Chapter 150 Never Die

"I'm back! I'm finally back! This cold air, this sweet blood..."

The cold wind blew on the face. People in the desert who had never experienced such a climate felt that the piercing cold wind couldn't help shivering.

"It's so murderous!" Han Yu sniffled and shivered, "I only felt such a heavy murderous spirit when facing this dragon beast!"

"Killing?" Brother Long looked doubtfully at more than a dozen soldiers in the Red Dragon City who were holding weapons in their hands and looked like facing a big enemy. "Where is the murderous atmosphere? Why don't I feel it?"

"Ha ha ha!" Helian was innocent and smiled softly, "I really understand today. What does it mean that you can't talk to summer insects!"

"Can't talk about ice with summer insects? Er... No way!" Brother Long's eyelids fell down. The result of this conjecture was too funny, but after careful consideration, Brother Long really found the problem. When he was in the desert, even at night, the temperature was very high. Moreover, Brother Long also saw Han Yu's clothes storage room. There was no winter clothes in it, and there was nothing in it. The thick fur materials, those thick blankets and gorgeous fur are used for decoration and carpets. That is to say, none of the people who have lived in the desert since childhood know what low temperature is and what is cold. They collectively regard the temperature phenomenon as the feeling of being cold after being targeted by the enemy.

"Well, although the two feelings are a little similar in a sense, they are not so similar!" Brother Long scratched his face and thought about how to explain this situation to them.

You know, common sense is the most difficult thing to change, just like when you go to ancient times and say to people that the earth is a ball, and the sun revolves around a bigger ball... Ninety-nine times will make you crazy, and the rest is that you don't understand, and super geniuses and madmen believe in you.

"This is the temperature. The temperature is still very low now. It's normal for you to feel a little too cold. Don't be nervous. Don't be nervous. Here, this is the most normal thing!"

"God? It turns out that the place outside the endless mountains is full of murder!"

Hearing Han Yu's exclamation, Brother Long gorgeously ignored it, turned his head and was ready to get on the car and continue to move forward.

"Hahaha..."

At this time, Helian's innocent laughter made Brother Long feel a little wrong. Helian's innocence is not the kind of person who will keep laughing because he sees Han Yu and others make a fool of himself. There must be something wrong with her laughter like this.

"Innocent, what are you laughing at?"

"Me? Ha ha, I'm laughing at you!"

"Laugh at me? What's funny about me?" Brother Long didn't think that Helian's innocence was the kind of person who kept laughing because of his lame explanation.

"No, look at it yourself..." Helian's innocence pointed to a small hill not far away.

Thin snow, lush woods, and traces of light rain... It's normal, a typical scene of uninhabited mountains after the end of the world!

"What's so funny... eh?" Brother Long turned his head and muttered to Helian's innocence. He was ready to rub and abuse her little face that could come out of the water with a pinch. However, after Brother Long raised his hand to Helian's innocent face, he still realized that something was wrong.

Helian's innocence covered Brother Long's big hand, rubbed his face on it for a long time, and said, "I can see. I'm still wondering if I want to remind you, ha ha ha!"

"What do you see? Honey, what do you see? Tell me, why is Sister Helian laughing so happily? N, N, N, tell me!"

"What time is it now?" Brother Long didn't say anything, but asked.

"What time? It's not June now..." As soon as He Qian said it, she realized that there was something wrong.

That's right. It's almost June now, and it's the season when the sun shines brightly. Although it's not yet the middle of summer, around Chongqing, at this time in previous years, there have been a lot of cool clothes full of men and women.

But now, a very common hill is still covered with snow, which is too challenging for common sense. No matter how late the cold wave comes, it won't be said to be June snow! Common sense, although no one cares too much about common sense after the end of the world for a long time, it is still a little surprising to suddenly encounter such a challenging thing.

"What's wrong? What's the matter?" A thin layer of prickly heat was blown up on the little princess's pink and fragrant shoulders, and her little face was also blown red. Although she had extraordinary strength, she could not use it to dispel the cold. There was no way. She also saw that the people who were originally in good interest suddenly changed when He Qian said something about June, as if they had seen something incredible, and then she asked. Brother Long just said that this murderous atmosphere is a very common thing here, so what is the reason for this?

"Good sister, don't ask this." Helian innocently pulled Han Yu and the little princess and walked towards the car. "Come and take the first car. Don't freeze. As for what happened, I'll explain it to you slowly!"

Looking at Han Yu and the little princess entering the carriage, Brother Long shook his head and ordered Meng Hao, "You guys, take people around to find some winter clothes or something. Anyway, it's all here, and there's no need to rush."

"Yes!" Meng Hao answered neatly and set out with the good hands of Zhangjiacun.

