acT107 said: On the road in May, the mountains are snowy, and there are no flowers but cold. The mottled city walls full of wind and frost disappeared at the end of sight, the outline of the bare distant mountains gradually became clear, and the scarred commercial vehicles drove crookedly on the highway around the city, stopping and stopping, changing lanes from time to time, and finally leaving the ancient city at noon.

In the first half of the car, it was Wu Wentao's person, Dr. Zhong's rumored lover, Chu Guangxu. After this kid learned that Song Jiu was the culprit who kidnapped Dr. Zhong, he had a nose that was not a nose and eyes that were not eyes, Song Jiu was too lazy to distinguish with him, anyway, his boss was also in the car, and he was not afraid that he would dare to make a mistake.

The coal pulling team gathered a total of ten people, Wu Wentao, Chu Guangxu plus three ghost gangsters, and Song Jiu was Lin Daochang, Jiao Ziqian and two young men.

Originally, they were going to look for a large-tonnage truck in the city first, but after discussion, they felt that it was not very convenient, the city was full of walking corpses, and they would definitely be alarmed a lot when they tossed up.

In addition, the quota for trucks is too small, the fuel consumption is also a bit excessive, and their gasoline reserves are not much, in short, they can still save money.

The trip is not close, will you encounter trouble during the period or not, there are also benefits for people to be gathered together, there are a lot of leftover vehicles seen along the way, and then it is not impossible to find a way.

Ten people sat in their respective positions, or pretending to sleep or chatting, Wu Wentao sat behind the driver's seat, the window was open, the strong wind hunted and hunted, and he was blown a big back for free, the side face of the knife and axe was three-dimensional, the eyes were buckled with big sunglasses, the combat uniform board was clean, and there was a tough guy atmosphere from the inside out.

Song Jiu observed this man with Lu Xun's face through the rearview mirror, he basically didn't say anything along the way, but every time he came to the fork, he would remind Chu Guangxu of the direction, he didn't smoke or chat, he just looked at the gap in the window, and didn't know what he was thinking.

Song Jiu is actually very curious about this person, Liu Yan said that this is his former boss; Song Yao also said that this was their former mortal enemy.

To form an alliance with such a person, it stands to reason that there should be a lot of topics, but unfortunately Wu Wentao and Song Jiu are not very good at chatting, so they can only make eye contact from time to time.

The most jubilant in the car is Jiao Ziqian and Lin Daochang, the two chattering together is simply a disaster for happy and quiet people, from leaving the roundabout to driving out of the city, these two people's mouths are basically not idle, they simply talk about everything, they can talk about everything.

from astronomy and geography to folk customs; The change of the walking corpse in the east, the plump breasts and fat buttocks in the west, the chat content is all-encompassing, and the scriptures are quoted lightly, and there is a lot of scolding Fang Xuan and pointing out the appearance of a great man.

The topic of the two people is not the same, there is basically no cold time, you say a word to me, you have an opinion, I have an argument, I have an argument, I heard the onlookers look at each other, the initial impatience is gradually replaced by shock and admiration, one by one's eyes are round, and the mind is full of the words of the two talkers.

Even Wu Wentao couldn't hold back later, took off his glasses and turned his neck back to the carriage, watching the two of them fight with interest, and a smile gradually appeared on his cold face.

Song Jiule is broken, he really underestimated the power of chatter before, this lip gun is comparable to a million soldiers!

The solemn atmosphere in the carriage gradually loosened, and the foreigners and young men were also aroused, transforming from the onlooker party to the interpolation party, taking advantage of the gap between the two spitting to insert a few words, and they became familiar with each other, one side was bluffing in Chinese with a funny tone, and the other side was full of Chinese English, and when the business car drove to the first service station of the journey, the few in the carriage had already begun to call brothers and sisters.

"If you urinate quickly, go to the oil storage tank if you have nothing to do." Chu Guangxu drove the car into the service area, slowed down and looked around for a while.

The bronzing characters in the service area have long been mottled, the stairs with bright tiles in the past are full of dirt and water stains, the doors and windows glass that should not be broken have become all over the ground, the ground that has not been covered by cement is overgrown with weeds, there are many tires shriveled in the parking spaces, the vehicles that accumulate dust, the gas station is low-lying, a pool of deep water has accumulated, and the oil pipeline is soaked in puddles and rusty.

There was no trace of the walking corpse, the ground was full of decaying fallen leaves and dead branches, several garbage cans were overturned aside, and the former household garbage was scattered everywhere by the wind and rain, which had already changed color and merged with the ground.

