ACT3: The sky is the bank of the Red River

The predecessor of the two-story low building was a beef noodle king all over the country, and this chain has a very foreign name, and there is a store where there is a station. The beef noodle king occupies the feng shui treasure of the railway station, no matter day or night, there is always an endless stream of diners, whether the taste is good or not, at least the business is absolutely booming. It's a pity that the white horse passed through the gap, things were not people, and the once busy traffic was gone, and most of the diners at that time had been reduced to food, and the bustling flow of people was no longer there.

Not too far from the site of the disease, this small eastern city was one of the early devastated cities, with county-level cities sometimes experiencing unbelievable population densities, with hundreds of thousands of people suffering overnight and leaving the city full of corpses at dawn. The snowballing army of walking corpses wreaked wild, sifting through the town inside and out several times until the living were nearly extinct, and then moved and dragged the soulless body to another city.

This night, the long-dusted beef noodle king ushered in new diners again, but unfortunately no one could help them order, but fortunately, this group of people themselves did not come to eat noodles.

The middle-aged man who was brought out of the train station had his arms cut off backwards, tied two thumbs with a shoelace, and sat in the corner with a depressed face. The men and women who sat or stood were silent, and occasionally there were whispered conversations, anyway, no one paid attention to him, just hanging, the middle-aged man was full of sadness, thinking about the fate of his companions, and suddenly felt that his road ahead was gloomy.

As a team of survivors who occupied the feng shui treasure of the railway station, they had not encountered this kind of "black eating black" in the past, but to be honest, unless it was a large-scale attack by the walking corpses, there was really no such heavy casualty. Their gang of people is generally armed forces, and several backbones are railway workers from the previous system, and they relied on their familiarity with railways in the early stage of the catastrophe to avoid a catastrophe. In the past two years, like the vast majority of survivors, they have also lived a life of exile, walking for a while, resting for a while, and slowly accumulating a lot of people along the way.

Leaders rely on their professional strengths, and every time they reach the new territory, they will see the train station as their first target. The location of the train station may not be so safe, and for them, the place is just more familiar. These men in their thirties and forties survived the disaster and had to flee in order to survive, and perhaps the train station was the only place that could give them a sense of belonging.

In the past, they would also run into other survivor teams, and in general, if there was no major conflict of interest between the two parties, they would rarely do it. It's okay to win, but what if you lose? The environment of the collapse of order allows people to maximize their inner bestiality, but the reality of lack of medical care will also prompt them to restrain their behavior. To put it bluntly, thankless work, fools do.

It's not that they haven't been robbed, and judging from the memory of the middle-aged man, the most recent robbery also happened half a year ago. The enemy's soldiers were strong and menacing, and they let these railway guerrillas obediently surrender with their momentum alone, and the other side grabbed things without mercy, but they did not have the ferocity to kill all their defeated troops.

Therefore, when these young people rushed into the carriage wrapped in a cold and murderous aura, most people, including the middle-aged man, did not have much courage to face it. They thought that they had run into the team of looting survivors again, since they couldn't beat it, then they had to grab it, anyway, it wasn't the first time, and they didn't have to worry about running out of firewood. However, they only guessed the beginning, not the end.

Just when the middle-aged man was remorseful and blamed himself, a few people came up on the other side of the stairs. The last of the railway guerrillas raised their eyelids and looked over, only to see the leading young man coming straight for him, blood dripping from the slender steel knife in his hand.

"What are you going to do... The guerrilla shrank back, fearful of the young man. In terms of age, he can definitely be his father, but when it comes to wrists and cold-bloodedness, I am afraid that I will have to call him grandpa. At the moment of life and death, where can he still take care of face, if it weren't for the staring of a few blind boys around him, he really wanted to kowtow a few times to find a way out.

"A few words for you." Song Jiu pulled over a chair full of dust, sat opposite the middle-aged man, saw his face full of fear, waved his hand and said: "Don't be nervous, you answer me honestly, I won't kill you." ”

"You... Do you count? The middle-aged man swallowed his saliva and asked boldly.

Song Jiu ignored him, looked up at Luo Yu by the window, and said, "There are not many walking corpses in the forest, rest here for one night, and leave tomorrow." ”

"There are a lot of walking corpses in the station." Luo Yu shook his capable ponytail, said so, but didn't really object, and beckoned a few young men to the first floor. Don't look at it, it must be on guard, Luo Yu is very relieved to do things Song Jiu.

"Mengfan, roll two cigarettes." Song Jiu moved his arms and beckoned Mengfan, who was changing clothes in the corner.

"Ninth Master, wait a minute, allow the slave family to wear a pair of pants." Xin Mengfan can frolic with anyone, but when he meets Jiao Ziqian, he is endless. Jiao Ziqian originally wanted to rub one, but when he thought of Xin Mengfan's annoying temperament, he still gave up talking about himself, and took out a large bag of dried tobacco leaves from the luggage on the table and came over.

"I ask you, where is the riverbank, and what do you know about it?" Song Jiu didn't talk nonsense, and went straight to the point.

