Chapter 212: Temptation!

"Have you always been a monk?"

Cowell looked at Martin, not like a monk he had ever seen, he lacked some smell in his body. Martin didn't shy away from saying that he wasn't.

He told Cowell that he used to be a police officer and worked in the city. Then something happened that made him what he is now.

Martin has a strong physique and good physical qualities in all aspects, and Colwell believes what he says. It's just that the police to the monks, it's hard for him to imagine!

"What about you?" Martin asked rhetorically.

"Before the end times, I was a doctor! It's just for the animals, veterinarians. ”

As Cowell finished speaking, the monk glanced at him, and he himself shrugged and smiled. It seems that this profession is very inconsistent with his current dress, and it does not match his personality.

"Actually, I'm a bad person. I have killed a lot of people, and my hands are stained with other people's blood. ”

Cowell said, closing his eyes and thinking deeply. He was such a person, he didn't understand why the monks saved him. After hearing this, the monk folded his hands and said a word of Amitabha.

"Actually, you don't know how to cook."

Diverting the subject, Colwell teased him at his cooking skills. The things made by the monk were unpalatable, and perhaps he didn't think it himself, but Colwell was used to it.

Over time, he accepted the taste. Compared to wandering outside and eating dirty things, the monks gave much better.

The monk would get in a hurry every day when he cooked, and his wife used to take care of him, and he never took care of anyone, and he was not to blame.

"I didn't expect you to want to talk to me today."

"Where is your home? My original home was in a small town in the northern city. Security there is very good, and there are very few major events. ”

Martin used to be in the North City, a small town sheriff, and he was in charge of the policing of a small town. The people there are very nice, and they are like family to each other.

But after the outbreak of the virus, everything changed, and he had to leave the town where he had lived for six years, full of endless memories, to survive in the outside world.

He, like Cowell, also manages a small town. One is the sheriff of the town and the other is the leader of the town, and they are very similar.

"Do you think I'm a bad person?"

Cowell looked at Martin and asked him to judge himself. Martin had dealt with many criminals, so he naturally had the ability to disguise himself and began to look at him.

"Have you ever saved someone?" Martin asked rhetorically. Cowell nodded, and he glanced at his arm, which he had given up to save others.

He saw that on Cowell's finger, there was also the mark left by the long-term purchase of the ring. Guess he once had a wife and maybe children.

He should have a story to tell about what he is now, so he is very understanding and sympathetic. Because of his own character, that's how it transformed.

He stared at Colwell for a long time, saying that everyone is guilty, but the severity of the crime is different. You can also comment on a person's good or bad because of a good or bad thing.

Good people can also make mistakes, they can also kill people, and they become bad people. And when a bad guy saves someone, he becomes a good guy. So, you can only ask yourself in your heart, and no one hasn't answered for you.

People can change, as long as you have a good heart and do more good, you are a good person.

After listening to the monk's answer, Cowell felt that he benefited a lot. The monk was also very happy that he was able to open his heart and say these words to himself.

After talking, the monk got up and left, taking the basket he had brought. Before leaving, he said to him, "Tomorrow, I'll take you out for a walk." ”

Cowell was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect the monk to let him out, and this was a good opportunity.

With a click, the basement door locked, and everything went back to normal, and everything fell silent. Cowell stood at the window with a knife in his hand.

The knife he had taken from the basket was the one he used to cut the fruit. He talked to Martin just to attract attention and make it easier to move.

His real purpose was to find a way to get out of here. He didn't change his habits because of Martin's few words, or because of the days he was locked up.

He will always be a beast that will not give in, and whoever stands in his way, he will eat whom! He has a habit of killing, and he has long become a demon.

In the moonlight, the knife surface shone with a cold light, and Cowell's good eyes became very sharp. He looked at the night sky and waited for tomorrow.

Back to the room.

The monk placed the basket on the table, feeling a wave of suspicion in his heart, but still thinking on the bright side. He uncovered the basket with a white cloth and took out the contents one by one.

Glancing at what he had brought with him, except for the tomatoes that Cowell had taken, and his food. Put it on the far right of the basket and the fruit knife is gone!

The story of the farmer and the snake reminded him over and over again. But he still wanted to persevere, and the decision he made was intended to gamble on him.

Because the fruit knife was deliberately put in the basket by Martin for Cowell to take away.

……

The next day.

Martin arrived as promised, brought breakfast early in the morning, and waited for Colwell to finish the meal. He uncuffed Cowell and tied him around his wrists with rope.

He took Cowell to his place of work, in a field in his backyard. The dealer has long been abandoned, and it has become a chaotic Fenggang.

Martin built a shed for himself, with a tool underneath and a small cart next to it. The walking corpses that were transported were all buried by his own hands.

He respects everyone and accommodates everyone, even the deceased. By doing this, he was just atoning for his sins and trying to make himself feel better.

Lying on the edge of the field, he saw Martin and Cowell coming over and wagging their tails to try it out. It guarded the dead bodies and kept the animals from approaching.

For each deceased, he would collect and bury together. Those who can know their identities will also make wooden boards on the grave and engrave their names.

Beneath the shed he had built, there were still a few freshly repaired planks with names not yet carved on them. In order to do these things, he also injured his hand many times and bled many times.

On his right hand, he still has a band-aid on two fingers. Cowell, of course, didn't understand what he was doing, and only treated him as a psychotic, mentally abnormal person.

While he was talking to himself and turning his back to him, Cowell took out the knife he had prepared, quickly cut the rope, and stabbed Martin in the back.

Martin quickly picked up the bamboo stick and struck him down, knocking him to the ground. The knife was also thrown on the ground, and Colwell picked it up, got up and stabbed Martin again.

Martin made a stick move, knocked him down again, pointed the stick at him and said, "Come again!" ”