Chapter 4 Dirty
"It's impossible!"
"You... should be dead!"
Kui Ying looked terrified, as if he saw an undead that did not exist in the world.
Forget to pull the trigger again!
Forget to control your emotions!
Forget the black fire like a superpower in front of you!
Because-
Standing in front of them are the "undead" who had been bitten by mutant skeletons and should have died from the skeleton virus.
Chen Qinghe's face is pale, and he is as thin as a long-term nutritious anorexia patient. The collar of his business white shirt is slightly open, revealing a flat and white chest. The khaki suit trousers rolled up half of his trouser legs and stepped on a pair of Nike sneakers under his feet.
"It's you, Vietnamese friend."
Chen Qinghe stretched out his right palm and said indifferently.
Suddenly, the black fire burning on all sides rolled upside down like a flowing wave, like a fluttering flower flame turned into a thick flame gathered in the palm of the hand.
Evolutionary!
Evolutionary of Awakening Flame!
"Is this man the legendary - "that man"?"
Singh was secretly shocked. Even in the face of the monsters outside, he had never seen the Vietnamese lose his temper like this. He suddenly realized a recent legend circulating in the hotel.
A famous Chinese student killed the mutant dead body on his own!
However, because there is no reliable evidence, he did not believe that such monsters would exist in human beings, but now the appearance of the Vietnamese indirectly shows that the legend may not be simple.
Bang, bang, bang!
Suddenly, three shots were fired.
In an instant, Kui Ying rushed out of the suite like a wild African leopard and moved towards the safe exit.
But I just rushed out of the suite less than one meter away!
The black fire in front of Chen Qinghe ignited into a wall of fire. As soon as the warhead touched the black flame, it turned into molten iron. His voice sounded slowly.
"Vietnamese friend, why are you running in such a hurry?"
"We Chinese people have a saying that we don't do bad things, and we are not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door in the middle of the night--"
Kui Ying was stiff in place and dared not move.
Because...
He was pressed on his left shoulder from behind with one hand, and he saw Chen Qinghe walking silently in front of him. His eyes squinted and flicked coldly. He said, "You should have anything to tell me."
"I--"
Kui Ying's back was drenched with cold sweat.
He knew that if he was doing a bad move, or telling a lie, waiting for him, it would be the fate of being burned. The evolutionist's superpowers were terrible, and he experienced it himself.
"Hmm?"
Chen Qinghe raised his chin slightly. Judging from the reaction of the Vietnamese, his evolution took more time than expected, and it seemed that the existence of the evolutionist had been known to the survivors during this period.
What's wrong with Huang Zicheng?
Did Wang Zhou's gang happen again?
......
Kui Ying was silent and stopped talking.
"Don't think silence can bother me--"
Chen Qinghe raised the corners of his mouth, and his eyes flashed with coldness. He said cruelly, "Please believe me, if you try to test my bottom line of patience, I will torture you by a hundred means!"
If people don't offend me, I won't offend me!
If someone offends me, I will offend him!
This is his principle of living in the cruel end of the world, and it is also the bottom line of dealing with people.
And at this time.
"Into...inhua...adult..."
"As long as it is a hotel...thing... you can ask anything, I will say frankly... to provide you with the best service!"
Singh rubbed his fingers, twisted his buttocks, and came over obscenely.
He staggered and emphasized the strange Chinese, but his expression seemed to be dyed chocolate color. In ancient times, he was green. The greedy turtle of the building. It's so ordinary that people can't help laughing.
Huh?
Chen Qinghe looked sideways and noticed the Indians for the first time.
××××××
At the same time, there are 721 sets on the seventh floor near the safety exit.
In the corner of the floor-to-ceiling window facing the porch, a skinny figure was wrapped in thin sheets, and his back curled up like a prawn on the ground. His hair is yellow and split, and his head is covered with oil and sweat and blood. His eyes are out of focus. If it hadn't been for weak breathing, people would have mistakenly think of him as a stinky corpse that has been abandoned for a long time.
Next to him, there was a woman in a wide loose bathrobe, holding a fruit knife and cutting off the peel, regardless of the exposed neckline, revealing a snow-white skin and slightly bulging meat. Tuan.