"......" The middle-aged man didn't get the answer he wanted, his lips twitched for a while, but he still couldn't get up, and sighed: "I can take you to the place, I really don't know the rest." ”

"Old boy, think clearly before you reply." Jiao Ziqian swept the tip of his tongue and glued a paper cigarette, handed one to Song Jiu, threw one to the middle-aged man, and squeezed his eyes at him with a sneer.

Song Jiu didn't pick up the stubble, and rubbed the match on the upper of his shoe, wiping out a phosphorus fire that illuminated half of his face.

The tobacco was damp, and although it was dried several times later, the musty smell could not be removed, and there was no filter, so the smoke was no different from burning leaves. The resources are limited, and Song wine has nothing to pay attention to, so he pinched the cigarette and smoked half of it, choked and coughed for a while, raised his eyelids, and found that the middle-aged man was still looking at him with a blank face.

"Have you thought about it?" Song Jiu asked.

"That's... There are more of them than you... The riverbank is actually not a riverbank, it is a place name, but there is indeed a small river nearby..."The middle-aged man chose to compromise and reported the situation in an incoherent voice: "There are still some living people in the city, and those who can't get along with themselves have defected to the gang on the riverbank... The rest, like us, don't want to send people under the fence, but sometimes they don't have enough to eat and drink, so they can only find something to exchange with them......"

"Don't worry, what I ask you, what do you say." Song Jiu spat out his cigarette, sorted out the middle-aged man's messy information, and asked, "That guy has enough supplies?" ”

"Almost... We've exchanged a lot of stuff with them. ”

"What's there? Let's talk about it. ”

"Jerky, eggs, anti-inflammatories, rice, gasoline, and..."

"What else?"

“… And women. ”

"Oh?" Song Jiu raised his eyebrows, smiled at Jiao Ziqian, and asked, "I didn't see any women in your place." ”

“… I was robbed once a while ago, and the woman was also taken away. The middle-aged man's eyebrows revealed a bit of sadness, and he muttered: "In this world, big fists have the final say... Alas. ”

"Where did their supplies come from?"

"I don't know."

"How long have those guys been doing this?"

"It's been a year, we've been here for almost a year, and they've been there." The middle-aged man frowned and thought about it, and took the initiative to confess: "We also knew by accident, it was also snowing heavily that time, and the walking corpses were lying on their stomachs...... In the cold winter, it was rare to see a living person, so they chatted a few words, and they told us that there was a big camp on the other side of the riverbank, and if you can't survive, you can go there. ”

"Kind of interesting, huh?" Jiao Ziqian grinned and turned his head to chat with Xin Mengfan: "Mengfan, kiss me, Brother Qian will make you a few fitting milk covers, what's the matter?" ”

"Really?" Xin Mengfan raised his delicate face and smiled seductively at him, and said sweetly: "Okay, I'll go down and talk to Luo Yu, how many sets will you give me both?" ”

Jiao Ziqian immediately turned his head and only thought he had farted.

"Do those people have guns?" Song Jiu and the two guns they just seized from the train station are useless, they are all small-caliber shotguns made of earth, and they are okay to fight yellow sheep, and it is not good to fight with people, and they have to be loaded with gunpowder when they shoot a shot, which is not forbidden.

"Yes, I've seen it, it's all that kind of big gun, sudden." The middle-aged man secretly figured out this kid's intentions, and thought to himself: There is a kind of bad luck that you go to them.

"Oh." Song Jiu didn't ask again, leaned back in the chair and thought about something, and after a while, Leng Buding asked again: "Where is your car?" ”

"Huh?" The middle-aged man grinned and was stunned.

"Ahh Jiao Ziqian made a perfect cameo appearance on the dog's legs, and slapped the middle-aged man's head on the door, waking him up.

"Don't tell me I don't." Song Jiu leaned down and approached him, and snorted coldly, "Didn't you exchange the little girl for gasoline?" Is it for drinking? I can see what has been seized, and there is no gasoline as you said. ”

"......" The middle-aged man lowered his head, and the last luck in his heart was shattered.

"Ziqian, you take him to drive." Song Jiu couldn't ask anything else, so he was about to end the interrogation, and as soon as he stood up, he suddenly remembered one more thing, and hurriedly stopped the two people who came downstairs: "What happened to those living corpses you said?" ”

The middle-aged man was stunned, and opened his mouth and didn't know how to explain.

"Is there one around here?" Song Jiu frowned and asked.

"Should... Not yet. You haven't seen a living corpse? The middle-aged man didn't know the bottom of his heart, and when he saw Song Jiu nodding, he couldn't help but mutter: "You guys are so lucky." ”

"Let's go pick up the car first, Ziqian, and then take the two of them, pay attention to safety, and protect him." Song Jiu instructed.

"Okay."

The middle-aged man was a little moved, it seems that this young man is not as bad as he imagined.

"This old boy dares to play tricks, and he will be abolished on the spot." Song Jiu said again.

The middle-aged man rolled his eyes, and disappeared without a trace when he had just been moved.