"Strength is guns," David explained, taking the words of "Assass," "but where are we going to get more guns?" Now guns are more expensive than food. ”

"There must be a lot of guns in the prison, right?" Theresa's mother, Anna, speculated, "I saw a lot of zombies in police uniforms today, and there must be more police officers in the prison we didn't go to, isn't the gun problem solved?" ”

"The problem with guns may be solved, but the ammunition can't," David said, putting down the wine glass in his hand and pointing in the direction of the prison, "unless they are bitten to death, these cops will definitely shoot at the zombies until the last bullet, so we are likely to find a large number of guns, but there is no ammunition." ”

"Isn't that like a bunch of burning sticks," Eric said, leaning back on his backpack and taking a sip of his wine.

"I know where the ammunition is," Theresa said with a mysterious smile at the crowd, "and the ammunition is not in the prison. ”

"Huh? How do you know? You, you, you," the "fart spirit" was taken aback, and pointed at Theresa with a bit of a stutter, "You must have been here before, right?" ”

"I haven't been here, but the settings of the rice prison are all the same, there are rules," Theresa took a sip of wine and said with a smile, "You also know my profession," Theresa glanced at Lei Yan and continued, "There are more than 500 full-time forensic doctors in the United States, and I am one of them, you know that I am still very professional," Theresa ignored the "fart" and stuck out her tongue to express disbelief, pointed to an inconspicuous watchtower outside the prison, and said to everyone, "Because of my profession, I have a lot of contact with the police community, Know that the guns and ammunition in the prison are not in the prison, but in the watchtower, and the guns and ammunition must be kept separately, probably to prevent prison riots, this is the standard setting of the Miche Prison, so you don't have to worry about running out of ammunition. ”

"That's wonderful," Davy clapped his hands, looked at the equally excited crowd, and asked the chief, "Chief, haven't you noticed that watchtower after you've been around here for a long time?" ”

"Of course you do, you don't know how many laps I've walked around the prison," the chief frowned and sighed, "but I thought it was a little bit of a water building or something, the door was very locked, and I tried to open it, but it didn't open," the chief shook his head as he looked at the watchtower outside the prison, "and thought there must be no food inside, so he gave up." I'm guessing other people passing by thought the same thing. ”

"I'm glad you don't know," said Eric, smiling as he clinked his glass with the chieftain and took a sip of his wine, "or we'd have had to scare people with empty guns, and toast to your negligence!" The chief took a sip with him.

"I seem to see a very bright future," the "fart spirit" wiped his grease mouth, stretched his oil hand forward, looked at the night sky high in front of him, and said with a fake hope on his face, "Look, it's ahead!" ”

"Haha, why do you guys read poems," Anna said to the "fart" with a smile, "I really don't see the black mole on my face, I know so much!" ”

"How many times have I told you," the "fart" got angry, threw the bone in his hand on the ground, pointed to his face, and repeated to Anna, "I have freckles on my face, not a mole!" It's nothing, it's full of black moles! I'm a soul, you know? ”

Hearing the angry words of the "fart spirit", everyone laughed......