The sky is still blazing red aurora, and it seems that it will never dissipate. But their light is much weaker than a year ago. At least when the sun sets and after night, the world finally becomes dim - every piece of gravel reflects a faint light, just like there is a huge neon light above the ruins.

The ruins of Zamboanga have been surrounded by a long isolation wall. There are soldiers responsible for patroling and densely arranged fires - although the light they emit is not as bright as searchlights, they can still illuminate the area more than ten meters outside the wall.

Now this place has become a key object of protection and has also become the focus of competition between human forces and various forces.

Humans tried to search continuously in this ruins to find traces of species and Li Zhen’s remnants, and one of species—or their agents, the door of truth, is also doing this.

Perhaps there has never been such a group in human history - "human traitor". This is the name given to the members of the Gate of Truth.

No one knows how they survived in the species-bearing areas, just as people cannot understand why there was a group of people calling themselves "voting people" and making up their minds to kill the rulers and masters of the earth, and then establish the so-called "Garden of Eden".

Almost every few weeks there will be alien species - those humans who awaken again after alienation, and have regained their intelligence lurking into this area, and then secretly trying to find something. Ordinary soldiers seem a little powerless in front of this creature - although they are just mutants whose bodies have been strengthened to the peak, both their high speed and huge force make these people very difficult to deal with.

Therefore, fierce fighting often unfolds in this ruin. The only blessing is that humans have a "prophet" here.

A prophet who persistently believed that the man was not dead yet, and was determined to save him from somewhere.

Although she didn't seem to be powerful, in the hearts of the local garrison she was not only a prophet who could command them to efficiently pursue the enemy, but also the general's close lover.

In fact, when many local people mention the word "general", the first thing people think of is the huge figure that appeared in the city of Zamboanga on the day when panic came.

Whether it is because of the stimulation of the imperial propaganda machine or the word of mouth that others are full of gratitude, at least in the area near Zamboanga, that word has become the exclusive synonym for that person.

Today is the 371st day after the Zamboanga incident. Although the anniversary festival has passed, after nightfall, there are sporadic civilians coming from afar and putting the candles or bouquets in their hands on a flat ground not far from the Zamboanga protective wall.

It is said that this was an artillery position a year ago - after the artillery soldiers eliminated the huge species, they paid tribute to the general from afar.

The local defenders acquiesced to this behavior of people - even though they have actually stepped into the military restricted area.

It was already nine:45 in the evening, and it seemed that the last person had left.

The soldier who had been paying close attention to the movements of the crowd under the wall breathed a sigh of relief, tilted his head slightly at the sentinel point, relaxing the tight muscles on his neck. The ground dozens of meters away from him had been covered with candlelight, and the light was like a group of lights on the wall, which made him feel a little regain the feeling he had been a year ago - at that time, the searchlight was turned on, and the surface was as bright as day, and even a mouse could see it clearly when he ran over.

But even during this slightly relaxed moment, a little noise suddenly appeared behind him.

He immediately clenched the gun, stepped onto the other side of the wall and looked down-

A cat.

A flower cat looked at him on the ruins of the stones, and his eyes reflected the light of the light and flashed fluorescently.

The sentry was startled by it and then laughed and scolded: "Little thing!"

This ruin once had no vitality, but as time goes by, there are more and more wild animals. However, there are no plants and trees here, and even insects are rarely seen. I really don’t know what good things this raccoon cat can find.

So the sentry ignored it and turned around.

The raccoon lowered his head and licked his right sole, then licked his left sole, then simply sat down on the stone, washed his face with his two front paws, and scratched his ears.

Then it stretched, jumped lightly, and walked forward along the road with a serious expression.

This cat rushed in while opening the "city gate" one time - as a stray cat, it certainly knew that there would be a lot of food in places where humans live, but the raccoon cat miscalculated this time.

Inside the city walls, there are also ruins. Humans live in some places, but humans in uniforms do not create a large amount of domestic waste like ordinary people and dump a lot of leftovers. Their living conditions are as deep and stiff as their uniforms, and they look unkind.

The raccoon knew that somewhere would be someone cooking food and distributed it to all parts of the city at a fixed time. However, there were several military dogs there. Those big guys disturbed it, so it instinctively avoided it.

So far, the raccoon cat has not found food for three consecutive days and feels hungry. So instinct drives it to deeper into a city that has not been discovered on a large scale by humans, in order to get unexpected gains.

It suddenly stopped and looked to one side alertly.

There was a whole piece of slightly larger concrete, and the rusty steel bars were exposed. But in the shadow next to the soil...

There is a noise.

It lowered its body and walked over carefully, staring at the deep darkness with wide eyes.

With a clamor, a small piece of stone chips fell down.

The raccoon cat jumped gently, moved its four claws to one side lightly, and let out a low roar. The short hair on its body stood up, and now it looked bigger.

But the thing in the shadow didn't respond to it. Instead, it moved slightly again.

The raccoon cat approached tentatively and stretched out his right claw.

The other party did not get angry.

So it became bolder and used its left claw to pluck it.

The thing got out.

A small ball of pale white thing, which looks soft, like marshmallows—but not bigger than the eyeballs of the raccoon.

The size of the prey made the fur of the flower cat become squinting again. It squatted in front of the thing, tilted its head, looked at it with concentration for a while, and then used its two front paws to slap the ball.

