Historically, the most important decisions have been made in a split second. It's like a giant rolling stone that can wipe out hundreds of people, just right balanced on a piece of gravel on top of a mountain. As long as you borrow a little external force, if you lean to the left, all living beings will be annihilated, and if you lean to the right, the mountains will collapse and the earth will crack.

At this moment, Song Xiaocheng told Pi Zhipeng, who was holding the steering wheel, not to drive the car back to the fire fortress first, but to point and point to the road to Huan Lingyu's house.

"Why are you putting me here?"

"I don't know. Probably because I believe in you. ”

The three of them went back and forth, one after another, and moved rolls and boxes of paper materials into Huan Lingyu's house. And the boiled boil, who couldn't help much, hid under the stone table as usual, calmly sticking out his tongue.

The other one didn't help much, that is, the little zombie who had just been released from the dog cage, squatting on the ground and gently poking the boiled fat with one finger, looking harmless to humans and animals.

"What are you doing with it!"

Although Song Xiaocheng didn't think it was a big deal, and this little zombie was also quite interesting, he still vaguely felt that it was still a bit hasty to take off his guard against a zombie so hastily.

"What, you're afraid he'll bite you?"

That's right, he can't bite himself anyway. As for Lao Pi and Huan Lingyu - since they don't even care about themselves, why is Song Xiaocheng still worrying about it?

Huan Lingyu's house is still the same, the house is not too messy, but it is not neat. Now there are a few more large boxes of research materials brought from the original chapter sulfur, and it doesn't seem to affect the sense of interior space too much.

Although he hadn't seen his parents and other family members for many years, and he had never heard of what class he had attended, Huan Lingyu's life seemed to have been good. Benefiting from a good set of skins, heterosexual relationships are good, but they have never had a formal girlfriend. Unlike Song Xiaocheng, he embarked on the "conventional life route" that his parents wanted to see. Therefore, in the eyes of many elders, Huan Lingyu's kid is a "bad character".

But so what? Huan Lingyu's life is still better than most people's. I've eaten and played, and I don't have to look at people every day. Although Song Xiaocheng didn't understand where he got the money, since he hadn't been troubled by the sheriff until the last moment before the normal order was extinguished, it meant that this kid hadn't done much of the real "crooked ways".

Even now, when there are dead people resurrected everywhere, zombies are eating people, and other so-called "serious people" are already worried about their lives and they can't eat, Huan Lingyu can still sit calmly at home, let Song Xiaocheng and another guest on the sofa in his living room, and pour a cup of cold barley tea by himself.

Well...... This is indeed a bit suspicious.

Even Song Xiaocheng had to admit that Huan Lingyu was a little different. You can't speculate about him with the logic of ordinary people.

For the time being, removing things like dogs talking and weird bedrooms, one thing alone is enough to arouse Song Xiaocheng's suspicions-

"Huan Lingyu, how come I have never seen zombies and dead people near your house?"

"Why do I have to have zombies and dead people near my house?"

Song Xiaocheng, who has always been sharp-tongued, was dumbfounded for a moment when he was asked rhetorically. Huan Shao's tone is like when his father asked him, "Huan Lingyu, why do you never write your homework and still get 100 points", he asked back, "Why can't I get 100 points if I don't write my homework".

"Well, you do know how to do it. My choice at this time is to either say like a fool, 'Because there are zombies and dead people in every other corner of this city', or obediently admit that 'Huan Shao is right, it's me who is talking too much, I'm stupid'. But you obviously know what I mean, why do you want to talk to me? You are so suspicious, Huan Lingyu!"

The scene of the two people lifting the bar to each other made Lao Pile's face twitch, and he was happier than watching the Spring Festival Gala.

"How suspicious am I? You mean I released the zombies! According to the routine, shouldn't I suspect some pharmaceutical company or something like that at this time? What does this have to do with my Huan Shao!"

Huan Lingyu glanced at Song Xiaocheng lightly, picked up the cup and drank barley tea, looking like he didn't answer.

"Because this is X City, not just on the market! I have long felt that something is wrong, why when the zombies broke out, the defense garrison of X City actually did not react! Yesterday when Lao Pi told me that 'firefighters are actually professional employees', I remembered that his ** '6722 Forest Fire Brigade' had become '6722 Northwest Garrison Division' about ten years ago!"

The "6722" unit that Song Xiaocheng mentioned is actually the compound where he and Huan Lingyu have lived since childhood, but when the unit was reorganized, Song Xiaocheng's family had already moved out of the compound. And at that time, they were just half-grown children who didn't understand, and their minds were full of games and girls, and they didn't take this kind of thing to heart at all.

"Now at least half of the people in the whole city have turned into zombies, dead people everywhere, ...... everywhere It's all chaos! But there's no movement near your house, not even a single death—not even a drop of blood! Huan Lingyu, what have you done? The entire 6722 compound is empty, and there are no half people, but the road is still clean, follow and follow...... It's no different from him, what about the others? Are they all dead? Is the whole army dead? There should be corpses when they die!"

