The moment the song sounds.

The hairs on Zhao Ke's body stood straight like a hedgehog.

The previous feeling of itching and scratching everywhere surged through his body again.

It's just that this time is different from before, and the itching this time is more intense than last time.

It's like something's getting into its own flesh.

Drill along your bones and fascia until you get into your bones.

This pain is not very intense.

On the contrary, it is more like appendage, saying that it hurts or not, and that the itch is not particularly itchy.

However, it is this feeling that makes people even more maddening.

"!"

Zhao Ke clenched his hands into fists tightly and slammed them on the door panel on the side.

The earthworm-like green tendons on the arms are on the surface of the skin.

It was Zhao Ke who was using a great perseverance to control himself and not to scratch his own flesh.

The red eyes are full of bright red bloodshots, and the feeling of itching under the eyelids from time to time,

Zhao Ke even had an urge to snap his eyeballs out.

Look at the radio.

One hand tightly grasped the pistol in the holster, but after holding it for a while, the trembling palm silently lifted it from the handle of the gun.

Repeated struggles.

Two voices appeared in my head.

"Smash it! Hurry up, smash this thing! I can't take it anymore! ”

"You can't smash it, smash this radio station, you'll never find a way out of here, and you'll be trapped in this train forever."

The two voices quarreled frantically in Zhao Ke's mind.

Zhao Ke's palm lifted several times and fell several times.

Reason told himself that before he figured out more about this station, he would smash this radio station and probably bury himself here.

But if you can't smash the radio station, what should you do?

Just when Zhao Ke was struggling, he suddenly saw something in his sight.

Above the boiler, an inconspicuous iron pull ring appeared in Zhao Ke's sight.

Seeing this iron ring, Zhao Ke's eyes lit up, he struggled a few times, jumped up, and reached out to grab the iron ring.

Accompanied by the steam in the boiler, it erupted along the ventilation hole in the engine room, and a thick wisp of white smoke suddenly erupted from the chimney, accompanied by the heavy sound of the train.

"Buzz ......"

Under the heavy car roar, the display light on the radio began to flash rapidly, as if it was disturbed by the car noise.

Fang Cai's empty singing voice also became intermittent.

Zhao Ke's heart eased, although the itch on his body was still there, but for example, in the unbearable state of Fang Cai, he didn't know how many times more comfortable.

After pulling it several times in a row, the voice on the radio has weakened a lot.

But staying here is obviously not going to work.

After thinking about it, Zhao Ke planned to leave the front of the car for a while and go to the back to have a look.

First, I hope to find Wang Mazi and Cui Jianguo.

Second, Zhao Ke wanted to find something to eat.

At least before you can crack the secrets of the radio station, you must find some food, and you can't starve to death here all the time.

But before leaving, Zhao Ke took a look, Ichiro Yamakei.

This goods may be because when he was kicked down by Zhao Ke before, his head hit too hard.

He is still in a severe coma.

It can be regarded as a blessing in disguise, because the coma is too heavy, and Fang Cai's singing voice did not have much impact on him.

Looking at Ichiro Yamakei, who was still in a coma, Zhao Ke's brows gradually tightened.

He was not considered a patriotic youth.

But this does not mean that he can have any good feelings for the devils who invaded his homeland.

In the past, Zhao Ke slaughtered the goods first and then said.

I remember that the three of them heard the last words of Keichiro Yama on the radio.

Maybe this incident has a lot to do with this guy.

It is for this reason that Zhao Ke allowed him to live until now, leaving Yamakeiichiro here alone, Zhao Ke felt unreliable no matter how he thought about it.

What if this thing wakes up and can't stand the weird singing on the radio and smashes the radio station?

Or rather, he simply unloaded the back carriage and drove forward with the locomotive himself.

Zhao Ke believes that Yamakeiichiro can definitely do such a thing.

It would be a mistake to leave such a big variable here.

But Zhao Ke felt that before figuring out the matter, at least keep this guy's dog life alive.

After thinking for a while, Zhao Ke simply found a hemp rope, planning to tie up Yamakeichiro first.

I don't know if it's because of my body at this time.

That is, Yamamoto, who has a special talent for the art of bondage.

When Zhao Ke got the hemp rope, he was blessed to the general soul, and skillfully put the rope sleeve on the neck of Yamakeiichiro.

