Turning, he stretched out his left hand, pinched the scavenger's right hand holding the knife, clenched his right hand into a fist, and slammed a straight fist straight into the scavenger's chest.

The same move, without any changes, the difference is that the person facing this punch has changed from a sweeper to a scavenger.

This was the natural response of Number 47 when it was threatened.

Xia Qingqing's shouting was directed at No. 47, which was obviously telling No. 47 not to hurt the scavenger who was sneaking up behind him.

No. 47's fist stopped on the scavenger's chest, and then looked at Xia Qingqing suspiciously.

"He's my brother!" Xia Qingqing saw No. 47's fist stop, and quickly explained loudly.

Number 47 let go of the grip on the scavengers.

"Sister, why are you hurt? Who is he?" The scavenger said loudly as he kneaded his aching wrist.

"I was wounded by a gunshot, and he saved me!"

The younger brother looked at No. 47 with some confusion.

"Didn't he torture you just now?"

"It's not!"

Xia Qingqing turned to No. 47 and said, "This is my brother, he misunderstood you! And what did you just give me to drink?"

No. 47: "Level 3 nutrient solution, which can speed up the repair of your injuries"

"Ahh

Number 47 looked at his brother with some confusion.

Xia Qingqing explained: "My brother's leg was crippled by a sweeper!"

Number 47 is not talking.

After Xia Qingqing finished explaining to No. 47, he called out to his younger brother: "Do you want to attract all the other sweepers?"

When the younger brother heard Xia Qingqing's voice, he immediately stopped shouting, and then walked back with an axe to look at No. 47, and whispered, "Did he kill the sweeper?"

"Hmm!"

After hearing Xia Qingqing's answer, the younger brother looked at No. 47 and said with a softened face: "Thank you for saving my sister, you can actually kill the sweeper, it's amazing! I'm sorry just now, I misunderstood you! My name is Xia Yujun, it's nice to meet you?"

At this time, Xia Qingqing spoke: "My house is in front!"

No. 47 stepped forward and picked up Xia Qingqing.

Xia Yujun said with concern on the side: "Sister, are you so seriously injured, do you need someone to carry you away?"

"Don't talk nonsense, lead the way in front," Xia Qingqing said to his younger brother.

"Oh!" Xia Yujun immediately picked up the machete on the ground, and then led the way in front, while walking, he looked at No. 47 who was holding his sister with some confusion.

I walked more than 100 meters, turned a corner, and arrived home.

This is a building that has been half collapsed by the bombing, but fortunately, half of it has not collapsed, and Xia Qingqing and his brother live in the other half of the room that has not collapsed.

Walking into the house, there is a large bed in the corner, and there is a burning fire next to it, and a kettle hangs from the fire.

No. 47 came into the house, his hands moving slightly.

Xia Qingqing immediately felt the action of No. 47, and Xia Qingqing, who had been thrown once, knew that No. 47 was going to throw himself to the ground again, so he immediately shouted: "Wait!"

No. 47 stopped his movements and looked down at Xia Qingqing.

Xia Qingqing pointed to the bed in the corner of the wall and said, "Can you put me on the bed!"

"Okay!"

No. 47 walked to the side of the bed and threw Xia Qingqing onto the bed with both hands.

At this time, Xia Yujun walked over with a cup of hot water.

"Do you want water?"

"Okay!" Forty-Seven took the glass.

Xia Qingqing took out a chicken leg from the backpack on his chest on the bed and handed it to No. 47 and said, "This is for you!"

No. 47 took the chicken leg and sat on the edge of the bed and bit it.

Next to him, Xia Yujun's eyes lit up when he looked at the chicken legs, and then looked at Xia Qingqing.

"Anything else?"

Xia Qingqing took out half a piece of bread from his arms and handed it to Xia Yujun.

"Give"

Xia Yujun's face was happy, so he took the bread and said while stuffing it into his mouth: "Sister, you are really eccentric!"

Xia Qingqing immediately put his face on the plate and said: "Bowl, compression rod!"

