"It's so warm...... It's so warm..."

The photographer leaned against the fireplace, enjoying the hard-earned warmth.

Jiang Shiqing saw the photographer lying by the fireplace to the rocking chair, she picked up a strip of cloth and tightened the photographer's legs to prevent blood from dripping everywhere.

I don't know if it's because of the bleeding or if I haven't felt the temperature of the fire for a long time, and the photographer who is not sleepy is a little sleepy.

In his hazy sleep, he seemed to hear the exchange of several people.

"I'm running out of food... What to do? And in the fireplace..."

"Shhhh Be quiet! ”

"Oooh... And in the fireplace, when we threw the bones into it after eating, he wouldn't find out, would he? ”

"Discovery? What did you find? Now he's a cripple...... Besides, the village is not far away, and they will be here in two days. We'll be able to go back then......"

"But... But are those people doing illegal things? ”

"Illegal? You're ...... strong."

"Shh......h

"You...... Why don't you say it's illegal? Why don't you say it's illegal when you eat meat? Now concerned that they are breaking the law? Cheap or not! ”

"Shhhh A little bit... What if these words are heard! ”

"Hear? Scold! He couldn't hear it. Besides... What can you hear? ”

"It's your turn today... Let's go to the basement. ”

"Okay."

The photographer felt the ground tremble, and then it became calm.

And those words are only regarded as nonsense in dreams. At this moment, he is just quietly enjoying a moment of warmth and happiness.

Campfires grew smaller over time. I don't know how long it took, but the photographer gradually woke up.

Then I smelled a smell of meat.

The photographer was hungry and hurriedly shouted at Jiang Shiqing.

Jiang Shiqing is dressed neatly now, but the gauzy clothes are as if they are not worn.

At just a glance, the photographer found that Jiang Shiqing had more bruises on his body. But the photographer didn't ask, just selectively ignored the bruises on Jiang Shiqing's body and the redness and swelling on his face.

"Little Jiang, get me a piece."

The photographer shouted to Jiang Shiqing, Jiang Shiqing nodded silently, and silently took a piece of meat from the table.

The meat is freshly grilled and looks very appetizing, but it smells weird. But no matter how strange the taste is, it is a hundred times better than the bitter fruit outside.

So the photographer still took a big bite and didn't care about the strange smell at all.

"Brother Hao, what kind of meat is this? Are you still hunting for the past two days? ”

The photographer asked, a little confused. Anyone else besides himself has encountered this kind of stupid sheep? Or is it some other stupid animal?

This animal won't be stupid if you eat it!

A ridiculous idea popped into the photographer's head. The mouth full of meat foam smiled violently, and there was meat scrap everywhere it sprayed.

"Don't waste it." The young man picked up the meat scraps and stuffed them into his mouth, then turned his back and said, "It doesn't matter where the meat comes from, as long as it fills your stomach." You're right, little ginger. ”

The young man hugged Jiang Shiqing and said in an extremely crooked tone.

It's just that Jiang Shiqing just nodded with a sluggish expression, and leaned into his arms extremely obediently.

"Ah Hao is right! It doesn't matter where the meat comes from, just eat it. This kind of wilderness, some of them are good to eat! ”

The pot-bellied man walked out of the house, carrying a colorful machete and said.

The machete was foamed with flesh, as if it had chopped something.

Seeing this, the photographer didn't ask, just took small bites and ate the meat in his hands.

'What is this?' ’

The photographer looked down at a somewhat blurred mass of skin in the piece of flesh, which was like a word......

"Did you write on your prey?"

The photographer shook the meat in his hand at the three of them and asked suspiciously. Why are these people writing on meat when they have nothing to do?

Several people were stunned when they heard the photographer's words, and then looked at the middle-aged man with a big belly.

The man suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, and then stepped forward a few steps to snatch the flesh from the photographer's hand. Without speaking, he stuffed it directly into his mouth and chewed it heavily.

When the man finished eating, he touched his head embarrassedly and said, "I know that you think that piece is dirty, the words are indeed written by me, and I will eat this piece myself." ”

After the man finished speaking, he turned his head to look at the young man, who smiled, walked up to the photographer and put the meat in his hand on the photographer's hand.

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"Not full? You're sick, eat me first. ”

After the young man finished speaking, he pulled the middle-aged man out of the door, and when he closed the door, he deliberately turned his head and smiled at the photographer.

"What's going on? Isn't Uncle Liu the leader? Why does Haozi look better than him? ”

The photographer frowned and said with some confusion. Why are they all so weird after coming here?

"Probably... Probably ......"

Jiang Shiqing may have been for a long time, and he didn't say why, until the young man and the middle-aged man came back, Jiang Shiqing glanced at the young man a little timidly and retreated.

"What's wrong?"

The young man was a little puzzled, could it be that Zhou Shu noticed something? Why did Jiang Shiqing react so much?

"It's fine."

Jiang Shiqing turned around and walked away after saying a word, but when he turned around, his eyes were a little pitying, and the photographer who looked at it straightened his hair.

"Eat with peace of mind, and get on the road when you're full."

"On the road?"

"I mean, we will find our way home together when our legs are healed."

The young man handed the photographer a piece of meat again and patted him on the shoulder comfortingly.

"Have you seen the little reporter and Da Liu? They're not with you? ”

The photographer asked sharply, with some doubt in his eyes.

"Da Liu? Da Liu didn't follow us... The little reporter too, didn't follow us. I guess they're still outside. ”

The young man shook his head, and the expression on his face became a little sad.

"Doesn't Da Liu have a good relationship with you? You still care about him?! ”

The photographer and the young man chatted, but all they talked about their whereabouts and relationship.

After the young man left, the photographer turned his head to look at the fireplace.

The fireplace had been filled with firewood, and the fire was burning brightly, but there was still a small inconspicuous metal sign inside.

The metal plate had long since been burned black, but the photographer could still recognize what it was.

It was a badge from an anime that the young reporter liked to watch. She also deliberately showed off to herself at that time.

Turning his head, the photographer closed his eyes and quietly pondered something.

Outside the window, a middle-aged man's face was pressed against the window, watching the photographer's every move.

After seeing the photographer close his eyes, the middle-aged man looked away with peace of mind.

"He seems to have noticed something... Is it from the piece of meat with the tattoo? ”

The young man walked around behind the middle-aged man at some point, and his words at the moment were cold and scary, as if he was an emotionless machine.