"Oh, the world is really changing..." Looking at the snow on the top of the mountain, Brother Long was melancholy!

............

Qian Lin sat at the office table with glasses, sipping warm coffee in an unnoticentance, and secretly watching his boss staggering around the room from the corner of his eyes. There was no result in the search for the fugitive.

The notice has been posted, which describes in detail the appearance of the escaped Zhang Qinghai and the last wound on his face; but even if the remedy reached this point, the glasses still clearly claimed that they would never find this person. In the end, he may find a locomotive, but only he knows what is in the locomotive. It is a small thing that will explode. The explosion is a good thing that can cause chaos and panic. Ben Laden (This is also a forbidden word?? It's powerful!) That's how it is.

The guard in charge of the front door office desk is the guard who leads the way with a little back, and the new guy with thick eyebrows. The blue veins stand against the wall, and his glasses walk up and down in front of them. His face is gloomy and unbelievable. "How is this possible? Tell me, how is it possible that you just saw a prisoner who was happy to be released? Don't you have a tracker?"

"We were going to apply for one, but it said that the tracker's ability should be used more usefully. The original two trackers have been transferred back!"

"What about item confirmation? What about identity confirmation?" Glasses continued to ask, this time to ask the warden.

The warden shook his head nervously, "This is confirmed every time, and there are detailed records. There is indeed no abnormality found. The guards here know the situation of each prisoner well."

The glasses stared at Qian Lin, who was writing down all these words and preparing to draft an investigation report to report when he goes back.

The warden continued: "We are not like yours here. We don't have too strict action plans. And you know, usually the prisoners here are not threatening, and they are not hard criminals. They are all very ordinary... Er!"

The warden also realized what he was talking about and closed his mouth intelligently.

Qian Lin thought his boss would be furious, but the latter heard what he said and just looked at him coldly. "Why do you call a tough criminal, a murderer, a thief, a rapist?"

"Uh...yes!"

"Then why did you make the prisoner hard? Let me tell you, the concepts of killing, arson, stealing and selling children are not bad. The reason why criminals are criminals is first of all their ideas. Do you understand? That's their problem." His glasses stared at the warden closely and pointed his index finger to his head and temple. "It is what goes wrong here that they will become tough criminals. And it is the concept in the mind that these so-called Christians resist us and resist us. The world is born from ideas, not from guns. The regime comes from the barrel of the gun, which is why we always stand at the top, because the gun stands with us, but now, some people want to change the idea of those guns!"

The warden still insisted, "But these ideas are just some poor superstitions of those brainless people. You won't really believe that they have a serious threat, will you? And now the morality is lost and the legal system is nihilistic. I don't think it's a bad thing to have some beliefs!"

"No, no, no, I believe so." The tone of the glasses was hard-moving, "Of course, I'm sure it won't change. Well, if we can stop talking about these idiots, I want to meet the accomplice of the fugitive.

Glasses knocked on the table, the door opened, and the guards brought in two prisoners with shackles and handcuffs.

"Croach!" The glasses said to Qian Lin.

"The two of them," said the guard, "they denied knowing anything."

"Thank you," Qian Lin said in front of his glasses, and then he leaned against the table and looked at the two people without saying a word. One of them is a medium-sized man with a beard and an eggplant-colored face, like the leather of a leather chair. The name "Wang Tianhua" is sewn in the chest-length part of the overalls. The other one should be taller and stronger.

"So, you have nothing to tell us about the escape, Wang Tianhua?" The glasses asked. Wang Tianhua shook his head, "Yes, my lord, really, I really don't know about escaping."

"Christians can't lie!" The glasses smiled slightly.

"I said I didn't know, and I didn't lie," Wang Tianhua replied.

The head of the glasses shifted slightly and changed the topic, "Wang Tianhua, I read your file. You have been talking nonsense to people for three months. It's only been three months, and then you folded in. How long have you been here? What Bible do you preach to a group of people? You want to turn the angels of hell into angels in heaven, don't you?

Wang Tianhua looked at the glasses indifferently.

"You are about to expire, aren't you? How can you help people escape from prison at this time? Don't you ruin your own business? I really don't understand. Would you like to do me a favor?"

Wang Tianhua's eyes are full of prayers, "Your Excellency, really, I really don't know anything!"

"We are about to release you, and we will release you next month, as long as you are willing to cooperate," Glasses said abruptly.

There was no reaction on Wang Tianhua's face. He still looked at his glasses, squeezed his lips tightly, and then relaxed a little. "I really have nothing to tell you."

"Guard!" The hand of the glasses waved gently.