The rest of the things almost didn't need Zhao Ke to deliberately control, and these hands skillfully tied the hemp rope to Yamakeiichiro's body

The rope is folded in half in the middle and is placed around the neck, with both sides hanging down from the chest.

Tie knots on the corresponding clavicle, middle of the chest, xiphoid process, and pubic bone in turn.

Then strangle from the crotch and go up the spine from behind.

Zhao Ke didn't feel it at first, but after he buckled the knot, he pulled hard, and looked at the mountain Jingichiro in front of him, looking stunned.

A strong style of painting of Japanese specialties comes to my face.

At the same time, in Zhao Ke's mind, he couldn't help but think of the name of this set of rope buckles.

Well、A figurative name, tortoiseshell binding。

"Hey, you're just enjoying it here!"

After Zhao Ke made sure that the rope was fastened, he stood up and opened the door of the train.

Before leaving, Zhao Ke did not forget to pick up the hammer on the side.

After weighing it a few times, although there was no blood hammer to take advantage of, the amount was enough.

With the icy cold wind blowing, Zhao Ke's originally groggy head was much more sober for a while, and his heart was confused by the tingling.

After really sobering up at this time, Zhao Ke felt happy in his heart.

Glad that his sanity had suppressed his urge to smash the radio.

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Ke glanced at the abyss under his feet, raised his hand to grab the handrail on the side, and crawled towards the back carriage.

A car behind the front of the locomotive is often filled with coal, which supplies the dyes to the trains.

Zhao Ke climbed up and took a look.

In the darkness, there was only one train, like a centipede suspended in mid-air, along a track that didn't even exist, and it didn't know where it was going.

Although the body is not his own, fortunately, Yamamoto himself is a martial artist.

The physical fitness is much stronger than that of normal people.

Therefore, it is not too difficult to climb up and down.

The carriage of the train is not a passenger carriage with doors and windows as it is in reality.

Instead, the whole iron carriage was sealed, and there were no windows, no seats, benches, or anything.

Exactly like the wagons used to pull goods, the soldiers sat in it, a veritable tin can.

Zhao Ke was afraid to get into the second carriage, so he picked up the hammer and struck it a few times, and the muffled sound could still hear the echo inside.

Knock on the iron lock outside, open it and take a look, looking inside the carriage, neat ammunition boxes, and a very heavy weapon.

Zhao Ke's face suddenly showed a look of disappointment.

Although these weapons are necessarily well-armed in the current era.

But for Zhao Ke, it's like garbage.

If you still have your own stamp book, the energy weapons in it, as well as the electromagnetic orbital sniper rifle, can blast this truckload of garbage into slag.

However, Zhao Ke still rummaged through it and found a few explosive bags that were somewhat useful, and Zhao Ke didn't even look at other things.

Continue to the next car, open the door and see, there is nothing in the car.

This made Zhao Ke feel a burst of disappointment in his heart.

But soon, Zhao Ke saw a passenger car behind him.

It was clearly a carriage for soldiers of officer rank.

Seeing this, Zhao Ke's eyes suddenly lit up, he went over on his stomach, kicked open the door of the carriage, and suddenly the warmth in the carriage surged, making Zhao Ke's cold cheeks feel the warmth that he had not felt for a long time.

Looking at the environment of the carriage, it should be a place for the non-commissioned officer to eat.

This treatment is much better than those ordinary soldiers.

Zhao Ke's face showed joy, since it was a place to eat, there would naturally be food.

Walk back along the carriage.

After pushing the back car away, it was indeed the kitchen.

"No one?" Very small environment, but very clean, it can be seen that the chef in charge of the kitchen is a very competent cook.

Just why no one??

This train is a troop carrier, and there is no one in such a long troop carrier??

Could it be that there are only four people in the front of this train?

Zhao Ke was confused at the same time, but his hands were not idle.

In this era, there was no refrigerator, so it was naturally impossible to preserve too much food.

However, Zhao Ke found many cans under the cupboard.

"Hey, good stuff!"

Seeing these cans, Zhao Ke breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, at least he could guarantee that he would not starve to death on this train for a period of time.

Zhao Ke squatted down and wrapped the canned food with the clothes on his body, intending to take some away first.

After packing some of them piecemeal, Zhao Ke carried it on his shoulder.

