"We are on the run, and we have just been chased by zombies. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info "Su Jiangchen put down Duan Xue, stepped forward, and broke the silence, but his calm tone was irresistible with majesty and toughness: "Can you turn off the flashlight?" It's rude to look at me like that. ”

Su Jiangchen's words immediately planted a seed of fear in their already uncalm hearts. Hearing that there might be zombies chasing after them, those people became even more nervous, looking at each other with fear in their eyes and whispering to each other.

An old man in his 50s stepped forward, lowered the hand holding the flashlight, and his tone was a little out of voice, hoarse and weak: "You escaped from the rest area?" Zombies chasing you? ”

"Yes. If the number is small, we can deal with it, and if the number is large, we can only run. ”

The old man obviously didn't believe it, but he didn't show it in his tone at all: "We are villagers from the nearby Tiandi Village, and I am the village head, Wang Tianfu. We were also forced to escape from the village because of the zombies, and we have no hostility towards you. ”

Su Jiangchen nodded, and listened to Wang Tianfu continue: "Young man, do you have food?" We haven't eaten since we escaped from the village yesterday at noon. I know that this sudden outbreak of disaster has made it difficult to obtain food, and that those cheap foods must now be sky-high. ”

"Our village is not rich, and we don't have much money right now. We just want to beg you, out of more than 100 people in the entire village, maybe only 8 people here survived, and these young people are the future and hope of our village. You just need to give us a little food, let the young people regain some strength, and we'll go somewhere else and figure it out. ”

The eyes of the villagers were only eager anticipation and supplication, without a hint of beastly ferocity and greed. These people have not become morally degraded and dehumanized because of the last days, and they still maintain the simplicity and kindness unique to the people in the village.

"How far is your village from here?"

"Further north, 8 kilometers."

"Is there any food in the village?"

"Rice, vegetables, meat, there are some, but there are zombies in place, and there is no going back!"

The backpacks brought out of the rest area, a few of which were lost on the way to escape, and now there are only two left, one of which contains the Type 95 rifle and cartridges, and the other with some water and food.

Su Jiangchen generously took out some food and water and gave it to the other party to enjoy, winning the other party's heartfelt gratitude.

"Let's take a break and eat some food." He looked in the direction he came from and felt the breath of the wind and rain: "Wait for those guys who are chasing after you, we will kill them if there are few of them, and if there are many of them, we will continue to run." ”

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Originally, Su Jiangchen estimated that the group of zombies would chase after them within 20 minutes, but after 40 minutes, they had not seen their shadows. It seems that they may be attracted to other prey and will not catch up again.

I finally let go of my worries and had time to treat my wounds. Duan Xue tore off a strip of cloth that still carried body temperature and aroma from her autumn coat, and bandaged the shocking wound on Su Jiangchen's arm.

Just seeing the wound that was deep and the flesh was blurred, the villagers would feel the pain and coldness of the bone, and it seemed that the temperature had dropped by dozens of degrees.

The strip of cloth was tied to the wound, and soon became bloody, and after a while it was dyed like a red scarf.

While bandaging, Duan Xue felt a heart-wrenching pain, as if the wound was empathetic to her body, and her eyes instantly became hazy with tears. After wiping the tears from his eyes with the back of his hand, more tears poured out in his eyes, slowly soaking in the pain, and looking at Su Jiangchen's face, it seemed that there was also a layer of mist.

But the expression on Su Jiangchen's face didn't care, he still talked and laughed, and the villagers looked at him and had to admire that this person was really a tough guy, with a kind of heroic spirit and heroic spirit of Guan Yunchang scraping bones and curing poison.

"Okay, okay, don't be sad, this little injury is nothing." Su Jiangchen wiped her tears from Duan Xue, who had been crying in a low voice, and comforted her: "The number of injuries I have suffered before is more serious than this, and I can't count the number of times. ”

Seeing Duan Xue's puzzled gaze, Su Jiangchen explained with a smile: "Once, I was in battle..."

At this point, he realized that he had said the wrong thing again. He had been injured countless times in battle, and he had almost lost his life many times, but that was all in his previous life, in this life, the zombies only appeared yesterday, and during this time, he and Duan Xue have always been together.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough, and his level of making up lies was also first-class: "It was when I was in high school, I was playing basketball in school, jumping up and competing for rebounds, but when I landed, my foot fell heavily and my foot was bent at 90 degrees, and my bones were pierced. At that time, several people were stunned and fainted. ”

Wang Yilan and Duan Xue both looked at him strangely, and then looked at his feet, and the meaning expressed in their eyes was: Why don't I know about this.

"Haha, the hero doesn't mention the courage of the year!" Su Jiangchen endured the severe pain, and the corners of his mouth were still filled with a hearty smile.

Su Jiangchen's behavior of distributing food to the villagers turned the villagers' vigilance and hostility towards them into closeness and gratitude to them. Wang Tianfu, the village head, sat down next to Su Jiangchen, who was obviously the leader of several people, took out a crumpled cigarette case and said, "Young man, smoke a cigarette, it will make you feel a lot less pain." ”

It was a box of the cheapest local Wuye Shen brand cigarettes, Wang Tianfu pinched the cigarette box, but found that there was not a single cigarette left inside. He smiled embarrassedly, and sighed heavily, his own addiction to smoking is not small, and he has no smoke to smoke at this time, and his heart is very uncomfortable.

"The smoke is gone, the people are gone, the home is gone." Wang Tianfu's gray eyes looked into the darkness, which was lifeless, without any look, and his voice was hoarse and low, very ugly: "I used to see reports on TV news that Syrian refugees were killed in accidents on the way to Europe and in the Mediterranean, as well as reports that they had worked hard to get to Europe, but were denied entry by other countries, and were looking forward to the border and suffering from hunger and cold. ”

"Do you remember the picture of the body of a 3-year-old boy lying on the shore, how pitiful, how shocking, everyone who sees that picture will feel sad for that little boy!"

"Compared to the war-torn Syrian people, I don't think our life is very rich, but it's not bad, and once upon a time, I thought that the refugees were living so far away from me, as if they were two different worlds. But just yesterday, this sudden disaster destroyed our village, ruined our lives, threw us into that miserable world, and turned us all refugees. ”

His eyes welled up with sadness and pain: "Those Syrian refugees have received the attention of the United Nations, the Red Cross relief, and the frequent reporting by journalists. Now that the whole world has been hit by a disaster, who will care about us refugees and who will help them? The picture of that poor little boy has spread all over the world, and even if we become the nourishment in the dead body, I am afraid that no one will care and no one will know. ”