Song Jiu yawned, jumped out of the car and stretched his waist, looking into the distance, the mountains and fields were endless, and the clouds covered the mist, which was completely different from the gloomy scene in front of him.

Lin Daochang, Jiao Ziqian, and the ghost brothers stood in a row on the side of the road, untied their trouser belts and urinated together, as if they were urinating farther than anyone else.

Song Jiu laughed dumbly, shook his head helplessly, leaned over the peeing team and came to Jiao Ziqian's ear and muttered, "You two are thick-skinned enough, don't you panic?" Jiao Ziqian was stunned for a moment, followed Song Jiu's playful gaze, and immediately two lumps of red floated on his handsome face, scolding and scolding the guy and running away, muttering some unbearable words in his mouth.

He won the urine distance, but unfortunately the size difference in the hardware was too much, which hurt his self-esteem. Chu Guangxu and Wu Wentao stood outside the car and didn't know what they were talking about, the driver Xiao Chu was undoubtedly the loneliest person on the journey, Song Jiu of the co-pilot was tired of him, and no one cared about anyone, Wu Wentao in the back only cared about listening to cross talk, and the rest of the people chatted hotly, and he was the most boring.

When he saw Song Jiu coming, he stopped talking and beckoned a few ghosts to run to the gas station with empty gasoline barrels.

"Your men are interesting." Wu Wentao rarely took the initiative to open his mouth, and there was still a little smile on the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes.

"The two of them are together." Song Jiu smiled and gave him a cigarette. Although the two sides are allies, there is no need to be too angry, they are all people who have come out of the way, and they all know when and what attitude should be.

Wu Wentao took the cigarette and glanced at it, took out a windproof lighter from his pocket and lit it, threw it to Song Jiu, moved his eyebrows, and asked, "That girl is your own sister?" ”

"Huh?" Song Jiu was stunned for a moment, and then nodded: "Yes, a mother and a compatriot." Wu Wentao let out an 'oh', as if he had thought of something, didn't ask more, and smiled at the corner of his mouth.

"I heard that you and my sister used to be mortal enemies?" Song Jiu took a puff of cigarette and spit out a string of smoke rings, and asked casually.

"Pretty much." Wu Wentao laughed at himself and replied: "It's not against them, we were looking for someone at that time, and the person we were looking for happened to be with your sister and them." ”

"Have you seen my brother-in-law?" Song Jiu raised his eyebrows, as if he was talking to himself: "I don't even know what he looks like." ”

"Brother-in-law?" Wu Wentao was stunned, grinned, and said, "I don't have an impression, I should have seen it, I remember that there were a lot of them before." ”

"It's gone."

"Well, it's gone." Two men with a ten-year-old difference in their eyes had similar vicissitudes in their eyes, leaning on the car, smoking cigarettes, looking at the old and dilapidated service station, and their thoughts slowly drifted away with the smoke.

"Why didn't you do it with your old club?" Song Jiu squinted at him and asked. Wu Wentao pinched the cigarette butt and thought about it, and replied irrelevantly: "How much do you know about Kenny?" ”

"Zero." Song Jiu pursed his lips and said, "I've heard people mention it these days, but I don't know what to do." ”

"It's good not to understand." Wu Wentao flicked his cigarette butt, breathed a long sigh of relief, and said: "Half of the first thirty years have been spent living for him, and the second half of my life is for myself." Song Jiu smiled when he heard this, and did not continue to ask.

Chu Guangxu and a few people came back, and the gasoline barrel was still empty.

"The oil storage tank has been drained." Chu Guangxu was a little annoyed, stuffed the fuel tank back into the car, and scolded angrily: "There is not a drop left." ”

"Drained?" Wu Wentao raised his eyebrows, his expression a little puzzled.

"Well, the pipeline is still connected, there are ruts, and it will take a while." Chu Guangxu spread his hands, climbed into the cab and looked at the fuel gauge, and said, "It's enough to drive over, I'm afraid that it will be inconvenient to return." ”

"Let's take a look along the way, if you can't pump with the traffic, how many count." Wu Wentao was not surprised by this, or he had expected it a long time ago, and his face did not change much.

Lao Lin and Jiao Ziqian, two chicken thieves, returned to the carriage early, not at all

The consciousness that "field service" should have, and his lazy appearance made Chu Guangxu's teeth itch, so he was a little tired after driving for a long time, and threw the driver's work to Jiao Ziqian.

