The sun was hidden in the gray clouds, and the sky was getting darker. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Wandering through the streets and alleys of various neighborhoods for an afternoon, and avoiding people's eyes and ears, really took a lot of physical and mental energy.

I think the two traffic police officers at this moment will not be able to find me anyway, because.

Even I don't know where it is......

I only remember that I went all the way to the dark, and I went forward bravely without hesitation.

Walk through residential areas, through commercial streets, through large parks, and through railroad lines.

In the end, I came to such a place in front of me where birds don't poop and are sparsely populated.

The crimson blue of night shrouded all around, and in front of me was a curving uphill slope, the muddy road was blown up by the dust, and at the end of the road was a rusty gate, and within the walls was an old six-story office building.

I looked through the gap in the gate, and there were four concrete buildings in the shape of a "mountain", the last three separated from the previous one by two pavements, which had shed many of the wall skins and gave the impression of fragility.

Directly opposite, the office building blocks the three concrete buildings behind it, each floor with six dark green wooden doors at the same distance. The open space in front of the building was a clump of weeds, about half a meter high, and the weeds in front of the main entrance showed signs of being deliberately trimmed, extending to the gate, and under this artificially opened road, a layer of fine sand was paved to facilitate access.

Looks like there's a lot of people living here......

I looked at the empty security room on my left, with a beer bottle lying horizontally on the table, a thin layer of ash on the table, but clean in the middle, a loose chair pushed far away, and three of the four corners of the ceiling of the room cobwebed.

Well...... Indeed, there were people living in this gate, and there were people guarding it, and judging by the dusty rooms that were not often wiped, the person guarding it was a sloppy ghost.

I pushed the window of the security room, but I jumped straight into it after moving the glass, and found a pile of wine bottles on the ground, many of which were broken. On the floor, which had fallen in a thick layer of dust, there was a very obvious string of wet footprints, presumably with beer on their feet. Merely...... Speculate from this messy series of footprints.

This thing must have been drunk and tap-dancing......

Sure enough, when I walked to the door, the dead fat man in front of me, who was already drunk, confirmed my suspicion.

He was shirtless, wearing only a pair of tattered coarse cloth shorts, and was lying less than two meters from the threshold, his head planted in the weeds.

The crotch area is much darker than the color around the pants.

I couldn't help but think about what I heard and saw......

The fat man was derelict in his duties in the security room, and after getting drunk, he was amusing himself by a tap dance, and suddenly the urge to urinate hit, he went out to urinate, but he tripped over the threshold, and after falling, he simply didn't bother to stand up, and he didn't even take off his pants, and solved the two physiological needs of sleep and urination on the spot.

What made me even more convinced of my conjecture was the pleasant face of the dead fat man in the weeds......

Your mother, it's weird......

It's really the best in the world......

But it also dragged the foolish bird's blessing, and I didn't have to think hard about how to sneak in.

What?

Why did I sneak in, you ask?

I'm an alien, are you going to let me sleep under the bridge?!

Cough...... Although half an hour ago, I did intend to do so.

But in this uninhabited place, I found such a piece of land, there is no reason to make do with it, right?

Before, for various reasons, I didn't dare to show my strength in the city.

My destruction is based on the premise of being able to succeed and be able to get out.

I'm losing all my skills, so I can't still do it in front of everyone, right?

Not to mention whether I can win or not, just those annoying servants of the people who run after me are enough for me.

But it's different here, it's inaccessible, and even if you poke out the basket, no one cares about Lao Tzu. It just so happens that we can still give it a try, how far has our fists and feet regressed.

The most important point is:

It can be seen from this dead fat man.

The guys who live in such a depressed place must be some frail and sickly, easy to bully.

In this way, I have no worries at all. I still don't believe that I'm an alien visitor who can't handle these malnourished and brainless guys.

With this in mind, I spread my legs apart, turned my fingers into blades, and struck a bayonet at the dead fat man's head.

Drink! Death......

Before I could finish the lines in my head, I saw a black shadow attack from the side like an arrow from a string.

It's a snake.

I hurriedly leaned back to avoid it, and lifted my fingers upwards to cut off the black shadow.

However, the fingerblade is far less powerful than it once was. The moment the index finger touched the snake, it did not come from the slippery touch of that moment, but lifted the snake to a high place along the snake's body.

Dry!

Before I could retract my arm, the snake's body contracted violently, and in the blink of an eye, it wrapped around my arm.

Then, force one?. I just felt as if the blood in my arm was being suppressed.

Not as agile as a snake, and only then did I finish withdrawing my arm, and at this moment, the snake had preemptively struck, and as it retracted its arm, it opened its fangs like a hook and struck at me.

It's fast, but I'm not covering it.

By the time his teeth were twenty centimeters from me, my left hand had already grasped his head.

If I have to describe it, this speed is like the difference between falling rain and lightning.

I tensed my finger muscles, ready to froth it with blood.

But at the same time, the serpent's mouth shot out like a sharp sword, stabbing me in the eye.

Is this tongue long enough to poke me?

I hesitated for a fraction of a second, and then I sensed something was wrong.

In the black mouth of the snake, the snake's spines stretched out as if there was no end, beyond the original length of a snake's tongue.

Day!

To be poked by this thing, not to mention dead or not, it is appropriate to have your head pierced.

I raised my thumb up, my little thumb exerted force, and my left wrist pressed down, and the three movements were completed at the same time, shifting the angle of the snake's head up by about 70 degrees. The snake letter brushed against me, and a fierce wind followed by a sharp wind that split the short hair on my forehead in half.

In the next second, the snake letter extended more than six meters in the air. It doesn't seem to be its limit length, but it reacts with its tongue shrinking knowing that it can't do it.

Even so, the tongue flew out six meters away in an instant...... And judging from the purple saliva on the tongue, it seems to be highly poisonous......

In the few tenths of a second when the snake's tongue contracted and froze at six meters, I had knocked the snake's head to the ground, and it was a blast. Green blood splattered in all directions.

From the fight to the victory, it took less than five seconds.

I looked at the body of the snake that was still writhing on the ground, and I thought strangely.

How could the serpent's tongue exceed the length of its body?

I glanced at the dead fat man on the other end again.

Was my intent triggering the snake's attack? Is this a snake player?

Or did it just happen to be attacked by a snake when he was doing it......

No, it's obviously unlikely......

Just as I was thinking, the sound of the grass stirring came to my ears from five angles in a semicircle.