Behind the dark red sea of lights, which seems to be lively and prosperous, are dilapidated buildings, and the mottled traces on the walls write the embarrassment of the vast building. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The girl smeared with cheap fat powder, poured out the humility of Guangsha with her body, the man who was beaten down on the street, whispered the helplessness of Guangsha with dignity, the strong man who fought in the ring, and shouted the confusion of Guangsha with blood, it was they who used the scars all over their bodies to raise the glory of 'creation'...

Ye Yu pushed open a rusty iron door, the rusty door shaft made a screeching sound, Ye Yu walked into this door, the room was not big, only a bed and a dresser, the extinguished red lantern was supported on the window sill, as soon as the wind blew, it crumbled.

A woman, she sat motionless on the bed, her eyes staring out the window.

"There are rules in the 'Guangsha', if I don't light the lamp, you can't come in." The woman's eyes looked out the window, and her voice was a little desolate and helpless.

Ye Yu lit a cigarette, and the faint light of the cigarette butt finally added a little color to this room: "Immortal Old Qiao... Is his real name Qiao Jiahui? ”

The woman's eyes seemed to regain some vitality, and she slowly spoke, "I... I've never asked his name. ”

"Is there a scar under his left rib?" Ye Yu took a puff of his cigarette and looked a little dull.

The woman nodded slightly: "You know him?" ”

Ye Yu took a deep breath, and his laughter was a little bitter: "That knife is blocked for me, his real name is Qiao Jiahui, and he is the instructor of the Yu Group of the Huaxia Secret Army." ”

Ye Yu turned his head to look out the window: "I'm late." ”

The woman rubbed her hand over the patched sheets on the iron bed: "He's gone to the 'Eve's Garden', he should be doing well, right?" ”

Ye Yu shook his head, he was faintly worried in his heart, according to the style of the 'Z' organization, how could it be possible for an irrelevant person to live a good life in peace.

Qiao Jiahui, Ye Yu is very familiar with him, that is a comrade-in-arms who has lived and died together, with Qiao Jiahui's IQ and strength, he does not win the first place in the 'Creation Competition', it is not just for this woman, but in the end, he still won the first place for this woman, this guy who values love and righteousness.

Ye Yu secretly thought that the place of 'Guangsha' might be a petri dish that provided high-quality test subjects for the 'Z' organization. After layers of selection and elimination, he can win the first place with a pair of fists, and his physical fitness must be top-notch. And those who are not physically strong enough are all put in cages, and the 'Z' organization has made up a wonderful lie, what a 'Eve Garden', what nonsense, the 'Z' organization is using beautiful lies to stimulate the potential of these men, so that they can gradually become stronger in the fight against each other, until they are strong enough to become the test subjects of the 'Z' organization.

"Tell me about you and Jiahui." Ye Yu took out a bottle of water from his pocket, unscrewed the lid and handed it to the woman.

The woman's lips were chapped, she held the water bottle but didn't drink it, her eyes suddenly bloomed, as if back to that time, she closed her eyes and opened her lips.

Ye Yu lit another cigarette, and with the woman's warm voice, he returned to that clear memory...

The dilapidated iron bed creaked, and the dark red light scattered on Qiao Jiahui's swarthy back, and his strong muscles were covered with the scars left by the ammunition. Sweat dripped down Qiao Jiahui's knotted muscles, the woman's flushed face was delicate, at this time she was slumped on the bed, lying there motionless, only a pair of bright eyes, following the man at the head of the bed, raising his hand, lighting a cigarette, inhaling deeply, and slowly turning.

The smoke was shrouded, and Qiao Jiahui's knife-like face still had that expression, indifferent, deep, and unsmiling. Just as he stepped into this house two months ago, it was as if he had been wearing this expression for two months, and it had never changed.

Two months ago, her parents were killed by zombies, and she set out on the journey to Qingshui Town alone, she continued to suffer from hunger, and she came here, only to hang a red light on the house like the women on the street who smeared cheap fat powder, and use this body to break free from the clutches of hunger.

At the beginning of the red light, a man broke in, his body was full of wine, his angular face was still stained with undried blood, and his sharp eyes seemed to have just torn apart the ugly hell. He was rough, he was wild, he completely ignored her pleas, he ignored her pain.

Falling red, he stared at his eyes, and silently turned off the red light outside the window, leaving water and food.

For two months, he would come here every night, still so rough, so wild, but she was no longer apprehensive, no longer afraid. He would leave plenty of water and food behind each time, enough for her to eat for a long time.

In the past two months, they never said a word, and each time he was so preoccupied that he finished a cigarette at the bedside and left suddenly.

For two months they communicated with only their eyes, and seemed to have forgotten words, for his eyes resolutely said to her, "After tonight, I don't know if there will be tomorrow." ”

She dodged her eyes and said, "I'm just a lowly woman, and I don't deserve your love." ”

Perhaps, only when the two of them lingered on this dilapidated iron bed, they would have the illusion of falling in love in a trance...

Until she was seriously ill, Qiao Jiahui gave her a second chance to survive with both fists, but Qiao Jiahui left here forever, he was so selfish, he didn't know that he would rather die than stay here alone...

Ye Yu snuffed out the cigarette butt: "I'll bring him back." ”

The woman smiled, she put the mouth of the bottle to her mouth, took a careful sip, screwed the lid on, and carefully held it in her arms.

Ye Yu walked out of the building and looked up at the sea of lights, Qiao Jiahui was his best comrade-in-arms and his best friend, Ye Yu moved his gaze to the iron tower, he felt a little depressed and a little heavy in his heart, he suddenly remembered Shi Jingdie, and he didn't know if she was doing well now...

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