Maniela silently climbed out of bed, walked to the window with her back to Tanji, opened the curtain a little, and looked at the street outside with her hands on her chest, looking at the hideous-looking zombies, without saying a word.

Maniela is actually not a weak woman, not physically, but inwardly, in the United States, call girls are legal, need to have regular physical examinations, need to pay taxes, are legal taxpayers, and some call girls who do not do inspections and do not pay taxes are not legal.

Maniela is the kind of illegal reporter-girl, so she does not need to pay taxes, and therefore cannot be effectively protected by the law, some guests often give less money or do not give money, and even beat Maniela, Maniela will never call the police for this kind of thing, because she does not dare, tax evasion will go to jail.

Started her career at the age of sixteen, Maniela no longer remembers how many guests she has received, young, old, ordinary, ugly, no matter what the guests are, as long as there is money, everything is okay, money is life, she has experienced too many things, and even had a history of drug abuse, but then quit, which gave her a fairly strong heart.

But...... Zombies are nothing else, and it doesn't mean that you can't be afraid if you don't have to be afraid.

Don Ji sat on the edge of the bed, wondering if he was missing something, but heard a slight sob, and turned his head to see that Maniela's shoulders were shaking.

"Actually, you don't have to cry, if you're brave, it's not a problem to get out of here, and ...... Maybe, you can go out with me. Tang Ji said with a little helplessness.

"Really? Thank you so much. Maniela turned her head sharply, wiped the corners of her eyes, and said in surprise.

"Don't get me wrong, what I said to follow is to run out with me, I'm in front, you're behind, I won't help you get out of any trouble, if you are caught by a zombie, it can only mean that you didn't run fast enough, I won't go back to save you, understand?" Tang Ji explained as he gestured.

"Understood!" Maniela nodded quickly, and smiled a little happily, she understood what Tang Ji meant, and could take her, but if it caused trouble, Tang Ji would not risk his life to save her, that is to say, if Maniela followed Tang Ji closely, the trouble around Maniela was Tang Ji's trouble, as long as Maniela followed closely, then he would be protected by Tang Ji.

Midday.

Tang Ji has something to say, he usually doesn't bring things into his emotions, the atmosphere between the two is quite harmonious, Maniela always seems to be seducing Tang Ji intentionally or unintentionally, even when eating, the bread cream is always on his lips, and then he slides it on his lips lightly with the tip of his tongue, looking at Tang Ji, but Tang Ji is always puzzled, and occasionally shows a look that seems to be smiling but not smiling, so that Maniela understands that Tang Ji does not understand, but ...... Hold back!

In the afternoon, the sun is in the west, and the weather is not very hot in the early summer season.

The sky is cold, but the hearts of people are cold, the blood has never dissipated, the zombies are roaring, the occasional gunshot can be heard outside the window, and there are cries for help because they are too far away to hear what is being said.

Tang Ji moved the only single sofa in the room to the window, and sat on it half-reclining, looking through the window behind the gap in the curtains, looking at the blue sky, the scalpel in his hand was spinning, and the mobile phone was on the radio mode, and it was placed beside him.

The scalpel is divided into many types, divided into two parts: the blade and the handle, there are eight types of handles, and there are twenty-four types of blades, the scalpel that Tang Ji is holding now is a 4# handle, with a length of 14 cm, and the blade is 24#, with a length of about five or six centimeters, and the shape is somewhat like the front of a dagger.

The material of the scalpel is S30V steel, which is widely used in military equipment, and is also recognized as the best knife-making material at present, with high hardness, but the flexibility is slightly insufficient, and it is only suitable for short knives and daggers.

Maniela only knew a little about Don Guy before the virus broke out, and the only time she had a long casual conversation was when Don Guy helped her fix the lamp a year ago, when Maniela knew that Don Guy was studying medicine when he was in school, so she was not surprised that Don Guy was playing with a scalpel unconsciously.

