Andrew left for a few minutes and didn't come back, sitting alone on the sofa, my eyes swept over the simple decoration, black cabinets, white sofas, small LCD TV, black stereos, a few open city maps on the glass table, two pens next to the map, the cap of the pen was thrown aside, as if Andrew had made some marks on the map. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The floor-to-ceiling windows of the balcony shattered, and I didn't see the pistol he had used, and I guessed that he had joined the special forces and developed a habit of keeping the gun with him, so that he would not fall into a passive state when he was in danger.

Turning my face slightly to make sure Andrew hadn't returned, I spread out my right palm and looked down at the wound in the palm, the blade of the razor slicing through the ghoul's palm as it stabbed into my flesh, leaving a red scratch along the palm print, and every time I closed my palm, I felt a tearing pain.

Leaning slightly, I held my breath and gritted my teeth and stretched out my hand to reach Andrew's gauze and a small bottle of potion on the ground, gently poured the sticky potion along the vial on the wound, gritted my teeth, wrapped the gauze around my palms, and tried to wear clothes that would cover my hands, and try to avoid showing my right hand in front of him.

Why hide it from Andrew?

Because no one would want to feel his cold eyes for the second time!

It's just a naked mockery of your incompetence, and in the same situation, he will be able to get rid of it with his whole body.

Stretching the gauze, I bit a gap in the gauze with my teeth and tore the gauze off, and the other end of the gauze was fixed in the palm of my hand so that I could maintain the position of holding my palm together without letting the gauze loosen.

Heavenly punishment has begun, action? Sitting? You have to choose one.

After waiting in place for a while, Andrew still didn't come back.

I'm a little confused.

He had entered a room across the street from the living room a few minutes earlier, and had been there for quite some time.

……

The inexplicable uneasiness rippled in my heart.

Ever since I entered the Heavenly Punishment, I seem to have become a soldier before I know it.

Not just the slightest noise, even a long silence is enough to make people feel deathly uneasy.

……

With my left hand propped up on the sofa, I staggered and slowly stood up.

With my feet wounded by rubbing against the skin, I leaned on the sofa, stepped over the cold tiles, and walked towards a slightly hidden door.

Only then did I realize that Andrew's room was cleaner than I had imagined, an empty dining room, a small bag of open cereal and three or four plates stacked on top of each other on the white kitchen counter, a white wooden table, two chairs neatly leaning against the edge of the table, a faint smell of desiccant in the air, the tiles were spotlessly cleaned, and I felt the coldness of the soles of my feet, and I leaned against the wall to the door.

With the door slightly hidden, I gathered my breath and quietly approached.

I looked through the crack in the door and saw Andrew standing in the narrow gap between the bed and the closet, the closet door was open, and he took out some clothes from the closet with hangers, spread them out and looked at them, but impatiently threw them at the bed behind him. He has a strong figure, but he is crammed into a small gap, giving people a sense of clumsiness that cannot be stretched.

I'm happy.

Push the door in.

Sniffing the faint scent of the sachet in the room, I quietly hid my bandaged right hand behind me.

"Hell." Andrew cursed in a calm voice, "I now know why women need so much time to go shopping. ”

I watched as he threw a set of women's tracksuits on the bed, which was already messily stacked with a stack of clothes.

I couldn't help but wonder.

How could there be a woman's clothes in his closet......

Taking a step further, I stopped abruptly, and the doubts in my mind were answered.

After a few seconds, I instinctively took a step back, my shoulder against the cold wall.

Hearing the sound behind him, Andrew turned his head and met my look of surprise.

Following my gaze, he understood.

“…… What's going on? I looked at him with a cold face.

On the other side of the bed, there was a woman, a dead woman.

She straightened her feet, stared, her mouth open and lay on her back on the cold tiles, a dagger stuck in her chest, and the unfrozen blood spread from beneath her, staining her beige nightdress and the white sheets beside her.

Andrew paused for a few seconds and looked into my hostile eyes.

"I have to."

"But she's not a zombie!" I almost yelled at him, "Andrew, you killed an unarmed woman!" ”

"She's going to get in the way of me, and I don't have time to explain that much to her." Andrew explained calmly.

She ...... Is it your wife? I squinted and took a step forward, forcefully, almost forgetting about my injured foot.

Andrew was silent.

"Answer me, Andrew."

He remained silent.

"She's your wife, right, you killed your own wife, right?!"

Andrew glanced at the brown-skinned, curly-haired woman: "It's just her setting. ”

"Andrew!"

"Enough little girl! You have no right to accuse me! It's just a zombie game!! Andrew also raised his voice and looked at me with a cold face, "I just know that we can die in this game at any time!" ”

I looked into his angry eyes.

For a moment, a chill filled the heart.

This man, arrogant and conceited, will not accept accusations from anyone.

"I didn't even know this woman before! I've just removed one obstacle! What is the difference between killing zombies and zombies! Andrew slammed the clothes on the bed with all his might, "What wife, see God!" ”

“…… No, Andrew, it's different. I looked into his eyes and took a step further, "The most fundamental difference between us and those zombies, at least we don't kill people." ”

Andrew snorted indifferently.

"Little girl, one day, the definition you set for yourself will be broken by your own hands."

I looked at him quietly, for a moment, but I didn't know how to refute.

“…… At least, I'll try. ”

Some weak promises.

Actually, I'm not qualified to say that.

I've already killed someone......

I shook my head, feeling a tidal wave of exhaustion come over me.

Andrew came back to his senses a little, took out the last set of clothes in the closet, and threw it on the bed in front of me.

"Went and changed it."

"Why?" I glanced at the dark T-shirt, denim jacket and black pants.

"We're going out." He said lightly.

I frowned and didn't want to follow his orders.

"Who said you want to live longer than me?"

……

I glared at him, bent down slightly to pick up the suit.

Maybe just yesterday, some woman wore it.

It's a pity that she's now a corpse that can't speak......

With a limp, I headed for the bathroom that connected to the bedroom.

"Your foot ......" Andrew noticed a little bit of blood where I stepped on.

I gritted my teeth and didn't answer him.

Pushing open the bathroom door, my eyes were fixed on a mirror fixed on the bathroom wall, and what was even more striking was the blood letters that had solidified on the mirror.

【Akesh Metallurgical Plant】

Oh, yes.

Andrew's blood letter, which shows the input location of the terminating end......

"What's wrong?"

In his ears, Andrew's deep voice was a little puzzled.

I looked back at his furrowed brow.

“…… I feel compelled to tell you something. ”

I paused slightly, and gently pulled the neckline with my left hand.

The neck, the blood-colored cross, was hot.