MTL - Vanguard of the Eternal Night-Chapter 84

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Huai Lin woke up fiercely, and there seemed to be a **** smell in his mouth. The hunch of death could not be covered in his heart.

The room was very dark. When he opened his eyes, he reached for the gun.

I didn't touch it for a long time. Huai Lin was smeared in the bed for a while, grabbed a metal object of similar size, and when she was loose, she fell again.

Huai Lin thought: "The seventh day", how long will this night last? Is it no longer dawn? Yeah, it’s not very interesting to be alive. There is no material for the bullets on hand. I will use the last bullet in a while... I will die.

Thinking about it, he touched the gun with cherished love.

Well, the touch is smooth, bumpy, etc... A bumpy gun? !

Huai Lin: "..."

Huai Lin slammed up and sat up, looking at the things in her hands in horror with a faint light.

What is this stuff -

What is the hand of Li Bo Li?

Huai Lin jumped down from the bed and threw Bo Lili’s hand in a slap in the face, like a scorpion, slamming on the wall, and finally hit the switch.

With a bang, the room was bright.

Huai Lin was wearing a short bird-like hair, sitting on the edge of the bed and staring at her bedroom with a pair of round eyes.

The bright glass shelves are filled with cool hands and weapons, and a large medieval statue is held in the corner. On the ceiling, the left half is attached to the portrait of the emperor Reinhart of the Milky Way, and the right half is the female version of King Arthur Saber.

Facing Huai Lin is a computer. From the reflection of the black lacquered screen, Huai Lin saw her image at the moment.

"what--!!!"

Huai Lin rushed forward with great excitement, touching her own figure and touching her head.

"My hair! My ‘king symbol’! I’ve never had a hair since my 20th birthday –!!!”

With a tear in her eyes, Huailin ran for 30 laps in her bedroom, slammed down on the wooden floor and looked up at the ceiling, staring at Reinhardt and Saber.

After a while, he calmed down a bit, stunnedly grabbed the hand that had just been thrown to the ground, and looked at the expressionless face of Libo, so he kissed a big pass and said incoherently: "I can dream." Going back so long ago... The goddess took me away and took me to death... It’s okay for human extinction! I am going to die in this dream! Wow hahahaha!"

Then I began to express my feelings and confessed my long-lost hands, one by one, and made a lot of noise in the middle of the night.

If you don't live in a separate villa, you should have been smashed by your neighbors.

A few minutes later, Huai Lin made crazy enough in the house, slammed the curtains open, opened the balcony door... Suddenly, she was completely stupid.

The cold wind of December came in and made him a chill.

Outside the house suddenly opened up, a whole galaxy hanging high in the sky, arching the moon, the lights of the world are like a galaxy on the ground, bordering this quiet night sky.

The world of Huailin seems to have not been so bright for a long time.

Behind every such lamp, there should be a living person who can talk to him friendlyly, not to die inexplicably, no, not to fight for a little food, not to let him live alive. Suddenly there is only one person left...

Huai Lin suddenly calmed down, staring at the sky, slowly, his legs lost strength and fell to the balcony.

Because of the tremors, there were countless goose bumps, scalp numbness, nose and hair, and tears in the eyes came out uncontrollably, and the throat choked and could not make a cry.

"Dreaming still... can I cry?" he whispered.

"Don't leave me alone..." he sobbed.

"I am so hard... oh ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah." He was moved to cry.

This is December 24, 2033, at 3:00 am.

From the end of the day, there are still three hours left.

Huai Lin opened all the lights in the house, sitting alone on the stairs, holding Pikachu pillow in her arms, her eyes were dull.

"I was born again and returned to the 'first day', or suddenly more memories of the next few years, or just had a dream? So true should not be a dream..."

"But I can't live to live without wanting to live. I'm fed up with this last day. Why should I come back again? God is playing me, why don't you choose a powerful person to be born again, maybe you can change it? In the future, find hope that humanity can survive; but I chose nothing, I will not..."

Huai Lin thought for a long time on and off. The thinking was barely running. When I turned my head, I just saw the sticker on the wall next to it - the big snake pill.

“‘It’s meaningless to live, but only if you live, you can find something happy.’... is it?”

Huai Lin muttered a sentence and slowly stood up.

Christmas gave the maid a vacation, the family was very empty, and Huai Lin began collecting the existing materials alone.

He is a true loner. He has no family and friends. He has not been to school for a long time, and he is not interested in outdoor activities. The biggest hobby is playing games~www.novelbuddy.com~ chasing anime.

