"Lao Wang, can you tell me what's going on?"

Fang Wuwei looked at Wang Qiang calmly and asked. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Although there was no superfluous expression in his eyes, Fang Wuwei's heart was already so angry with Wang Qiang that his teeth were about to crush. Even if Wang Qiang is not the one who planned all this, even if Wang Qiang is not the person who Fang Wuwei should be angry about, Wang Qiang is at least the one who knows about it! At least! His party will be dragged into this chaotic whirlpool, Wang Qiang must be clear!

But Fang Wuwei also understands that even if he beats Wang Qiang, scolds Wang Qiang, and vents his anger, there will be no change in the past, present and future. Therefore, Fang Wuwei just asked calmly, waiting to vent all his anger on the real enemy, and to keep as calm as possible on the people around him.

“。。。。”

Wang Qiang was stunned for a moment, then looked at Fang Wuwei's eyes silently, and after a while, he turned his head to look outside the door, observing the situation outside.

The fading sound of gunfire still rang out outside the room, irritating the eardrums of several people in the room. Also when Fang Wuwei was about to ask again, Wang Qiang looked at the amusement park that had turned into a battlefield from the crack in the door, and said slowly:

"I don't know."

Fang Wuwei swallowed his saliva. The trembling Adam's apple in the throat made a subtle "grunt" sound. Wang Qiang's appearance made it clear that he knew something, but he didn't want to say anything.

Fang Wuwei didn't know how to express the mood in his heart at this moment, as if he had finally approached the treasure buried with secrets, it was clear that the treasure was in front of him, but it disappeared the moment it was opened.

"Old Wang, no, Captain Wang."

Fang Wuwei's eyes widened and he looked at Wang Qiang's back. Wang Qiang's broad and muscular shoulders, with his well-proportioned breathing, rose and fell gently, and it could be seen that Wang Qiang was very calm. Whether it's that he's already experienced these things and feels used to this purgatory-like environment. Or can he maintain a stable state of mind even in any environment. In short, Wang Qiang's calmness is a state that makes Fang Wuwei unable to learn and feel.

"Captain Wang, look at us."

Fang Wuwei stood behind Wang Qiang, and pointed to the lonely people behind him by the wall, and said word by word. Whether it was Zheng Koumao, Wu Meng, or that strange uncle, they all looked at Fang Wuwei at this moment. In addition to the slight fear in their eyes, there was exhaustion after the adrenaline had subsided.

"Look at it. What kind of things are we involved in? ”

Fang Wuwei didn't roar, nor did he say it too loudly, just with a hint of suppressing the urge to roar, he pointed to the "hell" outside the door, gritted his teeth and said slowly from his mouth.

Wang Qiang should have breathed steadily, because Fang Wuwei's words were also slightly messed up. However, his breathing quickly returned to normal, and as if he had pretended not to hear, he continued to look at the crack in the door, always on the lookout for the appearance of the enemy.

Deliberately suppressing the anger towards Wang Qiang in his heart, Fang Wuwei clenched his fists to the point of whiteness, gritted his teeth behind Wang Qiang and gasped a little, and then said:

"Captain Wang. I don't know what I'm doing wrong. But I know, you must know all this's wrong! What's going on? ”

"Mr. Fang, we are soldiers."

Xiao Qi, who was opposite Wang Qiang, calmly looked at the world outside the door, and suddenly interjected.

“？！”

Fang Wuwei was stunned for a moment.

Immediately, Xiao Qi glanced at Fang Wuwei, and said with a hint of displeasure:

"Other than that, we don't really know what's going on. We are just soldiers who do what we are told. ”

After finishing speaking, Xiao Qi frowned slightly, as if he had thought of something unpleasant, and his face showed a trace of unhappiness.

"But... Surely you know something, right? ”

Fang Wuwei walked carefully past Wang Qiang, walked to Xiao Qi's side as little as possible without making a sound, and asked in a low voice.

As I have said before, compared with Wang Qiang, Xiao Qi is more like a soldier who can get along as friends, not only does he not have so many rigid brains, but he can also talk to others better. Perhaps, the inside information that Xiao Qi knows can give Fang Wuwei some answers to the questions in his heart.

Xiao Qi's hand holding the gun tightened slightly when he heard Fang Wuwei's words. But he still didn't say anything, just like Wang Qiang, calmly observing the situation outside and not saying a word.

In the quiet room, a depressing atmosphere slowly spread, until Fang Wuwei felt that he was about to suffocate, but the sound of a child suddenly sounded in the room.

"Mom. I'm thirsty. ”

The child in the arms of the woman in the fashionable costume opened his watery eyes wide, looked at his mother timidly, and said cautiously.

The immature voice that is different from Wu Meng is completely like a child's voice. It's like a triangular bell ringing in the tranquility, ringing in everyone's heart.

"Wait a minute, Mommy will take you out for your favorite strawberry milk. Are we doing well now? ”

The woman gently hugged the boy in her arms and said softly. Obviously, there were still tears in her eyes, but she didn't feel a little fear in her eyes as she looked at the child, only endless warmth.

"But... I'm really thirsty. ”

The little boy gently hugged his mother's neck and said aggrievedly.