"It's so heavy!"

The thing was on his shoulders, but it was heavier than Zhao Ke expected.

I don't seem to have many cans, why did I suddenly become so heavy?

Zhao Kehu glanced back at the package behind him suspiciously.

Nothing unusual was noted.

Seeing this, Zhao Ke couldn't help but wonder in his heart: "Could it be that Yamamoto's physique is too poor, and this is only a pack of canned food, so it takes so much effort to resist?" ”

Zhao Kezheng was thinking, "Bang! Outside the window, there were two collisions.

"Someone!"

Zhao Ke's heart suddenly became vigilant, and he took the kitchen knife on the display board in his hand.

Although he has a gun in his hand, it is conceivable that Zhao Ke believes in this palm-sized kitchen knife more than this old-fashioned pistol.

"Boom, boom!"

It seemed that he saw Zhao Ke coming over, and the sound of knocking outside the glass suddenly became more urgent.

It's just that the light outside is too dim.

Plus the light in the kitchen.

Although Zhao Ke tried his best to look, he still couldn't see what was outside the window.

At this moment, I saw a blurred face outside the window, and I took a long breath of heat at the window.

The window immediately became even more blurry when it was stained with heat.

At this time, I saw the other party's deep fingers, and quickly wrote three words on the glass: "Turn off the lights!" ”

The three distorted words can no longer be described in scribbles, they are simply ugly.

It's just that when Zhao Ke saw these three words, the steps he had just taken couldn't help but pause in mid-air.

"Turn off the lights?"

Zhao Ke was stunned.

saw that the other party changed the glass again, and continued to write: "Don't you think the thing on your back is a little heavy!" ”

With a sweep of his eyes, cold sweat oozed from Zhao Ke's forehead.

I didn't think it before, but after the other party reminded me.

Zhao Ke felt that the weight behind him was getting heavier.

It definitely won't be the weight of those cans.

Through the reflection of the glass, Zhao Ke glanced behind him, there was nothing, but if he looked closely, he would find that the clothes he used as a package had been torn apart.

"Bang! Bang! ”

At this time, the glass tapped lightly twice, and the handwriting on the other side of the glass continued: "Don't look back, it's staring at you!" ”

Zhao Ke's face froze, and a low hissing sound came from his ears.

The backpack on his body couldn't help but be a lot heavier.

For a while, the feeling of the sword hanging on the top made Zhao Ke's backbone gush with a trace of coldness.

Who is the man behind the glass?

What's behind you?

In a series of questions, Zhao Ke lowered his head and pretended to be unaware and walked forward, looking at the distance of the light line on his side.

Suddenly, Zhao Ke's heartbeat began to accelerate.

"You have to trust me! Run to the left, don't care what's behind you, and don't look back! ”

On one side of the glass, a large line of words was written crookedly.

Zhao Ke didn't even have time to ask him who he was, and the black shadow outside the glass quietly disappeared.

Glancing at the empty and dim corridor on the left, Zhao Ke couldn't help but take a deep breath, slowly stretched out his arm in the direction of the lamp rope.

"Roar!"

A low sound like a beast suddenly sounded in his ears, causing the muscles in Zhao Ke's arms to tense up suddenly.

Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

Zhao Kewei closed his eyes, he could feel the breath of death enveloping his whole body.

After a moment of silence, I felt the movement behind me gradually subside.

Zhao Ke's eyes opened suddenly, and his fingers pinched the lamp rope.

"Smack!"

With a crisp sound of pulling the lamp, at the same time as the darkness enveloped him, Zhao Ke suddenly threw off his shoulder bag, did not rush to run, but quickly squatted down and threw himself to the right and fell to the ground.

At the same time as Zhao Ke fell, a tearing sound erupted in the air.

"Bang la la la~"

The glass in front of him was all shattered in an instant.

The iron skin was as if a big hole had been torn out of thin air.

I can't imagine that if I choose to run for my life just now, it is estimated that I will be torn in half by the waist.

The blow missed, and in the darkness behind him, a blurred shadow writhed his body angrily.

Zhao Ke expressed his deep belief in what the person outside the glass said.

He didn't even look back, he got up and ran to the right.

That's right, it's the right, not the left.

Zhao Ke did not follow the path that the other party pointed out to him, but rushed out to the right.