Chapter 45 Fragile Friendship
Chen Qinghe and his party left the Ruyi Hotel from the back door, but the whole hotel was as silent as a cemetery, and the air full of mildew was a faint smell of blood.
The trickle of blood flowed out through the cracks in the main door. This rich and fresh blood color proves what happened in the hotel not long ago.
In the middle of the road, Wang Zhengfu turned over with a hard time.
He opened his eyes with painstakingly and looked at the more and more blood flowing from the main door with fear. Two flesh and blood were blurred not far from him, and they were bitten by the dead. The viscera-crossing body had proved that the struggle was doomed to failure.
Waiting for the end of a scum like him, only the fate of being starving to death, or being swallowed up by the dead as a meat and beast.
The heavy rain is still falling, as if the sky is crying for this desperate world.
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Half an hour later.
Chen Qinghe and his party returned to the exhibition hall in Area C. They came from afar in the rain and saw Huang Zicheng standing at the east gate. Obviously, his mood had recovered after adjustment.
Chen Qinghe took off his rain hat for Lin Shuishan. The adult raincoat was particularly wide on the girl, and the two cuffs were soft, loose and extremely unfitting.
"Is this the car my brother is talking about?"
Lin Shuishan shook his wet little hand and looked at the palace-level luxury RV parked by the door with great interest. The dark gold paint and modern body design, even those who know nothing about it can hardly ignore its existence.
"Hmm."
Chen Qinghe spoiled the girl's wet hair, rubbed it, and said warmly, "Is it cold?"
He moves lightly and carefully.
Lin Shuishan shook his head slightly. This kind of coldness is nothing for a girl who has been living in the cold and humid for nearly a week. She is very sensible and does not want to cause trouble for her brother.
This kind of gentleness and thoughtfulness, although it made her very intoxicated.
But growing up in a repair shop, she is self-reliant and sensible, and never wants to add trouble to people, especially in this hellish world.
Mu Jinlan looked at it. It was difficult for her to imagine that Shui Shan, who was afraid of strangers, was so close to the "strange brother" who had met for less than an hour. This kind of fate was difficult for others to understand.
South Koreans know this best!
It connects this young man with a gentle smile with the evil star ordered by Ruyi Hotel to get rid of "garbage".
"It's okay."
"Hinger, you take them to the car, and then put hot water and let them take a good hot shower." Chen Qinghe called the Indian, took the dry towel he handed over, and wiped his face casually.
"Yes, my lord!"
Singh raised his voice, stretched out his brown and black hand, took up his very embarrassed water-friendly hand, and walked quickly to the RV.
Hot bath!
In this wet and cold weather, especially when you are wet with rain, this is definitely a rare luxury. It can promote blood circulation and help people recover their energy as soon as possible.
"Thank you, Qinghe."
Mujinlan stopped beside Chen Qinghe, picked up her drooping hair and the gauze on her forehead, which made her look very delicate and pitiful. She looked at the back of Shuishan boarding the RV and thanked, "I haven't seen it for a long time. Shuishan is so happy."
Since the girl's father died, a smile has rarely appeared on her face.
"This is what it should be."
Chen Qinghe smiled, and his afterglow was slanted.
The South Koreans on the side have left knowingly and walked to the Bluebird school bus to find something to do.
"Hmm."
Mujinlan finally looked at him gratefully. Although she was wearing a raincoat, the rain was still partially soaked with a V-neck sweater, which highlighted her proud breasts.
The buttocks-meat trembles slightly with the pace, which shows its elasticity.
Such a charming woman has a pure and touching face. No wonder Wang Zhengfu tried his best to take her into his hands at all costs.
Looking at this enchanting back, Chen Qinghe's eyes were clear.
His attention at this moment is not on this woman, but on the bluebird school bus not far away, sitting neatly in a row, more than a dozen strangers who cast their eyes at him.
Backpack,
flashlight, miner's lamp, sneakers-
At first glance, this kind of dress is the ant worker of the Narcissus Tower. When these people saw him, they looked nervous one by one. The leading middle-aged man silently signaled everyone to calm down with his eyes.
"Is this?"
Chen Qinghe saw Huang Zicheng coming and asked with his eyes.
"I caught it soon after you left."
Huang Zicheng replied indifferently.
After the blood blade enemy, he is more cold, especially after killing for the first time, there is a smell of blood on his body that is different from the past, like an iron sword out of its sheath in the cold winter.
Heavy, sharp, cold!
"Oh?"
Chen Qinghe muttered softly and walked slowly towards these ant workers.
There is no need to waste brain cells to think. He can roughly guess that these ant workers are nothing more than the pawns sent by Narcissus Tower to explore the situation. After all, the big Jinhua Gang has collapsed like this.
