Walking Dead: Fight Till Dawn

The road in the alley is not easy to walk, the road is very narrow, and in the middle of the road are those manhole covers of the sewer, the long type, may be old, and there is no good replacement and maintenance, from time to time there will be If one piece is missing, you will have to step on it accidentally.

After walking a short distance, the man took us to a small two-story building with an iron fence gate, a very old two-story building, and the walls outside the building were covered with creepers.

When I saw those creeping tigers, I thought of a text that seemed to be learned in elementary school. I can't remember the content for a long time. I only knew that it was written for creeping tigers. The reason why I was impressed by this was the full text of the recitation of the teacher at that time.

The light in the room was cast into the small courtyard outside. In the middle of the courtyard, there was a stone table made of cement and stone stools, all round, like the kind in a park.

We were all taken into the room. Two great chairs were placed in the room facing the door, and a row was placed directly below.

This kind of decoration is really rare nowadays, most of which can be seen in ancient TV dramas.

On the right side of the gate was sitting a man with a thick beard. He looked like he was in his fifties. On his left was sitting a man with a mustache. His eyes were shrewd and he was looking at him. In an instant, I thought of the face of the weasel uncontrollably, and had secretly named him the nickname in my heart, so I called him the weasel.

The weasel is obviously not as good as the bearded man.

When they entered the room with thick eyebrows, they just greeted the bearded man, and they all called him: "Uncle Mao."

Uncle Mao's eyes were very aggressive, and he just snorted from his nose to respond.

Sweeping a glance at Shuyin and us standing by, he nodded at Shuyin as a greeting.

Although his expression is obviously not caring for us, I don't know why he can take the initiative to say hello to the sound of the book, which makes me feel very flattered.

Master Mao didn't seem to be planning to greet us. He quickly moved his eyes to the thick eyebrows: "Are you bringing everything together?"

"All right." The thick eyebrows give people a very secure feeling when speaking and doing things.

"Yeah." Maoye nodded: "Okay, then you go back first, I won't entertain you."

In Classical Chinese, the sissy and their expressions were all taken aback, and finally they still asked with thick eyebrows: "Then, what do we do?"

"Not yet, let's talk about it next time."

All of them with thick eyebrows changed their expressions when they heard this sentence: "But you said the same last time, don’t give us anything...you care about what we want, but you send it every time. Isn't this inappropriate?"

"Inappropriate?" Mao's eyes fell cold, and his voice also fell cold: "Why is it inappropriate? If you don't want to send it...you can not send it."

From his words, one can hear a strong threat of threat.

Sure enough, the face with thick eyebrows over there was embarrassed for a while, and then accompanied by a fake smile that could no longer be fake: "Where is Maoye said, we naturally can't, but I don't know when things will be available? Where are we... It's not easy."

"Who knows, wait and see." Master Mao leaned back in his chair and began to send someone impatiently: "It's OK, it's too late. I can't stay with you young people like this when I'm old. Next time. Besides, this one is all gone first."

This is already a very obvious rush, and his face with thick eyebrows changed a circle, and finally left with the rest of the people with a face full of unwillingness.

After they left, Shuyin stepped forward and exchanged a few words with Mao Ye, who was obviously full of unwillingness to deal with the expression, but he was still reluctant to deal with it for some reason. Finally, I heard the sound of the book and proposed to fix it here. For a few days, his face flashed unhappy. He probably didn’t want the few of us to live here to eat and drink for nothing. He swept us up and down for a long time before saying: "It’s done, I see, I’ll call you soon Someone will take you to stay first."

After the sound of the book thanked us, we withdrew from the house.

After we came out, there were few people coming to take us to the place where we lived.

The environment where I live is quite bad...

It hasn't been cleaned at all, and it looks like no one has been in for a few years. The thick dust can choke people to death.

The most important thing is that there is no bedding at all.

When the door opened, Shuyin's face changed, and he asked the man, "Living here?"

The person who brought us was also impatient and anxious to leave: "Of course, otherwise, where do you live? The Forbidden City will live for you?"

"No, how can we rest without this bed and quilt?"

Hearing this, the humanity turned his head and left: "How do I know how you rest? How do you love to rest? Well, after 11 o'clock, no one except the guards is allowed to go out and move around. Don't walk around and get killed by guns. Don't feel wronged at that time."

