Zhang Xiaoqiang pillowed his head on Shangguan Qiaoyun's thigh, Shangguan Qiaoyun was startled by his movements, and his body tensed up, until he fell asleep on her lap like in the morning, looking at Zhang Xiaoqiang sleeping on her lap, her tense body slowly relaxed, the delicate and delicate palm gently stroked his cheek as in the morning, the stubble on his face was slightly itchy in the palm of his hand, but she couldn't touch it enough, and gently slid the palm over and over again on his face, and the corners of his eyes swept to his hands held in front of his chest, Seeing the various wounds crisscrossing his hand, she gently shook his right hand.

The back of his hand and the palm of his hand are all kinds of wounds of different depths and widths, the dense wounds are like a thick layer of cobwebs wrapped around his hands, which is the old wound and a few new wounds, some of the flesh near the wound twitched slightly, that is the spasm caused by the pain of the wound, probably because of the pain, Zhang Xiaoqiang's hand washing is very sloppy, some wounds have black dirt, and some wounds are also inlaid with some rice grains.

Looking at the crisscrossed wounds on Zhang Xiaoqiang's hands, tears slipped from Shangguan Qiaoyun's eyes, slid across his cheeks to his chin, condensed into a crystal clear pearl on his chin, and fell on Zhang Xiaoqiang's face and lips with the slight bumps of the body. He was too tired to feel the hot tears pouring on his face, he lay quietly on her lap with his eyes closed, smelling the fragrance of her body and sleeping more and more sweetly.

The car that stopped suddenly woke up Zhang Xiaoqiang who was sleeping, he opened his eyes and looked out of the car, the convoy eyes arrived at the gate of the chicken farm, the gate was closed, and some messy old furniture and wood were put behind the door to seal the door, several yellow-faced and thin men held some wooden sticks and tools against the people on Zhang Xiaoqiang's side, and some were still scolding, shouting to rebel and be free.

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at everything in front of him and was a little dazed, he was fine when he left in the morning, why did these cowards start to rebel now? Where did they get the guts?

The people in front of them negotiated with those cowards, and they were smashed with bricks without saying a word, and then the bricks were constantly smashed outward, and even one piece was smashed on the windshield of Zhang Xiaoqiang's car, Zhang Xiaoqiang became popular all of a sudden, Yang Keer and Yuan Yi were about to go inside to rest and recuperate, they hadn't eaten their mouths at noon, they were desperate in the front, they were raiding the house in the rear, although they didn't know the reason, but these cowards also aroused Zhang Xiaoqiang's real fire, "Even D2 and S2 I can't clean you up?" Poor people must have something to hate, and Zhang Xiaoqiang wants to rush forward regardless of whether they have other hidden feelings.

Zhang Xiaoqiang stopped, the people inside dragged out the two corpses, put two ropes around the necks of the corpses, and then hung the two corpses on the iron door, the two corpses were stripped naked, ** The body was covered with all kinds of scars, the limbs of the two corpses were cut off, and even the birds and eggs on the lower bodies were cut off, looking at the two corpses, the other men in Zhang Xiaoqiang's team were afraid, the people in front of them retreated to the back, and the people inside began to become crazy after seeing that the people outside were scared away, They held all kinds of self-made weapons and howled loudly, several people kept jumping and running behind the subway door, grabbing the fence of the iron gate from time to time and shaking the big iron gate, with a terrible howl in their mouths, the iron door was shaken violently, and the two corpses hanging on the iron door were also swaying, and from time to time there were residual blood dripping from the corpses, dripping to the blood splashing on the rusty iron door, adding bright red flowers to the black and yellow old iron door.

Zhang Xiaoqiang saw clearly who the owner of the two corpses was, one was an old Maozi who was disabled by Yuan Yi, and the other was an old drunkard who guarded the chicken coop, and they died very miserably, very miserably. The eyes of the two are no longer there, only two black holes are left, the old drunkard is still with his mouth open, the teeth in his mouth have also been knocked down, and his body is full of whiplashes, stick wounds, cuts, and even burns from flames.

Looking at the crazy men in the iron gate, Zhang Xiaoqiang really couldn't think of what made them so crazy, even if they rebelled and robbed the grain from the chicken farm, how many days could these grains be eaten? Do they have the courage to go outside and snatch it from the zombie's mouth after eating? Is this their last madness?

Seeing this group of men who lost their minds, Zhang Xiaoqiang felt familiar, and he had seen a scene before, and saw the Indonesians in 98 on the video**, those crazy Indonesians treated their compatriots like this, burning, robbing, raping, killing, and dismembering the corpses and swaggering through the market with their heads, and those Indonesians were applauding.

Now that their former compatriots are doing the same atrocities as the Indonesians, what makes them so crazy? Can you get there is to let them eat chicken feed for a few days? Or do they want to vent their inner madness together, and then hug others to destroy together?

The people inside suddenly ran around like a den, and the howls grew louder and louder, and the howls of ghosts and wolves pierced into the sky, and then a group of people carried two wide planks to the door, and on the planks lay two men, who were still writhing on the boards, their limbs nailed to the boards, and the blood stained the planks beneath them red.

On the wooden board are a man and a woman, both of them were stripped of their clothes, just lying naked on the wooden board, the male is the cannon chamber that was stepped on by Yuan Yi and broke his leg, the female Zhang Xiaoqiang has never seen it, it is a middle-aged woman in her thirties and forties, her body is very fat, and the white flesh of her abdomen and waist is layered on top of each other.

The planks nailed to the chamber were erected, and the chamber kept howling loudly for them to give them a good time, but the crowd went mad, and they cut off the limbs of the chamber, and castrated him, and the eyeballs were gouged out like the old hair, until his belly was broken.

The corpse of the cannon chamber was also hung on the iron door, and the blood continued to drip until the iron door and the ground under him were completely stained red, the crowd on Zhang Xiaoqiang's side invariably squatted on the ground and vomited, Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the corpse of the cannon chamber and faintly gaged, and suddenly a figure with a faint fragrance pounced into his arms, and Shangguan Qiaoyun buried his head in Zhang Xiaoqiang's arms.