Chapter 208 The Truth of the World

Ying Baiyi quickly got up from the ground, his right hand glowed with golden light, and a beam of lightning appeared in his hand. He held his breath and threw it at the newly generated monster.

The lightning penetrated the monster and exploded a golden flower in the narrow aisle, splitting into many small beams of lightning that bounced back and forth in the aisle. Diana protected her head with her jacket and fell to the ground.

"Were you scared just now?!" Ying Baiyi asked angrily.

"What?! Do you mean I shouldn't have avoided the current you threw just now?" Diana was surprised. She was kneeling on the ground, holding her bleeding stomach.

"I mean that monster. Were you afraid of that monster just now?" Ying Baiyi said.

Diana remembered what Ying Baiyi said before, that this kind of flying monster in the sky would split infinitely, as long as certain conditions were met...

It seems that this condition is fear...

"I didn't, just now other survivors came out to take a look..." Diana explained.

"Damn it! Damn it!" Ying Baiyi said angrily, because he saw that the monster that was electrocuted by him split into another one.

"Tell them not to come out!" Ying Baiyi turned around and yelled at Diana, and his right hand once again produced a beam of lightning.

At this moment, several gunshots suddenly came from behind. Diana looked back and found that several survivors holding M14s heard the noise and rushed to this floor. They saw this kind of monster for the first time, and they pulled the trigger in panic.

"Go down quickly... quickly... you can only cause trouble!" Diana urged, the wound in her abdomen made her grimace in pain, and blood flowed all over the floor.

Because of the fear of these survivors, the monster began to split at an exponential rate, one became two, and two became four.

Ying Baiyi threw lightning at the nearest monster. Seeing more and more monsters filling the passage, he cursed, turned around and ran downstairs.

"Hey! Where are you going...! There are still many people in the room!" Diana climbed up and backed away against the wall.

"This floor is hopeless, I want to take everyone downstairs away." Ying Baiyi said as he ran towards the stairs.

"You can't be so fast... um..." Diana was halfway through her words when the image in front of her became a double image, and her right arm and upper body became extremely heavy.

"Damn..." She cursed inwardly, knowing that this was caused by excessive blood loss. If she didn't get effective treatment in a short time, she might die here...

Ying Baiyi had already run downstairs like lightning, and behind Diana, more than a dozen split monsters rushed towards her.

She remembered that Ying Baiyi placed more than a dozen people he brought with him on the lower floor. It seemed that he only wanted to be responsible for those people.

Diana heard the movement behind her, fired two shots back, opened a door nearby and rushed in.

She fell to the ground covered in blood, scaring the survivors in the room pale. When they saw that it was Diana, they hurried over to help her.

"Back off! Back off!" Diana turned and lay on her back on the ground, kicking the door.

At the same time, a monster half-stuck in the door gap, frantically scratching the door frame to get in, Diana raised the revolver and shot the last few horse and bullets into the monster's head.

The monster's head was shattered to the ground after being hit by a large-caliber bullet. She climbed up with pain, hit her shoulder on the door, and quickly locked the door.

There was a scratching sound from the monster's claws outside the door, but soon, people's panicked shouts came from the far side of the corridor. The monsters were attracted by the sound and ran towards the new target.

It was safe for the time being. Diana fell to the ground against the door, blood oozing from the wound. Her face was pale, and her whole body was cold due to excessive blood loss. A strong sense of sleepiness came over Diana, and she felt her eyelids getting heavier and heavier.

It was safe for the time being, but it might only be safe for a few minutes. Outside the door, the hotel had become a Shura field, but Diana was powerless. How long she could live now was a question mark. She leaned against the door and panted, closing her eyes to endure the pain in her abdomen.

There were a total of six survivors in the room, two adult men, two women, and two children. They helped Diana to the bed and fed her mineral water.

Diana grabbed the water bottle and poured some on her wound, not wanting the wound to become infected and inflamed. A man piled the tables and wardrobes in the room against the door and window, and turned off the lights in the room.

The room became quiet and dark. Diana asked the survivors to sit in the middle of the room, and she leaned against the wardrobe, holding a vase as a weapon.

