"Master, you should make a quick move."

Looking at the procession that stopped, a big question mark appeared on the head of the black Tibetan.

He was waiting for the Buddha Sect to storm the base, help him fish in troubled waters, and reveal the affairs of the base to the world, why did he stop on the road?

Could it be that the monk is accumulating strength, and if he doesn't make a move, he will be a landslide and a bloody drifter?

The Tibetan man ate the bread in his hand with sore teeth, looking like the refugees in the UN refugee camp, as did the other researchers who had fled to the ground.

Bread accompanied by mineral water, plus tents, barely survive the autumn evenings.

Even if you know that the top experts in the base are all the precious wealth of human civilization, the risk of rash transfer is even greater, and no one can afford to cause a tragedy in the world. It is better to manage it on the ground, and there are no new dead people after arriving on the ground.

"How long are we going to stay in this place?"

The experts of the autopsy team gathered around, and although it was not as untreated as the numbing corpses today, the situation was even worse now.

"I'm afraid we won't be allowed to leave until the danger is ruled out."

"Do you use a way to fight the plague?"

"It's time to send someone underground to study the body."

"Send you and me? Forget it. ”

The anatomy team was medically educated, but they didn't expect that they would one day be quarantined.

"This looks like a supernatural force is at work, what is it doing to trap us, do you suspect that there is a mastermind behind us?"

The black Tibetan, who was drinking coffee and eating bread on the side, spit out the bread in his mouth: "Hahaha, it's impossible, how can there be transcendent among us." ”

"Haha, huh...... Yes? ”

Suspiciously, he glanced at the Tibetan who reacted violently, this strange guy has always been isolated from the group, and has never participated in the discussion between them, why did he suddenly change his sex this time.

"I mean...... It's inhumane to surround us here! The Tibetan took a sip of coffee and added, "I can't stand it anymore." ”

Can't even stand the black Tibetans? Things are really serious.

After finishing speaking, the black Tibetans closed their eyes and recuperated, saying too much and making mistakes, it was better not to say or do nothing.

Sprinkled with bread crumbs at his feet to feed the little black worms, the black Tibetan suddenly nodded with a blessed heart.

Is it because of the lack of sincerity on his side, the Buddha Gate will not make a move, after all, no matter how big the movement is on the base, the monk will not know.

Stuffing bread into his mouth, the black Tibetan grabbed his hair, there was such a serious thing in the base, the government said that it would not invite the transferred Yeyezi to the base, and he would be blocked in the base at that time.

Moreover, as long as the government sends people who are not afraid of death to study the corpses underground, they will definitely be able to find the wounds caused by the insects.

carelessly, you shouldn't put the bet on the monk.

The black Tibetan grabbed the soil with one hand and grabbed the soil with his five fingers, and the nails were slightly cocked, and small black insects continued to drill out.

Zushi City, police line.

The police blocked all the main roads and took turns to change people on duty to monitor, but fortunately, the procession formed by the old man was also very organized, just pulling banners and confronting the police.

"The situation seems to be under control for the time being." The head of the police headquarters breathed a sigh of relief, and he admitted that he had never dealt with such an emergency before.

Shirata Yuki and other 'heroes' did not rest, and after a simple meal, they plunged into the preparatory vigilance.

Tokyo's whimsical use of Yuki Shirata has really had a good effect, and the old men are very fond of it.

"Everyone has worked hard, but please keep up the good work, it won't be long before they will retreat."

Procrastination, until the crowd burns out with passion, is the victory of the police.

The front-line police and the team looked at each other across half a street, you eat yours, I rest mine, but it is also very harmonious.

An old man who had drunk stumbled to stand in the middle of the street, leaning his waist and shouting, "You non-nationals! Do you forget your identity as a citizen after eating a public meal? Now the government is deceiving us, and the terrifying demon transcendent is lurking around us, and even the government is pushing us into the mouth of the devil! ”

"All the truth is in Yokosuka, you are not doing good deeds by blocking us like this, but roasting yourself on the fire, this time it may be ordinary people who have nothing to do with you, but next time it will be you, your family."

The police rested leaning on the car, and did not respond to the turn of 'shouting', hiding or not hiding anything, even if they knew the truth, would it be useful for them? It is better to eat the public meal safely, this is the most important problem in front of survival.

The culture of mourning has been popular since the early days of Heisei, and it is not the overall degeneration of a certain class, but a desperate counterattack against social reality.

"Do you smoke?"

"Here's one."

Looking at the crowd of demonstrators in the middle of the road with a cigarette in his mouth, the county police scratched his head and slapped his colleague: "I heard that you just bought a house in Tokyo recently?" ”

"Hey, it's just in Datian District, the house is not big, and the core area of the wall is only 90 square meters."

"That's it? It's already very good, okay, it's Tokyo, and I can't even afford to buy a house in Yokohama right now. ”

"Hey, it's not very convenient to go to work."

"You bastard got cheap and sold ......"

The policeman was only halfway through his words, and then he fell to the ground with a strange change in his face.

Died instantly, the eyeballs exploded, and the death was extremely miserable.

"Why, I ...... Hey, what's wrong with you? ”

The tranquility of the government's defense line was torn apart, and many people fell to the ground with the same symptoms.

"What happened? Did they storm the line? ”

The head of the police headquarters hurriedly walked out with bloodshot eyes, his hair friezed and staring at the chaotic Zushi City.

What happened at the Yokosuka base was known only to a small number of people, and the head of the local police headquarters was not yet at the level of knowledge.

It's just that the neighborhood where the marchers are located is still calm...... Wrong.

The other half of the city is also in turmoil.

"Dead, dead, the old guy from Kichijoji is dead."

The same death spreads without distinction between friend and foe, like a giant-stirring stick, which is bound to turn the situation into chaos.

Even the places where foreign reporters are located are not spared, whether they are in the interview car or standing on the side of the road, the little black worm cannot distinguish nationality.

The confrontation suddenly became chaotic, and the clear distinction became a furnace, and the crowd blindly fled to the police, and the police also rushed around.

The head of the police headquarters did not expect such a change, and the monk did not expect it.

"Great, Master, is this also in your plan?"

"No!" Listening to the news of death coming from around him, the monk bit his lip, "Who is it?" ”

"I've opened our way to Yokosuka, and we've broken the police line!"