Hearing Wang Chen muttering the word bad luck in his mouth, the old man comforted Wang Chen while treating the external injuries that did not need to be sutured: "People's luck is counted, your luck is used to survive, and bad luck in other places should also be deserved." ”

Wang Chen didn't pick up, making it clear that he didn't believe it.

The old man was not angry, and pouted at Nunu in the body armor, "You kid is not lucky enough?" Look at how many bullets and fragments are embedded in front of and behind you? Of course, body armor, bulletproof is supposed to be, and you look at the motorcycle helmet you took off. ”

What happened to the helmet? Wang Chen followed the old man's words, turned his head and looked at the helmet thrown on the ground, he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, and the whole person was a lot more sober, the one that was quite ordinary on Taobao was at most fifty yuan free shipping, full of killing Matt style helmet, one left and one right were embedded with two bullets! Not one, it's two bullets!

"See clearly? I guess these two bullets are ricochet, or maybe the range is too long and the power is not enough to penetrate the helmet and smash your head, you say you are unlucky? Shouldn't you be unlucky in other ways? ”

From a probabilistic point of view, it's really ...... Wang Chen had to nod.

"Okay, the simple wounds have been treated, now it's time to clean up the wound on your left abdomen and the bullet hole in your left leg, do you want to get it awake or unconscious?" The old man raised his bloody hands and asked in a formal tone.

Fainting? There doesn't seem to be any anesthetic in the medical kit, right?

"It's too painful to wake up, and it's easy to break the wound, so it's better to faint."

The people who can struggle to survive in the last days are simply people, the old man's hands rose and fell as he spoke, and Wang Chen, who had no time to reply, purely subconsciously stiffened his shoulder and neck muscles, and then felt the back of his neck suffer, and the dizziness that was about to dissipate was even stronger now, and he couldn't help but gasp in a low voice: "Will you stun people?!" ”

"Oops? Didn't even faint? Then you bear with it, oh, backpack straps, fold it thicker, bite it, and I'll give you another shot of morphine. The old man was very surprised that he missed a blow, but he didn't dare to give Wang Chen another blow, after all, this kind of external force is indispensable for a short period of time, otherwise it will easily cause cerebral hemorrhage, and it will be worth the loss.

In the next half hour, Wang Chen would rather faint by himself, but the stimulated consciousness in the severe pain was always swaying on the line between coma and wakefulness, sometimes half dark and sometimes bright white in front of him, the moment when the tweezers probed into the wound and clamped the warhead, Wang Chen was sure that he would faint, but he didn't expect the sharp pain of the warhead pulling out of the wound to wake him up! In short, tossing and turning, Wang Chen couldn't cross the hurdle of coma, and even the old man was inexplicably surprised by what Wang Chen's nervous system was made of, and how it was so resistant to tossing.

Half an hour later, Wang Chen, who was sweating profusely, didn't even have the strength to hook his fingers, and felt that the physical exertion of the traumatic surgery was greater than the fight just now, but fortunately, after the emergency treatment, the symptoms of vertigo basically disappeared, he covered the tattered clothes that the old man peeled off from the zombie to maintain his body temperature, and he looked more miserable than the homeless man, the smell of blood on his body was mixed with the smell of body odor and corpse, ordinary people would definitely vomit when they smelled it, but Wang Chen lightly sighed with the snow water boiled in a broken canning box, looking relaxed.

In any case, he was hot-headed and confronted a camp to the death, not to mention that he was lucky to survive, and the chaotic situation created was also successfully used by the trapped old and young in the camp to finally get out of trouble, no matter how you look at it, it is a happy ending, which is worth celebrating.

Stinky or something, don't worry about it.

"Little brother, my surname is Zhong Danzi Lin, what should I call you?"

"Wang Chen." By the light of the fire, moistening his throat with snow water, filling his stomach and calming his mind, and replenishing the 'water' lost in his body by the way, Wang Chenkan looked at the old man Zhong Lin with the spirit, it is estimated that he has been closed in the camp for some days, the old man has a pale face, a tall and thin body, slender hands, a beard that covers almost a third of his face, and messy gray hair basically cover up the appearance and characteristics of the old man, but his eyes are still bright, and he looks no less than the young man.

is still the same sentence, there are few simple people who can struggle to survive in the last days.

Zhong Lin looked at Wang Chen, Wang Chen also pondered Zhong Lin, the two of them stared at each other and didn't speak. It's not that Wang Chen's reckless actions made Zhong Lin find a chance to get out of trouble, Zhong Lin would be grateful to Wang Chen, if there was no Zhong Lin's danger, Wang Chen would not have a chance to escape from the cannibal camp, even if he hit the **** luck and dragged the remnants to escape on his own, without Zhong Lin's emergency treatment, he would have to raise his body in the wilderness.

Therefore, neither of them can say that they owe anyone, and the old man and the other are careful to know that they can fight hard in the wilderness and steal their lives without going to the registration camp to find a way to live, and no one's foundation is clean, and the less they know, the longer they will get along.

Therefore, Zhong Lin didn't mention the word AIDS at all, set the bonfire with a branch, stared at the rising orange flames and whispered, "What are Brother Wang's plans for the next step?" ”

"Is Uncle Zhong familiar with the situation in the vicinity? I want to hurry up and take these kids to the registration camp. ”

"Is there a registered camp around here? Are you sure? When was it established? Forget it, I've been locked up by them for too long, if I didn't know how to use some superficial medical skills, I would have been eaten like those old guys......" Zhong Lin shook his head, sighed and then dragged a branch casually, drew a simple map on the ground, and explained: "Oh, this is the camp of those cannibals, let's turn right and flee after getting on the highway, when I got out of the car, I looked at the surrounding terrain by the headlights, we are only seven or eight kilometers away from Xiaozhu Mountain now, not far from it is also unsafe, the specific location is in the northeast direction, well, it should be here." ”

Wang Chen carefully looked at the simple map drawn by Zhong Lin, and after matching the impression in his mind, he speculated: "If I remember correctly, that registered camp is no more than twenty kilometers away from our current location, it should still go northeast, it is a reservoir, more than ten kilometers south along the river, and there is a non-registered human camp. ”

"Over there, I know, there is a small reservoir in the direction of the Yinjia River to the north and south, and it is not difficult to find."

Sure enough, whether it is a station, a camp or those who think they are not human, if they want to have a relatively stable and comfortable living environment, the first place to choose is close to the water's edge, but it is only close to 20 kilometers of road, how to get there? Wang Chen's current state is not able to drive at all.

Zhong Lin didn't say much, he took out two lit branches and tied them with rags in his hands, Wang Chen saw his intentions, took out a tattered backpack, pulled out a five-four pistol from it and handed it to Zhong Lin, but the old man refused with a wry smile, "My old bones, it's enough to use a knife to deal with zombies, and when you meet ordinary people, taking a gun is also to invite trouble for yourself, it's better to rely on the old man and beg for mercy and have a chance to live." ”

Seeing the old man walk alone into the darkness before dawn, Wang Chen's always tense heart finally reached the upper limit, and the young man and girl saw that the big brother in tattered clothes was so sleepy that he couldn't hold on, and he also imitated Zhong Lin's style of acting silently, and picked up the May Fourth style and Wang Chen's military stabs on both sides of the culvert respectively, as for the little thing that didn't know how to worry, leaning on Wang Chen's side didn't dislike the blood and stench on Wang Chen's body at all, and even slept with saliva.

The subtle and long breathing sound of the little thing is the best lullaby, and it didn't take long for Wang Chen to fall into a dark and sweet dream......