Chapter 42 Grass Paste, Little Grasshopper

Chen Qinghe looked deeply at Lin Leshan (executive officer).

He could feel that he was being checked by some kind of force. Obviously, Lin Leshan (executive officer) was using that force to explore his physical information.

"I won't explore your secret."

Lin Leshan (executive officer) said softly.

The elemental fog knife in his hand was re-conduced into metal and was casually placed on the edge of his thigh.

"You drive on the road in the direction of Meicheng."

"Drive at this speed for another two hours, you can reach the exit of the national highway, and then turn into Jinhe Town. You can find a small commodity wholesale market at the entrance of the town."

Lin Leshan (executive officer) stared at the back of the school bus driver and said.

The car was silent.

Huang Zicheng looked up at the rearview mirror and stared at Chen Qinghe's back, waiting for his decision.

The leader of this team is him!

Chen Qinghe's decision is an order. No matter what the unknown executor said, it doesn't count at all for them, and the decision is still in the hands of the leader.

Chen Qinghe's eyes flashed and he did not agree immediately.

Although he does not know what the purpose of the small commodity wholesale market in Jinhe Town is, the only way to obtain an alien weapon such as the elemental fog knife is the executive.

However, according to his understanding in his previous life, the functions played by executives on the earth are different. Some enter human gathering places, disguised as survivors to secretly observe and study human beings, and some lurk into the senior level of human beings to perform some unknown tasks.

However, he felt that the executive officer in front of him, who was attached to Lin Leshan's body for no reason, was by no means as simple as distributing alien weapons and equipment.

"Zi Cheng, do as he says."

Chen Qinghe balanced all kinds of gains and losses in his heart, and finally decided to agree to the executive.

No matter what his purpose is.

This definitely has nothing to do with him personally, and most of the so-called benefits are not groundless. After all, as an alien executive, there seems to be no reason to deceive him.

The two have no conflict of interest at all, let alone have a holiday.

Lin Leshan (executive officer) nodded slightly.

"Leshan--"

Seeing Chen Qinghe agree, Kang Zhiqiao and others also completely understood that Lin Leshan in front of them was no longer the person they were familiar with, but the alien occupying his body.

The former Lin Leshan is dead.

Now Lin Leshan is just a strange executive!

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An hour and a half later.

At the exit of National Highway 261, there is a broken school bus parked along a 20-kilometer section of the highway.

pedal, pedal pedal.

A middle-aged man with white temples and thin beards looked down at the mobile phone with no signal. He walked down from the car dejectedly and looked up at an orchard not far away.

Although the environment is dark, he can't see anything.

But in the ruined orchard, there is a group of children in tattered cotton-padded jackets and down jackets. They are surrounded by a temporary stove made of masonry, holding small plastic bowls in their hands, and staring at the food being cooked in the pot.

This is a hot meal that children have been looking forward to for several days.

Alas.

The middle-aged man sighed, and he half squatted on the left front wheel of the bus.

His name is Kong Danhua. Before the end of the world, he was a teacher at a Songbai Primary School in Baihai City. On the day of the disaster, I was going to take my students to an extracurricular practice class in the off-island industrial park, but I never thought that the end of the world would come so suddenly. I experienced a lot of hardships to escape to a nearby village and spent the most difficult first week.

It's been more than a month now.

At the beginning, there were 120 students in five cars, but now there are only 15 students left. In addition, there are only 21 students, teachers and bus drivers.

Kong Danhua narrowed his eyes tiredly.

He is very tired, which is not only physical fatigue, but also inner fatigue.

In order to survive in the end of the world, especially with so many underage children, this pressure can be imagined. In January, he has really experienced many joys and sorrows, and human nature is ugly.

He looked up at the gray sky above his head. It was almost early morning. In addition to the faint sound of cooking food, there were only the sound of insects around him.

The other end of the orchard is very quiet.

Fifteen surviving children have no noise from children of the same age at all. They are only 11 years old. They have experienced the end of life in the past month and have developed the habit of quietness early.

Kong Danhua closed his eyes and pressed the shutdown button on his mobile phone.

It has been three days since the bus broke down. During this period, many convoys have passed by, but most of them have sped through. Even if they stop, most of them have bad intentions to find the necessities from the car.

For good, there is a fruit forest on the side of the road. They usually hide in the depths there to rest. They have finally spent a few days without danger and have not been attacked by survivors.

"Teacher..."

"This is what Mr. Ding asked me to bring it to you."

When Kong Danhua lost his mind, a soft and glutinous childish voice came from his side.

"Xiaoye."

Kong Danhua opened his eyes, and he saw a girl coming.

This is a single ponytail tied, wearing a water-purple down jacket, a pair of small hands wearing relaxed bear gloves, holding a bowl of green thick mud, and walking carefully every step.

