"Shoot?"

He lay quietly on the ground, his chest pressed against the ground, like a cold poisonous snake coiling around, covered with a layer of loess, his index finger lightly resting on the trigger, and his eyes stared indifferently at the man in front of him who was only wrapped in a rag, an accidental, stupid intruder.

"No, wait."

The middle-aged man's lips trembled slightly, he lay on the right side of the man, his right hand moved subtly to correct the sniper scope, and his eyes were calm and indifferent: "He has the whites of his eyes, just like us." ”

"It could be a spy."

The young man's eyes were full of wariness and hostility. Certainly not an accidental intruder, there must have been some other purpose.

He thought, and the killing intent in his heart became a little stronger.

"Warn him, stop moving."

The middle-aged man stared at the man in front of him who seemed to sense something and was moving cautiously. He had shiny black hair, a large physique, and fair skin that made people laugh, which was indeed suspicious, and for good reason. Thinking of this, the middle-aged man scratched the long dry yellow hair on his head, because he hadn't washed it for a long time, the dust and the oil secreted by the scalp stuck the hair together, and he felt that he needed to cut off this long hair, which was already a little in the way.

"Won't it be exposed?"

The young man calmly moved the muzzle of the gun from the man's head to the target's feet, his eyes narrowed slightly, suppressing the killing intent in his heart, he meant that killing that person was much easier than warning.

"Bang!"

The bullet hit Zhou He's feet, flashed a spark, passed under the crotch, and ploughed out a long and wide ballistic trace. Although he didn't hear the sound of the gun, he knew that his own people were staring, and he could still feel the heat of the splash of mud rubbing against the instep of his feet.

Turn away?

Still is?

The man here was obviously warning himself to stop advancing, if not to warn himself, then, the bullet that burst out might smash his own head, and he stopped imagining the bloody scene.

Zhou He pursed his chapped lips and clenched his fists hard, this is a difficult choice, life is beautiful······ But starving to death is also a stupid choice, and if there is a better option, he will not choose either.

"I need help!"

Putting down the steel bar that was the weapon in his hand, he raised his hands and spun around in place, indicating that he was not in danger.

The young man put his index finger on the trigger again, and if the man was not a spy, he must be a fool. He didn't mind giving him a ride early, but it was a waste of ammunition, and maybe there was a better way.

"Let's see what tricks he's up to."

The middle-aged man's eyes turned cold, and he felt the need to arrest this strange outsider and torture him. Because he really doesn't understand that if there is no purpose, most people will choose to avoid death in the face of death.

"What the hell is his purpose?"

He thought to himself.

"Kill him?"

The young man asked with his eyes? His lips moved slightly.

"No, grab it."

The middle-aged man clenched his five fingers and made a gesture of arrest, and the two of them got up from the ground at the same time, holding a firearm full of mottled marks, and lowered their bodies.

Zhou He finally breathed a sigh of relief, he saw two men with guns walking towards him, even though his eyes were full of vigilance, but this also meant that he was safe for the time being, and they would not kill him for the time being.

"Smack!"

A bundle of hemp rope was thrown at Zhou He's feet, raising a cloud of dust, and he immediately understood what the other party meant, and restrained himself, otherwise, he would need to face the dark and cold muzzle.

He did not hesitate, obeyed their will, picked up the hemp rope on the ground and rolled it up to his body, and the young man took the gun behind his back, strode out, and his calloused hands pulled the end of the rope hard, and tied a few dead knots.

"I'm just begging for a drink."

Zhou He looked at the middle-aged man with sincere eyes, guessing that he might be able to call the shots.

"Bang!"

The young man kicked Zhou He's back foot, causing him to stumble, although he could still stand, he still chose to kneel on one knee on the ground, this is not yielding, but he doesn't want to bury his hard-won new life in vain, and he will never be so lucky again.

He thought to himself.

The muzzle of the young man's gun was pressed against the back of Zhou He's head, and he didn't look back at the young man's expression, it was a thin but scarred face, almost unrecognizable, the most serious wound was a scar that ran from his right cheek to the left cheek, his nose had also been scorched by the flames, only one nostril remained, and the whole face looked hideous and chilling.

