Carefully approaching the food source, the body of the iceman is almost transparent, not only the blood vessels under the skin are clearly visible, but even the ribs and internal organs can be faintly seen. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Its eyes were all white, its nose had collapsed into two small holes, its lips had shrunken, revealing its white gums and teeth, and on the front and back of its body, there were many white tentacles, and it relied on these tentacles to move, and the soft tentacles fell to the ground without making a sound.

No wonder it can't be discovered until it shows its head, and it doesn't have any smell on it, it's really like an ice sculpture, and no matter how smart Black Wind's nose is, I'm afraid it will also be confused with water vapor or the cold air underground.

The iceman carefully climbed up from the hole, Yan Zhen waited for it to go out completely before he dared to move, he immediately sealed the passage so that it had no way to retreat, the black wind barked a few times, and Xiao 7 instantly moved the bed where the food was opened when he heard the sound.

The Iceman realized that someone had spotted it, and panicked back into the burrow, only to see that the burrow had been blocked by the fine sand that Yan Zhen had turned into, and the tentacles on its body dug the sand apart, but the hole would soon close again.

At this time, Xiao 7 pulled the rope sleeve prepared in advance, and the rope arranged on the edge of the hole quickly tightened, lassing the upper body of the iceman, and the more it struggled, the tighter the rope sleeve retracted.

In the end, the iceman was tired of fluttering, and was pulled out of the hole by Xiao 7, and was tied with rope and placed in the ground, so that Yan Zhen and Xiao 7 didn't expect that the iceman was lying on the ground, and there were lines or two of tears in his eyes full of white eyes.

The tongue and lips of the iceman have shrunk, and it is estimated that the throat and trachea are also the same, and an iceman who has almost lost all functions can still shed tears!

Yan Zhen's heart moved, he walked to the iceman, dipped some tears with his fingertips, and found that the tears were cold and cold, saying that it was almost the same as ice water.

"Can you understand me? If you can, nod your head. Although he could feel the tears being icy, he felt that the Iceman might not have completely lost his mind.

Sure enough, the Iceman heard his words and nodded vigorously, if the Iceman had been a human in the past, and could understand Yan Zhen's speech, and retain his mind and sanity, the only way for them to communicate was through words.

Yan Zhen found a pen and paper in the room, the iceman's eyes were blind, but the blind man had no problem writing, and although the words written with his eyes closed were not good-looking, it was not difficult to recognize.

The Iceman felt a pen tucked into his hand, its body turned over and facing the ground, and the forearm of one arm freed up to write on paper.

The paper is an advertising painting stored by the owner's house, and there are two A4 sheets that are big together, and the iceman begins to write carefully word by word on the paper.

It first wrote a name, and then wrote its identity, it turned out that he, named Li Wenzheng, was a villager in this village, and he was looking for food for his youngest son.

A terrible disaster occurred in the village, where villagers died one after another within a few days, and a group of men in black suits broke into the village, not allowing anyone to leave the village.

They built underground burial cellars to prevent villagers from burying the bodies of their family members without permission, and some were shot dead on the spot because they were afraid to escape.

Li Wenzheng knew that he would not be able to escape, so he dug out a dark room in the cellar in his backyard and hid his two-year-old son in it.

His wife and eldest daughter had died, and a helpless father couldn't think of a better way to save his younger son from the catastrophe.

He thought he was going to die, and in fact he did, and was thrown into the corpse, but he was alive again, but the changes in his body were too much for him to accept for a long time.

His whole body was cold, there was no breathing or heartbeat, his skin gradually became transparent, and the organs in his body began to atrophy and stiffen, except for the tentacles born in his body that were soft and flexible.

The corpse pit full of dead bodies almost broke him, and those were the neighbors he knew well, especially his wife and daughter, and he didn't want to stay in that place for a moment, so he thought about escaping.

He couldn't open the metal door above the corpse cellar anyway, and in his despair, he stumbled upon the fact that he could easily dig through the cement or the earth, so he chose a location and kept digging until he reached the bottom of a well.

"What about the people in the well?" Yan Zhen couldn't help but ask.

At this time, Li Wenzheng had already written a full advertising leaflet, and Xiao 7 replaced him with another one, and he continued to write that when he dug the bottom of the well, the well was empty, and he climbed out of the well, and only his young son was left in the village who was dying of hunger, and everyone else died.

He couldn't see with his eyes, he only knew that there were no more living creatures in the village that were breathless, and only the youngest son who was hiding in the dark room of the cellar did not even have the strength to cry.

After that, he was worried that those people in black suits returned to the village, and kept hiding his younger son underground, his body was afraid of fire, and he couldn't get close to the fire source at all, and there was no way to make a fire to cook.

Yan Zhen noticed that he wrote 'two months', so he asked, "Did the person in the black suit mention the writer?" ”

Li Wenzheng shook his head and wrote vigorously on the paper: I said the experiment.

Experiment? Yes, a large number of deaths of villagers can still be attributed to the epidemic, but what happened to Li Wenzheng is far beyond the scope of the disease, and even he, like many writers, may be physically alienated.

"We have a survivor base, would you like to live with your son?" Yan Zhen asked.

Li Wenzheng paused, as if he was hesitating, but Yan Zhen guessed that he was more worried, so he added: "Don't worry, the people there know that there are many incredible disasters in this world, and there are mutated people and animals everywhere, so they won't think you are strange." ”

When Li Wenzheng heard this, tears flowed out of his eyes again, his hands trembled violently, and he wrote with trembling strength to let Yan Zhen take away his youngest son and give him food, he didn't want to continue to live in the world, if it wasn't for his youngest son, he would have committed suicide a long time ago.

"Don't give up so early, maybe someone can cure your illness, there are many capable people in the world now, your son is still young, he needs you."

Yan Zhen's words made Li Wenzheng burst into tears, anyone who suddenly becomes like this may have the idea of committing suicide, sometimes life is not for himself, Li Wenzheng's fatherly love for his youngest son overcame the fear of his own alienation, so that he can live until now.

Yan Zhen saw this point and prescribed the right medicine, in fact, what he said was not all procrastination, there are many writers and capable people in the last days, maybe someone uses therapeutic props, which can make Li Wenzheng return to a normal person, which is not impossible.

Li Wenzheng was moved by him, Xiao 7 untied him, and after seeing his experience, Xiao 7 also felt that this was a good father, and took the initiative to apologize for cutting off one of his hands.

Li Wenzheng hurriedly shook his head, bent down and bowed twice, and led them to the cellar in the backyard of his house, he had not dared to blatantly walk around the village, because he was afraid that he would come back in a black suit and find footprints, knowing that there were still living people in the village. (To be continued.) )