He quickly stood up and quickly came to the girl.

Kong Danhua knew that the student was worried about him, so he specially sent it for him.

"Come on, give it to me."

Kong Danhua reached out and took over the paste.

Most of the materials used in this bowl of paste are all kinds of weeds or wild fruits picked along the way.

He took a gentle breath.

The nose smells like earthy smell.

"Xiaoye, are you full?"

Kong Danhua reached out and touched the student in front of him, and his little face was red by the cold wind.

A rough feeling comes from your fingers.

With the arrival of autumn and winter, without the protection of pre-end skin care products, most students have lost their children's unique tenderness.

"Well, I'm full."

Xia Xiaoye nodded slightly, and her eyes were particularly bright.

"Well, don't stand there."

"You don't have to wait for the teacher to finish drinking. It's dangerous outside and go back to the camp."

Kong Danhua poured a mouthful of grass, and a slightly bitter taste came from the tip of his tongue, but there was no change in his expression. When the end of the world came, everyone lived a life of eating and sleeping, especially his taste buds' ability to distinguish food, which had already had problems.

However, he once remembered a food shortage.

Nearly ten students who are hungry have experienced the sense of despair of waiting for death in hunger. Even the coquettish students who were spoiled by their parents before the end of the world forced themselves to be strong and no longer have resistance to all kinds of food.

Maybe the grass is bad and disgusting.

However, these weeds and wild fruits that have been simply treated such as dehydration and drying can maintain the basic heat of the human body, which is why they can survive tenaciously until now.

Kong Danhua poured a few mouthfuls of paste.

His mouth was full of earthy smell. When he saw that the student was still, he wanted to wait for him to send the bowl back after drinking the paste, so he pushed it down and urged her to go back quickly. Another voice came to his ear.

"Uncle Hua."

A small figure touched the dark and came carefully in the night.

"Teacher, it's Xiaoduo."

Xia Xiaoye recognized the identity of the owner of the voice.

She pulled Kong Danhua's sleeve and faintly saw a figure with a horn braid in the night, slowly approaching.

"Hmm."

Kong Danhua hurriedly poured a few mouthfuls of grass paste.

He looked for the voice and held the bowl in one hand.

Turn on the power of the mobile phone with your left hand and use the lighted screen to look in the direction of eight o'clock. This is a girl with a runny nose and a fleshy face in a small red cotton jacket.

The girl smiled sweetly from afar and waved to him.

Kong Danhua, a child, was found in a messy corner of a security room when he went to a suburban warehouse to look for supplies. Now he still clearly remembers the situation at that time.

In the corner of the security room, there were two bodies that committed suicide by holding a dagger in their hands. There were some necessities piled up not far from them. At that time, Xiaoduo curled up and wrapped the quilt and slept beside her parents.

In particular, he saw the suicide note left by Xiaoduo's parents, which told that they were bitten by the dead, and then became monsters in order to die, which involved his daughter's suicide. So he left a book and prayed to find his daughter's stranger and accept the necessities to take care of the children for them.

At that time, his heart was touched by his aunt, so he saved the child.

Girl, her nickname is Xiaoduo.

It's just after my sixth birthday this year, and I'm just going to go to the kindergarten class before the end of the world.

"Uncle Hua."

"Today's paste is really delicious. Mr. Ding said he put strawberries."

"Did you eat it?"

Xiaoduo approached and hugged Kong Danhua's thigh, blinking her big round eyes, and her voice was very sweet.

Strawberries?

Kong Danhua squatted down and stroked the child's little head in front of him.

In order to comfort the children who have not eaten for more than ten hours, today this pot specially put a strawberry-flavored fruit candy, but compared with a pot, a candy is almost useless.

"Xiaoduo, have you eaten it?"

Kong Danhua asked softly

"A little bit."

"It's just as small as the little finger--"

Xiaoduo frowned, and her expression seemed to be trying to remember something. She stretched out her little finger and said softly.

"Hmm."

Kong Danhua took out a grasshopper made of hay from his right pocket.

He put the grasshopper in Xiaoduo's little meat hand, touched her head again, and said softly, "Now go back with Sister Xiaoye. Don't come out alone in the future, okay?"

"Is this a little grasshopper?"

The small big eyes are shining brightly.

Every child in the end of the world has got such a toy. Although it is rough and not as exquisite and interesting as the previous toy, no child will dislike it.

Under the light of the mobile phone, Xiao Duobi made a few grasshoppers and said sweetly, "Thank you, Uncle Hua."

After saying that, she pulled up Xia Xiaoye's right hand, which had come to her.

- buzz.

At this time, there was a roar of engines on the highway behind them, and now a car was driving fast towards here.

Kong Danhua's face changed.

Judging from the sound, these are two heavy cars.