In the end, Lin Sanjiu had to use her [Mechanical Hand] to poke the face a few times and pull it out from the gap. Pu's head tumbled out of the window and hit the ground with a loud thud.
Within a few seconds, even the few posthumans who had been muttering "Ordinary people have mutated! Ordinary people have mutated!" had quietened down. Someone lit up a lighting device to dispel the darkness in the city. Layers upon layers of people surrounded the area. Everyone's gaze was focused on the head of the person who had been illuminated.
If it weren't for the fact that the skin texture, blood vessels, and hair were real, it would look like a rubber mask.
Lin Sanjiu flipped the head over. From the back of the head, before the neck could even be touched, there was an irregular cut by something. However, there was no trace of blood on the torn human skin. It was soft, as if it was a thin skin that had been sucked dry of juice.
There was nothing inside except for a broken piece of bone that was barely supporting the shape of a human head.
"It's true. They really —"
The female posthuman who said that normal people mutated was interrupted by Eight Headed Druid's angry roar before she could finish her sentence.
"Don't spout irresponsible words!" He was really angry now. His wide face turned slightly red. "What do you mean normal people mutated? They live on high ground and don't come into contact with the smog. How did they mutate? Why did they mutate? Besides, look at this. Does this look like a duoluozhong? "
He was famous in Fanjia City and he was a responsible person. Therefore, everyone quieted down and allowed his voice to reverberate through the city. "The situation is obvious. Pu is a victim. His body and brain were eaten by something. That's why he became like this. Could it be that there is something that mutated and killed itself first? Instead of making a ruckus and spouting nonsense, why don't we look for the thing that is hunting us in Fanjia City? "
Lin Sanjiu straightened her body and looked behind her. She realized that Octopus' audience was divided into two distinct groups. There were three to five posthumans standing alone on one side, and on the other side, there were more than ten normal people gathered together tightly.
"That's right. Who said that we've mutated?" A middle-aged woman said indignantly. She stretched out an arm, rolled up her sleeve, and patted her skin twice. "How am I not a human? Look, where's the problem? You posthumans should be protecting Fanjia City. You shouldn't do this to us … "
"There are many ways to mutate," Zhong Qing suddenly said, "Let's not talk about other things, but for a snake, molting is a normal phenomenon."
The Eight-Headed De's glare at him could almost pierce him several times.
"I'm sorry. I'm just an outsider," Zhong Qing said, shaking his head. "I'm not responsible for Fanjia City, nor have I enjoyed the benefits of Fanjia City. I'm just telling the truth. It doesn't make any difference to me whether it's an ordinary person or not, but I have to find out in order to protect myself. "
"We didn't mutate," another normal person spoke.
Another ordinary person spoke up. He was a middle-aged man with a full beard. He wasn't talking to Zhong Qing, but to another posthuman living in Fanjia City. "Last month, you needed to build a wall for your house. I got someone to do it for you. After that, we had a drink together. You even lost two Fog Balls to me while playing cards. Did you forget? Now, I mutated. Did I start mutating after playing cards, or did I mutate while playing cards? "
The male posthuman with a long braid was embarrassed. He didn't even look at Lin Sanjiu. He only said in a low voice, "I know you didn't mutate. I'm not saying that you …"
Eight Headed Druid seemed to have found something he had been looking for. He immediately said, "Looking at the situation now, normal people are the victims. How can you call the missing and dead people as the murderers? We live together and cooperate with each other. We can't live without each other. Without them, we can't even eat and drink water, let alone repair and build. Without us and our abilities, normal people can't fight against the duoluozhong. It's also hard for them to survive in the mountains. We are one. If there's a problem, how can we start with our own people? "
His words were reasonable. As expected of someone in this line of work, his tone was sincere and his words were sincere. As expected, he managed to convince everyone and the atmosphere became less tense.
"I … I can't believe that they really mutated …" The female posthuman changed her words, feeling a little embarrassed. "There are a lot of rumors recently. Ahem, I don't know who to believe."
"Of course not," the middle-aged woman laughed. "If you don't believe me, you can come to my place for a meal. You can see if a mutated person can cook as well as I do."
The female posthuman felt even more embarrassed. She smiled and said, "Sure." Lin Sanjiu swept her gaze across the crowd and noticed that the bearded man was looking at the middle-aged woman's arm a few times. He seemed a little puzzled.
The middle-aged woman also felt his gaze. She turned to look at him, puzzled. The bearded man snapped out of his daze and smiled at her.
"Everyone, take a rest. We obviously have something that hunts humans," Eight Headed Druid said. He gave Zhong Qing a warning look before he continued, "Let's leave this matter to the posthumans. If you guys are worried about your safety, you can find a posthuman to accompany you. "
"It would be great if we can arrange a system," the bearded man was not slow. He was immediately inspired, "For example, a posthuman and two or three normal people. This way, they can supervise and protect each other. Both sides can be at ease …"
"That's a good idea. We can discuss it over the radio tomorrow." Seeing that the situation did not escalate, Eight Headed Druid heaved a sigh of relief. "Now, you guys can go back and rest."
