Darkness is Coming Chapter 62

After    left the combat command room, Yang Xiaoqian was led by an armed police soldier to the treatment room—another tent.

  Yu Qian and Fang Yu were lying on two camp beds in the tent. The brackets supported their thin bodies. The canvas was not wide enough to barely accommodate their shoulders. Fortunately, they were both in a deep coma and would not easily fall over.

   "This is your wounded barracks?" Yang Xiaoqian looked at the tent's simple layout and asked, "Where's the military doctor?"

   The young soldier who led the way did not look sideways, and replied coldly: "This is not the wounded barracks, this is the treatment room, we have no wounded barracks. The military doctors are resting, they are not in any danger and do not need care."

   Yang Xiaoqian was slightly annoyed by his unreasonable bad attitude, and then he thought, since it is the front finger of the corpse, there is really no need to establish a wounded barracks - after all, those who are injured during the battle with zombies will be infected and transformed into zombies.

   "Well, let's go out." Yang Xiaoqian walked towards Yu Qian's bed and waved casually behind him.

  Yang Xiaoqian was already tired from running around and fighting for several days in a row, and the negotiation with Liu Yuanzhou was even more exhausting and exhausting. Since the young soldier brother didn't give him a good face, Yang Xiaoqian, who was in a poor mental state, didn't bother to respond properly.

  The armed police soldier glared at Yang Xiaoqian's back, turned around and walked out of the tent without salute.

  Yang Xiaoqian moved an iron basin and placed it on the ground as a low chair, staring at Yu Qian who was sleeping like a baby with a smirk.

   "I'll let you pretend, this time I'll teach you a long lesson. I don't know how long it will take to wake up." Yang Xiaoqian whispered, his right hand suddenly froze when he was putting in his trousers pocket and taking out a cigarette case.

  If I remember correctly, Yu Qian's pocket watch was in the pocket on the right side of his trousers.

   Out of respect for Yang Xiaoqian and others, Geng Zhiping's subordinates did not search the unconscious Yu Qian and Fang Yu.

   Therefore, the pocket watch with many secrets should be lying quietly in Yu Qian's right trouser pocket at this moment.

   His heart stopped for half a beat, then thumped. "To take it, or not to take it? This is a question." Yang Xiaoqian immediately fell into a battle between heaven and man.

  Things like this are full of secrets, of course, you must firmly grasp them in your own hands, take them! Why not take it?

  Can Yu Qian be his friend, stealing his things without permission, is it appropriate? This is not only a moral issue, but also badly affects the relationship between the two that they have finally established.

  No no no, since he is a friend, what's the big deal to take a look at his pocket watch?

   But this Yu Qian is not a best friend who has been with him for more than ten years, but a visitor from another world who has known each other for less than half a month. With his suspicious nature, he would definitely...

   "Hmm, what are you doing?" Fang Yu, who was on the other camp bed, woke up at some point, and with a strange and doubtful gaze, he stayed on Yang Xiaoqian's hand that stretched out to Yu Qian's pants and stopped halfway.

   "Huh" Yang Xiaoqian withdrew his right hand like an electric shock, tried his best to remain calm and explained, "It's not what you think."

   "Isn't it what I thought?" Fang Yu's face was even paler, and the look in Yang Xiaoqian's eyes was even more bizarre.

"Have you misunderstood what?" Yang Xiaoqian's mind was so delicate and sensitive, he could guess what Fang Yu was thinking in a flash, and waved his hands with a **** expression on his face, "You misunderstood! It's really not what you thought. That way."

  Fang Yu is not stupid. To avoid embarrassment, he immediately nodded and changed the subject: "Where's Heizi?"

   "Are you talking about your classmate?" Yang Xiaoqian thought about it carefully and replied, "It should be placed nearby, you should have a good rest first, and I will have someone bring him later."

   Now that Fang Yu has become an awakened person with powerful destructive power, Yang Xiaoqian's attitude towards him has changed greatly, just like Yu Qian's change when Yang Xiaoqian was awakened.

   Although he does not agree with Yu Qian's set, Yang Xiaoqian will not treat any awakened person with contempt or indifference.

   "Thank you." Fang Yu didn't pretend to be very high-end in the face of the savior, and bowed his head respectfully and thanked, "Do you want me to go out?"

   "No, rest here, do you want to drink water?" Yang Xiaoqian said while pouring water for Fang Yu, "I have bad news to tell you that the girl you were with was not rescued."

  Fang Yu fell silent.

"We beat the murderer, the mutant, to serious injuries, but something happened and we couldn't kill him. You can ask him about the specific process when your friend comes." Yang Xiaoqian turned his head away, unwilling to look at Fang Yu .

   Fang Yu cried silently with bloodshot eyes.

