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"Look outside! It's all those cannibalistic stuff everywhere, how many people died outside?! And you're still holding guns at the living! I glared at Vic and James, "Are you satisfied?" ”

Vic raised an eyebrow, his face indifferent.

Joanna stopped tapping on the table, turned to the side slightly, and looked at me with a playful look.

"I don't know what the blood words mean, it tells us to come here, but obviously we're not welcome here." I stood up with a deep voice, feeling the eyes of the others shoot at me like arrows.

Scarlet ......

Wayne glanced up at James slightly.

James still sat behind his desk, inactive, like a leader, so silent that it was impossible to guess what he was thinking.

I turned around angrily and walked towards the door of the reading room.

I'm fed up with these stupid humans!

He never gave up trying to get us out.

In the silence of the reading room, I didn't hear anyone behind me speak.

Wrath? Abhor? Or is it a little more sympathetic?

It's not about me!

As I approached the door of the reading room, a figure blocked my way.

Wayne Brooke.

He blocked the door to the reading room, blocking my way.

"Get out of the way." I had a black face.

He carried the rifle on his back and remained unmoved.

"Vera, we've seen the Scarlet ...... too," Erin's somewhat tired voice sounded behind her.

I frowned and turned my head to meet her gaze. She leaned back against the bookcase, folded her arms around her chest, and shook her head, "I saw these words on the glass window of the overturned ambulance, when several patients had turned into zombies and were chasing after me, and I had no choice but to flee into the church......"

Erin paused slightly.

"It's not just me, James, Joanna, Wayne, Tina, Vic, Hall, Colin...... We all saw the words of blood, some of them appeared on the glass, some of them appeared on the mirror, and in those glass-like places, the blood seeped out little by little, and finally gathered into such words, as if God was guiding us to gather here. ”

She bowed her head, drew a cross on her chest, and prayed.

As he spoke, my gaze swept over the faces illuminated by the firelight, grim and silent.

Suddenly, I understood why they didn't rush to ask for help, but chose to stay here......

Why not use transportation to escape while the number of infected people is still small? Why did you choose to be trapped in this enclosed building with no supplies or supplies? Most people would choose to survive in a panic and use every possible means to escape from this place that has gradually become purgatory, but they ......

Because I received a certain message.

Someone destined to come to this church today, at some point, and gather in this little library......

"Vic, put down your gun." James's voice was slightly hoarse, and he sounded defenseless.

Vic stared at Andrew, not letting go of his rifle.

Andrew also maintained the movement of holding a gun.

"They are not enemies." James repeated.

"They are not your enemies, they are my enemies." Vic's gray eyes flashed with a hint of murder.

"Hmph."

Andrew suddenly sneered sarcastically, he let go of the gun in his hand, and rushed forward in an instant, Vic couldn't react and was pushed away by him at once, and the next moment Andrew's hand hit his wrist and knocked off his gun, Vic turned around and wanted to resist, Andrew grabbed his wrist with a quick step, twisted his left hand behind him, and stepped on his knee with his right leg from behind, Vic knelt down unsteadily, he turned around and tried to break free of Andrew, but he restrained his other wrist.

"Click." The rifle fell to the ground.

Vic was twisted behind his back and knelt on the ground, Andrew controlled his two twisted wrists with only one hand, raised his right leg to step on his back, and Vic gritted his teeth and glared at Andrew with a sideways face. Andrew, on the other hand, looked at the anger in his eyes calmly, leaned over and increased the strength of his right leg, stomping him under his feet.

Martial Arts ......

"Hell!" Vic cursed, "You **** raised!" ”

Andrew narrowed his eyes, clamped his arm hard, and pushed it back in the direction of Vic's head.

Vic bared his teeth in pain.

Claire hides behind her brother in fear, and Hall raises her hand to cover the little girl's eyes.

"Don't be afraid."

I opened my eyes slightly wide to see Andrew, who was superior in strength and speed, and his right leg didn't seem to be as bad as I thought.

It turned out that he had been preserving his strength all along, pretending that his right leg was seriously injured, so that everyone let down their guard against him......

I looked at the side of his face illuminated by the fire, and fell into deep thought.

How wary is this man......

Andrew controls Vic, and everyone is amazed at his strength, no one except Erin and me knows about his injuries, and no one finds out about his intentions to hide his strength.

For a while, no one in the room came out to solve the situation.

Vic gritted his teeth and struggled, but each struggle was rewarded with heavier leg strength.

"Okay, okay, everyone is their own, why tear your face......" Joanna's soft voice sounded in the room, I looked up, and saw a woman with long flowing hair standing up from the table and pacing to the two holding each other, she raised her hand slightly to pull up a strand of long hair, which gently brushed Andrew's shoulder, "You are very good at martial arts?" Can you teach me? ”

Andrew glanced at the beauty, let go of Vic, and walked away in silence.

"Cut." Joanna looked at Andrew's back, flattened her mouth, and looked like she had been wronged.

I raised my eyebrows, looked at her expression, and wondered how many men would take pity on her and coax her in their arms after seeing it.

Vic stood up, shook his sore arm, and glared at Andrew.

The latter, however, did not seem to feel the slightest hatred of him, and simply sat down in a clean corner, as if he had just done something inconspicuous.

"Hey, you owe me a favor." Joanna patted Vic's chest.

Vic's narrow eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze wandering off Joanna's.

"That'...... How about I pay it back with my body? ”

Joanna was stunned for a moment, realizing the other party's deep meaning, she snorted softly as if disdainfully, and turned to leave.

Everyone's hanging hearts seemed to be quietly put down, and the reading room gradually returned to calm.

I looked up at the dusty chandelier.

Suddenly, I felt that this circular library was like a playground, and we were all pawns of the Creator, gathered here unconsciously, waiting, waiting for the god of the game to decide where to go next, whether to live or die, to advance or retreat, without any choice. Dazed, uneasy.

Who can I choose to trust?

A wave of exhaustion hit me, and I shook my head.

The only thing I know for sure is that the blood letters that appear on the glass window are no accident......