Walking Dead: Fight Till Dawn

Zijun didn't answer my words, he looked at me a little impatiently and said, "Did you remember what I said, don't be nosy."

I wanted Zijun to know that I didn't plan to be nosy, after all, I already knew how heavy I was.

But I still couldn't help but looked at the man a few more times at the end. He was probably too tired and completely collapsed. The whole person's legs were loosened and softened immediately, and he didn't enter the dark green in an instant. Inside the water.

I quickly retracted my gaze, I did not dare to continue watching,

Even if I look at me, I can't save him. I know he will definitely die if he goes on like this. It's not difficult to tell from the numb look of the person next to him when facing him. I don't know how many times this method of killing people has been carried out.

Although there are people coming and going in the hall, everyone is in a state of numb work. There is little communication with each other. They are all sitting on their own affairs. Even the occasional communication is a rigid communication.

The appearance of Zijun and I didn't seem to attract anyone's attention. Everyone didn't care who appeared around them and what they were doing.

At first, I was a little nervous, but after a long time, the nervousness of the numb faces became pure depression.

Zijun and I quickly passed through the hall. At the corner of the hall, a small iron door appeared. It was very different from the bright hall. This door was dilapidated. Although it was obviously very strong, it was above it. It's full of rust.

Behind the iron gate is a deep and narrow passage, and it is impossible to see what is inside.

He signaled me to wait for a while, and Zijun walked to the iron gate and looked at it for a while, then turned around and walked towards me, without saying anything, he led me to the outside of the hall.

As he walked, he whispered; "The door there has not been opened today. Chen Ming should not be here. Let's go out first."

Without speaking, I followed Zijun closely, the feeling here was very uncomfortable.

Before leaving the hall, I glanced at the person in the appliance one last time.

Probably he was unwilling before he died. I saw him clenching his teeth and standing on tiptoe again, his face up in pain, trying to keep his nose as far away as possible from the green water.

Strength and perseverance will not get equal rewards from the God of Destiny in everyone.

For example, this person, no matter how persistent he persists, and his fate, it's just a matter of dying one minute early or two minutes late.

………………

This time Zijun didn't discuss with me anymore, but directly led me to the conference room connected to Shandong.

She pointed to the cave and said to me; "Since Chen Ming is not here, I will send you out of here, out of the woods and think about going back to where you should go, where you can live."

I sat on the chair with my head down, looked up at Zijun when I heard the words, twitched the corner of my mouth and said, "What? What are you guarding against?

Zi Jundao: "What is meant by defense?"

I cleared my throat again; "Send me away so anxiously. From the beginning, you have been so anxious to send me out of here. What are you worried about? Worrying about me, a big belly like a trash, me. What earth-shattering action will a big belly woman who has had cancer make to ruin your backstage nest??"

Zijun didn't seem to expect me to say such things, and stared at me for a long time: "He Mo... Is your brain damaged by the cave agent? Do you know that you are? Say something??"

"I know it very well!" I stood up and continued: "You go, I don't need you to send it, I can go by myself."

"I'll give you..." Zijun was a little worried.

"No need!!" I opened Zijun's hand that wanted to support me: "Don't tell me these false things, if you really don't want to worry about watching me leave, just don't talk like that. Nice, why worry about me, care about me... disgusting or not?"

Zijun's hand stiffened into the air, and his eyes flashed at me for a long time before he retracted his arm, slowly turned around and entered the stone gate, and finally left a sentence to me:'Be careful with yourself, He Mo ……. Take care. "

I stood still on the spot and didn't answer Zijun's words. I pressed my lips and quickly scanned the dagger that I had deliberately stuck in the seam of the stone gate when I came out.

After Zijun entered the stone gate, the stone gate slowly closed, and the dagger I put there before was very useful this time, and it happened to be stuck on the point, leaving a gap in the door.

I waited for a while, and found that Zijun hadn't turned around... This proved that she hadn't noticed that Shimen was not closed tightly.

But also, this meeting room is as dark as that alleyway, and it is difficult to find a little gap in this kind of door.

After calculating that Zijun had almost gone far, I quickly stepped forward and followed the gap to open the Shimen to Bara.

There are pulleys under this stone gate, but it's actually not difficult to open it. The gap is deadlocked. If you don't know it on weekdays, if there is no specific technique, you will never open or find the folding door.

I have to say that the people who built these stone gates are very thoughtful, very concealed,

After I walked into the stone gate, I put the dagger back in its original position to prevent the door from being opened when I came out for a while.

I don't know why, I always have a strong intuition, Chen Ming and the three of them must still be there.

That Zijun... For the time being, even if she is Zijun.

Even if the feelings for the past are true, my distrust of her now is also true.

From beginning to end, I tried my best to pretend to her the same face in front of her, so that she felt that I was still the me, and I was the same He Mo.

First, it was a temptation to her. After all, from the bottom of my heart, I still can’t accept the fact that Zijun is still alive in the world. She died in front of me and was buried by my own hands... How could it be possible? Resurrected again.

I also don't believe in the ghost talk of dying in the movie that substitutes for disguise.

Unless someone can perform a real face change in front of me, I would never believe it.

Although Zijun did not show a trace of error in front of me just now, almost exactly the same as Zijun before, but it is precisely because of this that I have become more alert to her.

It is absolutely impossible for a person to live in this world forever. Even if two people haven't seen each other for a month, when they meet again, they will find that each other has changed a lot.

But apart from the strangeness when Zijun first saw her, the rest of the time was even naturally deliberate.

I shouldn't doubt my friends in this way, but I can't help it. In this place, I don't believe anyone except Chen Ming.

He pulled out the short dagger from his boots and hid it in his pocket.

I strode to the front of the three-way road.

After staring at the road that was facing me from the beginning to the end, Zijun didn't intend to take me in for a while, I walked in slowly.

The road is completely dark. There is no flashlight on my body, only a lighter is left.

After taking it out and looking at it, the surrounding situation became much clearer in an instant.

This corridor is essentially no different from the two just now.

It's just that something abstract seems to be drawn on the walls on both sides. I stared at it for a while, and the more I looked at it, the more I couldn't understand it.

He simply retracted his gaze and continued to walk forward.

After turning a corner, an iron fence door similar to the shape of the corner of the hall just appeared in front of it.

There was a no-entry sign erected beside the door.

Usually in novels, this kind of forbidden place, if the pig's feet have to go in with their head dead, they will usually encounter some trouble.

Whenever I saw a similar place in the past, my heart would be twisted up, praying that the pig’s feet would never go in and die...but the results were often different from the results of my prayers.

This interlude-like thought made my nervous heart a lot easier.

After a few breaths, I walked towards the iron fence door, trying to see if it was locked.

But when I slowly walked to the doorway of that door, a strange sound suddenly came from the top of my head............

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