acT31: Something you don't know

"It's me." Liu Yan appeared from behind the dwarf bush, raised his hands high, and signaled that he was harmless to humans and animals. Song Jiu glanced at him, the hand holding the knife loosened, still on guard: "Something?" ”

"Well, I'd like to talk to you." Liu Yan's voice was very magnetic, his expression was still indifferent, and seeing that Song Jiu didn't respond, he said, "If you can." ”

"Say it." Song Jiu tilted his head and motioned for him to come and sit. Liu Yan was not polite, Si Swenwen helped his glasses, sat directly next to Song Jiu, saw the small half of the cigarette butt extinguished on the ground, smiled, took out a small iron box from his pocket and handed it to Song Jiu.

"Yo? The treatment is good. Song Jiu was happy, dozens of cigarettes were neatly stacked in the square box, and he picked up and looked at the cigarette body, and the light red word 'China' was vigorous and powerful.

Song Jiu unceremoniously ordered one, took a sip of it, and asked, "Where did it come from?" ”

"Special offer." Liu Yan smiled and took one from the box, and it seemed that the rest was to give to Song Wine.

"Sister Jia is eccentric." Song Jiu looked at him, showed a smile but not a smile, and said, "What do you want to talk about?" ”

"I want to know how you're going to solve the problem of living corpses." Liu Yan took a sip gently, blew out a string of smoke rings into the night sky, and asked Song Jiu as soon as he opened his mouth.

Song Jiu blinked and replied, "I haven't thought about it, I don't know how to distinguish the living corpses in the militia regiment yet." ”

"I can help you." Liu Yan didn't go around the corner, interrupted Song Jiu, who was about to ask a question, and said directly: "I can help you find out all the living corpses in the camp, but I want to know what you will do." Song Jiu didn't answer, just stared at him with burning eyes, and the green tendons on his hand holding the handle of the knife stood out.

"The living corpses in the warehouse must all be dead, right? And what is in the camp, will they be killed too? Liu Yan smiled indifferently, pointed to the blade in Song Jiu's hand, and said, "This can't kill me." Before the words fell, Song Jiu, who was holding a cigarette, suddenly burst out, tore Liu Yan's hair and pressed him to the ground, his knees pressed his abdomen, and the hand holding the hair pulled hard, and the cold hacksaw knife was against Liu Yan's eyes.

"Do you want to try it?" A set of actions was done in one go, Song Jiu stared at the unhurried Liu Yan condescendingly, turned his head and spit out the cigarette butt, and the blade of the steel blade gently opened the lens, aiming the straight blade at the eyeball of the same color as the ink.

Song Jiu was smiling, as long as Liu Yan dared to burst out of his mouth for half a sentence of nonsense, the two-finger-wide blade of the blade would come out of his mind without hesitation.

Facing the sharp blade that almost kissed the pupil, Liu Yan did not show a fear, but the indifference on his face finally subsided a little, and gradually became serious.

"Anyway, I saved you once, it's not good." Liu Yan opened his mouth, quite helpless.

"You want to kill me with that straw bale? Boy, you're underestimating me. Song Jiu's eyes were like torches, his hand holding his hair tightened, and he said coldly: "I have heard the murderous name of the living corpse all the way, if you don't have anything else to say, then hurry up and think of the last words." ”

"What do you want to know?" I don't know if it was pressed by Song wine, Liu Yan's breathing became a little short.

"How many living corpses are there in the camp?" Song Jiu stared into his eyes and asked sharply, "What is your purpose?" ”

"Not counting the warehouse, there are still twenty-seven living corpses in the camp." Liu Yan swallowed his saliva, rolled his eyes and glanced at the saw blade that seemed to be stabbed at any time, and said with a wry smile: "Can you take this away?" I admit that this one can definitely kill me. ”

"Purpose." Song Jiu was unmoved, and continued to interrogate in this somewhat ambiguous posture from a distance.

"I hope you can let the living corpses go, and don't kill them all." Liu Yan's face became serious, and he said softly: "Living corpses are also people, living corpses and walking corpses are completely different things, and they are also very pitiful. ”

"Them?" Song Jiu sneered and teased, "It should be you, right?" ”

“……”

"Don't talk to me uselessly, what the hell do you want? What is the purpose of captive survivors in captivity? Song Jiu broke Liu Yan's identity with a word, asked a question, and his brain quickly worked.

"How did you guess I was a living corpse?" Liu Yan did not quibble and calmly admitted his identity.

"You don't call yourself a fool." Song Jiu gritted his teeth, but still let go of his hand, pulled Liu Yan up from the ground, and snorted: "If you meet a quick temper, you will die a long time ago." ”

"I guess you're not going to kill me." Liu Yan patted the dust on his clothes, pouted, and said, "But you may beat me, right?" ”

"Half right." Song Jiu turned around and pushed away his empty room, and made an inviting gesture: "Come on, living corpse sharpshooter, come in and talk." ”…… The main entrance is surrounded by a wall, at the corner tower.

Jiao Ziqian leaned half of his body out of the wall, his legs dangling like clockwork, his head resting on his arms, peeking at the night sky through the gap in the roof of the corner tower; The little girl sat cross-legged next to his head, eating melon seeds with relish, and there was a field of melon seed skins scattered in front of her; Ah Hai and a few other boys took over the opening and closing valves, and their own people were placed in the corner towers on all four sides, patrolling the lonely wild forest outside the fence where cicadas chirped.

