"What's the urging, didn't you see anyone fighting in the house?" The black pig fumbled in his pocket, took out a pack of cigarettes, took one out of it and put it in his mouth, lit it with a lighter and took a sharp puff, the pig came out of its nose with inferior smoke, it took the cigarette in its mouth, walked to the man who had fainted, and asked, "Who the is fighting?" ”

Some people looked at Zhang San and looked away, as if they were scrupling about something, and no one dared to identify it.

Ling Zhi knew that most of the people were Zhang Sanda, she looked at Zhang San meaningfully, Zhang San lowered his head and sorted out his clothes casually, and then raised his head and said lightly: "He got up early in the morning and hit the wall, and he couldn't stop it." ”

"Really? You can't get human plague, right?! Damn, how much money do I have to make less on this damn one! Now human beings have no IQ to lie, the black pig did not doubt Zhang San's words at all, and was startled at the moment, and lifted the person up with the pig's trotters and turned it upside down, thinking that he was dead and almost scolded, but he found that this person just fainted, and threw him out of the door, and instructed outside, "It's not dead, it won't affect Lao Tzu's money, come here, throw him on the slaughterhouse." ”

The janitor came and took the man away, and the black pig picked up a wooden stick and knocked on the iron door: "All the people in the house go to the truck outside!" ”

Those who understood the words began to move out, and those who did not understand and stood still were beaten by black pigs with sticks and yelled to leave. Ling Zhi didn't want to be beaten by a pig again, so she took the initiative to go out, and she also had the idea of leaving through this truck.

Zhang San followed closely, grabbed Ling Zhi's arm, and whispered, "I...... Scared ......"

Ling Zhi said: "I can't protect myself, and I'm also afraid." ”

Zhang San said: "I'm also afraid. ”

Ling Zhi: "I'm scared too. ”

"I'm scared too."

“……”

The essence of human beings is a repeater?

There are two medium-sized trucks parked outside the yard, and according to what the black pig said yesterday, the ugly ones go to the slaughterhouse, and the good ones go to the pet store. People are self-aware, and Ling Zhi thinks that he should go to a pet store more or less.

The black pig poked her with a stick: "What does this look like, you, go there." ”

…… Ling Zhi was driven to the car to the slaughterhouse, and he was extremely depressed. It's not that she's afraid of being slaughtered, she has a way to escape, it's just that she can't figure it out now.

"! I've been doing it for so many years, and I've never seen a human being look so ugly! Uglier than the woman just now! Isn't there something strange about being ugly like this? Get out of here, don't get my eyes dirty. It wasn't until Zhang San was driven over with these words that Ling Zhi's heart was a little balanced and even wanted to laugh.

Fortunately, it seems that it is just a matter of the aesthetics of animals and the aesthetics of humans, and she doesn't have to doubt herself too much.

After the team was separated, they all went to their respective vehicles, and the thin janitor helped the black pig push the door of the cargo compartment towards the middle, and hung a heavy lock from the outside.

Perhaps it was the smell of many humans to be slaughtered in the cargo compartment, but at this time the human beings finally smelled the crisis, and they were no longer as calm as they had been in the house before, and they were jumping back and forth in the dark cargo compartment, knocking the tin cargo compartment "thump".

It was useless to be restless, Ling Zhi and Zhang San stood calmly, and Zhang San suddenly said, "I'm dying." ”