doomsday lamb

My name is Zhang Cheng, and I was born in an ordinary working-class family.

When I was sixteen years old, I fell in love with a girl.

Since I was a child, I have believed that only hard work will bring rewards, and I have always believed that I am never worse than anyone else. I always believed that no one is born with superhuman talents, until that day I met her.

Her smile was so bright, like the warm winter sun hanging high in the sky. It made me, who had been trapped in the "ice cellar" for many years, truly feel the beating of my heart for the first time. Her beauty, her intelligence, these are the things she and she share.

Everything I was born with made me feel ashamed of myself.

Once upon a time, I was also a proud child in the eyes of my peers. I was recommended all the way, skipped grades, exempted from tuition, published papers, and became what adults call "other people's children." I have never doubted that what I was doing was a game that was enough to

A great exploration that changes the world and rewrites human history.

But compared with the achievements she has already achieved, these seem to have lost some luster.

Research without results is nothing. Since ancient times, countless theories and hypotheses have been proposed, and they have been argued and rejected one by one. Only a few have finally become the truth. What I do is more like a long-distance race.

, the runner is nothing until he reaches the finish line before everyone else.

Before success, working hard day and night also means nothing.

I can feel that she is the kind of person who is destined to stand at the top. She was born with a halo above her head, and the divine light protects her all the way. Whether it is learning or life, to a certain extent, it is more like

It is a simple and relaxing game.

I don’t have a prominent family background like hers, I only have more than ten years of continuous hard work. Over the years, my family has not only failed to provide me with help, but it seems to have become a taboo that cannot be mentioned to others.

I often tell people that my father was an alcoholic and would have died long ago.

In fact, the situation is even worse. He is a terrorist who was sentenced to two years of suspended death. He was charged with endangering public safety in dangerous ways. From the day he was taken away by the armed police, I have never seen him again.

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Forty years ago, he was a well-known child prodigy in our area. At the age of 18, he was hired by the National University as an assistant professor in the Department of Physics. People say that as long as he is willing to study hard, he will only have a period of experience before becoming a "tenured professor"

and time.

Unfortunately, he always seems to be used to not letting people around him get what they want.

I heard from people around me that after I was born, my father’s character became more and more weird. It wasn’t until I was five years old that my mother died of a sudden illness, and his condition became more obvious. He quickly resigned from his job at that time and took his only

He returned to the countryside with his salary and allowance. After that, he secretly published papers, organized rallies, and even secretly encouraged those who believed in him to engage in small-scale terrorist attacks. Until he was arrested by the police, many supporters still spoke out for him and called him

He is an "anti-technology" fighter.

However, the final result has not changed. When dealing with ordinary people, laws and judgments are always impartial.

Seriously disrupting social order, violently injuring innocent people, and publishing behaviors and remarks that violate human ethics. The three main points accounted for two and a half, and the father's "anti-social crime" charge was naturally certain.

Before that, he had been a sociologist. In the ten years before and after I was born, he had always played the role of a researcher intently, as if obsessed. I was studying at a boarding school in the town,

Whenever he returns to the countryside after school at the end of the month, he will always be seen locking himself in the hut in his hometown.

He stays away from home for months, reads a lot of books and newspapers, and conducts some research that only he can understand. According to him, this is a way of observing and analyzing society, which can explain to people more profoundly the world we live in.

This society we live in.

But what is so difficult to understand about this society? At that time, I had no clue.

In the words of my father's former friends, others participated in terrorist organizations and cults to endanger social security, but he himself was a cult. Looking back now, when those people said this, they seemed to have some fear on their faces.

They were my father's friends when he was working at the university, and they were both well-known and decent scholars. After seeing the papers that were circulated, even they had to admit that their father's articles and theories were logically rigorous and extremely provocative. Because they were so big

Most of what they talk about is the truth, or facts or principles that are very close to the truth.

In other words, it is difficult to refute.

I also read those articles of his before the manuscripts were burned. In those lengthy arguments, two words appeared repeatedly - "system" and "revolution". In my father's view, the three industrial revolutions seemed to give

Human beings have brought greater disasters.

