As soon as I walked into the inner cabin, an unpleasant stench came to my nose, different from the rancid smell emitted by the zombies, the air was filled with a musty smell that had not been ventilated for a long time mixed with the complex smell of various excrements of the human body, which made people feel suffocated.

Zhao Qiang frowned slightly, and soon discovered the source of the smell, a row of bedpans neatly placed in a corner of the room, looking around, in the gloomy cabin, several half-burned candles flickered faintly, more than a dozen patients were lying on the bed, and from time to time there were bursts of painful and weak ** sounds, and the jumping candlelight hit their faces, flickering and dimming, and the atmosphere was even weirder than the zombie world outside.

Hearing the movement, several patients who were in slightly better condition struggled to look up, and soon lay back down, in the corner, a pair of eyes were staring at Zhao Qiang. Among all the people who found Zhao Qiang coming in, only this thin and weak middle-aged man never left Zhao Qiang's gaze, while the eyes of others looked at this middle-aged man from time to time.

After some observation, Zhao Qiang quickly determined that the middle-aged man in that corner was the leader of this group of people, although this middle-aged man looked very bad, but that temperament was not weak and could be concealed. Zhao Qiang walked straight to the middle-aged man's bedside and stretched out his hand in a friendly manner: "Hello." ”

The middle-aged man didn't react at all, and his eyes were fixed on Zhao Qiang.

Zhao Qiang didn't care, naturally put down his right hand, as if nothing had happened, and found a chair to sit down very casually.

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Zhao Qiang, and I am from the Survivors Alliance." Zhao Qiang found a more comfortable posture for himself, with a harmless smile on his face.

The middle-aged man still didn't speak, and his eyes never took off Zhao Qiang, one hand carefully lifted the quilt up, but the other hand was buried deep under the quilt.

"Can you tell me your name?" Zhao Qiang put his hands on the back of his head and asked in a completely relaxed posture.

"It doesn't matter." Seeing that the middle-aged man still refused to speak, Zhao Qiang said to himself: "You are Chihiro's friend, I am also Chihiro's friend, then you are also my friend, we will have the opportunity to know each other in the future, don't we?" ”

"You're not my friends!" The middle-aged man finally spoke, his voice was weak, but he spoke quickly, and the illness had consumed too much of his life energy.

"Not now, but later, and I believe that day will come soon." Zhao Qiang said with a smile.

"What exactly do you want?" The middle-aged man's eyes were full of vigilance.

"What do you have?" Zhao Qiang looked around again and asked rhetorically.

The middle-aged man's face suddenly changed greatly, and he said hurriedly: "Please, she is still a child, please don't hurt her." ”

The middle-aged man obviously misunderstood Zhao Qiang's meaning, this place is fully worthy of the words "four walls of the family", more than a dozen terminally ill adults, except for the quilt on their bodies, there is nothing else, Chihiro, a delicate and lovely girl, can even be described as a treasure here.

"She? You're talking about Chihiro? Zhao Qiang asked unhurriedly.

The middle-aged man couldn't wait to slap himself twice, why did he bring up Chihiro if he had nothing to do, and now, even if others had no ideas, they were reminded by themselves. He was made numb by Zhao Qiang's smiling expression, and he wanted to pull out the hand in the quilt several times, but finally endured it, and nodded weakly: "As long as you can promise not to hurt Chihiro, all the things I hide in the back cabin will be yours." ”

"I'm not interested in your stuff." Zhao Qiang said tepidly.

"Gold! A whole twenty kilograms of gold bricks! As long as you can promise not to hurt Chihiro, all this gold is yours! Looking at Zhao Qiang's indifferent expression, the middle-aged man didn't know where the strength came from, so he sat up from the bed and grabbed Zhao Qiang's shoulder with one hand.

If it was changed half a year ago, if there was no such disaster, Zhao Qiang would definitely have his eyes shining and agreeing to all the conditions of the other party, twenty kilograms of gold for RMB, which is enough for 7 million, enough for Zhao Qiang to squander most of his life, but today, everything has changed, no amount of gold can be exchanged for even a little bit of essential materials for survival, this group of people in front of him is the best example, there is nothing worth millions of gold but can not be exchanged for a small bottle of vitamin C with a market price of only a few cents.

"Our purpose is to save people, not to rob." Zhao Qiang said lightly, and gently sent the middle-aged man's hand back, and the corner of his eye had keenly captured the reason why the middle-aged man's right hand had been hidden in the quilt: most of the paint had fallen off, and the metal gun body was flashing with metallic light in the candlelight.

