acT106 said: Farewell roundabout, express hotel. A window half-concealed the bed curtain, the dim orange light danced continuously, and on the white wall, two shadows were entangled, stretched by the candle flame, changing into various shapes.

The hotel is generally soundproofed, and the acne girl next door tosses and turns, covering the quilt and pressing the pillow, but unfortunately it can't stop the more high-pitched and continuous cry of pleasure on the other side of the wall.

The acne girl rolled her eyes and pounded the wall and roared

"Can you be quiet"! Xin Mengfan next door gasped again and again, responding to her intermittently

"Come along, Guli."

"Die!" The acne girl sat up with her messy hair, helpless against the shameless behavior next door, and I don't know if the two of them took the wrong medicine, and they still have the strength to fight hand-to-hand after a busy day.

After sitting for a long time, instead of stopping, the next door intensified, and the red-faced muttering words burned the acne girl's heart like boiling oil, from the inside out, bursts of heat.

The acne girl whined and sighed, retracted the quilt and relaxed her body, and reached into the quilt to follow the rhythm of the next door.

Mengfan lay on the bed, his body was as weak as mud, he didn't have the strength to turn over, his fingertips were playing on Song Jiu's chest, his eyes were like silk, and his cheeks were flushed; Song Jiu took a breath, lit a cigarette with satisfaction, felt the hot and tender body on his side, and his eyes showed a thick tiredness.

"What's wrong with you?" Meng Fan looked up at him and said in a low voice, "Tired? ”

"Hmm." Song Jiu responded, pulled the quilt over his angry body, was silent for a while, and asked coldly: "Mengfan, do you think it's good here?" ”

"Huh?" Meng Fan blinked his big eyes filled with water vapor, not understanding the meaning of Song Jiu.

"Roundabout, this place, do you want to stay here forever?" Song Jiu repeated.

"Where are you, where am I." Meng Fanlai rubbed his chest and muttered, "It's good to have you." ”

"It's useless to ask you." Song Jiu pursed his lips and smiled and sighed deeply. Meng Fan noticed that the person next to her was a little worried, but she didn't take the initiative to ask, Song Jiu didn't think much, no one knew what was going on in his head, and he didn't necessarily say it when he asked, Meng Fan was used to listening to his decision directly.

"Originally, I wanted to stay with my sister, but my sister is doing well, and it seems useless for me to stay here." Song Jiu stared at the slowly escaping smoke ring, his eyes were a little dazed, as if he was talking to himself: "I have been looking forward to finding her for the past few years, but after I found her, I felt ...... How to put it, it seems that as long as you know that she is still alive, there is no particularly strong attachment, do you understand? ”

"I don't understand." Mengfan's voice was low, and his eyes were bright.

"It's very difficult." Song Jiu sighed and pinched off the cigarette butt. Meng Fan tilted his head and thought about it, and said in a low voice: "Where do you want to go?" ”

"I don't know." Song Jiu shook his head, put his chaotic thoughts behind, and said, "Forget it, if you don't talk about this, it will affect your mood." As he spoke, he turned over and pressed Mengfan under him, and reached out to separate the two white and greasy thighs.

Meng Fan smiled sweetly, wrapped his legs around Song Jiu's waist, and said coquettishly: "If you have a clue, be the first to tell me, otherwise-ah..."

The acne girl next door had just washed her hands, and when she returned to bed and heard the second round on the other side of the wall, she rolled her eyes and completely collapsed.

…… The next morning, the clouds dispersed, and the long-lost sunlight pierced through the thick clouds and returned to the earth with a warm warmth.

As the rainstorm subsided, the dripping water dropped on the branches, falling to the ground with the gentle trembling of the branches and leaves, and merging with the deposited puddles.

After the rain, dark clouds still hang over the hearts of the people around the island, and the threat of death is close at hand.

All the bodies in the hospital were transported to the Mercy Grace Cemetery, and compared with some people, they were lucky, at least some people collected the bodies and some were buried.

After the simple funeral, the roundabout is still busy. The non-combatants brought by Wu Wentao were all assigned to Chef Niangjia and Lu Qian, and the surge in personnel did not reduce the pressure on the internal staff, but the messy trivial matters became more and more numerous. The addition of Acne Girl and Mengfan helped her share a lot of tasks, at least she didn't have to do it herself to count and distribute the materials.

Those foreigners with their backs on their backs undertook the heavy task of building the boiler room under the command of Wu Wentao, the status quo has been maintained around the island for a long time, and suddenly they want to break ground, everyone is excited and dazed, here is not like an empty river bank, the walking corpses in the city are still raging, and the buildings and asphalt roads are not as easy to clean up as the land, not to mention the new boiler room, how to demolish the original floor building is a big trouble.

Wu Wentao has experience in building fortifications, but unfortunately building bricks and tiles is not the same thing as building trenches and bunkers, so he doesn't have any good way, looking at the buildings crowded in front of and behind the hospital, his mind comes and goes

"Blasting" such an idea. Ming Junwei rejected this proposal in one bite, not to mention the difficulty of directional blasting, just the walking corpses attracted by a thunder on the flat ground were enough for them to drink a pot.

Besides, they have a lot of guns and ammunition now, but **This thing is a scarce commodity, where can they get such a large yield**?

Moreover, the buildings in the city have been blown by wind and rain and burned by war over the years.

Wu Wentao didn't insist, he just mentioned it, the blasting could not be implemented, so he could only move his eyes to reality.

