The short burgundy hair is combed to the right side into a moxican, the face is painted with a very casual smoky makeup, the eyes are large, the bridge of the nose is high, the lips are thin, and the cheeks are thin, giving a very mean feeling.

He was more than half a head shorter than the turtledove, almost one meter and in his sixties, and a small black leather collar around his neck made a deep impression on the turtledove.

Wearing a dirty pink vest with graffiti patterns, you can clearly see the black elastic bandeau inside, the denim shorts are also covered with black oil, and a pair of black boots on his feet, steel rivets all over them indicate that people should not approach.

Her skin was unusually pale, accentuating the freckles near the bridge of her nose, making her look like a madman in a rather unstable mental state.

In Turtledove's opinion, she was dressed in a punk style, even the hairstyle, except for the lack of tattoos, which made the little girl look much cleaner than he expected.

Pointed at the little girl out of nowhere, the turtledove naturally raised his hands slowly, he didn't think that this little girl who seemed to be only a teenager would not shoot, from the stability of her gun movement, it can be seen that the gun is her daily toy.

Especially in her eyes, the turtledove saw a considerable amount of nervousness in it—when a person is in a state of extreme tension, it means that anything can be done.

It was impossible for the turtledove not to panic, he had already heard the sound of monsters moving outside, and there was more than one, so the turtledove said to the little girl with only his mouth:

"You can't shoot."

The little girl squinted, and she heard movement outside the supermarket, but she did not intend to retract the revolver, and continued to point the gun at the turtledove, and she drew a dagger from her boot with her left hand.

"I'm a madman."

The turtledove's beak moved again, bringing the situation to a complete freeze.

Obviously, the little girl didn't have any kindness to the turtledove, if it weren't for the monsters walking back and forth outside the door, she would have shot the turtledove down with just one shot, and it was those monsters that made her a little bit of a mouse-thrower.

Then the little girl wanted to pull out the dagger and kill the turtledove, but the turtledove also showed his hole card, he was a madman, and the toughness of his skin after entering the state of rage would be greatly improved, and the dagger might not be able to hurt him.

The little girl shoots, and the monster rushes in and kills them; The little girl uses a dagger, then she is certainly not a match for the turtledove.

In this way, it is really a stalemate.

The monsters in the streets seemed to be noisy over the distribution of food, and the strange cries were terrifying, and the turtledove looked back, and he was only a wall away from the monsters, and they could find them at any time.

"Let me in."

Turtledove has figured out the bottom line of the little girl, he knows that the other party wants to kill him, but he doesn't want to be torn to pieces by monsters, so Turtledove is ruthless, and he has to make his own request inch by inch, because he also doesn't want to make dinner for those monsters.

Perhaps the monsters were too famous, and the little girl thought for a whole minute, but finally relented, and she retreated into the warehouse, signaling that she had compromised.

The turtledove slowly moved inside, gently closed the door of the warehouse with both hands behind his back, and always kept the little girl face to face the whole time, in case he was inexplicably stabbed to death with a dagger from behind if he moved slightly.

If the turtledove closed the door with his back to the little girl just now, then the other party only needs to take the opportunity to stab him in the brain stem with a dagger, then let alone turn back to fight, he will not even be able to scream at that time, and within a few seconds, the turtledove will turn into a corpse with residual warmth.

Therefore, the turtledove must keep herself in front of this dangerous little girl at all times.

The dark warehouse was empty, with only a few shelves lying on the floor, making the space in the warehouse look a little cramped.

As soon as the door of the warehouse was closed, it was so dark that he could not see his fingers, and the turtledove leaned against the iron door, looking a little panicked, for he found that he could not tell where the little girl was.

Looks like she still wants to kill herself.

Why doesn't the turtledove want to kill her, in this world, either you kill people, or people kill you, the turtledove is still very young, and he doesn't want to die yet, so he can only kill.

Luckily, Ikaruga got two candles from the supply warehouse in Bones Town, and he was wary of the little girl hiding in the darkness as he pulled a candle out of his backpack and lit it with the lighter he had with him.

As soon as the faint light of the fire appeared, the turtledove discovered the position of the little girl, who had been standing less than three paces in front of her, and the dagger in her hand was cold, indicating that she was indeed looking for an opportunity to kill herself.

Turtledove didn't mean to blame her, just as Turtledove didn't blame those who had died under his hands before, and the two of them continued to stalemate, except that the scene changed from outside the door to inside the door.

……

The monsters outside seemed to be a little farther away, but they could still occasionally hear their low roars, and if necessary, the turtledove could stay in this state of confrontation all night, but he was a little hungry and very tired.

Since he was caught by the Steeltooth Guy's slave hunting group yesterday, Ikaruga has only taken time to drink some water on the way to escape, and he has not eaten a mouthful of food, and he is really hungry at this time.

