"Lao Wang?" looked at him, not daring to approach, separated by half a floor tile, thinking about whether to stretch out his hand in the cold season. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Impossible, impossible...... Lao Wang leaned on his wheelchair, the whole person seemed to be paralyzed, leaning weakly on his back, babbling in thoughts.

A look of distraction.

"I'm not the ...... of this area" All over his body, cold sweat broke out, Lao Wang didn't know when a weird smile hung on his face, his trembling hands, and he touched the plastic bag hanging next to the wheelchair and didn't know what he was fumbling for. "It's not ......"

The so-called national voluntary protection policy is that every once in a while, the citizens of an area need to be picked up by trucks and sent to hunt and kill outside the protective net in order to defend against zombies and protect City A.

Three months later, come back.

It's just that, in general, the people who are sent out will be more old, weak, sick and disabled in that area, and they will not be equipped with any weapons.

The government, which does not even issue weapons, tries to demand that its citizens protect its cities

"Lao Wang?!" The more Leng Ji looked at it, the more he felt that it was inappropriate, and he reached out to grab his plastic bag.

"I won't go out......" muttered, and before he could react in the cold season, Lao Wang had already taken out something like a needle from the plastic bag. "I'm not going to go out, am I......"

Look at it, a clear liquid like agar jelly. You don't have to think much about it to know that it must be filled with morphine.

"Calm down. Leng Ji just stretched out his hand and wanted to take off his needle, but his hand reached into the air but stopped, "Lao Wang......"

The sound grew quieter and quieter, and finally calmed down.

The goal has been achieved, and it is still in charge of the life of a smuggler...... As long as he doesn't die now, it's enough for his current self.

I obviously didn't have any reason to stop him.

Biting his lower lip, Leng Ji stood aside and didn't speak. He didn't do anything, just stood silently and watched as he inserted the needle into his arm, the veins showing cyan lines under the skin, and the vine-like green tendons all the way down, connecting to the palm of his hand.

A blind, silvery-white needle was inserted through the skin into the vein.

The liquid was about to be infused, and the right eyelid of the cold season unconsciously throbbed twice.

Outside the door, there was a faint sound of footsteps.

Is anyone coming?!!

"Lao Wang," Suddenly, Leng Ji called softly.

Turning his head, Lao Wang was distracted by her voice, and turned his head slightly to look at her with his eyes a little blank.

A listless look.

Reaching out, he snatched the needle from his hand and hid it under his sleeve.

Without waiting for Lao Wang to react, he reflexively took two steps back in the cold season and sat down on the bed.

"Yet, ......"

The syringe that was forcibly pulled out still had beads of blood dripping from the sleeve in the cold season.

"Give me back ......" With a painful look, Lao Wang couldn't even finish his words, and his right hand covered the needle that was dripping blood in his left hand because of the pain.

The eyes were wide open, staring at the cold season, and the bloodshot eyeballs had unhealthy gray eyeballs. Obviously, his lower body was no longer able to move, but Lao Wang was still stubbornly struggling on his healthy upper body.

Squirming, covering his wounds, crawling like a cold season.

Like

A zombie that has long since lost consciousness.

Looking at Lao Wang's sluggish appearance, he couldn't react in the cold season, and stayed there for a while.

The gentle and elegant old Wang has always been like a scholar in distress, and he has never looked like this in the impression of the cold season.

Tears flowed from his red-strewn eyes, and his mouth opened so wide that saliva flowed to the ground. The wrinkles are full of saliva, tears and snot. The hideous expression was like the face of a zombie covered with blood, and only those lost eyes could be seen.

"What are you doing......" The soldier who came in could see the collapsed on the ground with a side-eye, and one sentence interrupted the cranky thoughts of the cold season.

As if he didn't react, Leng Ji's expression was a little blank, and he looked up slightly at the soldier's completely unfamiliar face.

Without careful observation or attention to the expression on Leng Ji's face, the soldier who came in just kicked him mercilessly and kicked it with force.

"Give me a hurry. The tone was full of disdain, and regardless of whether Lao Wang heard it or not, he raised his leg and kicked it again.

Lao Wang's consciousness seemed to be a little sober, blindfolded, looking at the lump of green in front of him, as if subconsciously shrinking, the whole person shrunk into a ball and tried to shrink towards the wheelchair that had fallen down.

”MD。 The soldier in front of him cursed, raised his foot and kicked again. "Let you go. “

can't resist, whether it's because of physical strength or status, Lao Wang has no qualifications to fight against his forces.

Protecting his face with his hands and turning his head down, Lao Wang could only struggle like this, and vaguely, as if he could hear someone sobbing.

There seemed to be an air of despair in the air.

With his head down, Leng Ji looked at the scene in front of him without saying a word, and every time the soldier in front of him kicked, Leng Ji's face sank the more.

"That. Gritting his teeth, he let himself say a complete sentence as calmly as possible in the cold season. "My uncle, he ...... It's not the people who live here. “

is different from Lao Wang's usual image of flattery, greed for life and fear of death in front of this group of soldiers, Lao Wang at this time didn't even raise his head, and he didn't even give himself a chance to defend himself.

"Cut, it's not all waste. The soldier sneered, stopped attacking Lao Wang, and turned his attention to the cold season. "Sooner or later. “

"......" noticed his gaze, and Leng Ji lowered his head again and did not speak.

"Heh," I believe that Leng Ji's speech has successfully attracted the attention of the soldier in front of him, walked up to her, and looked at her twice, "I look impatient." “

Sideways eyes, looked at the soldier with slightly yellowed skin, did not look at his face, but felt a strong sense of crisis in the cold season.

I knew that I wouldn't have spoken just now.

touched the bloody needle in his sleeve, and struggled with how to solve the situation in front of him in the cold season.

"Sir......" Lao Wang lay on the ground, speaking indistinctly and could barely hear what he was saying, "Outside...... Someone, looking for you. “

"En?" The soldier in front of him was a little puzzled, frowned, and his face was full of suspicion.

glanced outside the door, and then glanced at Leng Ji and Lao Wang with his residual vision, as if he recognized that they would not run, snorted, and pushed the door out.

The door frame hit Wang's wheelchair again, making a screeching sound.

In the room, calm returned, and the sound of someone sobbing could be faintly heard. Leng Ji glanced up at Lao Wang, bowed his head to the ground, and said nothing.

For a moment, there was silence on both sides.

I couldn't see Lao Wang's Lian, and I could only judge from his body that had been trembling slightly that his addiction was still attacking. The watermark on the ground, unknown to a certain part of the human body, reflected the faint glow of the matte light overhead.

Sighing, Leng Ji stood up, walked up to Lao Wang, squatted down, and pulled out the needle from his sleeve, the transparent elixir was filled with countless bubbles.

"Hurry up," Leng Ji put it down gently, stood up and pushed the door and wanted to leave. "He'll be back. “

Lao Wang didn't answer, and he didn't use any action, the cold season was also expected, and he pushed open the door, but there was no one outside.

"Say," said the old king, who looked up at the wooden door with his water-soaked face, and asked in a vague and weak voice, "Will the Buddha hang a spider silk for us?"

"I don't believe in Buddhism,......" paused, and then replied in the cold season.

Why should those who have not done evil beg for that spider silk that goes to heaven?

"Lao Wang," remembering that it had been two years since he took over Old Man Chen's trap secret passage in the cold season. "What's your name. “

"My surname is Wang. Just like the answer two years ago.