She closed her eyes and waited for the dawn. Screams and wails could be heard outside the door, as well as occasional lightning and thunder.

…

With a "pop", the iron door opened.

Sam looked at the handle on the wall of the office suspiciously. In his impression, the doors of places like prisons and mental hospitals should be controlled by a central control room.

It is rare that each cell in the basement of this hospital is controlled by an office. And he doubted whether this underground part was built privately.

Chen Ke didn't think as much as Sam. He couldn't wait to walk into the ward and first looked at the body on the bed.

Surprisingly, the body was highly decomposed and exuded a strong stench. It looked like it had been dead for a long time.

He picked up the small notebook on the ground, left the ward and walked into the corridor, picked up the tactical flashlight to illuminate it, and flipped through it.

The first half of the small notebook contained a lot of messy information.

There were several weeks worth of shopping lists, several summer baseball game results, some phone numbers and addresses, and some spreadsheets that looked like business data. It seems that the owner of the small book is a white-collar worker living an ordinary life.

The second half of the small book contains some scribbled notes. Each page is half a page long or as short as a few sentences, all signed with dates.

"September 2nd. Something happened today. It was very strange. When I came back from going to the toilet, all my colleagues were gone. There was chaos on the street. I'd better write this down."

"September 7th. It's terrible. The end of the world really happened. Those missing people all turned to ashes. I saw a strange and huge thing in the distance. I hope it doesn't come."

"September 19th. The government radio is calling for the formation of self-rescue camps across the country. This city is finished. I am following a large group of people heading south, hoping to get rid of those flying things. There are probably several thousand of us, and the goal is too big. "It's big, but luckily we have a lot of agency agents and county police escorts, so hopefully they can find a safe place."

"September 21st. Everyone was in high spirits because we got in touch with the army and they suggested that we go out of the city to find them in the temporary military camp, but the road was too dangerous. We have been discussing whether to stay in the city or go out. The administration and the county The police seemed to have different opinions. Although there were occasional quarrels, they were all positive. Watching them gather around the table and make plans made people feel reassured that we would survive. "

"October 1st. Bad news. We found the military camp, but there was no living person inside. They all turned into ashes...Many people died today. There are so many flying things that we can't kill them all. We are running away. Many people were lost on the way, and the county police officers died. May God rest in peace. Anyway, I am still alive..."

"October 12th. It took us a long time to return to the city. There was no shelter or supplies outside the city, so we chose to return to the city to establish a temporary stronghold. In the past few days, more and more people have turned into ashes …I’m worried I’ll be next. They say it’s a terminal disease and the doctors in the camp can’t help it…”

"October 29th. Some people entered a state of hysteria. They did not want to stay in this city anymore. I was not sure whether the army would come to rescue us. The Asian agent incited us to look for something. But I didn’t believe him. Several friends I knew joined their team and wished them good luck..."

"November 2. There are only more than 200 of us left. Now we are living in the underground ward of the hospital. A female doctor from the research institute is doing her best to find a cure for gray syndrome. People around her are... Disappear, I hope she can disappear soon..."

"November 29th. Mom, I miss you..."

"December 9th. She said I was going to be fine. She said I was going to be fine."

"December 31st. Mom, I see you."

The diary came to an abrupt end, and Chen Ke finally understood the general situation of the world.

The time point when the global population was reduced to ashes was September 2, 2005. The government responded within a short period of time, but before the rescue was implemented, they were reduced to ashes.

The owner of this little book is both lucky and unfortunate. He did not turn into ashes, but died in Jiulin's hands. On December 9, Jiulin must have injected something into him, causing his physical condition to get worse and worse.

If the monsters downstairs are Jiu Lin's successful creations, then this guy is obviously a failure.

"Chen Ke, what did you find?" Sam asked.

Chen Key opened the small book and said: "Her evil deeds."

In this apocalyptic world, why does Jiulin still conduct such evil human experiments? Chen Ke was puzzled.

"It seems that you should know something. We can have a good talk. Then you will understand my approach." At this time, Jiulin's voice came from the loudspeaker on the top of the aisle.

"Sorry, we're not interested," Sam shouted into the speaker.

"She can't hear it, we should leave." Chen Ke patted Sam and turned towards the elevator.