  Yang Xiaoqian gritted his teeth and continued: "We will lead a team to hunt him down and eliminate the mutants along the way, will you go?"

   "Go!" Fang Yu almost bit his teeth, and a word popped out of his mouth.

   Seeing Fang Yu's decision to join the mutant hunting team regardless of the danger under the stimulation of his own words, Yang Xiaoqian did not feel the slightest joy in his heart, but felt contempt for his unscrupulous behavior to achieve his goals.

   The long silence made the voices outside the tent clear.

   In addition to the footsteps of the patrol team passing by every once in a while, there are also some uncontrollable crying. For the people rescued by Yang Xiaoqian, being able to cry out is a hard-won luxury.

   After all, the unprivileged are not allowed to vent their emotions on the thorny road.

   "Have you seen Prison Break? That American drama." Fang Yu wiped away the tears and broke the silence.

   "No." Yang Xiaoqian shook his head, he was so nervous in high school that he didn't have time to watch dramas.

"The protagonist of Prison Break has a kind of mental illness, and he resonates strongly with the suffering around him. He can't sit idly by the difficulties of others, and he cares about the happiness of others more than himself. When someone is killed, he prefers to disrupt his own. Plan to sacrifice your own interests and try your best to help others." Fang Yu twitched the corners of his mouth, as if trying to show a wry smile, but failed, "I may also have some such inclinations."

   "Oh?" Yang Xiaoqian leaned over slightly, supported his knees with his elbows, and made a listening gesture. When everyone needs to talk, it doesn't matter if they can't make constructive suggestions or simply don't understand what the other party is saying, as long as they listen carefully, the other party will definitely feel this kindness and be grateful.

   "What do you call this kind of person now?" Fang Yu thought about it, not quite sure, "Bitch?"

"No no no!" Yang Xiaoqian hurriedly corrected, "I want to say that the virgin **** refers to those who sacrifice the interests of others to forcibly show their own glory, for example, in the news a while ago, underage **** and murder of female classmates in the same class, a lot of votes Irrelevant people shouted about the Minor Protection Law and Human Rights Protection Law, demanding light sentences, and blocking the door of the victim's parents, asking them to express tolerance and jointly sign a letter. This kind of person is called a virgin bitch."

"As for those who are willing to sacrifice their own interests to help others, this kind of person should be called the Virgin Mary." Yang Xiaoqian pointed to Fang Yu, "For example, when you are unable to protect yourself, you have to flee with a child you have never met before. Of course, Mary is not a derogatory term in my eyes, and it is really admirable that you can do it regardless of whether your choice is the right one."

   "Thank you." Fang Yu's eyes were blurred, and his tone was low, "Then, won't you feel bad when you hear those cries outside? Do you really want to hear their tragic cries and see their desperate expressions?"

   Yang Xiaoqian didn't know how to answer this question, so he had to perfunctory.

   "Well, it's okay." After all, people are group animals and will resonate and empathize with their peers. Yang Xiaoqian asked himself that he was not an "absolutely rational" mentally ill person. It would be impossible to say that there was no disturbance in his heart.

   "The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. We now have the ability that they don't have. Should we stand up and do something?" Fang Yu finally couldn't bear it anymore and said what he wanted to say.

  Yang Xiaoqian doesn't believe this, the greater the ability, the greater the power. In Yang Xiaoqian's view, what comes with greater ability and greater responsibility is just a sophistry used by the weak to restrain the strong. Whether there is responsibility, whether there is a sense of responsibility or not depends on each person's concept.

   But when he refused, for some reason, the messenger said something he heard from his mother when he was a child: "Heroes don't end well, and they will only kill themselves."

   "There is no hero who is afraid of death!" Fang Yu raised his head and looked directly into Yang Xiaoqian's eyes. Yang Xiaoqian seemed to see a fire in his eyes.

   "Haha." Yang Xiaoqian laughed dryly and stopped responding.

   The cries outside gradually subsided with the comfort of the soldiers on the front finger. Yang Xiaoqian opened the tent curtain, just in time to see the patrol coming with firm steps.

   They are all ordinary people, none of them have superpowers, they are just as vulnerable to corpses and mutants.

   But they are not afraid of hardship and death.

  They packed their bags, carried their spears, stepped over the wall composed of mechanical artillery fire, and stepped into the dangerous distance.

   They have something that Yang Xiaoqian does not have: courage.

Taking a deep breath of fresh air, the coldness of the lungs still cannot help calmness to dominate, and the deep-rooted hero complex sprouted again, Yang Xiaoqian turned his head and asked Fang Yu: "Yuanjiang Compatriots Rescue Association, referred to as Yuanjiuhui, what do you think of the name? ?"

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