The woman saw that Qi Yu pretending to be asleep was demolished, opened her mouth and laughed a few times to the sky, picked up a thick black bowl that was half the size of Qi Yu's head, raised her hand and poured all the boiled dry food in the bowl into her mouth, and kept breathing, and while drinking, a sound of satisfaction came out from her nose from time to time.

Qi Yu lay on the bed, looking at the transformed woman in front of him, or the girl pretending to be a woman, in amazement. Thinking that her wife is definitely a qualified foodie, how to pack her stomach efficiently and elegantly in front of outsiders is her stunt. And the girl in front of her, no matter how thick the eyeshadow under her eyes is, she can't stop her straightforward youth.

The girl walked over to the table and slammed the empty bowl down, as if noticing the gaffe, and paused for a moment before turning around, her face changing to a vicious look. Qi Yu saw the girl pretending to be a little adult, and her whole body hurt, after all, she had been professionally trained, and she would never laugh if she didn't want to laugh. It's just that Qi Yu's clenched teeth and muscles can see how hard he is holding back.

When the girl saw this, she simply stopped pretending to be vicious. But he changed his cold look, walked up to him with the stick and head ring he picked up, raised his pointed chin, and a sentence came out of his mouth that Qi Yu couldn't understand.

Qi Yu wondered if she was asking where these two things came from, so she lowered her head and was silent, saying that she didn't know, because there was really no way to communicate because of the language barrier. The girl didn't care, and took out two more things and put them in front of Qi Yu.

It's a picture that his wife left for herself. Qi Yu struggled to get up to grab it, but the girl showed a contemptuous smile, gently stretched out a finger, and pressed Qi Yu down, and then made a gesture to tear the two photos off.

Qi Yu sat up from the bed in a hurry, half of her bandaged body was exposed, and the girl took a step back vigilantly and ashamedly, and took back the photo.

Qi Yu, who sat up, touched the blanket, he was wearing a pair of shorts, and pulled it, and tied it quite tightly. So he first opened the blanket and struggled to get out of bed, but as his body moved around, blood slowly oozing from the bandaged place.

Seeing the situation, the girl didn't care about being ashamed, hurriedly handed the photo to Qi Yu, and shook her hand in panic to stop him from getting up.

Qi Yu gasped, his calm and cold eyes stared at her tightly, and pushed away the girl's hand that handed out the photo. The girl was a little panicked, stunned and didn't know what to do.

After a lot of effort, the wound broke open a lot, and Qi Yu finally stood on the ground, a little out of breath, and his body had deteriorated to this point.

But so what.

Some people suspected that the origin of this weapon was unknown, and Qi Yu had no way to explain it. This weapon was evidence that he had fought side by side with his life with his unknown comrades, and everyone had paid an unimaginable price, and Qi Yu felt it was necessary to explain it to the other party as much as possible.

Walking to the place where the stick and the headband were placed, Qi Yu put on the headband, and his mind returned to the night of blood mist and terror.

Walking to the empty space in the center of the room, Qi Yu picked up the stick, pointed at the empty thing in front of him, half-crouched, assumed a posture of aiming, and made a gesture of twisting and firing.

The girl let out a startled cry, but saw no movement.

After making the gesture of firing, Qi Yu moved to the opposite side again, and the monster's hideous giant claws and tentacles came to mind. According to the way he remembered, Qi Yu shook his body, swayed stiffly from side to side, and made the appearance of ferocious slaughter to the virtual warrior opposite.

Dressed as a warrior again, Qi Yu twisted the gun and made a few firing gestures, then pulled out his short knife and pounced on the unwarranted monster opposite, and then his body suddenly stopped, as if he had been hit and fell to the ground.

The moment he fell to the ground, Qi Yu felt like he was back in the night when the one-faced monster fought for his life.

In the end, Qi Yu slowly got up, picked up the stick, put the knife into the sheath, walked back to the girl who was sobbing and mourning, pulled out the photo in the girl's hand, put the weapon back in the girl's arms, and lay back on the bed and never spoke again.

