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"Gragra—"

There was a noisy sound beside me, I subconsciously looked towards the place where the sound came from, four or five zombies blocked outside the iron net a few meters away, high black iron net, their skin was cracked and covered with black blood vessels, the eyeballs protruded out of the sockets were densely covered with bloodshots, the zombies were wearing workers' uniforms, their bloodthirsty eyes locked on us, their hands were holding the iron net, and the huge force shook the black iron net with a loud sound, as if they were going to break through the iron net and rush wildly in the next moment.

My heart was cold, I let go of the hand holding the railing, instinctively moved a few inches to the side, the roar of the zombie filled my ears, evoking the deepest physiological panic in my heart, I lowered my head in a little hurry, put on the hat of my coat, the brim of the hat was a little sticky, and the blood that was originally stained on the coat stained my fingers red.

"Look ahead, don't get distracted." Andrew, who was a few steps away, commanded in a calm voice.

I silently raised my head, my eyes fell on his black coat, and I felt a little relieved as I listened to his steady footsteps in my ears. It always seems to be like this, he looks like "nothing to do with me" at all times, but he is always in control of the wind and grass around him.

How vigilant is this retired special forces soldier?

I silently followed his footsteps, my left hand on my right arm, feeling the pain in my dislocated shoulder blade, and I shook my head, trying to find something to distract me.

“…… Andrew. I called to him in a hoarse voice.

He didn't answer.

I bit my lower lip, wondering if the big man was still angry that I had almost killed me and him to save James.

"Andrew." I patiently called him again.

The answer to me was still cold silence.

His uncle's!

"Andrew!" I raised the volume and got into a fight with him!

The big man in front of him paused, and he glanced back at me slightly.

"Little girl, you're noisy."

“…… I have two questions for you. I looked up at the back of his head with a cold face.

"Say."

"AG is an abbreviation of your name, right?"

“……”

"I found a gun in my backpack in the kidnapper's room, you left it for me." I calmly looked at Andrew's back, narrowing my eyes slightly, as if to see through this deep man, "Andrew Gray. ”

He walked in silence, and I knew he acquiesced.

I lowered my eyes slightly.

In fact, the answer to this question is already clear, but I want to find out again how long ago his so-called "commission" has begun. The gun helped me knock out the zombie priest's mandible, successfully saving me from having a blank head, and then the gun hit the ghoul and the zombies in the church garden. Everything is like a foreshadowing that has been planted for a long time, and the coincidence is chilling......

As if confused, my voice didn't come from behind him for a while, and Andrew glanced back at me in thought.

"Little girl, second question." He took the initiative to ask.

There is some familiar question-and-answer pattern.

I raised my eyes and followed Andrew's footsteps over an overhead staircase, holding on to the rusty railing onto a wider platform, a few meters away stood a large black furnace, the body of the straight cylinder had been blackened, as if it had not been used for a long time, and the platform below the furnace was stained with flying blood, silently telling of the blood that had happened.

At the sight of the blood stains on the furnace, my heart sank, and I involuntarily clenched my fists.

"The second question, why not save James?" I asked coldly.

The problem smashed into the air at once.

The next second, Andrew stopped.

I stopped with him, looked over his shoulder, and caught a glimpse of the rusty carrying elevator not far away.

Andrew turned slightly to the side, his dark eyes shining through a darkness that I couldn't explain.

“…… You had a chance to save him, I thought it was the number of bullets that limited your movements, but then I used that pistol to hit three zombies, which means that there were at least three more bullets in the pistol, and there were only two zombies attacking James at that time, you can completely deal with those two zombies and break the door lock with a pistol. ”

I looked him straight in the eye, and every word, every word, fell into the cold air.

Andrew looked at me with his lips pursed, his eyes calm without a wave.

"Why...... No? I narrowed my eyes slightly and took a step forward as if asking.

Many images came to my mind one after another, hitting my heart.

I watched the repentant old gentleman die in front of me......

I watched as it turned into a zombie hitting the glass and trying to eat us who had been our companions......

I watched the last bit of hope and vitality of his life disappear into those cloudy eyes......

It's a human life!

Why did you choose to avoid it?!

"Answer me, Andrew." I said these words in a calm voice, almost gritting my teeth.

Andrew was silent.

I couldn't see through what those deep eyes were hiding.

The air, as if frozen in this moment of confrontation.

After a while, he opened his lips and said word by word in a deep voice: "We are not gods, and we cannot redeem everyone." ”

I stared at him, biting my lower lip.

"Do you have to give up all kindness to live......

"Without valuable chess pieces, there is no need to exist." In his ears, Andrew's voice was cold.

“…… Andrew, that's a human life. I took a step back and shook my head, remembering some woman he had killed.

Andrew paused for a few seconds.

"And what about you, why did you make the decision to 'kill Joanna with your own hands'."

I was stunned for a moment, and Andrew looked at me dangerously and narrowed his eyes, which instantly pushed me to no return.

“…… It was the woman who wanted to kill me first. ”

"That's a human life, too." Andrew's voice was low, leaving me with no escape from the wavering in my heart.

"I'm self-defense."

"Little girl, you are a double standard and a fool of yourself."

I felt suffocated by his pressing gaze, and I looked away.

"I told you that here, all the means and choices for survival are correct." In my ears, Andrew's voice came closer, and I raised my eyes to meet the killing intent in his eyes, "In this round of heavenly punishment, I just need to ensure that the sacrifice ****** not die, and other things have nothing to do with me!" ”

I looked at Andrew with mixed feelings.

"Oops, I think I've heard something terrible......"

The man's voice came from behind the furnace, and I looked vigilantly to see a man in a gray jacket and black pants unhurriedly bypassing the blood-stained furnace and appearing in the field of vision, carrying a rifle on his back, his slightly messy hair tied back in his head, raising his eyebrows, and looking at Andrew and me with interest.

I chilled.

"Hasn't anyone told you that eavesdropping is uneducated?"

He grinned sarcastically.

"I'm sorry, upbringing this kind of thing is redundant for me Vic."