Electric power technology and assembly lines have achieved important changes from traditional agricultural society to modern industrial society. They have also accelerated the process of urbanization, exacerbating industrial pollution and the gap between rich and poor. The information revolution and the development of bioengineering have caused the population to skyrocket, but there are

More people cannot find jobs. Technology has solved countless problems, but it has brought more problems than ever before. There has never been an era where conflicts and class antagonisms have been as intense as now.

Since the Industrial Revolution, not only has thousands of years of natural selection been artificially broken, but it has also affected human lifestyles and ways of thinking. He predicted: In this slow-moving social machine, individuals will completely lose their autonomy and become a

A part that lacks ideas. The world is tending to become a whole, and once there is a problem in one part, a chain reaction of collapse will occur.

The root of this whole is the "industrial-technology" system. Human beings shape technology into gods, trust the gods to make decisions for them, and accept the system to push society towards an unpredictable future. And if the system will eventually collapse, then for humans

It will be an unprecedented disaster. Because the world's population has become so over-expanded that it cannot feed itself without advanced technology. And if we want to avoid this disaster, before the "system" takes shape on a large scale and becomes deeply rooted, mankind must

It must be destroyed and a bottom-up reform must be launched.

"This society is sick and moldy, and it needs to take a few steps back to get some sunshine." These were the original words written by my father in the manuscript.

social system

Every part is related, and one move affects the whole body. His method is more ruthless than scraping bones to cure poison. It is not just cleaning, but subversion. It is to completely eliminate the industrial technology that allows human beings to taste the sweetness.

I sometimes think that maybe it cannot be said that my father is wrong, but his actions are too extreme and are destined not to be allowed by modern society.

After my father was imprisoned, several of his former friends used their connections to transfer me to another school and left my original city. During my studies, my father’s fanatical supporters continued to travel to many places and secretly sent me various financial aids.

Without these things, I would not be able to complete my studies and do my best to do what I like. I have to thank these favors and my father and his supporters who brought them. But sometimes I want to be with the past and my father.

Draw clear boundaries and don't let yourself live in its shadow forever.

It is said that some of the son’s personality traits are inherited from his father. And I heard from them that the way I was thinking hard when I was a child was very much like my dead father...

Section 2

On November 29, 2275 AD, the weather was sunny in downtown Shasha. The afternoon sun penetrated the dark fog and shone on the side wall of Candy KTV. The bright light passed through the rusty metal fence and formed a line in the center of the floor of the storage room.

Parallelogram light spot with blurred edges.

Most of the people in the storage room were not sleeping, but were sitting in the corner, staring at the light spots in a daze. Zhang Cheng was half-sitting and leaning against the wall, taking a nap, while Anyang would cast his gaze at the small window on the wall from time to time.

It's not that they don't want to sleep, but that they are unbearably hungry. People in this state can't sleep for long and will wake up very quickly.

In the first few days after the disaster broke out, they had already seen what kind of tragedy was happening in the outside world through the bars and windows high above the ground. Therefore, they did not dare to even think about escaping.

Having said that, although the current state is painful, it is precisely because we have not died that we can experience this pain. Hunger and death are like the sword of Damocles hanging over our heads, making everyone nervous.

"Clang!"

Suddenly, a loud noise interrupted Zhang Cheng and others' random thoughts.

The door of the storage room was suddenly knocked open, and then a man fell to the ground and shouted without looking back: "Close the door quickly, the black corpse is following me!"

"Black Corpse!"

These two words made everyone tremble.

Sure enough, the next second there was a burst of chaotic footsteps in the corridor. The roar of "ho ho ho" came from far away, and people quickly stood up and tried to close the door.

"Ka-deng!"

The door is not closed! The black corpse is one step faster. In the blink of an eye, it has squeezed to the door and will rush in the next second!

"Close the door, close the door! Don't let them in!"

"No, they are too strong!"

"Push harder, push harder! If the black corpse comes in, we will all be dead!"

"The arm...the black corpse's arm is pinned!"

"It's over, it's all over."

"Why are you crying? Push the door quickly and squeeze this corpse hand out!"

People crowded behind the door and became confused. Suddenly, a man snatched the fruit knife from Guo Qi's hand.

"I'll do it!"

Before he finished speaking, he used his knife to chop off the bony arm after the corpse transformation. Because the man was big and round, and he was also a powerful evolver, the power of this knife should not be underestimated.