Jiao Ziqian is not a picky eater, just halfway through the road, his mouth is a little numb, with a harmless and innocent smile on his face, and he sits in the driver's seat.

"I've never seen you bluff so much before." Song Jiu buckled his seat belt and leaned back on the seat, couldn't help but feel a little sleepy, muttered a sentence to lie down, and said, "Open well, I'll sleep for a while." ”

"There are fewer than a thousand cups of wine for a confidant, and you have to have a drink with Lao Lin when you go back." Jiao Ziqian has been in bed for more than half a month to recuperate, but he is full of leisure and has nowhere to go, and he is the most energetic in the car.

The people behind were also tired, and seeing that there was no movement on the road, they all stopped talking and closed their eyes to gather their spirits, and after a while, a slight snoring sounded in the carriage.

Wu Wentao recovered his expression of clay sculpture, looking out the window in a daze, playing with a thick pistol in his hand, his sword eyebrows sometimes frowning and sometimes stretching, the road was long, and his mind was chaotic.

The road conditions on the highway are more complicated, and you can close your eyes and step on the accelerator in the smooth section, and you can't plug in the congested places at all.

The body of the commercial vehicle is not small, and it was forced to stop several times on the way, and when the congestion is not too serious, the ghosts can also rely on brute force to help open a road, but there is no way to block the intersection from the beginning to the end, and the lane is simply like a cemetery for cars, with a wide variety of large and small, and the door is open, and the face is dirty.

The first half of the leisure and comfort ended, all kinds of troubles followed, in addition to the big traffic jam, the walking corpses are not willing to be lonely to show their heads, from the beginning of the scattered three or five to the group of corpses, the 50-kilometer highway walked for two hours, the shadow of the thermal power station has not been seen, and a lot of ammunition has been consumed.

Song Jiu gradually reined in his mood of being fattened, looked at the serious people in the carriage, and regretted that he had taken fewer people.

They don't stop on the way, but what about when they get to the power station? In case of a group of corpses attacking during loading and unloading, it is really suspenseful to rely on ten people.

The weather in May was cloudy and uncertain, the sky was flickering and dark, and even the people with the car were solemn, Wu Wentao only said that the power station was not far away, but did not specify the location.

Song Jiu estimated that he would not be able to sleep in the wilderness at night, so he instructed Lao Lin and a few people to pay attention to the surroundings to see if there was a suitable place to camp, the road was too conspicuous, and it was easy to make trouble when attacked by walking corpses in the middle of the night, and the two groups had no tacit understanding, so it was wiser to rely on themselves.

"You have to go to the bottom of the mountain before dark, and you can camp in the mountain at night, and there is still some way up the mountain." Wu Wentao saw Song Jiu's intentions, so he comforted him: "Don't be too nervous. Song Jiu glanced at him, didn't speak, nodded lightly, turned his eyes to the window, and looked at the distant view of the swaying grass and was stunned.

Recently, he has often been out of state, and Song Jiu himself doesn't know what the reason is, so he is always distracted.

"Ninety-nine, am I dazzled? What do you think that's that? Lin Daochang, who was behind, slapped Song Jiu with his hand and shook down the window.

The chatters in the carriage also came over and followed the instructions of Lin Daochang and forgot about the past.

"What's wrong?" Song Jiu frowned, threw away the chaotic thoughts in his mind, sat up and asked.

"That...... Is it a horse? Lao Lin's beard was swept all over his face by the wind, and he ate a mouthful of hair.

"Horses?" Everyone was suspicious for a while, the direction pointed by Lin Daochang was too general, and the speed of the car was not slow, so it was really impossible to accurately locate it.

"Ziqian, slow down." Song Jiu turned around and commanded, glancing at Wu Wentao, who took out a small monocular from his waist bag and handed it to him.

Song Jiu half-knelt on the seat, pulled open the sleeve and looked over, the side of the highway was full of wild grass that was one person high, and he suddenly looked at the past only a large area of burnt yellow, and occasionally missed a few mobile signal towers, and there was no Lin Daochang said

"Horse".

"If you talk too much, your eyes are not good." Chu Guangxu leaned back in his seat and sneered: "Horse? You can figure it out. Apparently he felt that Lin Daochang was talking nonsense.

Lin Daochang ignored him, grabbed his beard and poked his head out of the car window, and muttered: "Did I see it wrong? At this moment, the speed of the car slowed down suddenly, and Jiao Ziqian, who was driving, coughed, raised his voice and said, "Brother Jiu...... There is a case. ”...