Word, strange--
The room was very quiet. The rotten apple was carefully peeled off by the woman. Her movements were very strange. She tried to dig out the rotten side of the pulp with the tip of the knife, but did not discard it but put it in a goblet.
"..."
Huang Zicheng looked numbly, and the skin of the apple was peeled off little by little.
The woman cut the apple, picked up a piece of pulp with the tip of the knife, handed it to Huang Zicheng's dry lips, and persuaded, "Eat it. You can continue to support it with heat."
Huang Zicheng shook his head slightly.
There was a completely festering wound near his neck near his throat. The bandaged gauze has rotted into rotten black, and the outer sheet cloth has also been dyed deep dark red.
Three days ago, I explored the bottom area!
He was bitten by the corpse. When he escaped from death and returned to the seventh floor, he was already weak. He thought that he would become a monster like the corpse. He was so desperate that he wanted to give up, but when he was about to make his own decision, he recalled a paragraph on Chen Qinghe's school bus.
50% may be infected into a dead body!
40% may die with the virus!
5% may be immune to the virus in the body!
- And this 5% possibility is his hope to live.
"I know what you want to say."
"Xia Yuqiao died the day before yesterday, and I can't continue to take care of you. You don't understand why I, who looked down on you before, came to take care of you, right?" Yan Xinting took back the apple pieces and divided them into three small pieces in her hand.
She clamped the pulp with her fingers and stuffed it into Huang Zicheng's mouth.
The back teeth struggled to grind the pulp, and the long-lost sweet feeling from his mouth suddenly made Huang Zicheng feel better. He has not eaten for two days.
Yan Xinting silently stuffed another small piece.
"..."
Huang Zicheng chewed hard, but his eyes did not leave Yan Xinting for a moment.
If he remembers correctly...
After meeting the survivors of the Chinese side of the hotel, Yan Xinting unexpectedly met her in the local army. District Wu. The loading department. Ren Zheng. The committee's uncle, Xi Kezhi, was looking forward to declaring to all of them that it would not be long before he could save money. The troops of the military region may counterattack and even send rescue teams to enter in advance.
But in fact, don't talk about the rescue team!
Even the shadow of the army's armed forces did not appear. Everything was just a "good lie" spread by Yan Xinting's uncle Xi Kezhi to calm everyone's mood and stabilize the situation.
"Huang Zicheng, do you think it's pathetic?"
"The next day I came in, I was "sold" by my uncle, just for a Hennessy, in order to have a close relationship with those perverted Vietnamese and Zhao Tang's useless bastards." Yan Xinting suddenly showed a sad smile and thought of the nightmares of the past few days.
She used to be conceited!
Because of her academic performance, because of her appearance, because of her family - and all these things she is so ridiculous and funny in today's hellish world.
Social background, is it useful?
The answer is - useless!
Whether you are a star, a rich businessman, an official, or even a leader, such a once prominent identity is not as good as a rotten apple, not as strong strength.
If you don't have the strength and want not to endure hunger!
Then learn to adapt, use all your abilities, what you have, exchange with the strong, please the strong, and then meet their requirements.
The cruel reality is the best teacher!
Her diamond horn has been flattened, her self-esteem has been trampled, and her pride is like a bubble disillusionment.
Now she is no longer the carefree school period when she only needs to worry about studying every day. In order to eat a mouthful of hot food, she not only has to compromise, but also humbly satisfy others.
"..."
Huang Zicheng looked at this tearful face. He wanted to say something comforting, but found that he couldn't say it.
She is not the only one who is depraved!
Instead, the female survivors who choose to stay in the hotel to satisfy the men who can bring food for their food, which is their mission and the only meaning of existence.
In this...
There are not only girls from the seventh high school, beautiful white-collar workers from tour groups, and women of various identities--
Fate, that's the drama!
How ironic is it that his classmates used to look down on him, but now they don't even have someone to talk to, and the only relatives in the hotel are only ** naked interests?
"No need to say."
"I know, I'm dirty--"
Yan Xinting saw Huang Zicheng's muttering lips and guessed what he wanted to say from her eyes.
With that, she put a small piece of pulp into Huang Zicheng's mouth.Suddenly, this is the time.
Peng!
The door was rudely kicked open, and a woman in a black tulle skirt twisted two pieces of fat. The buttocks came in.
"Xiao Tingting, my sister came to see you."