So the audition for the full name began, and all those with construction experience were screened out, divided into several groups, and left the roundabout under the protection of armed men, looking for all the necessary building materials throughout the city, and at the same time had to find a way to get some construction vehicles.

Building materials and engineering vehicles are part of it, and the coal needed for power generation can not be put aside, Wu Wentao's fighters are not many, and there are few people around him in two batches.

Luo Yu and Liu Yan were originally going to follow, but Song Jiu didn't let them, there were obviously more trivial things around the island, and going this way was nothing more than being a coolie, and it was useless to go to so many people.

Yu An and Hui Hui were stationed in the laboratory, and together with the graduate students, assisted Dr. Chung, in addition to setting up the laboratory, he also had to count the equipment and medicines needed.

A few days ago, acid rain caused illness consumed a large amount of inventory, and now the medical reserves are basically zero, and the little surplus in Wu Wentao's car cannot make up for the shortfall at all.

Those who needed to leave the roundabout went to the hospital before leaving, and as instructed by Dr. Chung, all had their blood collected to test for infection.

The number of people around the island has decreased greatly, and the number of people has exceeded 200 again, Dr. Zhong is really too busy, it turns out that one of the two nurses in the car was hit by Song Jiu and had a concussion, and he had to stay in bed for a while, and the other had to catch ducks on the shelves, temporarily charge Yu'an and Huihui, and take the two of them to help collect.

Blood analysis is a time-consuming job, and hundreds of people are even more complicated projects, and the messy offices of small hospitals are all rebuilt.

Lao Tian sometimes likes to brag, but he is quite reliable when he does business, after all, he used to be the person in charge of the establishment faction, and he always has two brushes.

Song Yao and Luo Yu will continue to be responsible for the guarding of the island, the rain has stopped, and the crowd has no symptoms of acid rain for the time being.

Then again, the living corpse virus and the walking corpse virus are all here to join in the fun, so what is the acid rain?

Jiao Ziqian's body is almost recovered, and it is not a matter to stay in bed to recuperate, the trivial things around the island are complicated, and he doesn't want to get together, so he died and begged to keep up with Song wine, and he temporarily owes some fire to fight and kill, but it is always more than enough to drive.

Song Jiu didn't refuse, it just so happened that he thought Lao Lin Balabala was talking a lot, and the two of them could make his ears clean and pure.

The only episode appeared in Xiao Wei, this tough guy who was almost killed by acid rain had just woken up, and when he heard that Ming Junwei and Wu Wentao had formed an alliance, the tough guy was very annoyed, and he didn't want to shake hands with Wu Wentao for anything.

It was useless for Ming Junwei and Song Yao to persuade in turn, blood feuds were easy to settle and difficult to solve, Xiao Wei had no understanding of this man who killed countless of his comrades-in-arms, even if Ming Junwei said that he was powerful, he was unwilling to compromise.

In desperation, Ming Junwei had no choice but to bring the two of them together, and some things didn't make sense, so they could only be resolved with actions.

Ming Junwei and the others were originally very worried, afraid that the impulsive Xiao Wei would cause trouble at this juncture, but they still underestimated this former soldier brother.

There was no scene of the enemy meeting each other, and a wounded and a defector chatted face-to-face for an afternoon, and there was no imaginary fight for their lives.

There were no outsiders present when the two were talking, no one knew what was going on in the room, Lin Dao was long-mouthed, and said that he would not meet for a revenge, but in exchange for half of the white eyes of the island, he slipped back behind Song Jiu with an embarrassed face.

Everything is basically decided, the tasks that take time are not urgent, there should be everything, and if there is not, you have to take your time, although the time is tight, but safety is obviously more important.

Before leaving, Song Yaoqian instructed Song Jiu not to be impulsive, after all, barren mountains and mountains, unlike roundabouts, at least you can ask for help in time, once something goes wrong, far water can't quench your thirst.

Song Jiu listened very carefully and did not show any impatience, Song Yao's concern and worry he could feel, the wisps of family affection overflowing with blood thicker than water, unconsciously melting some emotions.

Song Jiu grinned, feeling a lot of emotion in his heart, he talked to Meng Fan about going to stay last night, but he didn't expect to change his mind after a night.

Mengfan and Luo Yu hugged him one by one, from following Song Jiu to now, they have never left Song Jiu, although they are very confident in Brother Jiu, but to say that they are not worried at all, it is impossible after all.

"Fake Taoist, Brother Jiu is going to lose a hair, so you don't have to come back." Meng Fan pouted and played prestige with the fake Taoist priest, who took care of everything, looking like he was saving the common people, and he was in the wine.

"You have to be there even if you're not drinking, understand?" Meng Fan crooked the corners of his mouth and scolded with a smile, stood on tiptoe to offer Song Jiu a soft kiss, looked left and right sneakily, took out a thick pistol from his arms and handed it to Song Jiu, and said in a low voice: "Just in case, hide it!" ”

"Huh." Song Jiu smiled dumbly, the body of the gun was heavy, and the handle of the gun was stamped with a steel seal, not like a guy from the roundabout, and said in surprise: "Where did you come from?" ”

"Picked it up." Meng Fan smiled sweetly, squeezed his eyes and left the farewell team. …… In the boiler room reconstruction site, a red-bearded ghost man was groping around all over his body, muttering difficult words in his mouth, sweating like rain.

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