"Brother, Yunluo is not an infected, he is definitely not!" Zhao Yao yelled at his brother.

"Hmph, I think you're fascinated by this little white face under the ** soup! Everything is directed at him! Zhao Yao's face was gloomy, and his tone was unquestionable, "What evidence do you have to prove that he is not infected?" ”

"And what proof do you have that he's infected?" Zhao Yao said, "If Yunluo was infected, those monsters wouldn't have eaten him that night." ”

"The result?" Zhao Yao sneered, "Did those monsters eat him?" Obviously, no!! I don't believe it, you only brought a pistol with little lethality, and you can still kill a high-level infected? ”

"But ......"

Zhao Yao said angrily: "Okay! I'll lock you up again if you're unreasonable, you're so restless, I've run out of the barracks three times, be careful that I put you in a confinement room! ”

"Humph!" Zhao Yao snorted coldly and ran away.

Seeing that his sister was finally gone, Zhao Yao closed his eyes, pursed his lips, and took out a bookmark from his pocket.

These books are all books I found from several destroyed libraries, and when they were destroyed, the virus should have not had an outbreak yet, and the name of the PM virus was proposed by several academicians only a few days after the outbreak.

So...... What about this?

The bookmark opened, and it was eight lines of poetry. Zhao Yao didn't like words, but he forced himself to memorize these four lines of poetry plus one residual word, a total of thirty-one words. He didn't understand the meaning of this nameless poem, and he couldn't understand what was hidden behind the nameless poem, as if the thoughts that poured out of his heart were telling him: Remember, you must remember!

The night smoke clouds in the south of the Yangtze River are misty and there is no solitary Hong in the misty Tianshan Mountains.

Rushing to the sky, the cold stars fall, and there is no danger in the world.

Gun......

The handwriting is sloppy, as if it was written in a hurry, and in the strokes outlined, there is only one "gun word" in the fifth sentence, and there is a feeling in the dark that this poem is not only four sentences, maybe six, maybe eight, maybe more.

The faith in his heart collapsed slightly, and the original rock-solid materialism began to collapse little by little, and he didn't know what to do.

"Should I tell my father?" Zhao Yao hesitated, he knew very well that his father was a supporter of Marxism-Leninism through and through, with absolute purity, and he could not allow his children to question his beliefs in the slightest.

If I told my father, he wouldn't believe it, but would have scolded him.

If I told Zhao Yao that I had just her off, and told her, she would definitely worship that kid from Yunluo again.

If I tell Xiao Zhang-

Xiao Zhang saw Zhao Yao looking at him, he tilted his head and smiled.

Well, he still forgot it......

That's just him!

As if making a major decision, Zhao Yao folded the bookmark tightly and put it in the inner pocket of his jacket. Passing through one steel gate after another, ignoring the various high-level infected people imprisoned in the surrounding cages, Zhao Yao passed through the last door.

"呲~"

The door opened, and the scene inside made his newly calm heart surge again, and he scolded angrily: "The clouds fall!! ”

Zhao Yao hurriedly stood aside and grimaced at Zhao Yao.

Yunluo had an ice pack on his head, making his face bruised by Zhao Yao feel better. He waved his hand and said, "Hey, aren't you going to beat me again, although I can be regarded as a prison escape, but prisoners also have human rights, hey!" Don't hit, ahhh ”

"Brother, you don't want this."

"You go aside, be careful that I fight you together!"

"Hmph, I don't believe you dare to hit me, I'll tell Dad, see how he punishes you!" Zhao Yao learned Zhao Yili's tone, "Zhao Yao, give me five hundred squats, and I'm not allowed to eat if I don't finish it for forty minutes!" ”

It turns out that this product is called Zhao Yao! Zhao Yao, Zhao Yao, this name is really a brother and sister!

"Alright!" Yunluo's hands and feet were bound by iron chains, this is the highest level of danger prison, it is not at all comparable to the original, this prison, Zhao Yao did not have a key to unlock him, "You should also find out!" ”

Zhao Yao's outstretched fist was obviously stagnant, but its speed did not decrease and smashed on Yunluo's chest.

"Whew...... Hiss...... Okay, don't fight, why are you so disobedient? ”

This kid, although he has some ability, but he is an infected person, and he can't let his guard down, not to mention that this kid seduces my sister! Sins are unforgivable! (Don't call me sister!) ）

"Brother!" Zhao Yao grabbed Zhao Yao's muscular arm and said weakly, "Brother, don't you do this!" Don't! ”

A fishy sweetness flowed into the mouth, and the gums were beaten and bleeding again, every time it was Zhao Yao! You want me to endorse Colgate 360-degree oral care, right?

"Okay, I'll just listen to you say a few words, Zhao Yao, go out!"

Zhao Yao didn't move.

"Get out, I'll tell you out!" Zhao Yao pointed to the door, "Don't even listen to my brother's words?" ”

"I don't believe you, big liar!"

"Zhao Yao, you go out first, I'll talk to your brother, he won't beat me." Yunluo said.

"Then I'm out?" Zhao Yao glanced back at Yunluo and left with some concern, "Brother, I said that I am not allowed to fight Yunluo." Zhao Yao warned him.

Zhao Yao sighed: "The girl has grown up, and what others say is more useful than that of my brother." ”

"Huh...... Ahh

Before Yunluo finished laughing, he only felt a huge blow on his stomach, and Zhao Yao's words drifted into his ears: "Who the said I wouldn't beat you, Ang?" ”

……

Wang Qiong's cold hands were held in a pair of large, rough hands, the owner of which tried his best to warm her, but no matter how hard he tried, even if his heat was enough to melt the steel. But she's still the same.

It seems to be stupid and stupid.

Cold and noble, vaguely a little charming.

Zhang Yang really hopes that these prickly flowers will bloom for him, just like when he only accompanied him to look at the stars when he was a child. But he knew that he had missed out on the best of people at the best of years, hiding in dark corners when she needed him most.

She hated him, but she loved him too. No one knows what will become of the thorny flowers that grow on the cliffs when love and hate are mixed.

Zhang Yang squeezed out an ugly smile, remembering the day many years ago, when he also held her soft fingers as he did today, but he was able to speak softly and gently. At that time, she was able to revel in her arms and close her eyes, and she could live a night without speaking.

"Do you still need my blood?" He asked.

"No," Wang Qiong said, "I suddenly felt a little nauseous." ”

“…… Is it? Zhang Yang, "Qiong'er, I ......"

"Don't call me that!" Wang Qiong pulled out the hand that was sandwiched in Zhang Yang's warm palm, and struck again.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have killed you."

"Hehe, I'm sorry for what I mean, anyway, you owe me enough."

Zhang Yang looked into her eyes and said, "What about that kid?" Why did you help him so much, did you really take a fancy to that kid? There was a little tremor in Zhang Yang's voice.

"What do you say?" Wang Qiong stood up, grabbed Zhang Yang's collar, and brushed it for him, his eyes were like stars, "That's what I owe him, just as you owe me." ”

Zhang Yang trembled.