Chapter 48 Diary, Home

Chen Qinghe looked at A Tang calmly.

He wanted to know all the details of Yan Xinting's killing, whether it was to give Huang Zicheng an explanation or any other reason, he must know.

"We don't know why she did that at that time..."

"At that time, Zhao Tang's group of people had already escaped downstairs. At that time, three people died on our side, and no one was willing to chase them anymore. Only she ignored our advice and chased them alone... Then, probably really let her catch up later. When we arrived, we saw that she and Xi Kezhi were dead."

A Tang observed Chen Qinghe's expression and said with a little trembling.

At that time, he did not chase him immediately, so many of them only guessed based on subjective judgment, but he knew that the girl was Huang Zicheng and Chen Qinghe's classmate.

But the relationship between them seems to be more complicated and hostile than expected? en ren? Or a friend?

"Hmm--"

Chen Qinghe narrowed his eyes and squinted at A Tang.

It's not that he didn't think that this kind of situation would happen before he left. He just miscalculated the madness of Zhao Tang's gang, and the incompetence of Atang's people. Unexpectedly, three people died when they had an advantage!

It turned out that the reason why he did not kill Zhao Tang's original henchmen was that before leaving Baihai City, there was time to slowly torture them mentally, so that their hearts could not stand the pressure and finally collapsed, instead of being shot without pain.

This dog-shit world, it's already a happy thing to die happily!

"I..."

Atang wanted to explain, but he was interrupted before he could speak.

"No need to say."

"There's nothing we can do about it. Three people have died... That's enough."

Chen Qinghe stood up expressionlessly, and then strode away from the suite. He had no time to stay here and listen to A Tang's meaningless nonsense.

Before he left, these people trained how to use guns for five days!

What else can this say except for incompetent waste?

- He is not a philanthropist!

It is far from rich enough to raise a large group of useless waste, such as food, medicine, clothes, water, batteries, seasonings, etc. These are all precious materials that can be exchanged for how to survive better.

A sausage, a bottle of soda, a pack of cigarettes...

Such casual things that can be seen everywhere before the end of the world can now make countless survivors crazy. Is such precious materials Atang worth wasting by Chen Qinghe?

"Qinghe..."

A Tang looked at the empty hallway and wanted to call him, but it was too late.

Suddenly, I felt that I had been given up, and an opportunity slipped away from him.

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Half an hour later.

Chen Qinghe told Huang Zicheng about Yan Xinting's death. He listened to it calmly, and then seemed to accept it very calmly. He just proposed to go to her room before her death. Maybe he could find some relics worth preserving.

At this moment, Yan Xinting's suite on the seventh floor--

Compared with other survivors, her room is cleaner. The decorative oil paintings are neatly placed in the original hotel design position, and the clothes she replaced are neatly classified and hung in the log wardrobe.

There is a faint smell of smoked grass in the air.

Chen Qinghe and Huang Zicheng sat cross-legged on the stall. They searched for Yan Xinting's suite and found nothing except an LV bag hidden under the mattress.

There is no girl's favorite cosmetics in it, only a notebook with a black cover.

The date is written from the first day of the end of the world.

Yan Xinting's font is beautiful, from a few words at the beginning to a large and long chapter of pages later, describing her deepest inner world since the end of the world.

Chen Qinghe,

Huang Zicheng, uncle,

Zhao Tang, Wang Zhou, Li Xiyu——

A familiar name is the content of her diary, but the names of two people appear countless times in the diary!

Xi Kezhi, Zhao Tang!

These two names are especially written upside down from the last page of the notebook, with dozens of pages, accounting for nearly half of the page of the notepad, and the strokes of the names are very hard, as if they are venting their inner pain.

"I will do my best to help you with whatever you want."

Chen Qinghe looked at Huang Zicheng, who was silently turning over his diary, and said.

He himself has no special opinion about Yan Xinting. After all, she has been unhappy. More importantly, she is Huang Zicheng's benefactor, not his benefactor.

For her death!

The only responsibility is to pull out Zhao Tang and kill him.

"Find it out and kill it."

Huang Zicheng paused with his right hand and lowered his bangs to cover his expression, covering his mood at this moment.

"Good."

Chen Qinghe only said one word.

"Thank you--"

Huang Zicheng's paused right hand moved again.

Poof, he stopped half of the paper and turned over, but he didn't know how Chen Qinghe was going to find Zhao Tang. After all, Baihai City has more than 1,000 square kilometers. How difficult it is to find a person in the end of the world!

He doesn't know...

Chen Qinghe has made a plan for a long time, preparing to launch a reward mission in the Narcissus Tower to lure survivors to find him with high rewards. He himself does not believe that Zhao Tang, a group of ordinary people, still has the ability to be alone in the end of the world and survive for a long time.

Even if you can't find him!

Chen Qing also wants to make this bastard worry and afraid all the time. He is afraid of being suddenly found in his dreams, and he is even more afraid that his companions around him will betray him at any time.

Dong, Dong Dong, Dong.

The quartz clock points to four o'clock in the afternoon, and the bell rings softly.

"Zi Cheng, I want to go home and have a look"

Chen Qinghe looked up at the shaking pendulum, and his eyes became out of focus. Yan Xinting's death evoked more memories of the past. He suddenly sighed.

Home!

How long has it been since he went back...

Two years, three years, or four years?

He really doesn't remember the specific time, but the only thing he clearly remembers that he didn't even have the ability to go home in the first year of his previous life, and later, when he had the ability, he didn't want to go home to see that family.

"..."

Huang Zicheng raised his head, and the word 'home' also touched the softness in his heart.

The crutches my father put in the bedroom, the home where Yu Qiao lived, her room, the room that left his childhood memories, and the kitchen with too many traces of his father.

Are these things still there?

He doesn't know, just like Chen Qinghe-

"Tomorrow, let's go back and have a look."

Chen Qinghe's heart is heavy. Maybe others can't believe that he has even forgotten the way home.

Hell-like experience in the previous life!

It really wears out too many things from him...

"Hmm."

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