When the crowd dispersed, they were still discussing in low voices. Eight Headed Druid frowned as he stood there, deep in thought. The bearded man did not leave. He seemed to be waiting for a chance to speak to Eight Headed Druid alone. When most of the people had left, he coughed and cleared his throat.
Eight Headed Druid looked at him. "What's wrong?"
"I'm a little worried that today's incident will spread like wildfire," the bearded man looked at the ground. The bearded uncle looked at the ground. Pu's head had already been put into the bag by the Eight Headed Druid. The ground was empty. "I have always believed that honesty is the best policy. The truth is the best defense against rumors. If we let people spread it by word of mouth, no one knows what will happen. You've done a lot for Fan Jia City, and everyone trusts you … Can you please tell us the whole story on the show tomorrow? That would help to calm everyone down. "
Even though he was a normal person, he was quite knowledgeable. Eight Headed Druid listened to him and nodded. The two of them discussed the details and the matter was settled.
After the bearded man left, Eight Headed Druid's eyes were filled with worry. After he blocked "Hawaii" with a rope, he called out to Lin Sanjiu and Zhong Qing, "Let's go to the other side of the wall to see if there are any clues. I don't know if the family next door is affected. They can't hear us even if we call them."
Obviously, he was not satisfied with Zhong Qing. On the way there, he ordered Zhong Qing to stop talking nonsense, "You can talk to me in private if you have no evidence. Why do you have to say it in front of normal people?"
As he spoke, he seemed to be unable to withstand the pressure and anxiety in his heart. He suddenly let out a sigh and wiped his face.
"You might not understand what it means to me, but I hope you can pay attention to it for my sake."
Zhong Qing nodded in silence.
It seemed that Eight Headed Druid was wholeheartedly protecting Fan Jia City. In an apocalyptic world, this was a rare and strange mentality. No matter how well he protected Fan Jia City, he would be teleported away after 14 months. Even if he could get a visa to wander the clouds, who knew if he could use it to survive? What was the point of protecting Fan Jia City?
Or could it be that he's the same as me? Only when he's with his companions can he feel alive? Lin Sanjiu thought that if she had the luck to connect all her friends to Exodus, she would definitely be like Eight Headed Druid and worry about everyone's affairs every day.
She really wished she could have the chance to worry about them.
Lin Sanjiu did not know if she would live to see that day in her life. Everyone would live together on the airship, chatting, playing cards, quarreling, voting to decide their next destination … It was a distant dream that seemed impossible to come true.
While her dream was still a dream, she was willing to help Eight Headed Druid so that he could continue to live in Fan Jia City with his friends, chatting, drinking, and broadcasting. When they entered the city, they received chewing gum from passersby.
Most of the people who had gathered near Apoo's house before dispersing later lived on both sides of the road. As the three of them walked along the road, they saw a few familiar faces. Most of them were still awake, so Ba Tou De was greeted by many people along the way.
The middle-aged woman was standing beside a shelf of junk and talking to a few of her neighbors. When they walked past, Lin Sanjiu recalled the glimpse she had taken just now. She couldn't help looking at the middle-aged woman's arm, just like the bearded man.
'What did the bearded man see? ' Lin Sanjiu thought. The woman's arm, which was wrapped in a gray sleeve, looked normal. It even moved from side to side as she spoke.
As the thought flashed through her mind, Lin Sanjiu walked over. Coincidentally, she saw the male posthuman with the dreadlocks talking to another person in a low voice. His house seemed to be a Special Item, a green barrel. It filled one side of the city road. When he saw Lin Sanjiu and her group, he immediately stopped talking and nodded to them as a greeting.
Lin Sanjiu heard his last sentence clearly. "How long has it been since a duoluozhong appeared in Fan Jia City …" Lin Sanjiu didn't know what he was going to say after that, but she noticed one thing.
The person who was talking to the dreadlocks was also a posthuman. The people who were talking to the middle-aged woman were all normal people.
Since Lin Sanjiu noticed it, Eight Headed Druid must have noticed it as well. There wasn't a single posthuman talking to a normal person on this section of the city road.
Eight Headed Druid's face was gloomy. He didn't say a word and continued to lead the two of them forward. In front of them was the crack in the ceiling. There was usually a ladder under the crack to make it easier for normal people to climb up and down. When they were about to climb up the ladder, someone in the city road let out a soft "Ah!"
The "Ah" was very soft, but for some reason, it made the three of them stop in their tracks.
It wasn't a sound of fear or excitement. Instead, it was a sound that slipped out of one's throat when one saw something incomprehensible, just like the bearded man's puzzled gaze.
When Lin Sanjiu turned her head, she saw the middle-aged woman on the left stretch out her hand. As if she was tired from standing and was looking for something to lean on, her arm stretched across the ten-meter wide city road and leaned against the wall on the right.
The posthuman who was combing his hair looked up at the arm in the air. The comb fell from his hand.
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