Instead of asking Yan Zhen to deal with the Disaster Writer, Paradise asks him to rescue the survivors, and his role in this mission is the same as that of Bao Bo in the town, but as a support. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

He tried his best to judge from the perspective of paradise and his previous experience, and then came to the most likely conclusion - there is also a writer in Ling City!

In order to facilitate memory and distinction, Yan Zhen gave these writers a code name.

For example, those who write about disasters are called disaster writers; It is the sanctioner who will deal with the writer, and the one who is responsible for saving people like Baubau, he calls the remedy.

Now that Yan Zhen had been given this responsibility by Paradise, he felt that his future was even more bleak this time when he thought back to the fate of the survivors in the town.

Under the moonlight, Ling City is like an ancient ruin, forgotten by humans and time, and the few of them seem to be ghosts in this ruin, roaming the desolate and empty streets.

Occasionally, when encountering mutants rushing out of street corners and deep alleys, Wei Dongcheng directly increased the accelerator and hit it, which made Yan Zhen feel that he was in an immersive horror game.

Maybe everything is fake, Wei Dongcheng, Sun Guobin, and even Sun Yixin are NPCs in the game!

Wei Dongcheng parked the car under a nearby overpass, and he didn't even respond to two shouts of Yan Zhen, so he grabbed his shoulder and shook it.

Yan Zhen came back to his senses from that illusory feeling, the windshield of the car was stained with blood, which was left when he hit the mutant, the windshield wipers were tilted to the side, and the rearview mirror on his side was knocked off.

It's not illusory, this is the real world, he smiled at Wei Dongcheng, who was worried: "I'm fine, I was thinking about things just now." ”

Wei Dongcheng said: "This car can't be wanted, we have to get out of the car and walk forward for a while." ”

Yan Zhen nodded in response, pushed the car door and got out of the car, he took the initiative to hold Sun Yixin for Sun Guobin, Sun Guobin's injury was not good, after this rush, the wound was torn, although it was not serious, but it was bleeding, and the arm could not be forced.

Sun Yixin is the most sensible child Yan Zhen has ever seen, as long as she doesn't let him play children's games with her, he is still willing to take care of this girl's food, clothing, housing and transportation.

The three major and one small walked in the moonlight on the empty road in the suburbs, and after walking for about half an hour, they stopped in front of a car dealership.

The door of the car dealership was locked, and the three of them looked at each other with a relaxed look on their faces, because it meant that there were no bodies inside.

Sure enough, Wei Dongcheng pried open the door of the store, and the exhibition hall was very clean, without blood stains and the putrid smell of dead bodies, so that several people who smelled too much of the pungent smell unconsciously took a deep breath.

They dug out snacks in a few drawers in the office, filled their stomachs, and went to sleep.

Sun Guobin and Sun Yixin slept in the office, while Yan Zhen and Wei Dongcheng slept in the conference room in shifts.

It was Yan Zhen's turn to keep vigil, and he got the opportunity to chat with Xiao 7, and told him all the things that came to mind on the road.

Ling Shi was already under the control of the Calamity Writer, and wanted to confront him head-on, but Yan Zhen did not have this strength.

If you can find the sanctioner and join forces with him, things may be simpler, and a person's thinking is limited after all.

Yan Zhen finally asked Xiao 7 a question: "If you were a sanctioner, where would you hide?" ”

"Of course, there is a place to eat and drink, and you want to cooperate with him, but what if he wants to kill you?" Little 7 asked rhetorically.

"Then give him a life, don't I have one left!" Yan Zhen said disapprehantly.

"You know the process of taking your life, Paradise will confirm that you are dead before transferring your life to him, what if you don't survive later?" Little 7 poured cold water on him.

Yan Zhen's eyes were empty, he let out a long sigh, and only after a while did he say, "Do I have a better choice?" Or do you have a better plan? ”

"Nope."

"That's not the end, it's worth the risk."

After dawn, Yan Zhen told Wei Dongcheng and Sun Guobin about the plan, and also briefly explained some things between the writers.

"For every large-scale mission in the park, three writers will be arranged, of course, there may be more than one, a disaster writer, a remedial, and a sanctioner, and the three parties compete with each other, and one of the writers and the sanctioner must die in the mission."

"Paradise is an alien intelligent life, so far it can play as much as it wants, and the rules will change at any time, so I can only run for my life."

These words were held in Yan Zhen's heart, and he never had a chance to talk to anyone, but now that he finally said it, he finally felt better, and he believed that Wei Dongcheng and Sun Guobin were trustworthy.

They save people, showing that they have a conscience, and they do not hesitate to harm others and themselves for those who cannot be saved, and they are not selfish and not God's Mother, which is exactly the principle that Yan Zhen followed.

Wei Dongcheng couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly after hearing this, he thought that these unlucky people who were swallowed by the disaster and had no power to fight back were the worst.

Unexpectedly, a writer like Yan Zhen was even more miserable, because in addition to the possibility of dying at any time, he also had to endure mental torture and conscience torture.

Yan Zhen didn't want others to sympathize with him, so he quickly pulled himself together and got down to business.

"A better place to hide than an underground mall? A person's? Wei Dongcheng repeated Yan Zhen's question.

"Yes, is there one? Where is it? Yan Zhen asked.

"There is a wholesale market on the outskirts of the city, which usually only does wholesale business, and the market only opens in the morning every day, and closes at 10 o'clock in the morning, so no one will be there during the day.

"Is there anywhere else? With walls and a wide view? ”

"Then there is the Xinyuan shopping mall in the center of the city, the top two floors are restaurants, rich in food and wide views, but it is very close to the underground shopping mall and close to the mutants."

"Brother Wei, please think about it again."

Wei Dongcheng was silent, and after a long time, he said: "In the end, there is only the railway station left, there is a fast food restaurant in the hall on the first floor of the railway station, there are supermarkets and shops on the second floor, the floor-to-ceiling windows in the waiting hall have a wide enough view, and there are no other high-rise buildings in the square in front of the station, so everything is clear at a glance." ”

"The train station?" Yan Zhen's mind moved slightly, the most dangerous place is the safest place, the sentence is almost used by people, but it is also the best way to use the blindfold.

"I'll go to the safest place first." Yan Zhen said.

"Together." Wei Dong became enlightened.

"Brother Wei—"

"Yan Zhen, don't forget, whether it is public or private, I must go with you to deal with the saboteurs of Ling City."

Yan Zhen saw that he was resolute, so he had to agree to let him follow, and he asked Sun Guobin and Sun Yixin to stay, but Sun Guobin did not agree.