"Aren't you afraid of cutting yourself?" Maniela walked to the edge of the sofa and squatted down, and asked in a soft voice, the T-shirt she was wearing was a V-neckline, and Tang Ji turned his head to see the seductive breasts in the neckline for the first time, which was very dazzling.

Maniela started her own little trick again.

The scalpel in Tang Ji's hand suddenly stopped turning, and he raised his hand to throw out the scalpel he was holding.

"Do!" A bang.

"Probably not, thank you for your concern." Don Guy barely smiled, and now he was able to laugh in this situation, all because he was taking care of Manila's emotions.

Maniela looked at Don Guy, her slender left hand with slightly long nails seemed to be unintentionally on Don Guy's thigh, and smiled a little charmingly, but suddenly she seemed to remember that she seemed to have just ignored something, and turned her head to look at the wall opposite Don Guy.

She didn't hear Don Ji drop the scalpel and the scalpel hit the ground.

When I turned my head to look over, I suddenly found that the scalpel had been firmly nailed to the wall, and the blade cut into most of the wall.

Maniela slowly stood up, looked at Tang Ji with brighter and brighter eyes, turned her head to look at the wall, and repeated it back and forth a few times, before she walked to the wall seven or eight meters away from the sofa, reached out and pulled out the scalpel with a little force, and stroked the gap in the wall with her other hand that was nailed out by the scalpel, her eyes looked carefully and carefully, it was three or four centimeters deep, it was a concrete wall, even if an adult held the dagger and pierced the wall hard, it may not be able to pierce so deeply.

Maniela's hand slowly moved to the right, about ten centimeters away from the gap, and there was another gap driven by a scalpel, and the hand moved again...... She touched another one, and Maniela took a step back and looked at the pale blue wall on the right side of the bed, densely covered with hundreds of notches, all of which were driven out by scalpels, which she hadn't paid attention to since she entered the room, probably because Tanji's room was a little messy, and Maniela was still in fear, so it was easy to ignore these inconsequential things.

"Throwing knives?" Maniela turned around suddenly, holding the scalpel in both hands, and asked with a slightly incredulous expression.

"Bored to play!" Tang Ji pursed his lips and shook his head slightly, turning his head to look at the sky outside the window.

He is indeed bored to play, everyone with a "knife" seems to have the urge to throw the knife out to see if it can be nailed to the wall, and Tang Ji is of course no exception, and the scalpel is one of the important tools that Tang Ji needs for his work, and playing with it as a flying knife seems to be a very unprofessional sabotage, but it is not.

Because the blade of the scalpel can only be used once, although it is very strong, it is forbidden to use it twice, this is for fear that many times of use will carry germs will cause harm to the patient, and the second is that the blade will definitely be worn after many uses, if it is not sharp enough, it is easy for the user to use uneven force, and if you are not careful, you can cause more serious damage to the patient, so the medical blade is a surname.

The blades used in Tang Ji's surgery will not be used in the next operation, and a variety of blades will be used in one operation, several or even a dozen, Tang Ji was also thrown away at first, and then because of an accidental boredom to pass the time, Tang Ji began his own "waste utilization", mainly to kill time in the long night, at night he basically stayed in the apartment, waiting for the phone, rarely went out, you can imagine how boring he was.

If a person throws a knife to play most of the night for more than a year, then if the knife is not good again, then he must be disabled.

Don Guy wouldn't tell Maniela that the wall had been rebuilt by him with the half of his room off, and that the cuts on the wall were all cut in the last three months, because there was no need for Don Guy to show Maniela how well he played with the scalpel.

"This can kill those zombies outside, right?" Maniela walked over to the couch and asked, crouching down with a scalpel in her hand, her eyes fixed on Tanji.

"It should work." Don Guy said in a flat tone, not seeming to be overjoyed that he had one more survival skill, and he turned back and took the scalpel from Maniela's hand.

In Tang Ji's opinion, no matter how good the knife is, it is better to give him an extra gun, and throwing a knife can only be regarded as a small consolation in his heart, and the haze in his heart has never subsided by half a point.