Facing Song Xiaocheng's questioning, Huan Lingyu's expression was still flat. His fingers clutched the glass full of fog beads, as if he was forcibly keeping his composure. Lao Pi also seemed to realize that this matter was actually not so funny, and his expression gradually converged, staring at Song Xiaocheng for a while, and Huan Lingyu for a while.

"That...... Brother, can I trouble you and help make another pot of barley tea?" Huan Lingyu smiled, raised the glass teapot that was already half empty in his hand, and said to Lao Pi.

Old Pi took the teapot and walked out of the living room.

"Nariko, I'...... I'm actually carrying a lot of it. ”

Huan Lingyu's expression when he said this sentence was exactly the same as when he said to Song Xiaocheng on the way out of school, "My grandmother died last week".

Under that expression, although he still has an unobtrusive dead look, and even a little smile on the corner of his mouth, it will make people feel that what he says is 100% serious, and everything he wants you to know is all in this sentence.

But this matter can't be so simple, Song Xiaocheng is determined to ask why.

"Huan Shao, how much do you know? about the recent events, about Igni, about zombies, and ...... your grandmother."

"Song Xiaocheng. Huan Lingyu suddenly threw a sharp gaze and interrupted Song Xiaocheng's words, "You seem to be asking a little too much." ”

Song Xiaocheng didn't ask any more.

No matter how close two people are, they will have their own secrets - even if it is a fleshy thorn between their toes, even if it is a sharp knife hidden behind their backs - there will always be a side that they don't want the other party to know.

Huan Lingyu stood up and stood at the window of the living room, looking out the window teasing the boiled old skin with the little zombies, with a smile on his face, as if he was in a good mood, but he didn't want to say a word.

"What about zombies, how much do you know?" Song Xiaocheng asked tentatively.

Huan Lingyu snorted from his nose, turned around, and patted Song Xiaocheng's shoulder with a smile.

"Mind yourself first. ”

When they returned to the fire fortress with Lao Pi, it was almost afternoon.

Song Xiaofei felt that the conversation between him and Huan Lingyu seemed to be a little unpleasant, and he didn't want to stay any longer, so as not to hurt his buddy's friendship. But just when he put on his shoes and was about to call Lao Pi to leave, Lao Pi made a fuss and said that he smelled a fragrance in the house, and he had to let Huan Lingyu honestly explain what he was doing deliciously. Huan Lingyu couldn't resist it, so he had to say that he had boiled a pot of shrimp porridge, so he took five large bowls and filled five bowls of porridge.

Originally, there were only three of them, and even if they cooked a bowl of stew, there would be an extra bowl. Song Xiaocheng was wondering, Lao Pi actually ran to the stone table, led the little zombie into the house, and moved a small bench for him, and sat in front of one of the bowls of porridge.

Come to think of it, this little guy was also a decent person when he was alive.

It wasn't until several people ate two large bowls of porridge that Song Xiaocheng and Lao Pi drove away from Huan Lingyu's house. Before leaving, Huan Shao didn't forget to say a few useless gossips to ridicule Song Xiaocheng:

"Go back and study hard and study hard. ”

Sitting in the car, Song Xiaocheng looked back at the small garden that was still growing peppers and cabbage, and couldn't help but feel a little depressed.

Although he firmly believed that it must be the right decision to hand over the large amount of information of Yuan Zhangsu to Huan Lingyu, in fact, before coming, he originally expected to get more news from Huan Shao.

He said that he was carrying a lot, but what was he carrying? The tragic fate of the family? Don't be funny!

Secondary 2 disease is indeed a terminal illness. There is no cure.

After returning all the way back to the fire fortress, there were two things that made Song Xiaocheng very pleased. The first is that Lin Yu has not suffered any accidents, but he has been locking himself in that small warehouse for a few days, eating spicy noodles to survive, and his eyes are red and swollen, and the dark circles under his eyes have also aggravated a lot.

Another thing is that Goh He finally repaired his radar station. Although he still couldn't make a phone call, he managed to get to his headquarters.

"They said that they have detected the situation on our side and will send combat troops to assist us as soon as possible!"

"Great! So, it's going to be over soon!"

Gao He shook his head, a rare expression of frustration on his always routine face, "My upper peak told me that the combat troops will set off for X City in just two months at the earliest. ”

Two months! I'm afraid the whole city will be overrun by zombies!

"There's no way, we just have to wait and try to live until that time. Gao He said helplessly.

Wait, try to wait. This is not the solution that Song Xiaocheng wants to hear.

If the current scene was placed in the past, when Song Xiaocheng was still a dead house social animal, he might have coaxed down and accepted this opinion.

But now Song Xiaocheng is not a dead house animal, in his heart, he is already a big man with the heavy responsibility of "saving all mankind sooner or later".

"Gao He, how about this? You and Cui Wei, help me protect my girlfriend, and I'll go and complete their work for your so-called 'combat troops'!"

Song Xiaocheng threw down his words with an unconvinced face, and walked away from Gao He.

"Song Xiaocheng, what are you going to do! Where are you going?"

"Study hard, study hard!"