But this does not mean that he is a waste house.

On the contrary, he is a technical house, a handmade emperor.

No matter what technology, as long as it reaches a certain level, you can easily support yourself. From this point of view, it is a good thing for Huai Lin to be a biased person without the jurisdiction of the traditional parents of the flower country and the school work schedule.

From a very young age, he does not have to rely on the support of the nominal guardian, the "father of the righteousness", to rely on his own hand-made crops to eat. After the high-end hand-made circle has mixed up its reputation, it is even more like a fish, and one or two customizations per month can sometimes cost tens of thousands.

He can survive after the end of the world, and the greatest cost is this kind of craft.

- or, more specifically, the craft of making a gun.

Guns, in the flower country is strictly subject to the jurisdiction, so that everyone in the end of the world are seeking a weapon and not available; Huai Lin has the skills of making a gun by the law, that is, he is a technical house that can not be resisted by his shoulders. One of the reasons for living to the end.

Now, Huai Lin is checking what she has at home.

Put the most important part into the suitcase, and the second one will move to the door and prepare to put it in the car.

In order to live in the last days -

The first thing is food. As an a house, he is used to hoarding various snacks. The aunt and chef who is employed at home also has a lot of staple food in the refrigerator.

Huailin uses electronic scales and calculators to add and subtract. The calories of all these foods are about 25,000 kcal, which can support him to live for about ten days, which is because he has less activity and less consumption. If you add possible movements in the last days (such as running away), the heat is only a week long.

Followed by water, the reserves of drinking water are slightly better than food. Because of the inconvenience of transportation, the family often has a few buckets. Now it is roughly seen and can support drinking for 30 days.

Once again, clothing, drugs, weapons, and daily necessities.

After the end of the world, the temperature difference between day and night is extremely great. When the cold is cold, the temperature in the tropics can reach minus 30 degrees. Down jackets must be brought.

There is only one small first aid kit for the medicine in the house. It is a regular cold medicine, a fever medicine, an analgesic medicine, and Yunnan white medicine and bandages. Huai Lin wrote a note in the notebook: penicillin! penicillin!

Weapons are not available now, and there are not many things like the fruit knife. This is one of Huai Lin’s most painful realizations.

He then stuffed the box into his own toolbox, which contained a full set of portable crafts and a self-designed mini-bed - previously used for small hands.

Finally, various kinds of batteries, toilet paper, toothbrush and other daily necessities were stuffed into the box, and Huailin found that there was still a gap left.

He scanned the home, what else is there to bring?

The last time, in this place, he was stuffed with a set of kitchen knives and a knife model that had not been edged; this time, his gaze returned to his display rack.

"Everyone, I haven't seen you for a long time."

Huai Lin smiled and sat in front of the exhibition stand. He said that he had cherished his hand for ten years, but all of them were discarded. "Before I took away the food and drink, but did not take it away. Nothing happened. It’s only in the desperate situation that people have no comfort, they will die desperately, and it’s even more ugly than starvation and thirst death...”

"A lot of nights, I rely on everyone's words to support. Thank you!" Huai Lin said sincerely.

then……

Then he lost his hand again.

Huai Lin turned around and started looking for books from the shelves that had not been moved for many years.

Because he has relied on self-study for many years, professional collections are quite rich.

He first took the book with various drawings, then the information about various manufacturing industries, and all the useful maps, then the books of chemistry, agriculture, weather, electronics, biology, and even " How to domesticate your dog.

In this way, the suitcase is almost the same, Huai Lin thought about it, and added two thin music scores.

When the suitcase was buckled, the time has come to 5:45.

Huai Lin turned off the lights, leaving only a glimpse of the workbench and looking back and forth at a set of bullet molds.

Before the end of the world, he tried to make firearms, but did not make a qualified product in the standard sense, but the matching mold of the 58th bullet can be used normally. Of course, it is too late to make a shell. There are still more than a dozen empty shells left in the past.

Using this last preparation time, Huai Lin carefully polished and reworked the shell, loaded the primer and inspected it.

He didn't have a gun, but he waited for the man with the gun to break in again.

Huai Lin knew that the person would come at dawn, so I was very happy at night.

On the morning of December 24, sunny, 6:15.

Huai Lin sat on the suitcase and held more than a dozen bullets in her hand to play back and forth, groaning and making a strange noise.

Different from the last tension, anxiety, and horror, this time he was very happy.

For the coming days, he was a little tired and looking forward to it.