Walking Dead: Fight Till Dawn

It took me a while before I was relieved. Zijun patted my back while saying: "You can't run around in this forest in your situation. This is the dormitory area. Now, no one will come over. Now, you can rest here for a short time."

Hearing this, I uncomfortably clutched my chest and looked at Zi Jundao doubtfully: "Did you not bring me in to find Chen Ming?"

Zijun looked at me: "Do you really don't know what kind of place you are?"

I said: "I don't know, but what does this have to do with us going to Chen Ming?"

Seeing that I was better, Zijun led me into the hall. She opened one of the doors and led me in.

A very simple single room. The whole room has only one bed, one table and one cabinet. In the corner of the room is a bathroom and toilet separated by glass.

It was clean and tidy. When I entered the house, I noticed a pot of rotten cactus and a selfie of Zijun placed on the table.

After I got closer, I saw that a small half of another person's face was taken in the corner of the photo.

Before I could see it clearly, Zijun stepped forward and covered the photo.

Zijun made himself a cup of tea, poured me a cup of boiled water, and the two of them sat on the carpet next to the bed.

Zijun silently sipped the tea for a half cup before speaking, "He Mo, did Chen Ming never tell you his origin and identity?"

I was in a trance holding the boiling water. I was shocked when she suddenly opened her mouth. After returning to my senses, I asked, "What?"

Some helplessly shook his head, Zijun could only ask again.

I want to know that the identity that Zijun refers to will definitely not be Chen Ming's illusory title in the shelter.

I shook my head and said, "He never said it."

"Then have you asked?"

He shook his head again: "I haven't asked either."

Zijun sighed: "You really are the same as before."

After saying this, she seemed to realize something herself, and cleared her throat and said, "Then you want to know?"

"Yes." I paused for a while: "Of course I do, but if Chen Ming doesn't say it, there must be something he doesn't want to say, I won't ask, when he wants to tell me he will naturally tell me. "

Zijun licked his lips: "If you want to know, I can tell you."

With a move in my heart, I looked at Zijun in surprise: "You know?"

"En." Zijun nodded.

Tell me that sentence, I have already reached the corner of my mouth and was suffocated by me. I said for a long time: "Don't tell me anymore."

"Why?" Zijun looked at me suspiciously.

I shook my head and said, "There is no why, I just don't want to know."

"What are you afraid of?"

"I'm not afraid of anything, I just don't want to listen."

"Are you afraid that you won't be able to accept it when you know it, or are you worried that you will change your life like a tortoise that will never change forever?" Zijun said this in a hurry, and finally even grabbed my arm: " He Mo, you are so timid, how are you going to go in the future?"

I threw off Zijun and took my arm: "How to go is my business, and that is the future. Don't ask me now. When you died inexplicably, I was able to hold it on well, and What can't be faced?"

After saying this, Zijun paused. Her eyes flickered and looked at me for a long time. After a while, she turned her face away, poured a gulp of water and nodded: "Okay, OK, it's up to you to know or not to know , Just don’t blame me for not reminding you, Chen Ming is absolutely different from what you know, and can even be said to be two completely opposite people. Maybe he loves you, but feelings may be useful to anyone in the world. He alone...is not necessarily useful. You are mentally prepared to face him at any time and will never come back.

The last words of Zijun made me stunned, and I was a little dazed; "What is meant by the preparation that he will never come back? Why will he never come back?"

"He is different from us, He Mo, do you know? He is different from us..." After these words, Zijun himself was stunned, and suddenly smiled bitterly after thinking for a while with his eyes down. Come out: "He is not the same as you."

I was completely confused by Zijun's messy words.

I don't know if I can't understand it or her expression is chaotic. From the beginning, I felt that Zijun's logic didn't seem to be very clear when she spoke.

Sometimes you asked her this question, but she answered you with another sentence.

Even the emotions are not very stable.

We both calmed down for a while, and then I said: "Zijun, let's not discuss these issues. We need to drag the topic to the beginning. You should know that I have countless questions to ask you."

Zijun got up and filled the water glass again, then took a pillow cushion and leaned against the wall behind him and said, "You can ask."

I thought about how to speak for a while, and then said: "It may be a little strange to ask, but I am puzzled, are you dead or not?"

Hearing this, Zijun laughed and raised the cup in his hand: "Have you ever seen a dead person who can drink water?"

I sighed: "It's really strange to ask, but you were already...I buried it myself...but now you..." I pointed to her after I finished speaking.

Of course Zijun understood what I meant, and the smile on his face slowly stopped: "I'm afraid I can't answer this question, and even if I say it, you will never believe it."

"I believe, as long as you say I believe."

My words didn't change Zijun's face. She still kept the look just now and shook her head slowly: "You believe me and I don't want to say it."

"But..." I wanted to continue to ask, but was interrupted by Zijun waved her hand, she said in a low tone: "He Mo, people have things they don't want to recall and talk about. Just pity me, don't ask."

I looked at her quietly for a while, and I nodded: "Then you can tell me, did you have the skill you just had since I met you, or..."

"Always." Zijun rubbed his arms: "I'm sorry I lied to you, but if I showed up at that time, Chen Ming would find out."

I twisted my brows: "I didn't mean to blame you. After all, you must have your reasons for doing this. What was the task to accomplish at that time?"

"En." Zijun nodded, and his tone calmed down: "I don't know the specific reason for the death order from above. I just let me follow you and report your situation every day."

"Me??" I was very puzzled: "So you came for me, not Chen Ming??"

Zijun smiled: "When I met you, where Chen Ming was next to you, you still didn't like to use your brain."

Scratching my head, I was a little embarrassed: "But... why observe me?"

Zijun was also very puzzled: "This is the order given above, and the rest of the reasons are very vague. I don't know it. It seems to be related to the injury on your body at the time... By the way, did you flow through it at the time? Produce?"

I stiffened a bit when I heard the word abortion, and then reached out and touched my stomach: "Well..."

"That's right, I know so much."

"So, when you did the fake death later, it was actually the task was completed and you were ordered to leave, and you were afraid that the sudden disappearance would cause some suspicion of Chen Ming, so did you perform such a play?" I asked. .

Zijun nodded: "It's almost what it means, but the word suspended animation...is it too idol drama..."

I didn't laugh. I lowered my head to think about what Zijun had just expressed. According to her statement, it seemed that those people were very interested in the wound on my stomach for which the reason is still unknown.

In this way...do the group of people know how the injury to my stomach came from? ?

Thinking of this, I immediately asked Zijun: "Do you know how my wound came from?"

Zijun nodded: "The sharp weapon was cut, the bleeding was too much, and the body was very weak. In addition, someone fell while carrying you in the middle, which caused the tire. Do you remember that when you woke up, you had No signs of falls or bruises?"

I thought about it carefully. In an instant, those already blurred images flashed quickly and clearly in my mind. I firmly grasped a few of them and said to Zijun: "Yes! There are scratches! Almost at that time! There are injuries all over the body, bruises and all kinds of injuries."

Wen Yan Zijun nodded with such an expression: "Where were you when you woke up?"

"In a small broken house, Xu Yiwen is taking care of me."

"Xu Yiwen?" Zijun frowned, "I seem to have heard you talk about it. When you woke up, you saw Xu Yiwen by your side, didn't you?"

"En." I nodded.

Zijun was silent for a while after hearing this, then looked at me and asked, "Is Xu Yiwen still with you now?"

"Yes, being together is also very good to me." I deliberately added the last sentence, not wanting to doubt him with Zijun again.

After all, without Xu Yiwen, I would have died at that time. Where can I be with Chen Ming and my parents, let alone be so lucky to be a mother.

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