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Chapter 12 - "Precognitive Dream."

The next day, after a night's rest, Yueyue got up early.

She ate a chocolate bar at the table, bit by bit from top to bottom, first the shell, then the core, as if she was performing some ritual.

Su Ming'an pushed open the door and saw her.

The comments always talked about their CP relationship, which made him feel disrespectful. In his eyes, she was just a comrade-in-arms Yueyue, not a "beautiful girl who can be CP", even if she was a rough man with a face full of flesh, there was no difference in his eyes.

He never looked at people differently because of their appearance and gender.

"Good morning, we're going to the Central Hospital today." Su Ming'an rubbed his eyes.

"I had a bad dream," Yueyue said.

She often had some strange dreams since she was a child.

It was like if she dreamed that it would rain heavily the next day, it would really rain heavily, and if she dreamed that the school would have a power outage, it would really have a power outage the next day... She searched the Internet and people said that this was called a "precognitive dream", and that some people would have this kind of dream.

She had a nightmare last night, dreaming that she would die...

"I found the location of the Central Hospital, which should be the key clue point." Su Ming'an didn't pay attention to her words.

"How did you find it?" Yueyue asked.

Su Ming'an waved outside, and an identical Su Ming'an pushed the door and walked in.

Yueyue was stunned for a while before she realized what Su Ming'an's skill was - clone. Such a powerful skill must cost a lot.

She suddenly thought of the figure who gave a speech above billions of lives on the day the game started. In fact, at that time, she felt that this way of speaking was very similar to him.

It turned out that what he said before was true.

Su Ming'an put his hand on the clone and took it back, relieving the pain of dizziness.

It was because of this clone that he was very tired all night last night, and even had difficulty in normal conversation.

After the two of them packed up, they pushed open the door. Today, the zombie crisis seemed to have suddenly erupted, and there were many wandering zombies during the day.

Along the way, they heard countless cries and hoarse howls of zombies.

When passing a block, Su Ming'an saw a dying player.

The player's skill seemed to be to summon white birds. Countless white birds surrounded him and helped him block the attacks of the surrounding zombies.

The bodies of the birds were like scattered daytime morning stars, one by one, scattered on the ground, like the ground as the universe, constructing thousands of silver-white constellations, the red and white bird bodies were star points, and the trailing red blood was the connecting star lines.

——The player dragged a long bright red tail as if crawling towards the end of the universe, like a golden red meteor falling from the constellations.

"You..." Su Ming'an was about to kill the zombie when he found that the player suddenly broke his neck and committed suicide.

"He should know that there is no hope of survival and that he will become a spectator, so he will commit suicide decisively to avoid being tortured by zombies in the future," Yueyue said as she watched this scene.

Su Ming'an frowned slightly.

Sure enough, in this game, in addition to players who cannot adapt to the game. Some players are extremely adaptable to the rules.

This is a long battle.

[World Game·Remaining Players: 618507328 people]

[It hurts...Don't stab me with the scalpel. Don't stab me. ]

[The white coats said I was a monster, and that people like me who can resist the zombie virus are monsters. ]

[But if I were a powerful monster, I could break through the glass of the operating room and get out, right? ]

[…]

[I'm not a monster, so I can't get out. ]

[How ironic. ]

[I kind of wish I were a monster. ]

[——Am I the 'monster' myself, or are the people who think I'm a 'monster' forcing me to become a 'monster'? ]

[…]

[…I don't understand. ]

[It hurts…Don't cut me open anymore…I want to wear a skirt, I want to go home…]

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(End of this chapter)