He had put so much effort into getting here, and no matter what the situation he encountered along the way, he was extremely determined to move forward.

But why, I finally opened the floodgates, but suddenly committed suicide?

This is definitely not an accidental fall and fell to his death, judging from the prisoner's previous actions, he is clearly determined to kill himself.

Do you open the door and die? What a picture!

I looked up at Yunsheng, and Yunshang also looked at me, and the doubts on her face seemed to be heavier than the doubts in my heart.

Then I slowly raised my head and looked at the floodgates that had been opened by the prisoners.

The door was pulled outward, and the prisoner slammed it shut.

I carefully removed the prisoner's corpse, motioned to Yunshang to hold the flashlight, Yunshang stood behind me, held the flashlight high, let the beam hit straight in the center of the door panel, I held the spear and the flashlight with the other hand, and the other hand grabbed the valve plate, little by little, and slowly opened the door again.

As the crack in the door grew wider, a stench drifted out of the dark room with a hot air.

It was an old and filthy smell, long gone, only the pungent fish, and the hot air made it even more unbearable.

When the crack in the door was two feet wide, there was still no movement in the room, so I slammed the gate open with a single force.

Yun Sheng turned his flashlight for the first time, swept the light in the room a few times, and saw an unkempt man sitting under the wall facing the door, he was wearing a coat that had long been rotten into a net, and when the beam hit his face, he subconsciously raised his hand to cover it.

I couldn't help frowning, in such a room, there were still living people!

The moment I opened the door, I felt a little difficult to breathe, not because of the smell, but because the air quality in the house was extremely poor, only exhaust gas, but almost no oxygen, and the stuffiness, as if someone had lit a fire inside, and after the flame was extinguished, the temperature in the room could not be completely lowered.

And when Yunshang was sweeping the light, I did see some carbon slag on the ground and in the corners of the wall that had not been completely burned.

I waved my hand to signal Yunshang not to go in first, and then I picked up my spear and lit the flashlight, and the beam of the spear and the flashlight were directed at the people in the depths of the room.

After a few shakes of light, the man just raised his hand with difficulty, trying to cover his eyes with his palm, and did not make any unnecessary movements.

It can be seen that this person is already very weak, and I am afraid that he does not have the strength to make other moves.

I thought he wouldn't pose any threat to me, so I walked in with my gun in hand.

I held my breath before I entered the door, the stench no longer affected me, but the heat that flowed through the air still made me very uncomfortable, and by the time I got to the middle of the room, my back was already soaked with sweat, it was not a simple wet paint, but an oily feeling, as if someone had applied glue between your clothes and your skin.

I couldn't see him until I got to the man.

The face was so filthy that it was covered with dirt of unknown form, some like hard earth, some reflecting a disgusting glow in the light.

He raised his forehead to look at me, causing all the dirt on his forehead to wrinkle, at first, there was only Mu Ne in his eyes, as if he hadn't come back to his senses for a while, and after half a minute, he came to his senses a little, at that time he should not have judged whether I was friend or foe, but his mood had begun to fluctuate violently, and something called the desire to survive struggled to burst out from the depths of his heart.

I don't know if this guy is human or not, but since he wants to live, it's my responsibility to take him out.

If we turn around and find out that he is an evil person, or if he wants to do something bad to us, we will just clean him up when the time comes.

I can't predict the future, but I know what to do now.

This guy doesn't know how long he has been hungry, he has already become skinny and bones, and he weighs only a few dozen pounds, but the problem is that there is too much dirt on his body, and I really don't want to carry him out directly, so I took out a large circle of bandages from the backpack, tied his wrists and ankles, and carried him out with a bandage buckle.

It is estimated that the heat and stench in the room made him stupid, and when he left the house, his eyes quickly lit up, which was a kind of transformation like a terminally ill person suddenly being cured.

After coming back to his senses a little, he roared eagerly: "Blood, blood, blood......"

Yunshang and I were stunned when we heard his voice, he spoke in English, but the feeling created between the words was very similar to the hum of the prisoners when they shouted in unison.

I realized that his voice was the missing line of the humming.

He's the one who escaped from his cell!

Thinking of this, I immediately took out my water bottle, drenched a bandage with water, and wiped the man, and when the large dirt was scraped off by the bandage, the face that I had seen several times reappeared in view.

That's right, he looks exactly like the prisoners in his cell, except that unlike the madness of the prisoners, this man's eyes are almost clear, except for the incomparably anxious murderous aura in his eyes.

As soon as I saw the murderous look in his eyes, I knew that this kid had bad intentions, and sure enough, as soon as I wiped his face clean, he suddenly stretched out his hands and pinched my throat.

I had already prepared, flashed slightly, avoided the dirty hands that were speeding in, and at the same time condensed a breath of mental power, and urged his dantian in the air.

Nonsense, of course, I don't want to run into him.

This thing is dirtier than the dirtiest thing in the public toilet, and no one dares to touch it.

He was already weak, and after being hit like this again, he lay on the ground like a rotten persimmon on the spot, but even so, this guy still couldn't faint, and he could even speak.

Although his breath was weak, he could still make out that he was muttering over and over again: "Blood, blood......"

Yunshang reminded me: "This person's field is exactly the same as Menceau's, whether it is the strength of the field, the quantity, or the purity, there is no difference between the two people." ”

Hearing Yunshang say this, I reacted, no wonder this person has been shouting blood, blood, blood, and he is hungry for a long time.

Fortunately, when we left the ship, each of us had spare blood bags in our backpacks in case Monceau's backpack was lost, resulting in a lack of adequate rations and a frenzy.

So I felt for the blood bag from my backpack and carefully handed it to the man.

When this guy saw blood, it was like a hungry wolf seeing meat, and he immediately held the blood bag in his arms, and had the ability to tear a hole and suck it up.

A blood bag was emptied, and he wasn't enough, and threw a begging look at me again.