ACT67: A City (Part I)

On the west side of the South Gate Square of the Ming City Wall, on the roof of the Chang'an Castle Hotel, which is thirty-eight meters above the ground, a man with a dark face stands proudly in the wind.

The wind is howling, short hair is flying, the man is dressed in black, his shoulders are wide and his body is broad, and his side face is slashed with a knife and axe, showing his masculinity. With a zipline around his waist, the long zipline stretched through the air, extending from the roof of the hotel and anchoring to another office building a hundred meters diagonally opposite. The street beneath his feet was filled with walking corpses attracted by the streets and alleys, and they were staggering towards a place where fires burst from time to time.

The man's dark face faintly showed a little melancholy, slowly put down the high-powered telescope in his hand, took off the walkie-talkie from his waist, and shouted: "Little bear, can you hear me?" ”

I couldn't see that there was a buzzing electric noise from the walkie-talkie, and after a while, the signal on the other side was stronger, and another male voice replied: "Received, Xiao Wei, please speak." ”

"You go back to the roundabout first and tell Brother Ming that the West Gate is broken." Xiao Wei licked his chapped lips, his speed of speech was not hurried, and his voice was slightly low: "Let Brother Ming prepare to transfer, there are too many walking corpses to stop it." ”

"I see, then you wait for me on the rooftop." The bear, who didn't know where he was, replied intermittently.

"No, I'm in a high place, so I can keep up with you." Xiao Wei put down the walkie-talkie, thought about it and turned on the power again, and said, "I didn't see Yaoyao, if she is not on the roundabout, you have to find a way to answer it." ”

"Roger, be careful yourself, keep in touch." After saying this, the other side was silent.

Xiao Wei exhaled slowly, turned his head to look at the fireworks that flew into the sky from time to time about a kilometer away, and there were still wisps of white smoke in the air after the fireworks exploded. The walking corpses within 500 meters of their feet were basically concentrated, and although the fireworks were not very conspicuous during the day, the movement of the volley explosion was enough to guide these walking corpses to their final destination.

It didn't take long for a speeding mountain bike to pop out of a street in the distance, and the cyclist was hunched over, his butt seemed to leave his seat, and he was kicking wildly, and Kankan turned around before the walking corpse entered the street, passed through several alleys, and disappeared from Xiao Wei's sight.

Seeing that the graduate student successfully avoided the oncoming corpse, Xiao Wei finally put his mind at ease, bent down to pick up the bayonet nailed to a corpse and inserted it into the holster on his waist, fixed the walkie-talkie, put on his backpack, turned over the guardrail, buckled the waist buckle onto the slideway, took a deep breath, jumped hard under his feet, and the whole person rushed into the wind like a big bird, and flew quickly to the tall building at the end of the zipline under the traction of the cableway.

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Around the island, the second floor of the mass sales KTV, luxury box.

Chef Niangjia sat up from the blanket sofa, took the water cup on the coffee table and moistened her throat, looked around, and smiled bitterly.

The private room is very large, with a coffee table in the center, and a large bunk formed by the wall sofa facing each other, and the women and children in the riverbank camp are sleeping soundly, and occasionally there are children snoring softly. There is an LCD screen hanging on the mirrored wall opposite, and although the light is dim, it can also illuminate the tired face of the chef.

Cook Niangjia sat for a while, rubbed her swollen temples, got up and covered the sleeping child next to her, tied up her long hair and pushed the door and walked out. The corridor was silent, with the doors open to the left and right, the front and back boxes were similarly furnished, with extra beds in the boxes with bathrooms, unburned candlesticks on the coffee table, and clothes on the hangers by the doors. The elevator has long been closed, and the torches on both sides of the stairs are lit, and the flares of the fire are refracted by the mirrors of the walls, adding a bit of sleepiness. Going down the stairs, the lobby on the first floor was empty, and the people taking a nap on the welcome sofa were gone, and the noise of people outside could be heard, as if they were busy with something.

The cook straightened out the wrinkled hem of her clothes, took out a simple pocket watch from her arms, looked at the time, and sighed helplessly. Originally, I told Liu Yan that I would go to rest for an hour, and I was waiting for him to change it, which was good, and I slept for an hour.

When I walked out of the door, I saw the girl named Yinuo coming with a brisk walk, and I was surprised to see her appear.

"Is something wrong?" Chef Jia instinctively became alert, and the atmosphere around the island was a little strange.

"I'm coming for you." Yinuo took a breath and said, "Let your people stop sleeping first, come down and go to the warehouse to get rations." ”

"Huh?"

"I'll explain to you later, your bespectacled companion has already transferred the wounded." Yinuo saw her doubts, which inevitably caused panic, and said with relief: "Don't be too nervous, the warehouse is opposite the hospital, and the crowd is lined up." Without waiting for Cook Niangjia to ask another question, she trotted out of the door.

Cook Niangjia didn't seem to understand it, and vaguely felt that it might be troublesome again, so she immediately stopped rubbing, hurriedly ran back to the second floor and shouted to a group of sleeping women, and rushed to the warehouse with a team of sleepy-eyed women.

The so-called "warehouse" is the bank, the glass door is wide open, thirty or forty people are quiet and orderly, lined up in five teams at the service window, as if queuing up to deposit, with a calm expression and no panic at all. The ladies had become frightened birds, and despite the fact that Cook Niangjia repeatedly insisted that there was no danger, she still quieted them. The crowd queuing in the lobby heard the noise behind them, and they cast puzzled eyes, and the cook Niangjia had no choice but to give up comforting and let them relax their nerves in a way of discussion.