After the man left, we stared at the dirty house for a long time.

In the end, Xiao Wu said comfortably: "At least it's a separate yard, which is quite comfortable. We just need to clean up tomorrow."

When she was talking, I saw an old broom standing in the corner. I walked over and picked it up to see if it was still working. Then I went straight into the room and started sweeping the floor.

There is no light here... Xiao Wu took a flashlight and shined it on me, first sweep the ground clean.

At least we can sit and sleep on the ground tonight, and we will survive the night.

The day was about to dawn, so a little rest was enough.

In fact, to be honest, when I was sweeping the floor, I felt that instead of spending a few days in a place treated like this, it would be better for a few of us to go out and find a separate building to do it ourselves.

Now I really feel that all the suspicions about Shuyin and them before are because of their own passion.

They should have encountered some difficulties before they had to come here, and the reason why they had to join us was probably because they thought it was profitable from my wife, Chen Ming, that they brought it.

When a few of us leaned against the corner and sat down in a row, none of us felt sleepy.

The youngest man murmured and cursed without naming or surnamed for a while. Although we didn't say anything, we all knew who he was scolding.

I thought about it for a while, and chose to ask Shuyin, "Shuyin, do you really plan to stay here for a few days?" After I said that, I pointed to the house and emphasized once: "Live here?"

Of course, the sound of the book understands what I mean. She pondered for a while and said: "There are no walking corpses here, it's suitable for rest."

The little five on the side honestly said what none of us said: "But I think...the people here don't seem to welcome us."

"People here are not welcome." The boss took the question from Xiao Wu: "They only recognize what is in front of them. If we came today with two hundred catties of rice or flour, they will at least give it tonight. Our quilt and bed. "

When the boss said this, Xiao Wu asked as if he suddenly understood something: "So all those people just came to give things away?"

"should be."

"But... what do they mean when they say nothing? And it seems that they don't plan to stay."

The boss couldn’t answer, and Xiao Wu looked at Shu Yin, and Shu Yin also shook his head: "I don’t know, but a small group of more than a dozen people who knew before would send them things on time, that is, tribute. Then exchange from them for bullets, guns, or other things that are hard to find." After finishing the book, the sound waved his hands: "It's okay, it's late. Let's talk about it tomorrow. If you can't sleep, you will have a rest meeting, otherwise tomorrow will not be even more. spirit."

After that, no one really spoke again. Although I closed my eyes and didn't fall asleep, it was still a rest.

This continued until the next day, when it was just getting light, all of us were a little sleepy. As soon as we fell into our sleep, the door was kicked open fiercely.

A group of people furiously rushed into the yard and kicked the door of our room.

Several of us were awakened from our sleep by the movement.

When we opened our eyes, the yard was already full.

The weasel took the lead into the room, and before we were confused, we said angrily: "Which of you did it?!"

"What?" Xiao Wu asked in a daze.

All of us rubbed our eyes and just got up from the ground.

The weasel squinted at Xiao Wu with his clear eyes for a while, and then asked again: "Which of you did it?!"

"What do you start? What are you talking about?" The boss was somewhat inexplicable.

Not only him, but all of us are very baffling.

"Pretend!" Weasel cursed angrily. "Yesterday in the middle of the night, the daughter-in-law of Director Sun's house, not far from your yard, was killed. We have a curfew here, except that you come here in the middle of the night. No one else has a chance to kill someone!"

After listening to what he said, I found it ridiculous, and I asked, "Why are we killing her? We don't even know who Director Sun is."

Hearing that the weasel looked at the sound of the book, with an almost categorical assertion in his tone: "Some of you know who Director Sun is!"

Shuyin's face changed: "What do you mean by this?"

Weasel said: "What else is there? My meaning is not obvious enough? Director Sun's daughter-in-law has a feast with you. The only person here who might kill her... is you!"

"Blood spurting people!" Shuyin was a little angry: "You made such a big noise so early in the morning because you came here to wrong me? Since you want to wrong me, I just go into the house and just say nothing? You pretended to ask what? According to what you said, the words murderer was written on my head?" It was a joke, and the sound of the book sneered several times: "Master Tang is really an unknown prophet. If you find a dead person early in the morning, you will know the murderer immediately. The specific location and specific candidates."

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