Doomsday Wonderland

"……is it,"

Lin Sanjiu breathed a sigh of relief and wiped it gently with a wet towel. As she thought, she reached out and picked up a pair of scissors from the top of the cabinet; the blade opened and quietly reflected in the dark night.

"Since it is safe... that Bohemian should be fine?"

- Bohemian in the distance does not think so.

The night wind mixed with the smell of the body blew in a burst, rolling up her long hair, skirt, sleeves, fluttering in the wind. Tonight is very beautiful in the night; the deep purple night sky washed by the rainstorm, the starry light of the Milky Way is illuminated, and the warm orange street lights reflect each other, and several layers of different shades of purple are dyed. In the night of watercolor, even the black blood from the body falling into the gasoline can be seen clearly.

Crossing a few bodies on the ground, her eyes finally stayed in the one that was overturned.

It was just like the corpse of the corpse in the sea... Now that the box is open, there are not many bodies that have fallen. Most of them are like melted wax. I don’t know when I gradually lost my shape and piled up in a box...

However, it was a half-minute emptiness. From this pile of corpse wax, there were several slender flesh-colored cylinders. She can even feel the pure joy and joy in the process of constantly rising and stretching.

Ah, the world outside is sweet.

Come out, we are all out

The earth that is so wet, so comfortable, I like it very much.

“Hey?” Bohemia slammed his ears and was a bit silly: “...what?”

She seems to have heard a strange and uncomfortable voice - no, no, it is not a sound at all, how did she let her "hear"?

These flesh-colored pillars have no eyes, shouldn't you see her? It’s been a while, and they haven’t moved. It’s better to say that they grew out of the dead and couldn’t seem to move.

Bohemia, who had been licking his hair, couldn’t help but step back silently. The thin "pillar" surface seems to be full of fleshy touch and elasticity. When the night wind blows, they sway in a trembling motion, as if a piece of meat is swaying like it, and people can’t see what they just turned around. Did she perceive her?

Go ahead, these things should not move -

Just as she figured it up here, she suddenly felt a move and bowed her head.

From the darkness of her feet, I don’t know when she has quietly raised a face and is constantly approaching her face. The cheeks bulged and twisted, as if the skin was almost broken by the huge smile on his face—the brow bones, the corners of his eyes, and the lips were pulled apart, still quietly long and up, and his mouth was irregular. Inside, stuffed with the shadow of the meat.

Rao was Bohemia, and he couldn’t scare his throat and screamed. He jumped out and slid out. When he was left, his face was swept away, and it was discovered that it was the face of a dead body at the foot.

Only that face has long been separated from its body. The body is still lying on the ground, and the middle is a few tens of centimeters. It is the kind of long and thin meat. It is just inserted in the head of the human head. It is stretched upwards like it is an uncontrolled, longer and longer Neck.

"What are you!" she screamed, slammed back a few steps, raised her hand and went out with a shadow - just as the wind had just smashed the thin meat column with a face on it. A hoarse voice was heard from the truck not far away: "Don't!"

Bohemian slammed his hand and pulled back a turban.

"Who?"

When she looked at the sound, from the overturned truck, there was also a coughing sound in the throat of Lao Da.

"Don't, don't hit it..." In the broken window of the cab, a blood-stained arm was stretched out; the old face was **** and could not see the facial features, and gradually began to scream. Revealed: "Don't be... if you get hurt, you will be recruited and recruited..."

After a word was not finished, he coughed violently.

What is it?

Bohemian was tight in his heart, staring at the thin meat column that stood on the head and slowly grew into the sky from the corpse of the corpse, and circumvented it, and rushed to the truck that fell to the ground in a few steps: Do you know what it is?"

On the top of Lao Da’s head, he was smashed. The scalp flesh and blood turned open, and he was so painful that he couldn’t speak, but he vaguely “hmm”.

"Then you said it! Is there a fart?"

Lao Da seems to be hanging in one breath, and will faint at any time, still not forgetting to bargain on and off: "You... you save me out... I don't want to die here..."

