The swarthy mountains on both sides stretch by, like a giant beast looking down on the earth in the night. The cool breeze of early autumn poured in through the car window, making the eardrums rattle. But Yan Weizi didn't mean to close the window at all - if it weren't for these cool breezes, I'm afraid she would have to fall asleep on the steering wheel.

Right now, she was holding a cigarette and had an indignant look on her face — the look on her face that was hard to see if anyone was urgently recalled on vacation. What's more, she just watched the seventh season of "The Walking Dead", but in the blink of an eye, she was about to drive over the mountains and mountains in the night...... She couldn't help but think of the TV series when the walking corpses suddenly rushed onto the road at night.

The headlights hit on the road, and the white sè road signs fluttered one after another. The sleepiness and the tobacco made her a little dizzy, so she frowned, and with her right hand free, she tried to extinguish the cigarette that was about to burn out.

Unexpectedly, just when he found the ashbox on the side of his face and raised his head again, a figure appeared on the road in front of him!

The speed of more than 90 miles is not to say that you can stop, not to mention that the person seems to have stumbled down the hillside next to him, and he was in front of the front of the car in the blink of an eye.

On such a night, in such a mountainous area, who would have thought that such a person would appear on the road? She barely had time to see the man's tattered clothes in the light when she felt a thud on the body—the man flew straight away, crashed into the roadside guardrail, and rolled over four or five times.

The blood rushed to his head at once, and the sleepiness disappeared in an instant. She hurriedly hit the steering wheel and stepped on the brakes, and the small "Candle Dragon Wind" drifted sideways with the body for forty-five degrees before stopping.

At this time, she felt that her fingertips were numb, and her legs and feet did not obey the call. With a little strength, she hurriedly pushed the door open, intending to check if the man was still breathing. In fact, now she was thinking about what she should do—crashing into someone at such a speed, and seeing the man's head hit the ground first—dead.

But the next moment, all the hot blood that had just rushed to her head fell to her feet, and she instantly felt cold all over, and her hand on the car door no longer had the strength to push away even a millimeter......

The headlights were still on, reflecting a long trail of blood on the ground. The trail of blood stretched from the middle of the road to the guardrail in the distance, ending in the man who had just been knocked off. It's just that the person who was "dead" in Yan Weizi's heart is now slowly sitting up. First, he held his head with his hand and sent it forward, and the side face that had originally slid to his back was straightened.

The sound of "click" came far away in the night.

In fact, the arm is not intact. Although the light did not shine directly on him, his left arm could be seen reversing backwards in a strange posture through the faint light. But the man fixed his left arm to his side with his right hand, and with a few more exertions—another "click", his left arm was also broken.

Blood trickled out like a stream, making a meandering trail on the ground.

The scenes in "The Walking Dead" that Yan Weizi watched in the middle of the night flooded into her mind overwhelmingly-what can explain the matter in front of her, except for the TV series?

She stood there for two seconds, then bent back into the car. Ignoring the pain in her head, she shuddered from the car storage compartment and pulled out her pistol and loaded it into the magazine. The usual smooth movements are now rusty like a rookie, and it took three times to push the magazine in, and then load and open the safe.

Then he held the gun in his hand and looked through the windshield, until he saw the man stagger to his feet, and then gritted his teeth and drilled out of the car door, and pointed the gun at him: "Are you...... Isn't it human? You ......"

She herself felt that her voice was quite poignant, as if she was scraping a blackboard with an iron sheet.

The muzzle of the gun shook violently—it took a lot of effort to barely aim at the man's head in the dark light. By this time, the man had already turned his face, and the blood on his head had blurred his face, and he could barely see an outline.

She screamed, "Speak, speak!" ”

The man stood still, looked at her quietly for a moment, and finally spoke: "...... Be careful when driving. ”

"It hurts." Then he hunched over and limped down the slope into the dark bushes by the side of the road.

Yan Weizi's eyes widened and froze in place, his heart beating as if it was about to pop out of his chest, and even he could hear the sound of "dong dong". After a long while, she swallowed a mouthful of saliva and chased in the direction where the man had disappeared as if she had woken up from a dream, shouting, "You come back, you come back!" I'll take you to the hospital! ”

However, all that responded to her was the echoes of the valley and the cool autumn wind.

She shouted for a while, but she never had the courage to chase into the woods. It wasn't until the cold sweat on his body was blown cold by the wind that he felt fear again, and hurriedly got back into the car, slammed on the accelerator, and drove away from this nightmare place.

Li Zhen dragged his left leg slowly to the edge of a small ditch that was about to dry up, and then sat down on the ground with difficulty.

Although the bleeding on his body stopped, the heart-piercing itch when the wound grew flesh was not pleasant...... What's more, there is not only one wound. The cut in his left eyelid was so uncomfortable that he wanted to scream - it was like a centipede lying on his face, burrowing into his eye.

He didn't dare to scratch it even more - he had done it before, but the wound that had been scratched had to grow again, and he remembered the discomfort again and again.

But no matter what, it's much better than the one in the grave. At that time, I couldn't even move, so I let the new sprouts wrap up the stones and mud and stuff in my body, and squeeze them out for a long time.

As soon as he thought of the tomb, he thought of Yu Qingqing.

When there is an earthquake...... It's summer. It's autumn now.

I don't know if that little girl survived.

At the beginning, the graves were shaken open, not to mention the brick houses in the countryside. He lay in the dirt for nearly a month before he could crawl away before the arrivals of the people who had come to clean up the scene. At that time, his legs had not yet grown, and he was really open. At night, I finally climbed to the house that Yu Qingqing said, but I found that it had already become a ruined wall, and even the people who rescued the disaster were almost gone.

This farewell, even if it is not separated by yin and yang, can be regarded as the end of the world. There are so many people in China, where did he go to find a little girl who had never even seen a face.

What's more, he still wants to go home first. It was difficult to explain why he had died and come back to life, and he hadn't thought about how to explain it. He just wanted to go home first and see his parents first. I'll talk about that later.

However, his hometown was far away from the city, and he never went back at all. I only know that the road should go all the way to the south...... I didn't know which road to take. Two days ago, my body barely grew and I had a human appearance, but today I was hit again.

He soaked his feet in the icy water, and the thoughts in his heart never stopped. After a while, he swept past his parents' faces, and after a while, he passed Zhang Kesong's figure, and even remembered that now the college entrance examination is over...... If I repeat my studies for a year, can I still be admitted to běijing Taixue?

He sat by the ditch all night, and it was not until it was dawn that he felt much lighter. During the night, the extremely severe injuries had almost healed on their own, leaving only one bloody scab after another.

Li Zhen stood up with support, removed the things, washed his face with the water in the ditch, and then filled his stomach half full with cold water.

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Thanks to the uncle of a certain book friend Bensan, the evaluation vote of the curtain dyed green shirt~

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