A smile, a simple thing to understand, but a wonderful thing, a polite smile to a stranger will get a kind response, even when the other person is in a bad mood, it will have an effect, why?

Women can show charm by smiling, women who are not beautiful can also be charming when they smile, and men, can use smiles to ...... set almost.

At nine o'clock, Tang Ji raised his hand again to look at his watch, pushed the door and walked out of the bathroom, with a smile on his lips and seemed to be happy.

Bang Bang Bang!

Don Ji walked to the door of the lounge and knocked on the door of the lounge, he was not Maniela, if he pushed the door and walked in, Andrew might jump at him directly.

Everyone else in the living room looked at Don Guy, Don Guy smiled, knocked on Andrew's door, this is too suspicious, although Don Guy's smile is deceiving, but obviously, he deceived everyone, what kind of mentality can make Don Guy smile and face Andrew? And it was also when the female companion was slept with by the other party.

There were some chaotic sounds in the lounge, as if it was the sound of heavy objects falling on the ground, it may be that Andrew accidentally fell down when he got out of bed, and then, the door was opened, and Andrew looked outside with a gun, his face was red with excitement, and his eyes were a little abnormal, slightly drunk.

"What's the matter?" Andrew looked at Tang Ji, and suddenly grabbed Tang Ji's clothes, pulled Tang Ji closer, the two faces were very close, and Andrew said viciously: "Boy, if you dare to disturb me, I will definitely break your legs." "Obviously, after taking drugs, his behavior is no longer normal, and in this state, it is possible to kill people indiscriminately.

"That ......" Tang Ji looked a little frightened, raised his hands, put a slightly flattering smile on his face, and said: "Andrew, don't get excited, don't get excited, I know where there is a gun, it's easy to take." ”

"Really?" Andrew blinked vigorously, the marijuana poison had attacked, he now looked at people with double vision, but his basic consciousness had not been lost, and he also maintained the vigilance that he should have as a villain.

"Really...... Can we go in and talk......" Don Guy said as he turned sideways and walked into the lounge, his hands still raised to show that he was harmless, staring into Andrew's eyes with a humble smile on his lips.

Tang Ji vividly showed the state of a refuge person, and the deceitful smile also successfully deceived Andrew, who let go of the hand holding his clothes, rubbed his eyes, shook his head again, and closed the door to the lounge casually.

The roars of zombies outside the window still continued to enter the living room, terrifying, always evoking people's bloody memories, and the oppressive atmosphere seemed to be even thicker when the door closed after Tang Ji entered the lounge.

Old Mike and Laura in the living room glanced at each other, and they could see the uneasiness in each other's eyes, if Don Quiz really took refuge in Andrew, then the rest of these people would definitely be even more sad, maybe they would become slaves for them to drive.

"Oh, God......" Jack gestured hard with his hands on his chest, gritted his teeth and spat out two words, then turned to look at Maniela sitting in the corner and asked, "What's the matter with him?" ”

Maniela had been talking to Don Guy before, and her voice was very low, and the others didn't know what she was saying.

Maniela sat on the ground in the corner of the wall decadently, took off the cigarette that had just been lit on her mouth, pressed one hand on her forehead and pushed it upward, tied the hair scattered in front of her forehead to the back of her head, her eyes were blank and she shook her head with a slight disappointment: "I don't know!" ”

Christine, who was sitting across from the old Mike's sofa, suddenly stood up, walked to the corner with a very bad face, and sat down beside Maniela, and stretched out two fingers of her right hand to Maniela's mouth.

"Can you give me a sucker?" Christine looked at Maniela with sad eyes, she knew that her doom was not over, and that it would come again in the near future, and Maniela would not be able to protect her for long.

Maniela didn't speak, but shoved the cigarette she had just taken a few puffs into Christine's mouth, picked up the cigarette case and lighter from the ground, and re-lit a cigarette.

The U.S. law has a clear legal provision on the issue of tobacco and alcohol, you can only smoke at the age of 18, and you can only drink at the age of 21, otherwise it is illegal, and it is also illegal to condone smoking and drinking by people under the age of 16, and it is not right to let a high school student who is only 16 years old smoke, but the world is already like this, who cares about this.

Laura, who was not far away, wanted to say something when she saw this scene, but in the end she didn't say anything.

