For a moment, she cried out.

The cry tore through her already mute throat, like a wounded black crow, echoing in the empty corridor, with no one responding.

"——You can't cry! This is a great thing!" Seeing this, the guards quickly persuaded them, with colorful smiles on their faces:

"You laughed! You are a hero!"

"Look at this Citizen's Medal of Honor, how beautiful it is. You can hang it up and show it to everyone. This is an honor that no one can envy."

"You killed your relatives out of justice, you killed the mutants, and you saved countless people!"

Her son was a mutant, and the vaccine from the Ark Project accelerated his mutation, leading to his death.

He must be killed and he must be redeemed.

But,

Why is she crying.

She couldn't laugh.

She couldn't laugh no matter what.

Her son is the most obedient. He has been a top student since he was a child. Apart from eating prawns, he has few hobbies. His life is step by step. He studies, works, marries and has children. He is usually upright and kind. Like every ordinary father, he is the most obedient.

Wife's words.

But,

Why?

"Ah, ah, ah-!"

It's not like a human cry.

Cries of extreme despair.

A tearing cry.

Braised pork and prawns were still on the table. Su Mingan had only moved a few chopsticks before, and the aroma of wine floated in the air. The calendar on the wall was stuck on three days ago, and there were a few half-drawn pieces of paper on the cabinet.

, the color of gouache is bright and bright.

In the photo, a simple and honest middle-aged man is holding a girl, and his beautiful wife is standing next to him. The teddy bear in the girl's hand seems to be smiling.

But, why.

Why……?

Su Mingan covered her with a white cloth and suddenly heard a cry that was so terrifying that it was not humanoid.

"Su Xiaobai." Shang Qi grabbed Su Ming'an's hand: "Let's run away."

Su Mingan looked up and saw that the black spots on the old woman at the door were rapidly expanding, covering her cheeks in an instant.

Negative emotions intensify everything.

Black Mist, Xenomorphs, including the Black Mist disease associated with them.

Therefore, people are always asked to smile.

But if you can't even smile...

"Back! Back!" the guards screamed, raising their guns.

The old woman was holding the painting tools in her arms and still crying.

"Xiaoyong, Xiaoyong..."

In an instant, tentacles sprouted from her body. Her Black Mist Disease was intensified, reaching an advanced stage, and began to mutate. She finally embarked on the same path as her son.

The guards aimed their guns at her without hesitation, and flames spurted out. The mutant could not reverse it and could only end his life.

"You-" Su Mingan stretched out his hand.

stop.

Don't do this again.

Special medicines that have been delayed, epidemic areas that have been abandoned, countless people struggling with the disease——

Repeating this reincarnation, repeating this pain.

again and again.

Well-dressed beasts take other people's lives as a matter of course. The media can't see it, and netizens think it doesn't exist, whitewashing the quiet days.

Five years of hoarse shouting, the pain of killing a son with his own hands, the blood and tears of the old man - the truth and response that people have been chasing with all their strength, are buried in the dust with the withered laughter, and no one can see the blood.

——If the night will not light up, how can the deep-rooted darkness be shaken?

——If the dawn never comes, how can we save the sheep in the rain?

"wait--"

Su Mingan stretched out her hand towards grandma.

do not do that.

...You haven't waited for the truth about your daughter-in-law.

…You have not yet learned what your son suffered in the Ark Project.

...You haven't...yet lived with your granddaughter.

He saw the wrinkles on her face move slightly, and she turned her head, grinning at him among the tentacles all over her body, and smiled.

Silver hair fluttered on the side of her face, like sheep's down. Her pupils were dim in color, but he could see his clear reflection.

"You are a brave boy..."

she says.

"Thank you……"

Thank you for pretending to be my son and letting my son eat the last prawn.

Thank you... for complimenting my food on how delicious it is.

I know, you kid,

You want to save me.

Thank you for your young and sincere hearts, and thank you for seeing an old lady like me. As long as there are people like you in this world, justice will never die.

Thank you, really... thank you very much.

next moment,

Gunshots rang out and blood splattered everywhere. The unfinished building finally began to collapse due to the vibration. Bricks were smashed down crazily, and the guards immediately retreated.

"It's going to collapse! Retreat! Retreat!" they screamed.

Down in the living room, the old woman was wearing the red flower jacket that her son had given her, leaning on a family portrait and half-used painting tools, and closed her eyes.

Her whole body was covered with bullet marks, and the blood completely stained her flower jacket.

She did not escape or heal her wounds.

Like her son, she closed her eyes, clutching the golden Citizen's Medal of Honor on her chest, and repeatedly twirled her son's face in the photo with her fingers.

Su Mingan hugged his granddaughter and jumped from the balcony. The last thing he saw was a huge wall brick covering her white hair.

The prawns on the table were knocked over and fell to the ground amid dust and buzzing.

……grandmother.

He opened his eyes and saw that pale color completely disappearing from his eyes.

For a moment, he seemed to smell the plum wine of his childhood again, and his eyes felt hot, as if something had fallen.

The heavy rain washed away everything.

"Dad, grandma... are they dead?"

The little girl in her arms choked with sobs.

Su Mingan hugged her and wiped away the tears on her face.

He whispered in her ear.

"...'They' will not die."
Chapter completed!