!" the father roared angrily.
Then the mother's urgent voice came: "Xiaoyun, don't leave! Just stay here! The family needs to be together."
Deng Yun took a deep breath, hesitated, and finally took out the items in his pocket.
It was a slingshot with a ring of iron wire wrapped around the handle. He vaguely recalled the fire burning in front of the squadron gate, countless corpses were burned, the victims screamed in the flames, and then the faces of the squadron rats flashed across his face.
The awakened memory caused a tearing pain in his brain. He gritted his teeth and endured it. There seemed to be something in his trouser pocket. He tremblingly took it out, and it was a crumpled cigarette.
The image of Master Zhang jumping into a group of corpses flashed in his mind, and all the memories came out at this moment. His mother died in a car accident when he was a child, and his father had just turned into a zombie and had his neck broken by him.
Huge pain enveloped him, and he couldn't tell whether it was physical pain or mental pain. The pain gave rise to hatred. He only had one thought now, to seek revenge from Tianxia Group.
The world around him collapsed. He felt his body slowly rising. His consciousness gradually recovered and he regained control of his body. The blurry scene in front of him began to become clear. He saw Shen Yi's sleepy face.
"When?" He made a hoarse voice.
Shen Yi shook his head and was so frightened that he woke up. He raised his fire ax and pointed it at Deng Yun. If he found anything wrong, he would lift the ax and chop it down.
After confirming that the other party's eyes were clear, he took a long breath, picked up the phone on the table, took a look at it, and said: "It's past five in the morning."
Deng Yun got up from the bed and smelled a faint smell of burning. When he looked down, the place where he had slept was scorched black, as if it had been roasted by fire.
"This is?" He looked confused.
Shen Yi quickly brought his mobile phone, which was recording a video of what happened to Deng Yun's body last night.
"In the past, this video was posted on the Internet, and it was a hot search. You looked like that, and you felt like you were going to explode. Fortunately, you slowly returned to normal in the middle of the night. What is your situation? Have you evolved? Is there anything wrong with your body?
Special function?" Shen Yi asked curiously.
Deng Yun stared at himself on the screen, feeling confused in his heart. He shook his head and said, "I don't know what happened. I had a very strange dream last night."
At this time, he heard the sound of the drone, and quickly ran to the window, followed the sound, and saw a drone that was the same as the one destroyed yesterday, except that it was farther away.
He subconsciously looked for the pistol, but didn't see it in the room.
"Where's the pistol?" he asked.
At this time, Shen Yi also saw the drone in the sky, his face changed drastically, and he hurriedly replied: "I put it where we fought last night... Why don't we go get it now?"
Chapter completed!