Christine seemed to be smoking for the first time and choked on a few more puffs at first, and Maniela snatched the cigarette back, patted her on the back and said, "Stop smoking." ”

"I'm fine!" Christine snatched the cigarette back, ducked to the side, and put the cigarette in her mouth again, Maniela stopped stopping it, for Christine, there is no future at all, whether it is a zombie or Andrew, it is her nightmare, since she wants to smoke now, she insists on doing so, Maniela has no reason to stop her, otherwise, it is really a little too cruel.

In the corner of the room on the second floor of this clothing store called "Dream House", two people sit on the ground against the wall, a woman who is decadent because she is always disappointed, and a girl who is sad because she can't see tomorrow, sitting together and swallowing clouds, looking sad and inexplicable.

There was a jumble of noise in the common room, and then fell silent, no one knew what was going on inside, probably two people whispering over some plan.

Inside the lounge.

The windows were closed to prevent the smell from coming in, and the air was filled with the smell of men's and women's bodily fluids. A small bed, a small cupboard, a TV, that's all there is to this small lounge, while the floor is littered with food bags, used toilet paper and condoms, looking messy.

The sound of squeaking, the beds in the lounge were shaking, and the people in the living room couldn't hear it at all.

At first, there were some "hmm" sounds, and puff puffs, and soon, the previous sound disappeared, and the back sound disappeared immediately after.

Tick!

The bright red liquid slipped from the side of the bed and fell to the floor and broke into several petals, tick! Tick! More bright red liquid flowed down the bed, and slowly, gradually, it became a red thread, and the red liquid on the floor became a puddle and expanded.

The pungent smell of blood spread rapidly in the air.

"Whew!" Sitting on the bed Andrew, Don Quiz breathed a sigh of relief, and under him, Andrew remained in a struggling posture and remained still, his eyes wide, looking ahead in horror, his eyes had lost the color of life.

On Andrew's neck, an eight-centimeter-long knife cut cut a quarter of his neck, including the entire artery, and blood gushed out like a spring of water, and it has not stopped until now.

On Andrew's body, the entire chest, one after another wounds only two centimeters wide were densely covered, each wound was extremely deep, the internal organs were basically pierced, the blood soaked through the tattered shirt on his upper body, and at the position of Andrew's left chest, there was a scalpel, a scalpel with a total length of fifteen centimeters, and only the seven-centimeter-long handle was exposed.

In addition, on Andrew's right hand, which was on the side of the bed, there was a penetrating wound caused by a scalpel on the back of the hand, and on the ground next to the bed, a pistol was thrown.

Tang Ji's shirt, face, mouth, and everywhere were sprayed with blood, his eyes were very calm, he slowly let go of the left hand covering Andrew's mouth, and spit out a mouthful of saliva with the blood that Andrew had just sprayed into his mouth, Don Ji wiped his face, pulled out the scalpel, and brought up a column of blood that spurted up.

Turning over and getting out of bed, Don Ji stumbled before standing up straight, just now his body was too strong and his body was weak for a short time, he bent down and picked up Andrew's pistol, withdrew the magazine and checked it, then stuffed the magazine back and pinned the gun to the waist.

With a scalpel in his hand and almost drenched in Andrew's blood, Don Ji sniffed and walked to the door.

Tang Ji killed Andrew, no one could have imagined the result, and the reason why Tang Ji killed him, of course, had pity for Christine, and therefore inspired the anger in his heart, but more because Tang Ji thought that Andrew was an unstable factor, he was too selfish, too dangerous, it was obvious that he could sell everyone for his own life, and Tang Ji could not leave here in a short time, so if Tang Ji did not have the absolute certainty of killing him, then he would definitely be vain to Andrew in a short period of time, but unfortunately, Andrew gave Don Guy a chance to kill himself with absolute certainty, and he died.

In fact, there is another reason in Tang Ji's heart that he is very reluctant to admit, maybe that reason is the real reason why he killed Andrew, and it is precisely because of this that his method of killing Andrew is so bloody and cruel.

In the living room, the atmosphere was oppressive, everyone did not talk to each other, and Christine had already smoked the second cigarette.

Click!

The door of the lounge opened, and the door moved slowly, gradually revealing a man covered in blood, standing at the door, looking at the people in the living room, holding a bloody scalpel with a calm look in his eyes.