"Oh!" Xia Yujun walked to a small cabinet as he ate his bread.

I took a plastic bowl from the cabinet, and then took out a compression rod about ten centimeters long with a finger thickness from my arms!

With both hands worshipping hard, the compression rod was split into two halves, Xia Yujun threw half of the compression rod into the bowl, and put the other half back into his arms.

Then he poured hot water into the bowl.

The half-section of the compression rod began to expand at a rate visible to the naked eye under the immersion of hot water, filling the entire bowl in the blink of an eye.

Xia Qingqing took the bowl handed over by his younger brother, and then put the bowl in front of No. 47 and said, "This is also for you!"

"Sister!" Seeing that his sister gave the bowl to No. 47, Xia Yujun immediately shouted.

"What's it called!" Xia Qingqing reprimanded.

Hearing Xia Qingqing's voice, Xia Yujun glared at No. 47 fiercely, and then ran to a corner and sat down.

No. 47 picked up the bowl and looked at the white swelling in the bowl, and messages appeared in front of him.

"Carbohydrate detected"

"Technology Matching ......"

"Consistent with Biotechnology No. 178!"

“……”

"Where did this come from?" asked Number 47.

Hearing No. 47's question, Qingqing looked at No. 47 with some confusion: "Don't you know what can be exchanged in the shelter?"

"Where's the Vault?"

"To the north?"

Number 47 stood up and was about to go outside.

"Are you going now?"

"Yes"

Xia Qingqing hurriedly grabbed No. 47's arm and said, "Now it's dark, the shelter has been closed, you can't go in now, and it's very dangerous to go outside at night!"

No. 47 was stunned for a moment, and then started to do it again by the bedside.

"Aren't you going to eat?" Xia Qingqing saw that No. 47, who was sitting next to him, didn't mean to take the bowl.

"I don't have an appetite for synthetic food!" replied 47.

When Xia Qingqing heard this, he reached out and picked up the bowl, and directly grabbed the food in the bowl with his hand and ate it, and said while eating: "Who are you? Are you a person who came down from heaven? I heard that those people in heaven never eat compression sticks."

Over there, Xia Yujun also looked at No. 47 curiously when he heard his sister's words.

"You're from heaven?"

"No," replied Number 47.

"Oh!" Xia Yujun was a little disappointed.

Xia Qingqing quickly ate the food, threw the bowl aside, and then looked at No. 47 and said, "Do you want to sleep?"

"To"

After No. 47 finished speaking, he lay on the bed, next to Xia Qingqing.

Xia Qingqing moved his body inside with great difficulty, and then said to Xia Yujun who was standing aside: "What are you staring at, you come to sleep in the middle"

"Oh!" Xia Yujun heard his sister's words, and immediately climbed into the middle of the bed, squeezing No. 47 hard, squeezing for a while but finding that No. 47 did not move at all no matter how hard he worked, and after a while, Xia Yujun, who was tired of squeezing, slowly closed his eyes.

Xia Qingqing slowly closed her eyes at this time, a tattered quilt was pulled to her chest, her hand tightly hugged the backpack on her chest, and gradually fell asleep.

…………

"Qingqing, look at what Mom has brought you?" a voice appeared in Xia Qingqing's ears.

This voice made Xia Qingqing feel very kind.

A little girl reached out with a dirty little hand and took a lollipop from a scarred hand.

The little girl put the lollipop in her mouth, happily pulled the scarred palm and cried, "Mommy!"

"Bang ......"

A gunshot rang out to the little girl's ears, and with the gunshot, the little girl's face was splattered with blood.

The hand holding the little girl was released.

"Mommy!"

The little girl began to cry, and the lollipop that had been bitten into her mouth fell to the ground covered in blood.

"Bang ......" was another violent gunshot.

Xia Qingqing sat up from the bed suddenly, and when she opened her eyes, she saw a figure walking in from outside the door.

A shotgun that was still smoking was aimed at Xia Qingqing.