The prison guard was standing against the wall. Hearing him shouting, he stepped out and stood in front of his glasses, "Go, sir!"

"I want to ask you to take out your stick and hit Mr. Wang's nose fiercely."

Wang Tianhua took a step back. Qian Lin straightened up and was ready to see what was going to happen.

The guard's face turned pale. What?" He asked, and the voice seemed to come from the depths of his dry throat, hoarse and weak.

"I asked you to take out the stick--"

"I heard it, but sir--" The guard didn't seem to be able to find a word.

"You don't want to do it, I know," said the glasses, and the voice seemed to sympathize with the guard. I don't want to do this myself, but Mr. Wang Tianhua refused to help. To be honest, I don't believe that talking alone can convince Mr. Wang Tianhua.

"But...but, why...must I?" The guard tested carefully.

The glasses looked at the guard, as if he had suddenly turned into a child. "Didn't you let the prisoner go? It takes a lot of work to remedy it, right? You don't want to write 'incompetent dereliction of duty' or 'recommend immediate dismissal' on your file, do you? If I remember correctly, you should have a lovely wife and a more lovely child waiting for you to support, right? If it weren't for your experience in managing prisons, hehe!"

"..."

"Well, the two lovely people..." The glasses seemed to say inadvertently. He raised his hand and said, "Prison, I'm not interested in what you think. Guard, do it, you can do it.

The guard slowly pulled out his baton, as if he was about to vomit. Wang Tianhua opened his eyes wide and retreated. The guard next to him desperately wanted to hold him down. Qian Lin's eyes stared at Murphy - he looked much stronger. Although on the surface, he didn't say anything, Qian Linxin believed that this person should have participated in the action.

"What?" The glasses are impatient.

The guard held a stick in his hands, as if he were holding a softball bat.

Murphy said, "I want to report..."

"You'd better go away, guard, hurry up."

The new guard, wearing a clean shirt ironed by his wife, stood opposite Wang Tianhua. The latter tried to be brave, but still shivered slightly under his guards.

"I have nothing to tell you, because I really don't know," Wang Tianhua said. His knees were shaking and his legs were weak.

"Waste," said the glasses, waving to the guard.

The guard's hands trembled and he was ready to throw like a pitcher. He raised his arm.

"Do it!" Under the glasses, she ordered and urged fiercely, as if she were urging her naughty child to go to school quickly.

Qian Lin's hand involuntarily pressed on the pistol cover.

The guard closed his eyes and tilted his whole body back.

"No," Murphy shouted, "Sh on, he can tell you that I'm the person you're looking for. I planned the whole escape. He was just a small pawn.

Glasses walked to Murphy and stared at him, looking at his gray and angular face motionlessly. You are Murphy," said the glasses.

"Yes, I'm Murphy," the man replied in a hoarse tone of anger.

"Another person who has seen the light of the Lord, huh? I'm sure you miss the roar of the engine and the feeling of the whip. Nye Knight smiled softly.

Murphy straightened his body and raised his jaw gently. This is a very slight contempt.

"Then tell me about the situation of the escaped prisoner." The body of the glasses leaned against the table and gave the order.

"You can just order me to shoot." Murphy said, "I'm not afraid of death. I won't tell you anything."

Glasses smiled and said, "Death is the last thing you don't worry about, Mr. Murphy." He nodded to Qian Lin.

Qian Lin doesn't like to commit pain, whether it's to people or other animals, or even he doesn't like to kill insects - even called cockroaches. But it's not a matter of whether you like it or not. When he studied in the college, they had given him thorough training to learn how to get the information he needed by accurately exerting pain to the body, no matter what the case, against anyone. After the end of the world, these behaviors have even become more and more common. Don't look at the appearance of Qian Lin's plain literary youth. He cruelly dismembered countless zombies, not for survival, not because of the forced battle, but just to satisfy the sadistic desire in his heart.

Qian Lin can't care about doing cruel things. That kind of indifference even makes his classmates shudder. He can change like a switch in an instant. The previous moment was a charming and kind young man, and he turned his face and became an executioner without any emotion. Glasses called these rebels cockroaches, but for Qian Lin, they were just frogs under the knife. It's just a routine to deal with them. That's all. At least Qian Lin convinced himself by saying so again and again.

So when the glasses gave him a wink, he stood up and carefully took off his jacket, as if he was afraid of wrinklening it, and then took off the holster under the side. He said to Murphy, "I'm sorry, Mr. Murphy, this is not our personal matter. If possible, I hope you can say what we all want to hear before I do it, otherwise..."

"He is a person who was difficult for me to organize at the beginning!" The glasses took over the words coldly.

Murphy was not killed that day, but the glasses can be sure that Murphy would rather die.