When I walked to the door of the reading room, I heard the sound of quarrels inside, and I was repulsed in my heart, so I pushed the door open with the doorknob, and the air in my face was mixed with the musty smell of books. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The midday sun, bright light brushing the window lattices illuminated the dimly lit library, dust floating in the air, and a pile of ashes on the ground was lifeless. When I looked up, I saw the man with braids standing in the center of the reading room. He slammed his left hand on his waist and his right hand on the black desk, behind which James sat in his chair and looked up slightly at the anger in Vic's eyes.

"I'm leaving this place of the hell!"

"Nope."

"Old man, you don't have the right to care about me!"

"Until the truth of the blood word is solved, no one is missing." James repeated in a calm voice, he sat behind his desk, frowning slightly under the brim of his black hat, and his tone exuded an irresistible majesty.

I walked over to Andrew's chair and sat down, he was still closing his eyes, Erin crouched on his right side, helped him unwrap the strip of cloth around the wound, disinfected it again, cleaned the suppuration of the wound, and tried to make him move his ankle a little so that he could better return to the state he was in before the injury, this time he was honest and did not refuse.

I sat in my chair and looked at the other end of the reading room, Claire still drawing on her own, and Hall sat in front of her, blocking Vic from the argument with her body, as if to block all this disturbance behind her. Joanna, the beauty, sat on the table, crossed her legs, and looked at Vic's back with a playful expression. Tina found a quiet place, bored flipping through a book, silently smoking, and her eyes surrounded her in layers.

Colin moved his chair and sat down beside me.

"I'm sorry."

"What?"

"I didn't stand up for you yesterday when James was embarrassing you." Colin frowned, his head bowed guiltily. His hair was a little messy, his face was not very good, and he was scolded by Vic for not knowing what he had done wrong yesterday.

I shrugged.

"It's okay, I don't care about that."

"So how long do you say we'll stay in this hellish place?!" Vic raised her voice, as if to disturb Tina, who frowned irritably, lowered her head and flipped a few pages from the book in her hand.

"Wait until I figure out the blood letters."

"Go ****** the blood letter!" Vic threw his rifle on the table in front of James, "I'm going to get out of here, I'm going to die here if I don't leave!" ”

"What happened?" I asked Colin in a low voice.

"Vic noticed that there seemed to be a little more zombies outside the library than yesterday, and when Wayne and I were on patrol just now, we found some cracks in the wooden sticks stuck in the door, and the zombies outside the door banged frantically on the door whenever they saw someone approaching......" Colin didn't continue.

Guessing what he meant, I fell silent for a moment.

It's just a matter of time.

Food is scarce, water is scarce, and the defense system can collapse at any time......

Someone started to hold back.

I looked up at Vic, the freckles on the side of his face were slightly illuminated by the sun, Wayne walked behind him and patted him on the shoulder, signaling that it was not the time for him to argue, Vic shook off Wayne's hand, glared at James, and sneered.

"Hmph, old man, you can't run because you're too old, and you're dead anyway, so it's better to pull a few cushions."

James looked at Vic with a terrifying cold look in his eyes.

"When I first came here, I thought I had a weapon to defend myself, but I didn't expect that there were a bunch of fools here!"

"Be mindful of your words." Joanna glanced at Vic reproachfully, her tone coquettish.

"If you don't let me go, then I'll kill you all before leaving!" Vic picked up the rifle on the table in his right hand.

"Click." James held down the rifle.

Vic frowned and increased the strength of his hand, and James didn't mean to give in.

"Click."

Vic turned around and saw Wayne aiming another rifle at him.

"What do you want."

"You can go, but, gun, stay." James grimaced.

Dog-eat-dog......

I raised my eyebrows, leaned back in my chair, and glanced at Colin beside me, who was sitting on the back of his chair with both hands, leaning forward slightly, frowning nervously at the confrontation in front of me.

“…… What are you worried about? ”

"Huh?" Hearing my voice, Colin came back to his senses for a moment.

"Don't worry, Vic won't kill us."

"But ......"

"Does he dare to use it? Gun. I glanced at Wayne with the gun, his face as pale as ever, as if he had lived in a dark corner and had never seen the sun.

"No, I'm worried about ......"

"Huh?"

"Someone has to break it." Colin put down his hand that was pressing the back of his chair and shook his head, "There is actually less food than expected, we can't contact the military or the government, we can't last three days here, there will always be people who stand up and ask to leave, it's just a matter of time." Now Vic didn't do it, and he will definitely do it later. It's scary to do it when no one notices. ”

Colin's words silenced me.

"Okay, try not to move, or the wound will easily open again." Dr. Erin stood up and looked at Andrew, who had closed his eyes and recuperated, and she drew a cross on her chest, "God will bless everyone who is hurt." ”

A man of faith is always merciful.

I looked at her gentle face and thought.

"Vic, do you still choose to continue to resist?" James looked at Vic coldly.

Under pressure, Vic gritted his teeth, but did not let go of the hand holding the rifle.

Wayne's rifle was aimed at Vic's heart.

The atmosphere froze for a moment in the moment before the firefight.

"Jingle bell—"

The voice of the phone rang out inopportunely, harshly, and abruptly.

The room full of people suddenly froze, looked up, and looked in my direction.

I was stunned.

"Jingle bell—"

A screeching sound, like it came from my direction.

Got up from his chair and followed the sound to the bookcase behind him.

A handbag that got stuck in the narrow gap between the bookcase and the wall......

Squatting down, I reached into the small slit and stretched my arm out of my handbag.

A women's handbag, black, leather.

A screeching phone rang from the handbag.

For a moment, except for Andrew, who closed his eyes and recuperated, everyone's eyes were focused on me.

I opened my handbag and saw that there was only one phone in the bag.

Caller ID, unknown.

I glanced at everyone's confused expressions, pursed my lips, and pressed the call button on my phone.