"That's what you're for?"

The middle-aged man looked at Zhou He with a scrutinizing gaze, and stepped forward a little carelessly, his rough and chapped hands kneading his skin. Then he pulled a dagger out of the leggings and cut a three-centimeter cut in his left arm.

"Hmph."

Enduring the pain, Zhou He's nasal cavity let out a slight snort, and then he looked at the bright red blood gushing out from the wound on his left arm, and he began to think about how sure he could break the hemp rope tied to his body with his own strength.

"Real flesh and skin."

The middle-aged man's eyes softened a lot, put the dagger away, wiped it on his sleeve, and looked at his face suspiciously, "Where are you from?" ”

"Research Institute."

Zhou He responded in a firm tone, he couldn't think much about it at this time, the place where he woke up was a wasteland, where life could not survive, he couldn't say that he was from there, so he could only make up a lie full of loopholes, and the firm tone was to let the two people in front of him be more sure of his words.

"Huh?"

Research institutes?

The middle-aged man looked at Zhou He, hoping to detect something from his expression, but saw that this person's expression was determined·····

"Are you literate?"

Zhou He looked up at him and found that he was looking at himself with a slight squint at the moment, a dangerous look.

"Hmm."

He nodded stubbornly, hoping it wouldn't be something he'd never seen before.

The middle-aged man squatted down, wrote a crooked Chinese on the ground with a dagger, and looked at Zhou He's expression indifferently: "What word is this?" ”

"Country! The country of the country! ”

Although this self did lose his original face a little distorted, Zhou He still recognized it at a glance, and he firmly believed that if he couldn't recognize this word, the dagger in the hand of the person in front of him would cut his neck the next moment.

"Hmm."

His nose snorted slightly, although he didn't recognize this word, he only wrote it from memory, but he didn't see the slightest hesitation from Zhou He's face, he did know this word, it turned out to be the word 'country'.

Research room?

He stretched out his hand and pinched Zhou He's fair and handsome cheeks, and his mouth let out admiration: "It turned out to be an intellectual, no wonder it was so white." ”

Although he didn't know what the research institute was, the people who had heard of it were knowledgeable.

"Then why are you here?"

The middle-aged man asked, and then his expression returned to indifference, but with a wave of his hand, the dagger cut the hemp rope tied to his body.

"I've been in the research institute since I was born, but there was an attack, they all died, and I was the only one who passed out and was buried under the rubble, and I escaped by luck."

Zhou He weaved a lie full of loopholes, and although his face was expressionless, his heart rate was a little faster. The purpose of his lie is to tell the other party that he knows nothing about the outside world, so that he can understand the world from their mouths.

"Let's go, forgive me for being rude to you."

The middle-aged man patted him on the shoulder, apologized, and the moment he turned around, a deep sadness flashed in his eyes: "My name is Ah Yi, and he is the son of my dead brother, Ah Jiu." ”

He pointed to the indifferent-looking young man on the side, who was cleaning up the hemp rope and steel bars on the ground. Then he turned his head to look at Zhou He: "What about you?" ”

"Zhou He."

Zhou He stood up and glanced at the wound where the blood on his left arm had coagulated, and felt much more relieved. For the first time, I felt the benefits of literacy.

Zhou He?

The middle-aged man named Ah Yi chewed these two words in his mouth, his eyes softened a lot, and he was really a knowledgeable person.

"Both sides are traps."

Ah Yi pointed to the open space on both sides of Zhou He behind him, and then pointed to his feet: "Only here can you walk." ”

Saying that, he squatted down, swept away a layer of loess on the surface with his hands, and lifted off a layer of wide but thin skin fake ground, revealing its true face, strings and wooden nails intertwined a net, covering a wide cloth on the net rope, sprinkled with a layer of loess, like flat ground, and below was a three-meter-deep pit, which was pitch black, and he didn't know what there was, but Zhou He guessed by feeling that maybe it was something fatal, and once it fell, it might kill people.

Stepping over the low earthen wall, Ah Yi led him to this barely a human stronghold of a village.