The people in front of them moved very quickly, there was no extra nonsense, they left the hall after receiving their things, and soon lined up on the side of Chef Niangjia. There was a very young girl in the service window, who looked about the same age as the little girl, but there was a little bit of innocence between the eyebrows.

The little girl glanced up at Cook Niangjia, and quickly sorted out two bottles of water, a pack of compressed biscuits, and a few fruit candies from the materials piled up on the table, put them in a plastic bag and handed them out. There was not a word in the whole process, and I didn't even look at Chef Niangjia more.

Cook Jia thoughtfully, carried a plastic bag out of the bank, in a trance there was a feeling of both familiar and unfamiliar, I can't say what is wrong, but it is a little strange, as if I am a little uncomfortable. Cook Niangjia waited outside the door for a while, the camp ladies surrounded the window, and asked the little girl what happened here, the little girl's face did not change, did not disperse or answer, still distributed water and food according to the head, and saw that there was no queue behind this group of people, so she pulled down the window glass and turned around and left quickly.

The women didn't get the answers they wanted, and all of them didn't look good, and a few women who didn't live well in the camp scolded angrily.

Chef Niangjia smiled dumbly, and once again agreed with the few words that Song Jiu had said to her at the camp, looking at the group of people who had been comfortable for too long, Chef Niangjia suddenly lost her interest in control, and the compassion in her heart seemed to have become much heavier, and she was no longer so easy to be awakened.

Chef Niangjia bypassed the huge planting shed in the center of the roundabout and saw more than 20 people gathered in the open space in front of the bar, both men and women, quiet and calm, with knives, guns and sticks in their hands, listening to Lu Qian on the balcony on the second floor. Chef Niangjia saw that Liu Yan and seven or eight militia boys were also in the crowd, so she leaned over with a little curiosity, but just approached the crowd and finished speaking.

Lu Qian saw Cook Niangjia, waved to her, and then hurriedly ran down, leaving her, Liu Yan and the rest of the militia.

"Something's wrong?" Chef Niangjia is still confused and doesn't know what happened.

"The west gate is open, there are a lot of walking corpses, and it's not far from here." Lucy tied up her long hair, and although her figure looked delicate, the calmness in her eyes added a force that could not be ignored.

"What do we need to do?" Chef Niangjia nodded, she didn't know much about the layout of the city, but she hadn't seen such a thing as a walking corpse invasion, so she didn't panic.

"It's been arranged, you and Liu Yan will take your people to the underground with you, the wounded have been transferred, and Doctor Yu is also here, don't worry." Lucy rolled up her sleeves as she spoke, and many small scars were faintly visible on her white arms.

"Just let Sister Jia and them take care of the wounded, and we don't need to hide." Liu Yan smiled slightly and said, "You have provided us with so much help, no matter how I say it, I should also contribute." ”

Lu Qian hesitated for a moment, and when she saw Liu Yan and those young men's indifferent eyes, she didn't feel moved, so she nodded: "It's okay, it just so happens that we don't have enough manpower, thank you." ”

"Well, then I won't make a mess." Cook Niangjia said to a few people to take care, and found an "underground shelter" under the guidance of Lucy.

An underground billiards room, three gates were added to the main entrance, and several foreigners were evacuating the crowd before and after, escorting the women and children who did not participate in the battle, and then handing over the three locks to the people inside, blocking them from the inside and eliminating all possible risks.

The billiards room covers a large area, the ventilation windows are covered with a screen to hide the fire from the ground, the billiards tables are still in place, and the left and right sofas and chairs are full of non-combat units. There are a lot of people, but there is no panic as Chef Niangjia imagined, there are a few young girls who are playing black 8 around the desk, the movements are very light, and the frolic is very small.

Jiao Ziqian and a few wounded were very conspicuous, there were only four of them in the entire underground, and Doctor Yu was sitting on the edge of the operating bed, his face was a little tired, and he saw Cook Niangjia waving to her.

"Doctor Yu, I've worked hard for you." Cook Niangjia sat down on the side, a few young men said hello to her, and continued to chat with the women around her, Jiao Ziqian seemed to be still sleeping, his breath was very stable, and his face had recovered a little ruddy.

"You're welcome." Doctor Yu grabbed a handful of melon seeds from the round table at hand and handed them to Cook Niangjia, with a childlike smile on his kind face: "Don't be nervous, it's safe here, just rest." ”

"Hmm." The chef smiled lightly, did she look nervous?

"Doctor Yu, our sister Jia has also seen strong winds and waves, you are too worried." A young man said with a smile, and it could be seen that several of them were quite familiar with the people here, and they dared to joke with the girls in less than half a day.

"You know, you're also here in the storm." Doctor Yu joked with a smile: "We little girls and old women want you to protect you." ”

"Mother Yu, don't worry, don't look lame, it's okay to clean up the walking corpse." The other guy was even more direct, and the doctor didn't shout, and when he opened his mouth, it was "Yu Ma".

Dr. Yu looked very useful, gossiping with them, smiling and radiant.

Cook Niangjia had a light smile on her face, silently looking at the leisurely crowd in the dim firelight, and suddenly felt relieved, and felt relaxed from the inside out.

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