Surname Zhou?

Leng Ji muttered the name in her mouth, her temples ached as she thought, the shredded paper in her hand was pinched in her hand, and the folds on the paper became more obvious after Leng Ji unconsciously pinched it, and then took a step back, but her eyes always stayed behind the mesh barbed wire. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The woman's figure is divided into countless blocks by the grid, which is coldly reflected in the eyes of the cold season. An iron plate, divided by countless grids, seemed to be two completely different spaces, the dim light sprinkled on her head, and the burgundy hair slowly darkened along the light, and finally merged with the black tights on her body.

Walk.

This was Leng Ji's knee-jerk reaction, she hadn't forgotten the purpose of her sneaking out of that room, she didn't want to stay here to suit their wishes, and show those people the scene of fighting zombies.

Such a scene is simply like a fighting beast.

Retreating, the cold season retreated to the edge of the staircase leading to the upper floor, the black steps reflected in the soles of the cold season, but the harsh incandescent light was forced into the shadows from above.

"The one surnamed Zhou has no return. The faint and soft voice passed into the ears of the cold season slowly, slow but not urgent, and the tone of the frustration faintly revealed the elegant feeling, and the action of stepping on the steps in the cold season was stunned for a moment, this time, she heard it clearly. Immediately, he raised his head and looked uncontrollably in the direction of the woman.

The black mesh blocks between the cold season and the woman, and the dim light makes the cold season only see her dim back, squinting her eyes, and the cold season vaguely sees a tall and thin figure standing in front of her, the owner of the voice just now is standing there quietly, the tall back blocking most of the light from the light bulb.

The fingers trembled a little, and the cold season couldn't control his fingertips, and his fingers involuntarily pinched the white paper he had just picked up, and the undulating wrinkles in it skipped through the fingertips of the cold season, and he raised his head, and the cold season looked at the figure behind the woman who was divided into pieces by the grid, and the whole person froze in place.

His lips trembled uncontrollably, his eyes still couldn't leave the black shadow, staring at his figure through the not-so-bright light, seeing the glasses on his face, an uncontrollable chill came out of his heart.

Lifting his glasses slightly, the brown pupils flickered in the faint light, and then disappeared. The corners of his mouth were slightly hooked up, his eyes narrowed slightly, and from a distance, Leng Ji couldn't see the look on his face clearly, but she knew that he saw herself.

The teeth bit her lips, her nails sank into the flesh, and the pain from her temples was far less than the horror in her heart.

"Cold season. Although the voice was small, although it was a gentle and emotionless voice, Leng Ji could really see the upturned corners of his mouth and the fleeting light in his eyes.

Wang Chuan......

She won't admit her mistake, that tone, that figure, and that pair of gold-wire glasses, Leng Ji gritted his name in her heart, biting her lip harder, and her cold eyes met his gentle and smiling face, and the chill in Leng Ji's heart became even stronger.

Subconsciously, Leng Ji's body took a step back, and his right foot stepped on the steps behind him Suddenly, as if realizing something, the fingers hanging beside him trembled suddenly, and Leng Ji's eyes imprinted the back of the woman with his back to him.

Not good.

Before the cold season had time to think about it, the woman turned around, and her pupils looked at the white incandescent light shining on the corridor of the spiral staircase, reflecting the thin figure of the cold season.

Without hesitation, he stepped back, straightened up, looked at her expressionlessly for a while, three seconds, turned around, accelerated in the cold season, and stepped up the steps behind him in one step and two places.

Why are you afraid?

I don't know the answer, but when she saw Wang Chuan, an ominous premonition began to fill her heart, she was leaving, escaping from here, she didn't want to stay here. The cold season is now only clear about this.

The sound of heartbeat echoed in her ears, mixed with the sound of blood vessel flow vibrating on the eardrum, she couldn't react in the cold season, even she didn't know, obviously there was an iron plate separating her, and Wang Chuan couldn't threaten herself, but why was she so eager to run away?

Her mind was almost a mess, and the headache that had never broken was invading her, and she didn't have the calmness she used to have, and her thoughts became less sharp. Probably because of the so-called "side effects", while walking in the cold season, I can hear my heartbeat speeding up at my rapid movements.

In the cold season, there was the sound of their footsteps on the iron plate, and the thin iron plate seemed to be unable to withstand so many people, trembling with every step they took.

The world around him became noisy, Leng Ji's nerves were highly tense, the light of the incandescent lamp seemed to have weakened a little, no longer so dazzling white, his eyes looked at the shoe prints on the roof that were getting closer and closer, Leng Ji knew that they had come out from the other side, there were no weapons, Leng Ji didn't plan to fight with women, his attention was on the group of people upstairs, Leng Ji tried his best to make himself walk faster, wanting to let himself ignore the woman walking behind.

"Stop. Mixed in a noisy voice, Leng Ji still distinguishes the woman's voice, a soft voice, but still with a bit of hardness, an unexpectedly influential voice, Leng Ji doesn't have to look back to understand that she said this to herself. "Don't go up yet. ”

The lights around him became darker and darker, but Leng Ji didn't have the slightest intention of stopping, and every step he took caused tremors on the shallow iron plate, and the white paper he had just picked up was unconsciously held in Leng Ji's hand tightly.

"Next ......" was clearly pronounced, and I don't know if it was the voice coming from there, echoing in the empty space on the first floor, and I stepped up to the last step in the cold season.

The road in front of you is covered by a wide iron gate, which is like a prison gate, and when you look up in the cold season, you can see a sunken square outside.

Countless people were standing on the big platform above and cheering and shouting.

In the darkness next to him, a figure was standing quietly, and before he could see his face clearly, he subconsciously leaned sideways to keep a little distance away from him.

With a bang, as if some mechanism had been opened, the cold season looked up and opened just in time for the iron door of the pillar.

Suddenly, someone put his hand on his shoulder, a bony palm.

"Wait. ”

K's loud voice sounded from behind.