"Gollum ......"

Turtledove raised an eyebrow at the darkness ahead, it seemed that he was not the only one who was starving, he weighed it for two or three minutes before finally taking off his backpack, taking out two cans of canned beef from it, and kicking them forward with his foot.

The metal packaging of canned beef leaves two marks in the dust on the floor.

The most important thing to survive in this lawless place is to not have compassion, after all, "compassion" can account for 80% of all deaths here.

For example, the little girl in front of the turtledove, she probably fell in love with the turtledove's backpack because of the abundant food in the turtledove's backpack, and she was very murderous to the turtledove, so from a rational point of view, the turtledove's act of giving her two canned beef was very stupid.

Turtledove knew what he was doing, he was not overflowing with sympathy, Turtledove simply felt that the little girl was too nervous and hungry, and that man was the most aggressive in this situation.

For example, wolves in the desert, they can't find food for a long time, and when they are hungry, they will also attack small towns.

The turtledove wanted to reduce the tension of the other party, otherwise something would really happen, and the monsters outside would be equally hungry, and the turtledove didn't want to be their dung.

How to say it, the turtledove's move is a bit risky, but it is reasonable.

"What do you want?" - This was the first time she had spoken to a turtledove.

The little girl was not distracted by the food delivered to her, she hadn't eaten for days, but she was still quite vigilant in the face of delicious canned beef.

Turtledove glanced at her, and said in her heart that with your washboard body, what can you want...... Of course, he was just thinking about these words, but he said:

"I want you to stay away from me, and I'll leave as soon as it's dawn."

It was a bargain, trading food for pre-dawn calm.

The little girl accepted the deal, kicked the can with her heel into the darkness farther away from the turtledove, and slowly stepped back beyond the light of the candle's fire.

It didn't take long for the sound of fast chewing food to sound in the dark corners of the warehouse.

Turtledove took out a compressed biscuit and drank it while eating it with clear water, he didn't get many cans of beef in total, and the two cans he had just given out made him feel a little distressed until now.

Fortunately, the canned food was worth it, and I finally had the opportunity to eat a little bit and recover my strength.

……

It was nearly midnight.

The warehouse was so dark that it seemed that time had stood still, the flames of the candles were dancing, and the shadows of the turtledoves were also dancing on the walls, and the only remaining half of the candle reminded the turtledoves that time did not really stand still.

Although the fatigue hit like a tide, the turtledove knew that he would not be able to sleep tonight, and he was still very mentally prepared for it, in fact, since he left the mouse city, the turtledove has never slept well.

Maybe it's time for me to go home and check it out.

Turtledove's thoughts drifted around, and he suddenly thought that the reason why he was forced into the ruins of this city was that he had encountered a convoy of unknown origin, and their size was much larger than the slave trapping group of the steel tooth guys, and they were more well-armed, and they didn't know whose power it was.

Although he didn't know where the men came from, the turtledove had already guessed their target.

"The people from outside are looking for you, right?"

Turtledove deliberately figured out his words before speaking, and he chose to use "find" instead of the more irritating "catch".

"And why are you here?"

In the darkness came the little girl's rhetorical question.

"I kind of regret having a relationship with you."

Turtledove is telling the truth, to be able to let such a large convoy chase to the edge of the ruins, I think this little girl must have caused a lot of trouble in other people's land, no one knows it's okay, if someone knows that they have met her, maybe they will suffer from the pond fish.

I knew that this was the case, and I might as well go to the desert storm at that time.

"I've eaten all the cans, don't expect me to spit it out and give it back to you."

The turtledove was pouted by her words, and said in her heart that this little girl is disgusting enough, and she can say such a heavy taste, looking at her appearance of seventeen or eighteen years old, and her figure is twelve or thirteen years old, how can this be the case with a child's family?

In fact, the turtledove herself was not much older than her, and here she was talking about age, not anything else.

……

After eating and drinking, and chatting with the little girl, the turtledove sat on the ground with his back against the iron door of the warehouse, and began to wonder how he should get out of here tomorrow in his mind.

It's not a monster, it's a human.

Turtledove clearly heard someone whispering outside, he didn't dare to blow with his mouth, and directly pinched out the flame of the candle with two fingers, and the hot wax oil made a soft sound.

At the same time, the girl in the dark corner also stood up, her expression a little more nervous than that of the turtledove.

Turtledove put a finger to his lips, he was so nervous that he forgot that it was too dark in the warehouse, and after the candle was extinguished, people could not see his silence at all, and his ears slowly pressed against the iron door, and the turtledove's brows were furrowed.

There were people out there, and it sounded like there were quite a few of them, who were searching the ruins of the city.