"Saving people?" The middle-aged man gasped, as if he had heard some joke, Chihiro had told him this before, but there was always a voice hovering in his head, telling him not to believe these nonsense, the middle-aged man smiled bitterly: "We are just a group of people who are dying, is it worth your effort?" ”

"It's not worth it, everyone is a survivor, today I saved you, tomorrow when I need it, I hope someone can come and save me. Besides, you are not dead, we have doctors in our base, and besides, your scurvy is not an incurable disease, as long as it is treated properly, it will be cured soon. Zhao Qiang said with a smile, and the middle-aged man's heart was opening up little by little.

"Forget it." The flame of hope that had just ignited in the middle-aged man's eyes dimmed instantly, and he said weakly: "You don't need to comfort me, this dead man who is about to die, you don't know how painful this disease is." Let's go, let's all go, let's just wait here quietly for death. ”

"What about Chihiro?" Zhao Qiang pressed forward step by step, he had already found that the middle-aged man's nervousness about Chihiro far exceeded his concern for himself, "Can you bear to let a child die with you?" Martyrdom for you? ”

The middle-aged man closed his eyes in pain and turned his head, Zhao Qiang's words had deeply pierced the softest part of his heart.

Three months ago, when the middle-aged man went out to look for food, he met the wandering Chihiro, who was already dying of hunger at that time, perhaps the girl's weak appearance stimulated the middle-aged man's fatherly nature, he rescued the dying Chihiro, and even gave his part of the ration to Chihiro despite everyone's opposition.

Under the careful care of the middle-aged man, Chihiro finally regained her health, and in order to prevent her from encountering danger again in the future, the middle-aged man taught Chihiro the survival skills he learned in the army according to his physique.

A few months have passed, Chihiro has touched everyone here with her kindness and innocence, and has established a father-daughter relationship with the middle-aged man who rescued her.

The good times didn't last long, people fell ill one after another, and everyone's symptoms were extremely similar, and experienced people said that this was scurvy, and it would kill people, and then, middle-aged people who had always been strong also had symptoms of scurvy, and all the burdens finally fell on Chihiro's immature shoulders.

As a man, middle-aged people have always been unable to accept the fact of being taken care of by a weak woman, especially Chihiro, who is treated like a daughter by him, he always thinks that he has dragged Chihiro down, he began to lose his temper, throw things, scold, and even start to be unreasonable, he wants to force Chihiro to leave here, to find a safer shelter, don't be dragged down by himself anymore, but Chihiro has always had no regrets, and he laughed at the unreasonable troubles of middle-aged people, which made middle-aged people more helpless.

This time the situation is even more critical, the zombies have discovered this small shelter and will launch a deadly attack at any time, but Chihiro will not leave everyone behind to leave this dangerous place with the rescue team, in the end, she still dragged her down.

After a long time, the middle-aged man opened his eyes, and his tiger eyes became a little cloudy: "Brother Zhao Qiang, you don't look like a bad person, I beg you to help me do something, is it okay?" ”

"What's the matter? You say, as long as I can do it, I will not refuse. ”

"Chihiro is like my daughter, she has been taking care of us, and now that we can't do it, we can't drag her down anymore, so please take Chihiro out of here, take care of her for me, take care of her like your own sister, and don't let her suffer anymore, okay?" It took a lot of effort for the middle-aged man to finish these words, and his eager eyes looked straight at Zhao Qiang.

Zhao Qiang nodded, did not speak, he had just stepped into the threshold of a father-to-be, and suddenly understood the thoughts in the hearts of middle-aged people, what money, what life, what is more important than his own children? Maybe one day, when I'm too old to fight, I might choose to let my children have a better future, just like him.

"Promise me!" The middle-aged man's hand held Zhao Qiang's hand tightly, "I want you to promise me personally." ”

"I promise you that I will treat her like my own sister, and I won't let her suffer a little more." Zhao Qiang said firmly.

"Thank you!" The middle-aged man's voice was a little choked, and the right hand that had been hidden was pulled out of the quilt violently, and the muzzle of the black hole was instantly aimed at his head, and the safety on the gun had already been opened, and it could be fired at any time.

The middle-aged man's speed is fast, but Zhao Qiang's speed is even faster, between the lightning and flint, Zhao Qiang's hand has already held the gun in the middle-aged man's hand, and when he pushes and sends it, the gun chamber is instantly separated from the gun body, and it is only at this time that the middle-aged man's finger pulls the trigger.

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