Nick's first instinct was to pull his legs and run away. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Fortunately, he held back, turned his head to look at the strange man, and asked politely, "May I ask who you are?" ”

The man gave his name, as well as where he worked, a newspaper. The name of the person was as unfamiliar as the name of the newspaper, and Nick couldn't remember it after hearing it once.

The gentleman didn't seem to notice that, though. "Our family's correspondent used to interview your mother. Your mother is very strong and a strong woman to be respected. It's an honor to meet you. ”

Nick wasn't used to this form of compliment. But since he was praising his mother, he still thanked him very politely.

"How did you get here?" The man asked, confused.

Nick touched his nose. "Nothing...... I'm just going to walk around and get here. ”

"I see." The man didn't dig deeper, "Are you okay now?" Come on, come to my house! ”

"This is your home?" Nick asked.

"yes. My wife and I live here. The man laughed and took Nick's hand warmly.

Although he felt a little uneasy, Nick followed the man back to the door.

"Open the door darling! Guests are coming! The man knocked on the door.

Unfortunately, no matter how much he knocked, the door was always closed.

The man smiled a little awkwardly and said to Nick, "Maybe my wife went out to buy groceries." ”

But when he touched his trouser pocket, his expression became even more embarrassed. He told Nick to wait, walked around the doorway, and then let out a cry of delight, and pulled the key from under a small flower pot.

Nick didn't expect there to be such a spare key hidden in this year. Are you really not afraid of being broken into?

The man opened the door. At his warm invitation, Nick walked in.

There were no children's shoes at the door, only a pair of women's shoes, which were still wet with dust.

"Honey, I'm back!" The man walked into the room with a loud voice and greeted him loudly, but he only heard an echo and muttered, "Where are the people?" ”

"Do you and your wife have children?" Nick asked.

"I have a daughter who goes to boarding school and has good grades." The man said proudly, "You sit down first, and I'll pour you tea." ”

Nick didn't sit down, just leaned cautiously against the wall, after all, it was an unfamiliar place for him. "Your wife isn't home?"

"Maybe I haven't come back from the market yet." The man smiled indifferently, invited Nick to sit down again, and turned himself into the kitchen.

There was a stool right near the doorway, and Nick sat down hesitantly, only on the outermost edge. He wasn't really familiar with the community. If he is a child who has grown up in a normal society, then he will understand that if he wants to hide something, he needs to find out as much as possible about the situation near the hiding place. It's a pity that he grew up in a cemetery, where he was accompanied all year round by nothing but silence and a mist that will never dissipate.

But he's not stupid. He was surveying the small but delicate living room. This small building is too small and exquisite, depending on the size of this living room, in addition to the kitchen and bathroom on the first floor, there should be only one room in this living room. So Nick saw a whole set of cutlery on the table by the window. It seems that the lady also used this place as her own restaurant.

Nick looked up again, looking at the wall. On the wall is a yellowed photograph of two girls of about the same age huddled in a frame, laughing at the camera. But those two girls look very different, and it is absolutely impossible for them to be a family.

I don't know what it's like upstairs, if the little boy is up there.

Suddenly, Nick remembered something and jerked his head to look at the hallway.

There was a pair of women's shoes there, but there was more than one, and there was another pair of shoes that he had taken off.

Just that one pair of shoes.

"Hey...... Usually my wife is busy at home, but she hasn't come back, and I can't even find good tea. With a hearty voice, the man walked out of the kitchen with a teapot and a teacup, "I'm sorry, my wife must have gone to the big purchase." She used to be a cook. Please enjoy it then. ”

Nick's gaze shifted to his feet. A pair of shiny leather shoes were worn well on his feet.

"I'm sorry I have something to do. Went first. Nick dropped the sentence and turned to walk towards the hallway.

With a bang, Nick's hair stood on end. He instinctively bent over, and the bullets grazed his scalp and sped by!

The teapot fell to the ground, and the hot tea flowed in all directions. The pistol in the man's hand kept blazing at Nick. The entrance is so small, Nick has no place to hide!

At that moment, Nick could almost see the trajectory of the speeding bullets.

Outside the small building, the elegant and beautiful wooden door shook a few times, and a few more black dots appeared.

If someone looks closely, they will see that the so-called dots are actually holes pierced by bullets. Although there are not many of them, from left to right, from top to bottom, there is not a single area where an adult can be curled up completely. The wood was blackened by the high temperature of the bullets.

It stands to reason that this should be noticed by the surrounding neighborhood. But the community has just discovered a frozen corpse in an empty room, and the brave people run to look around, and the timid people huddle in their homes and dare not go out, and even if anyone really notices the hole made by a pistol with a silencer, most of them will keep silent and let themselves be treated as air as possible.

The sun is gradually setting in the west, hanging above the horizon, and it seems that it is in danger of falling at any moment.

The sunlight streamed through the window, through the hall, and over the man who was sitting on the ground.

The same swept was the thick blood that flowed in all directions on the floor.

"No ......"

Nick groaned as he held his head.

How long has it been?

He didn't know. His memory of the last second was still stuck in the bullet speeding towards him, and when he came back to his senses, only the bloody corpse of this game was left in front of him, and he was also bloody.

"No...... I didn't do ......"

Nick struggled in vain.

But no matter how hard he pushed himself, he just couldn't remember what had just happened.

He had to face the possibility that he had done all the wounded dead and the living?

No!

Nick groaned, crawled to his feet, and stumbled backwards. He knocked over the small table with the delicate vase, and the flowers in the vase were trampled into a pile of mud by him in a panic.

The splinter punctured the ball of Nick's foot, and the pain calmed him down a little. He gasped, staring at the gnawed corpse in front of him, trying to ignore the warm feeling of fullness in his belly, and concentrating on what to do next. (To be continued.) )