"But you are like this now, I don't want to touch you."

The round belly was almost stunned by my own blood, and I coughed a few times. Then I whispered, "You, you save me! I tell you everything I know, everything..."

Lin Sanjiu and her split action, just to let her inquire about the news, she is also embarrassed to squint back empty-handed. Bohemia glanced at the clump of thin meat that grew out of the dead body, and endured a sinister fire in his heart. Finally, he bit his teeth and wrapped his hands in his sleeves. A little dragged out of the window.

"Light, light, my leg bones are broken -" he screamed.

This voice reverberated in the night sky, calling Bohemian a fierce look.

... This is not the wind, nor is she wrong. When the screaming sounded back, several of the thickest fleshy columns were slightly biased toward the "head" in this direction.

Just as she can hear those things, they can also "hear" the human voice.

"you shut up!"

Bohemia was busy whispering a sigh, but Lao Da still screamed in a voice, and did not listen to it - the broken leg was pressed under the collapsed body, as long as she was a little If you force yourself, you will get a scream of Lao Da.

She let go and stood up.

"Hey, what are you doing, where are you going..."

His weak voice was cut off by a rag.

Behind the scenes of the clumps of heaven knowing what it is, it is equal to putting the life here. But she can't run, she has to force herself to stay at the scene, listen to this ugly, fat and useless ordinary person. Nonsense - by what?

Bohemian was both annoyed and scared at this time; she had a little bit of patience left to Lao Da at this time, and the previous sturdyness came up again - around the other side of the truck, she slammed her foot and smashed the glass. Going inside, he raised his hand and cut his legs together.

The liquid ejected from the broken leg was filled with the entire dark-skinned cab and splashed on the bohemian face. The two legs were left in the same place by her, caged by the shadow of the car body, and it looked almost like a part of a person.

Half a person who was fainting, she quickly retreated to the side of the road and made a snap. A blue faint flame burned from the broken leg - so that all the blood vessels, nerves and muscles in the human body will be burnt into black and black, and people will not die. It is.

"speak,"

Woke him up again, Bohemia ordered with a sigh of relief: "Otherwise I will kill you and throw you to the meat pillars."

... I removed the old man who had lost most of his life, and finally he opened his mouth.

"I am not a native of this country," he gasped, his belly violently rising and falling. "I... my garbage collection company is also secretly sent by our country to pretend to be a citizen." It is to collect as many corpses as possible, and natural deaths and accidental deaths can be..."

No wonder the older people have more bodies.

"why?"

It’s just two words, the waxy body in front of me, and the number of new meat pillars grows out; the slender meat column is densely swayed, and it sways gently with the night wind. .

"These things... will grow out of the soil where the body is buried. When there is no soil, only a few types will be born directly from the body... I, what we want, is this."

Bohemia wiped his face with a hand and was about to ask "why" again, suddenly watching his hand slammed. Was it just splashed on her face, shouldn't it be the blood that was sprayed when the broken leg was right?

...this transparent greenish liquid, what is it?

She looked at the head of Lao Da, couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of water, added a layer of protection to herself, and extended her hand to him.

The slightly trembled finger, unobstructed, penetrated into the fuzzy piece of the scalp on the old scalp. Her fingertips opened her scalp, and all the way into it, deeper and deeper, has never passed the fingertips -

The old Dadar, who had already been dying, slowly calmed down and turned a pair of white eyes toward her.

"You... you found it," he said hoarsely. "This is inevitable..."

"Oh," Bohemia ripped his scalp.

There are no skulls, no brains, no things that humans should have; in the ups and downs of the five senses, there are only a few hard and small things that hold up, forming a facial bone that looks like the normal person from the outside - it is torn open. The skin was soft and collapsed, and the face belonging to Lao Da was still talking.

"Don't look at me like this, I am really a personal."

When the puppet teacher appeared, I felt that no one cares about the story. It really makes me happy.