When two authors meet, there must be a battle, which is one of the laws of the Paradise's mission. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

However, this time Paradise played a joke on him again, the mission was indeed related to Ling City, but it was not for him to deal with the Disaster Writer.

Instead, he was asked to write a story about the survivors' escape, and he wanted to arrange a way out for all the survivors who were hiding in the shadows in Ling City, so that they could leave Ling City alive.

To accomplish this, Yan Zhen still has some ideas, he can first find a way to break the 'barrier', and then arrange for the survivors to 'unintentionally' find out and follow them all to escape.

But that's not the point of the mission, and Paradise doesn't even require that none of the survivors be left behind, which means that dying a few on the way won't affect the outcome of the mission.

The point is 'Please make sure that one of the survivors escapes to the city of Yang, and that person is the key to saving the city from disaster.' This sentence.

This person was mixed in with the survivors, and if Yan Zhen didn't know who this person was, and he accidentally died before escaping from Ling City, his mission would be considered a failure.

How many survivors are there in Ling City? Yan Zhen couldn't count it at all.

The only hint given by Paradise is that the man has never had a high fever and that he is truly immune.

But there are so many places in the city where people can be hidden, how can there be so much time for him to investigate them one by one?

The task was like looking for a needle in a haystack, and Paradise was pushing him to his limits, driving him to death.

"Don't be discouraged, humans are social creatures and like to get together when they encounter danger, if you can find a focus for one or two survivors, ask the leader about it, maybe there will be an unexpected reward!" The toilet is very small, Yan Zhen sat on the toilet lid, and Xiao 7 rode on his neck, seeing that his brows were twisted into the word 'Chuan', and hurriedly comforted.

"Mutants can follow us like flies, and the other survivors will definitely not be much better, if I dig three feet into the ground and hide myself, it will not be so easy to find."

"You forget, you can write, if they don't come out, you can write them, the story in reality is not easy to get at all, you have to know where they are hiding before you can write people."

"You're right, although Paradise can't create people, it can control people's thoughts and behaviors, as long as there are really people in the place where I write, they will be 'written' by me!"

"Well, now the question is where are these survivors hiding?"

"Ask Wei Dongcheng, what does he know about Ling City."

Yan Zhen walked out of the bathroom, Wei Dongcheng and Sun Guobin were discussing the reason for being hunted down, and Yan Zhen directly asked them if they knew where most of the survivors were hiding.

Wei Dongcheng's answer surprised him, he said: "There is an underground shopping mall in the city center, which is surrounded by mutants, and the mutants can't get in, and the people inside can't get out. ”

The number of mutants in the city center is incalculable, and even if they don't force their way to attack the survivors of the underground mall, the people inside will be trapped to death.

Sun Guobin asked with some doubts and uncertainties: "Do you want to save people?" ”

His doubts were also Wei Dongcheng's doubts, because Yan Zhen had told him before that he had no intention of saving people and only wanted to protect himself, so why did he go to the toilet and ask about other survivors?

"It was important to me that there were people among the survivors that I was looking for." Yan Zhen said vaguely.

Wei Dongcheng's expression became very serious, this kind of backsliding explanation could not convince him, and the reason why he kept silent about Yan Zhen's extraordinary performance was because he felt that there was no conflict between the two sides in this matter.

He even thought that Yan Zhen was a special staff member of a secret department, and the identity of an ordinary company employee was just a cover for the outside world.

But now that Yan Zhen intends to go to the city center to rescue the survivors, it is much more difficult than escaping alone, and Wei Dongcheng feels that it is necessary for them to talk openly and honestly.

In the office, Sun Yixin was already asleep, and the three men stood in the washing workshop, silent as they each brewed something to say.

In the end, it was Wei Dongcheng who opened his mouth: "Yan Zhen, I know you have a secret, I don't want to... No, I shouldn't be able to let us know, but if you're going to the city center to save people, I'll go with you, don't forget, my revenge hasn't been avenged yet, you said you would find a way to deal with that writer, I don't ask anything else, you just tell me, what you're doing now, is it fulfilling that sentence. ”

"I'm sorry Brother Wei, no." Yan Zhen shook his head bitterly, he also hoped yes, but Yuan didn't know why he didn't give him the task of fighting this time.

Sun Guobin, who didn't speak for a long time, glanced at his daughter in the office, then turned his head to look at Yan Zhen, the eyes behind the lenses, stared at his face tightly, and said: "You are a writer, right, I also know that you have been guarding us, but we have experienced life and death together, and you have saved the lives of our father and daughter, please rest assured, I will keep your identity secret." ”

The washing workshop fell into silence again, and Yan Zhen also knew in his heart that with such a close relationship, anyone with a little brain could detect his abnormality.

Wei Dongcheng obviously didn't think as much as Sun Guobin, and when he heard that Yan Zhen might be a writer, his thick eyebrows were raised high, revealing a very surprised expression.

The disaster in Lingshi was caused by the writer, and Old Man Wei can also be said to have died indirectly at the hands of the writer, a word that pricked Wei Dongcheng's nerves and made him instinctively hostile and repulsive.

But he trusts Yan Zhen as a person, and hostility only flashes in his heart, and there are more questions such as 'how Yan Zhen is a writer', 'why did he become a writer', 'did he do anything bad'.

The paper couldn't contain the fire, and Yan Zhen simply admitted happily: "I'm a writer." ”

In the following time, he concisely told Wei Dongcheng and Sun Guobin how he knew about the existence of paradise, how he became a writer, and was coerced to embark on the road of no return to complete the task in order to survive.

Although it was only a few short fragments, Wei Dongcheng and Sun Guobin heard the thrill and cruelty, and after a long silence, it was Wei Dongcheng who spoke first:

"How do you want to save people?"

His words undoubtedly showed his final attitude, and Yan Zhen was greatly relieved to know that he had chosen to side with him.

"I'll lure away the mutants, and you bring the people out of the underground mall." Yan Zhen said.

"They're not zombies, and they're controlled by stone men, your plan is too risky." Sun Guobin calmly analyzed.

The mutant is controlled by the stone man, and the stone man is made by the writer, to put it bluntly, the other party is organized and premeditated, and they are sure to defend the exit, and they really can't help them.

"The plan can be thought again, it's not safe to stay here for a long time, we should change places." Wei Dongcheng looked at his watch and said.

Yan Zhen nodded, he understood that speed is not enough, Sun Guobin took his daughter out, and the parents sat in the back seat.

It was still Wei Dongcheng who was driving, Yan Zhen opened the roller shutter door and jumped into the passenger cab, Chery QQ slowly drove out of the car wash and disappeared into the deep night.