Fang Wuwei's heart tightened, and he subconsciously looked at Wu Meng.

Then, Fang Wuwei saw Wu Meng's eyes, as if it was written, "Primitive No. 1, don't treat this genius as your primitive child!" Looks.

Awkwardly, he looked at the boy in the woman's arms again, and the white clothes stained by the dust were printed with a big Mickey Mouse head.

Mickey Mouse, who grinned and showed an unknown number of teeth, should be the cartoon character that the boy likes, right? This boy must love this disco amusement park, right? Otherwise, I wouldn't have worn this white T-shirt and played in the amusement park until it was about to close.

Thinking like this, Fang Wuwei once again felt irritated about the current situation. The irritability to change reality once again was like a haystack accidentally ignited by a spark, burning brightly, making the green tendons on Fang Wuwei's head throb suddenly.

"Little friend."

Maybe this irritability was too annoying, and it made people feel uncomfortable if they didn't say anything, Fang Wuwei suddenly pointed to the clothes on the boy's body and asked:

"That cartoon character is so cute. Can you tell my brother what it is? ”

Fang Wuwei looked at the boy. If there is anything you can do in this environment, it must be to help others as much as possible, right? Most of a child's mind is confined to self-awareness and the approval of others. As long as it's something they like, they don't shy away from it. As long as there is kind praise on their faces, they will lower their guard in their hearts, and this is the best way to get along with children. (Don't worry, in most children, these two topics only work with people you trust, so don't think about being a pervert.) ）

may have been frightened by the roar of Fang Wuwei standing in front of the iron gate before, and after the little boy heard Fang Wuwei's words, he shrank into his mother's arms, obviously a little afraid of Fang Wuwei.

However, the middle-aged uncle next to the mother and son touched the little boy's back and said as gently as possible:

"Xiaoxiao, it's okay, that uncle just wants to talk to you."

Fang Wuwei's face darkened, sure enough, this oily uncle was taking revenge, right?! How can anyone call a young man in his early twenties uncle?! Damn!!

However, because of the uncle's words, the little boy said to Wu Weiqia Shengsheng:

"It's Donald Duck."

Fang Wuwei looked at the little boy with a twitch out of his eyes. Isn't that Mickey Mouse?! Isn't that Mickey Mouse!! Does a duck's beak look like that! Have you lived in vain since you were a child?!

"Yes. . . You must like it, don't you? ”

Fang Wuwei squatted down, keeping a distance from the boy that was not easy to be scared but just right, with a smile on his face that seemed as harmless as possible.

"Hmm!"

The little boy nodded vigorously, then grinned and said:

"It's a very good friend of man! Will eat the rats I'm most afraid of! ”

The corners of Fang Wuwei's eyes twitched again. Why does Mickey Mouse eat his own kind?! And didn't you just say Donald Duck?! Do ducks eat mice?! This is completely within the range of the species!! There is a limit to the pompousness of your ducks! Damn it!

"Yes. . . Does it have a story? Uncle me. I'd like to hear about it, too. ”

Fang Wuwei, who was in tears in his heart, once again put on a harmless appearance of humans and animals, and asked the boy with a smile.

"Yes! Yes! There are a lot of stories~ I can tell you! ”

When the boy heard that Fang Wuwei wanted to hear the story of the cartoon character he liked, he suddenly came to his senses, happily waving his hands in his mother's arms, and kept telling one after another "Mi Lao Duck" stories with surprisingly big brains.

It was as if the child's voice itself had a healing effect, and in the story of the boy who forgot his thirst, the slightly low atmosphere in the room slowly became vibrant, and almost everyone who listened to the boy's story covered their mouths and laughed quietly. Even Shangguan Aolin, an injured person, hilariously complained to Fang Wuwei about the boy's story.

"Ugh."

Perhaps it is the joy in this sorrow that makes that sorrow even more sad. Wang Qiang, who was on guard by the door, listened to the whispered communication in the room, and sighed slightly.

As if he had made up his mind, a glimmer of brilliance suddenly flowed through Wang Qiang's eyes, and then he gently called out to Fang Wuwei, who was trying to listen carefully to the boy's story.

"Mr. Fang."

Hearing Wang Qiang's voice, Fang Wuwei quickly turned his head to look at Wang Qiang, not knowing what Wang Qiang was going to do.

Then, the strange glasses that were originally worn on Wang Qiang's head crossed an arc from mid-air and happened to fall into the hands of the surprised Fang Wuwei.

"Mr. Fang, the only thing we know most about this matter is these glasses, you can wear them and try them."

Wang Qiang looked out of the door without looking back, and said slowly.

Frowning, Fang Wuwei looked at the glasses in his hand strangely.

Pale grey glasses, just like all regular windproof glasses. Except for the inexplicable lines painted on the lenses, I don't know what use it is. Just when Fang Wuwei raised his head and wanted to ask Wang Qiang what he was doing, Fang Wuwei's afterglow suddenly found that an imperceptible bloodshot was slowly crawling on those weird lines!

“！！”

A big exclamation mark suddenly popped up in Fang Wuwei's heart!!