The torches inserted in the corner tower were blown by the wind and hunted, and there was an indescribable smell of grease steaming, Jiao Ziqian didn't like this smell very much, and he couldn't help but think crankily in his mind, wondering if the fire oil would be refined by living corpses and living people.

The little girl ignored him, finished knocking the melon seeds and put the garbage in a plastic bag, rested on Jiao Ziqian's belly in a proper manner, clapped her hands and prepared to leave.

"Huh? Little girl, leave after eating? Jiao Ziqian's eyes squinted, his body grabbed the little girl's ankle, and said with a cheap smile: "Pinch my brother's shoulder, frozen shoulder is committed again, and the pain is panicking." ”

"Phew, how old are you to have frozen shoulder!" The little girl was powerful in her mouth, but her actions were very docile, she squatted down and pushed Jiao Ziqian up, obediently helped him hammer his shoulder, and asked in a low voice, "Is this here?" ”

"Almost, a little harder." Jiao Ziqian sat up contentedly, closed his eyes and enjoyed the services of child labor.

"How strong do I have, you let Brother Ahai and them come." The little girl puffed out her cheeks, picked up her powder fist and pounded it, 'bang bang bang' movement is not small, but unfortunately there is still no strength.

"How can their rough hands compare to our little princess's." Jiao Ziqian was amused, no longer teasing the little girl, and asked a more cheap question with his eyes: "I heard Brother Jiu say that you got rid of the walking corpses in the detention ground before he arrived?" How? ”

"You go and ask Sister Mengfan, or ask a few other people, they all saw it." The little girl rolled her eyes, didn't pick up, and continued to massage.

"I'm not familiar with those people, you tell me about it." Jiao Ziqian was also idle, and muttered: "When we came in, we were all searched all over our bodies, what did she do to kill people?" ”

"Stinky shameless! I'm only fifteen years old, what do you want me to say! The little girl's face turned red and she took a sip: "I'm going to sue Sister Luo!" Jiao Ziqian's expression froze, and then he realized that he was indeed a little confused just now, didn't Mengfan just make those few moves...... Asking the little girl like this is indeed a bit of a hooligan...... Thinking of this, I couldn't help but blush, and said, "Skip skip, don't be angry, girl." The little girl glanced at him, suddenly remembered something, and said, "By the way, what does Brother Jiu mean now?" Why don't we go back? ”

"Where are you going?" Jiao Ziqian asked rhetorically.

"Go home, don't we want the camp?" The little girl's eyes widened and said, "I don't think this place is as good as our camp." ”

"Silly girl, this is our new home." Jiao Ziqian rubbed the little girl's unkempt hair, and sighed: "After you disappeared, Brother Jiu was anxious, and after searching for a large area near the camp for two days, he accidentally used a firearm and summoned all the walking corpses in the mountains. You also know that our place is full of walking corpses as soon as they come, so you can only abandon the city and run away. The little girl's eyes dimmed a little, lowered her head, and said in a low voice: "It's all up to me..."

"Hey, it's nothing wrong with you." Jiao Ziqian was heartless, so he hugged the little girl and comforted: "Originally, Brother Jiu planned to change places in the spring, but he was mainly worried about you. Now it's just right, don't look at the wilderness here, it's much safer than before, and you can still go into the water in the summer, how nice. ”

"The golden nest and the silver nest are not as good as their own kennels." The little girl pursed her lips, knowing that Brother Qian'er was reassuring her, sighed in annoyance and stopped talking.

"Don't think about it, it's not the first time we've moved." Jiao Ziqian smiled, seeing that the little girl was a little depressed, and said, "Sleepy? Go find your sister Mengfan and let her lead you to sleep. ”

"Hmm." The little girl was really a little sleepy when he said this, got up and patted her buttocks, and slipped down the ladder on the inner wall.

The militia in the camp all flocked to follow Chef Niangjia to the field investigation, and the guards originally arranged had to be replaced by Song Jiu's own people, but there was a shortage of manpower, so they had to empty a few relatively safe places and arrange them to go to the broken wall and the corner towers on the four sides.

There was silence inside the brick walls, except for a few torches. The little girl glanced over the side of the main entrance and stopped suspiciously.

When I came here before, there were torches in the doorway, Ah Hai was chatting and farting with a guard here, and he also rubbed a bag of melon seeds, why is it dark now?

"Brother Ahai? Are you there? The little girl took a few strange steps closer and screamed into the dark doorway.

The doorway was swallowed up by the light, and it was as black as ink, and it was impossible to see the movement inside. The little girl instinctively took two steps back, and the vigilance of the girl's family came to her heart, frowned and pondered, and decided to go back and talk to Jiao Ziqian.

Just as she was about to turn around and leave, she suddenly felt the wind behind her, and before she could see it, a palm with a faint fragrance covered the little girl's mouth.

The little girl lost her face and struggled to break the hand, and at the same time tried her best to make a 'woo' sound, trying to alert her own people who were wandering above the wall.

However, the fifteen-year-old girl's struggle in front of this force seemed a little insignificant, and the man behind her dragged the little girl into the dark doorway, and there was a faint sound of cloth tearing in the darkness, and then there was a muffled sound, and there was no movement.

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