His fingers barely supported his heavy head, and a faint pain came from the depths of his mind, and he was almost losing count of how long he had been in this steel house in the cold season. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Since she was bitten by that zombie, she has only stayed in the same room every day for a few days, eating the same meals every day, sleeping in the same bed, and when she is bored, she can go to the next room to see the zombie who recognizes Wang Chuan.

Wang Chuan still looks like a hypocrisy, sitting next to her every day with a tired smile and a gentle expression that hides what he doesn't know, and he will reach out to tease the zombie in the cage that has not completely degenerated.

It seemed that they had not planned to let her play, there were not many people to see on weekdays, everything was calm, and this illusion of comfort to numbness blurred her judgment of time.

During this comfortable day, the cold season certainly didn't forget her original intention, and she tried to find a way out, but unfortunately it was darker and more secluded than the room she came into contact with K. There was at least one staircase in the previous room, and there was only one door that had been completely locked from the outside, and it was unknown where it led.

Having said that, she didn't seem to have seen Wang Chuan leave this room at all, wearing the same clothes and sitting in the same position every day, if she hadn't woken up once and saw Wang Chuan coming back with a large bottle of potion, she would even wonder if Wang Chuan was locked up with her.

As soon as his eyes opened and narrowed, there was still a hazy scene in front of him, the slightly dazzling white light seeped under his eyelids, and he shook his head in the cold season, holding his chin with his hand, and staggering to support his crumbling head.

In the summer, the sun does not shine into the room, but in the cold season, you can feel the gradually rising temperature through the stuffy smell in the air. The earth is emitting heat all the time, and there are no fans in this room, let alone any fans and air conditioners, and the heat can only evaporate through the will of people.

Originally, I thought that this kind of weather should be so hot that I couldn't sleep, but for some reason, I felt more sleepy than usual today in the cold season.

My mind was confused, my head was heavy, and I felt that I was at the junction of wakefulness and lethargy in the cold season, and I wanted to open my eyes but I was weak.

The body became stiff due to maintaining the same sleeping position for a long time, and in the uncomfortable lethargy, Leng Ji unconsciously turned around and turned his back to Wang Chuan's face. Leaning her back against the wall is a more comfortable position that relaxes her body a little.

The steel frame is exposed inside, and the windowless rooms emit a dim glow from the white light, and when you lean against it, you can feel the unseasonable coolness of the steel.

Wang Chuan raised his chin, his expressionless face was covered with gold-rimmed glasses, there was no hypocritical smile, and there was no false kindness contained in his daily life, Wang Chuan's expression at this time was even more incomprehensible. One hand supported his cheeks, the other hand turned the black pen on his fingertips, his eyes still fell on Leng Ji's body, the dark pupils reflected Leng Ji's slender figure, and he didn't know what he was thinking about at the moment, the notepad on his knee gently flipped twice with the movement of his fingers, and finally landed on a completely blank page of brown paper.

Tiny dust drifted in the calm air, and the steel cage was rudely opened from one side, and a warm and bright light came from outside, and the black iron cage emitted a low mournful cry that echoed through the room for a long time.

As if awakened by this loud noise, a spirit in the cold season opened his eyes suddenly, and the feeling of drowsiness just now disappeared in the blink of an eye. Rubbing his eyes, the tiredness was gone, so he stopped closing his eyelids, rubbed his somewhat sore neck in the cold season, and looked up.

Wang Chuan's face didn't know when it was smiling again, and as soon as Leng Ji looked up, he met his treacherous smile.

Turning the pen, Wang Chuan looked at Leng Ji with a smile, and without looking down, his fingers began to dance, and the black ink easily left beautiful words on the kraft paper.

Leng Ji squinted his eyes, but he still couldn't see what Wang Chuan wrote in his notebook.

I don't know what he's writing, Leng Ji pursed his lips, and he was a little worried about what he wrote by hand. It's just that his smile once again made Leng Ji feel unhappy, and after thinking about it, Leng Ji, who had just woken up, didn't want to take care of him, turned his head, Leng Ji aimed his face at the black railing, the air inside became restless because of someone paying attention, and the sound of the chain slowly rubbing the ground came into his ears, Leng Ji blinked, only feeling that something was not quite right.

By the way, what about the zombie in the prison before?

In the blink of an eye, before Leng Ji had time to think about it, there was a little commotion in the cage, and she pricked up her ears and narrowed her eyes slightly, trying to see the scene inside.

More paint peeled off on the iron railing, brown oxide stuck to the railing, yellow light fell on the ground in the cage, the blood stains on the ground seemed to be darker than in the impression, patches of red stained the sight, in the cage, everything seemed to have not changed, but the zombie who would only stare at Wang Chuan was not inside.

The iron bar trembled again, and the light that came from outside the door into the cage became a lot dimmer, and there were cursing words from the other end of the door, a sharp male voice, obviously not small, but the cold season couldn't hear what he was talking about. It's just that, with his movements, a dark shadow can be seen in the cold season, staggering in by him.

"Al Ale. Wang Chuan's frivolous tone came from behind, and Leng Ji only saw that the zombie in the original cage was being led by an iron chain, like a puppy, being pulled half-led and half-dragged from the other end of the cage. "Looks like I'm working again. ”

The scars on the zombie's body have become more, no longer the simple kind of bitten scars, there are traces of being cut by sharp weapons, the arms that have been pinched to the point of blue, and the circles of lines on the ankles that are strangled by iron chains.

Looking at the bright red blood flowing from its body, the cold season realized that this was the reason why the blood on the ground became darker......

Looking at its appearance, Leng Ji inexplicably remembered the shredded paper he had picked up on the stairs earlier, and its name was clearly written on it.

At that time, he was probably still human......

Thinking of this, the cold season inexplicably felt some palpitations, and at the same time, there seemed to be something blocked in my heart, and a little sadness inexplicably stained my heart.

"When did it play?" Leng Ji raised his cheeks and asked flatly, looking at the zombie staggering forward.

"Probably when you were asleep?" replied Wang Chuan in a raised tone.

"......" frowned, and he was a little puzzled in the cold season, why was the sound of this iron prison opening so loud, and he didn't wake up.