With one knife, the blade cut open the muscles, revealing the white fascia; with two knifes, white bone stubble flew everywhere, and blood spattered everywhere; with three knifes, four knifes...seven knifes, the corpse's hand broke off and fell to the ground.

With a "clang", the door was finally closed. Ignoring the "creeping" sound of fingernails scratching behind the door, people slumped on the ground with a long sigh of relief. Only the man holding the knife still had a sense of anger.

He kicked Guo Qi and rolled around.

"Fuck, you want to kill us all?"

This man's name is Li Li. His level of evolution is no lower than Guo Qi's, but his personality is relatively conservative. He doesn't dare to go far away to find food like Guo Qi. Li Li's face was covered with specks of blood at this time, and he still had a hand in his hand.

He was holding a murderous weapon, and even Guo Qi seemed too frightened to say anything.

He had done justice by grabbing the knife, and he seemed justified when he got angry. Anyang couldn't help but think at this moment - maybe the knife would change hands in the future. She looked at Zhang Cheng to ask for proof, but saw the other person frowning and staring at the man

Guo Qi shivered on the ground.

"There is a problem." Zhang Cheng shook his head slightly.

Li Li also saw something was wrong. He stepped forward and tugged on Guo Qi's clothes. Although the opponent dodged, he still pulled off one of his sleeves.

"Hiss." Li Li took a step back and happened to get out of sight. The bone-deep wound on the opponent's shoulder was exposed to everyone. There was also a circle of inconspicuous tooth marks around the edge of the wound, as if he had been bitten by some wild beast.

A big piece of meat. I really don’t know how he escaped from the claws and fangs of the corpses. Of course, his life will not last long, maybe four hours, two hours, or less...

…

"Damn it, Guo Qi, you were bitten by a black corpse!"

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and Li Li's words instantly excited people's emotions.

"Why did you come back after you were bitten?"

"Yes, you brought back so many black corpses, do you want to kill us all together?"

"How come you weren't bitten to death?"

"If you want to die, you can die outside. Why are you dragging us along?"

"I told you that it's too dangerous to go far away. Take a look..."

The other party seemed to understand his fate, so he trembled subconsciously. Without the high-pressure environment when escaping, Guo Qi's teeth chattered and he couldn't even speak a word.

That night, Guo Qi died. He was stabbed through the throat in the dark. Because he was bitten by a black corpse and was a "contaminated" person, everyone chose to turn a blind eye to the murder...

Section 3

On the morning of the 25th day after Advent, light rain fell in the Shashi area. In the storage room, Zhang Cheng carved a knife on the ground with a stone, perfecting the fifth "

The word "righteous".

When Wang Hu saw it, he couldn't help but wonder: "Chengzi, are you counting the time?"

Before the master could answer, others rushed to speak.

"It's really stupid. Isn't it good to use a mobile phone to check the date?"

"Why do you care so much? Maybe people are starving their brains and think of themselves as primitive people."

"Haha, that makes sense."

"You guys!" These people were attacking Zhang Cheng with guns and sticks, which made Wang Hu unable to help but get angry.

"There will always be times when the phone runs out of battery, and there will be times when the brain becomes hungry and dizzy." Zhang Cheng's tone became colder and colder, "I know you have complaints, and you feel that I brought you to this dead end."

"But you must be more aware that if it weren't for me, you would have died a long time ago." He then put down the stone and picked up the knife. "If you don't believe it, you can try it!"

Since Guo Qi's death, several other men couldn't help but want to make a move. Zhang Cheng's knife and Anyang's graceful body were all the objects they coveted. They couldn't figure out Zhang Cheng's details, so they didn't dare to act rashly, but they always looked at him.

Zhang Cheng seems unwilling to give up.

Zhang Cheng leaned against the wall with a floor-to-ceiling window, and behind him was Anyang squatting in the corner.

There was a creamy-yellow striped kitten in front of Anyang. The kitten was soaked all over. It took a lot of effort for Anyang to dry it off. At this time, it was snoring in a small circle. It was woken up by the sound of quarreling.

Then, it opened its black jewel-like eyes to secretly observe its surroundings.

It was just a stray cat named Orange. It was abandoned in the garbage dump near the KTV in the summer and survived by luck. Before the disaster, Anyang and a few girls used to feed the kitten Orange. So today I watched it from a distance through the window

After seeing the kitten in the rain, Anyang couldn't help but call it in.