The ball of "marshmallow" slowly changed its shape, like a small ball of colorful clouds.

The cat became excited. After fiddling for a while, it lowered its head on the ground, looked at each other with two big eyes, and then jumped around it like a rushing prey, causing dust to fly on the ground.

The raccoon cat played for two minutes. During this period, the thing just moved slowly and ignored it.

Without the cooperation of prey, the raccoon cat gradually became quiet. It suddenly stopped and looked at the thing for a while, lowered its head and ate it in one bite.

The belly warmed up suddenly, and the cat felt that his body was full of strength again.

It sat back and opened its mouth and yawned, washed its face again, and ran to the distance with brisk steps.

Half an hour later, it saw a glimmer of light.

It was a small simple house with soft lights on the window. The house was just outside the crowded place, and it looked like it was "living in a group" - even if it was more than ten meters away from the nearest soldier camp on duty.

Light represents warmth. It ran over and jumped onto the window sill with the help of its retreating elastic force.

So I met the girl inside.

At the moment, Zhang Kesong was sitting on the table and writing a letter. It was not her personal letter, but a detailed report about the skeleton excavated today.

Tomorrow, a special car will send the letters from the city together, transport them to a nearby base, and send them to the Empire by a modified jet plane. But she was excited, and three typos appeared on a piece of paper. So she angrily kneaded the report into a ball, rubbed her eyes, and looked out the window.

It turned out that there was a cat there.

A flower cat with a pretty fur color seems to have just come out of someone's house.

The little thing looked at her motionlessly, without running away or other movements. Zhang Kesong's previous depression disappeared because he saw it, so he tried to stand up slowly - the raccoon cat just retreated slightly.

So she leaned over to the window and opened one. Before the cat ran away, she just raised her little claw slightly.

Zhang Kesong picked up the canned lunch meat on the table that was about to come to the bottom, shook it at the window, and whispered: "Come on."

The raccoon sniffed and looked at Zhang Kesong seriously, with his expression as if he was considering something major about the existence of the universe.

After more than ten seconds, it made a decision. Slowly, step by step, and sniffed the wet nose at the opening of the can. So Zhang Kesong placed the can on the table, sat down and pulled out a brand new piece of letter paper, and continued to write.

After a while, she heard a gentle "click" sound. The raccoon cat jumped lightly onto the table, and the black hair on the tip of the tail was raised and swept across her letter paper.

Kesong did not look up, but just smiled slightly.

When she finished the last line of the report with peace of mind, it was already ten:40 pm.

The raccoon hurried on her desk and made a slight purr. He moved from time to time, burying his head in his two small claws. Zhang Kesong sealed the envelope, covered it with an urgent seal, pulled up the window, and reached out to touch the raccoon's body.

The little thing has shiny hair and is extremely heated, like a small stove.

She felt her lower abdomen hurt again, so she hugged the cat on her legs. The cat opened her eyes a slit and looked at her impatiently, letting her knead herself into a ball.

Then Zhang Kesong closed his eyes and breathed a long sigh.

One year and four days.

However, she never believed that Li Zhen would actually die. Just as she didn't believe before, Li Zhen would be a traitor.

How ridiculous - a group of ulterior motives forced him to stay away from his hometown and could not return home, and he also put a hat of shame on him. However, the power dispute had not yet ended, and the second aurora appeared. At the same time, there were national panic, news of the demise of the Pacific Fleet, and the terrible species of Zamboanga.

The threat of war and destruction changed a lot of things - domestic struggles are like two children entangled with each other. Once the curtain is pulled away by unknown forces, they find themselves on the battlefield where blood and flames are splashing, everything that has ever become insignificant.

Because of the nuclear weapon they regard as the treasure, the strategic strike force has lost its effect.

Ying Ren told her about the reaction of the domestic reaction after the species of Zamboanga was eliminated - first there was panic.

Human beings have lost the power to destroy cities and lands, but an incomplete awakening species can create a wave of millions of refugees. Even though the transmission of messages of complete paralysis of electronic devices becomes lagging behind, this matter is still known to the public under the promotion of those who are interested.

Then there was a large-scale protest - under the strong and powerful rule of the empire, a city in the Philippines was devastatingly damaged while the military did nothing... This news made most people dissatisfied with them, and at the same time they felt deeply worried about their situation.

What happened on the other side of the Pacific Ocean cannot be hidden, nor what Li Zhen did.

Therefore, under this pressure, the dispute between the two bases was finally suppressed. In order to calm people's fear and dissatisfaction...

The victim was pushed onto the stage.

Creating a hero can always effectively soothe people's trauma and reshape people's messages, but...

In her opinion, this was just another insult. How could he be happy to see what he did be used by that kind of person?

The cat's purring in his arms became louder and louder, and Zhang Kesong opened his eyes.

Two patrol soldiers walked past the window, and the sky was still in a blood-red color.

She frowned slightly, put the cat on the table and stood up and walked outside the door.

I always feel that something is wrong.

She felt irritated and a feeling of depression accumulated in her chest. Although there are many statements that can explain her current abnormality - such as menstrual period, such as finding the skeleton suspected to be Kyuki Kitagawa during the day...

However, I still feel panicked.
To be continued...