This is not anger, but sorrow for the unknown sacrifice of comrades-in-arms.

Staring at the photo in his hand, no longer paying attention to the girl's call, Qi Yu seemed to be unable to see enough of his wife and little guy in the photo.

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The next day I didn't see the girl all day, and no one else came in.

The only one who came in to change his gauze bandage was a male veteran who looked old and rugged, but his hands and feet were very neat and careful. The old soldier was tall and burly, but his complexion was not the same as that of the little girl, but more like Mark's group, with burnt yellow skin. Of course, these people, including the little girl, are like earthlings in a foreign land, not like monsters, and they are not earthly species at first glance.

It is worth mentioning that the old soldier's hair is very neat and clean, his beard seems to have been shaved, and his chin is bare. There was a conspicuous scar on the neck, pitted, bright red and twisted, like a red-hot wire twisted around the neck. He wore a head ring on his head to identify monsters, armor for his joints and limbs, and a short knife at his waist, all of which were exactly the same as Qi Yu's comrades-in-arms who had fought side by side.

Only the weapon in his hand was not a barrel stick, but more like a rifle in the original normal world, but much larger. The matte gun body with a black gray metal texture was murderous, but the familiar mechanical feeling gave Qi Yu a long-lost cordiality.

When the dressing was changed, the gun was leaning against the side of the bed, and Qi Yu couldn't help but reach out and touch the body of the gun, and the expression on his face seemed to thaw.

The old soldier didn't care about Qi Yu using his weapon, like Qi Yu, even if he was in good health, three or four would not be a problem, not to mention that Qi Yu was so miserable now. That day, the old soldier himself peeked through the crack in the door, and Xiao Airou pressed Qi Yu down with one finger.

It's just that the later scenes are not very good-looking, and Qi Yu's performance in the room that day was very clumsy, but it revealed a tragic message, which is regrettable. And Xiao Airou has been holding her breath when she walks there these days, and the people around her are miserable if they do things a little slower. The seriously injured man in front of him is the culprit of Xiao Airou's madness, but he is also a real man.

After the old soldier finished changing the medicine, he sat on the side and watched Qi Yu stroke his love gun, smiled and took out a small ear pot made of sand red pottery, took a sip of something that smelled like wine, and looked at Qi Yu without saying a word.

Qi Yu knew that the medicine had been changed, but he was reluctant to drop the gun in his hand, and he couldn't wait to buckle up a shuttle himself.

If only everyone had this gun in their hands that day, it would probably be a different ending, the defense of the invisible monster is really strong, and only those brains on the body are weak. If there is a gun, no matter how high the monster is, a few walnuts will always explode when the shuttle passes.

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After playing with it for a while, Qi Yu handed the gun back to the old soldier with the muzzle of the gun outward, and his face returned to the indifference of rejecting people thousands of miles away. The old soldier carried his gun and was about to go out, seeing that Qi Yu was so indifferent, the legs that he wanted to take back retreated.

Walking up to Qi Yu, who had his eyes closed, the old soldier pushed Qi Yu with the butt of his gun. Qi Yu opened his eyes and looked at him a little strangely, and everyone couldn't understand what they were saying to each other, so what was there to talk about.

Walking to the big bowl left by the girl yesterday, the old soldier came to the same posture as the girl drank boiled dry food yesterday. The expression of squeezing his eyebrows made Qi Yu happy.

Seeing Qi Yu laughing a little, the old soldier rubbed his hands on his eyes again and pretended to cry, and ran out of the door, Qi Yu looked embarrassed and was extremely awkward, is this a performance art version of the complaint.

The old soldier walked back, stood at the door, saluted with his left fist on his right chest, nodded to Qi Yu, closed the door and left.

Qi Yu understood what the old soldier meant, the girl was too embarrassed to come back yesterday, and the old soldier was probably her elder, who acted in a scene and apologized for her.

What's wrong with a little girl, it's just that ordinary people like themselves are unwilling to be despised and looked down upon.

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