Compared to Orange's ignorance, Anyang seemed to have understood something, and his eyes suddenly turned frightened when he looked at the others.

Sure enough, those people spoke.

"Zhang Cheng, you are right. But I have been starving for many days, so you have to give me some compensation. I think the cat in the arms of that slut Anyang is pretty good..."

"Yeah, I heard that cat meat is sour, but it's better than melon seeds and drinks."

"That's right, no matter how small a mosquito is, it's just a piece of meat."

"What are you going to do! We don't owe you anything at all!" Anyang was completely panicked. She didn't expect that her kind act would actually bring death to this cute little creature.

"It's up to you to decide whether I owe you or not! You bitch!" Li Li, the leader, glared, and the others stood behind him. It was obvious what their opinions were.

Zhang Cheng shook his head and said: "There is too little meat on this cat. With so many people here, wouldn't one of us still starve to death if we take just one bite? I wonder how much you, Li Li, can leave for other people after you eat it up and wipe it clean."

Where’s the soup?”

Upon hearing this, the crowd suddenly became agitated, but Li Li suppressed the discussion and said, "Don't talk nonsense. We just don't want to starve to death now."

"Don't want to starve to death? It's very simple." Zhang Cheng laughed, causing everyone to look at him. "Remember Guo Qi's body in the utility room? It shouldn't be too smelly now. If you want to eat meat,

, but you have to do it as early as possible."

"Zhang Cheng, what do you mean?" Li Li felt humiliated in these words.

"What do you mean? What I mean is very simple. Your faces are extremely ugly now. You are like a group of hungry scavengers. I am quite disgusted by the sight of you!"

"Zhang Cheng, we can split it equally between the two parties." Li Li said.

Someone immediately behind him said dissatisfiedly: "Brother Li, this is not fair! We have too many people."

But Li Li was still stubborn. He looked at Zhang Cheng, with a hint of hope in his eyes: "Zhang Cheng, what do you think?"

"Throw the cat out." Zhang Cheng said without looking back.

"Zhang Cheng?" Anyang almost thought he heard wrongly.

"Do as I say!"

"Zhang Cheng, how dare you!" Li Li looked anxious.

Zhang Cheng sneered: "Why don't I dare?"

"Kill him. He has gone out so many times. Who dares to say that he didn't hide anything to eat?" Someone in the crowd booed at the right time. "If we rob his private goods, we can survive!"

Anyang couldn't help but his eyes turned red with anger and said: "What are you doing? Now that Li Li can kill us, you will be the next one. Do you think he will obediently share the results of the battle with you?"

She had already driven away the orange, and now she picked up the iron pipe and returned to Zhang Cheng.

"Bitch!" Li Li yelled, interrupting the other party, "Here, take down Zhang Cheng. I swear what we get this time will be shared equally. Whoever takes down Zhang Cheng, that bitch from Anyang will give in

Who takes the lead!"

A man rushed up and quickly flew back the way he came. Before he even touched Zhang Cheng, he was kicked in the stomach.

"What? Do you want to die in the same way as Guo Qi?" Zhang Cheng waved a knife with one hand and stopped in front of several people. "Who wants to taste what it feels like to have a knife blade stabbed into the brain from the lower jaw?"

"It was you who did it!" Li Li was horrified. They were ordinary people before the disaster. There were rare moments of fierce fighting in life, so they didn't dare to take action before Guo Qi's corpse transformed. So who was the first to finish it off at night?

This has always been a mystery to Guo Qi, and they are therefore wary of each other.

"Yes, it's me. Does anyone else want to try it now?"

Zhang Cheng looked around. At this time, Wang Hu also picked up the iron rod and stood with him. His fat body looked powerful, and his momentum faintly overwhelmed the opponent.

…

That night, Anyang whispered to Zhang Cheng in the darkness: "Is it worth offending those people for me and a cat?"

"You don't have to think too much about what you've already done." Zhang Cheng turned his head in time, as if he could see the guilt on the other person's face through the darkness. "I think the role of a mutated creature is definitely better than a bunch of stuffed teeth.

The sour meat is much stronger."

Hearing this answer, Anyang was in a daze for a long time, and finally fell asleep on Zhang Cheng's shoulder.