Huang Zicheng followed closely and followed Chen Qinghe to the ant worker.
"Who is the head?"
Chen Qinghe glanced over. They were all dirty and black, and their hair was puffy. They hadn't taken a bath for a long time, and they were full of stinky sweat and sour ant workers.
"It's me--"
The middle-aged man came out and bowed his head and said respectfully, "You just call me Ah Hua."
"Well, I won't embarrass you."
"As long as you help me bring a sentence back."
Chen Qinghe nodded slightly and looked at the rough and tired face in front of him. He was not ready to embarrass them.
"Please say it."
Hearing this, Ah Hua became more and more respectful.
A group of ant workers behind them showed the expression of the rest of their lives after the disaster. When they came to the exhibition hall to explore the situation, they saw the bloody scene in the exhibition hall in Area C.
Flesh and blood fly across, and the limbs are broken.
This shocking sadistic killing scene makes them mistakenly think that Huang Zicheng, who captured them, is a perverted super murderer, and killing is the greatest pleasure.
And it can make the "killer" as obedient as a servant, this young man is even more frightening!
"Tay to your building director--"
"Even if all kinds of unpleasant things have happened, I still cherish the friendship with Narcissus Tower... Although this friendship is very fragile."
After saying that, Chen Qinghe suddenly frowned and his eyes fell on the dirt-filled sports shoes on Ah Hua's left foot.
Not only him, but also Huang Zicheng.
They looked at each other and nodded silently, as if they had found something, but there was no special move.
"Yes."
The two of them looked at each other. Although there were doubts in the bottom of Ah Hua's heart, he did not dare to show it.
"You can go."
Chen Qinghe sneered and seemed to be mocking something. He turned around and walked towards the RV with Huang Zicheng.
"This man is so scared."
It was not until Chen Qinghe and the two went far away that Ah Hua breathed a sigh of relief. Just now, his whole body seemed to be completely seen through. Unlike Huang Zicheng's indifference, Chen Qinghe's eyes were very sharp and penetrating.
The ant workers around him quickly packed their bags and wanted to leave the place as soon as possible. More than a hundred corpses behind them were reminding them of the danger here all the time.
They didn't find it at all...
Ahua's heel, who was lifting the backpack on the ground, actually climbed out two six-legged cicada wings. The shell was a dark monster, and the high raised brown tentacles moved slightly, as if to convey some message.
......
At the same time, there is an unknown basement in the Narcissus Building.
In the dim room transformed from the storage room, the light of several computer monitors is flashing, which reflects the various tools piled up around.
This is the real high-rise building of Narcissus Building!
Dang,
Dal, Dal, Dal, Dal, Dal-
In the rapid tapping of the keyboard, there are five figures sitting around a round dining table, with thick printing paper on the table, various drawing tools and other things.
"I reminded you that this person is not simple!"
Lang Zhengchun picked up a photo and gently turned it at his fingertips.
The person in the photo is Chen Qinghe, who left the Narcissus Tower, but from the shooting angle and pixels, this is obviously a photo secretly taken by a monitor.
Poof - The photo of Chen Qinghe, carrying a mountaineering bag and standing in front of the stall with the Indian, was thrown in front of the expressionless He Yun.
"There are only two of them."
Even if he knew that he despised the other party and brought trouble to the Narcissus Building, He Yun was unwilling to admit his mistake and still stubbornly prejudiced against Chen Qinghe.
She is such a paranoid woman!
"Well, there are only five people in the Jinhua Gang."
Lang Zhengchun sneered.
He fell beside him, a middle-aged man in a decent suit, gel in his hair, a financial magazine, and a cup of coffee from time to time.
"We are not those arrogant people!"
He Yun took a deep breath and suppressed the restlessness in her chest.
Comparing their five evolutions with the Jinhua Gang, which was abused and killed by Chen Qinghe, this statement is difficult for her to accept. Since Chen Qinghe destroyed the rules set by Narcissus Building in full view of the public, she has a great prejudice against such people.
"Do you think they are doing their best?"
Lang Zhengchun has always been unable to see He Yun, a woman with a rigid style and rigid thinking.
"..."
He Yun was silent, and Lang Zhengchun said the truth.
Besides, the explosive worm far away at the International Convention and Exhibition Center has sent back the message, and she also realizes that the other party has found himself. This keen perception makes it impossible for her to refute.
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Da Damn it, it's Cavin again!
And today, I'm busy with something, which makes the update slow, and the number of words is 500 less. I'm very sorry!
I will make up for what I owe tomorrow. Now I need to think about the next plot.