Chapter 7

Shen Shanwu lay on his side quietly on the temporary camp bed by the window, the duvet rose and fell regularly with his breathing, and there was a little baby fat on his cheeks at his age, which was pressed against the pillow, and he slept very peacefully and sweetly.

After closing his eyes, his slender eyelashes were particularly eye-catching, with distinct roots, trembling endearingly because of the slight breeze. Shen Shanwu's lips were naturally half-open because of his deep sleep, and he was quiet, his breathing was barely audible.

Even Yao Wuque had to admit that if this kid could keep this state forever, he wouldn't hate him at all.

Jiang Huan stood beside Shen Shanwu's bed and watched for a while, tucked the quilt, and then withdrew without saying a word. Before leaving, he forcibly turned off the lights, regardless of Yao Wuque's Sudoku completion.

"..." Yao Wuque was forced to close the book and pen, and drank the water at the head of the bed in the dark. He had never seen his captain be so gentle to anyone. He was lying on the bed tossing and turning thinking about what kind of ecstasy the dead kid next door gave the captain, and why he was so favored by the captain.

After thinking for a long time without success, Yao Wuque finally fell asleep restlessly amid the troubles of the young man. At the same time, the person sleeping by the window opened his eyes under the hazy moonlight. Shen Shanwu sat up slowly, his red eyes with a black background glowing like a cat in the shadows.

He waited patiently for a while, and when all the voices in the villa had calmed down, he took the bag at the end of the bed, raised his hand and pinched it lightly to break the lock hanging on the window, he opened the window with a small crack, First put the bag out, and then the person burrowed out gently, closed the window, and did not disturb Yao Wuque, who was sleeping soundly on the other bed after taking sleeping pills.

Shen Shanwu was too vigilant, and Shen Shanwu silently slid down the pipe outside the villa wall and landed on the grass. He was seventeen, if he was in the same room tonight as Jiang Huan or that vigilant. A very strong deputy, he definitely won't slip out so easily.

Shen Shanwu looked back at the pitch-black villa, and quietly sneaked into the dark night.

Compared with the teams that are conscious of their work and rest rules, the school is still very lively. After the apocalypse, there will be no entrance exams, and there will be no such things as evening self-study. Students from rich backgrounds will go home after class. There are not so rich dormitories. On the first day of the first quarter, it is the time when this group of hairy boys is noisy. .

The night shift at the school was originally an old man, but after the incident of children breaking into the suburbs during the day, he became four old men, just in time to get a table of mahjong.

When Shen Shanwu was approaching, he happened to hear them chatting about the day's affairs. In the sound of playing mahjong, the rumors had already fancied that he was the unmarried and pregnant child of the Shanhai team captain. Captain, didn't expect that thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi.

They speak with nose and eyes, as if they had experienced it firsthand.

Originally, Shen Shanwu wanted to wait and see if there were any students who truanted and sneaked back at night, and entered the school among them, but he didn't expect the security to be so poor. Easy to loose into the school.

The corridors of the dormitory building are full of students who are wearing cotton jackets on top and big pants underneath, who are running in a hurry. After listening to the conversation, they came back in time for the closing of the washroom, and they were making noises along the way with flashlights, candles or oil lamps in their hands. , Shen Shanwu walked over wearing a mask without attracting anyone's attention.

The president's son lived in a four-person room. When Shen Shanwu entered, there was only one person in the room. He slept on the top bunk and asked if he had taken a shower without raising his head.

Shen Shanwu didn't say anything. He looked at the student business cards marked on the bedpost one by one, found the target person, and put the backpack on the innermost side of his bed.

The student in the upper bunk never got a response. He turned on the flashlight strangely, stuck his head out of the bed, and found no one after searching for a long time. "Did I hear it wrong?" he said strangely to himself.

When his real roommate came back, he told the other three about it, a tall thin man with glasses must have seen a ghost, but when he climbed into the bed and touched the backpack beside his pillow, he The expression on my face is the real ghost.

Intuition made the tall and thin man close his mouth tightly. He avoided his roommate and carefully opened his backpack. Under the dim yellow flashlight, there was a transparent glass cover, which represented the highest protection technology available. , is a blooming white flower, the pure black stamens and branches and leaves are strange and charming, and the petals on it are dazzlingly white.

Immortal flower - only grows in the area with the strongest radiation. Once the flower blooms, it will never wither. Even if it is picked, it will remain in bloom forever. The language of flowers is eternal love.

This kind of flower is beautiful, but it is poisonous everywhere. Even if it is picked, it will continue to emit strong radiation. It is a problem for ordinary people to even get close to the place where the eternal flower grows. There are and only mutants in this world can get it.

The tall and thin man slammed his bag shut. He tried to suppress his rapid breathing. The time was approaching ten o'clock. He knew that he had received a birthday present from his father, even though the face in his memory was blurred.

After a long time, he couldn't help but open the zipper of the backpack again, peeked into the light through a small gap, held his breath, and cast his eyes...

In the middle of the night, Yao Wuque was woken up by the urge to urinate. He rubbed his head and felt very drowsy, but the urge to urinate was so strong that he was fined 200 push-ups for not giving Jiang Tong a drink, and he was so angry that he stood in front of Jiang Tong all afternoon. Tong's noodles drank seven cups, and now the retribution is coming.

Yao Wuque sat up sleepily, and subconsciously looked in Jiang Tong's direction first, a bag was arched on the cot beside the bed, and the little guy was nestling there.

"...Slightly." Yao Wuque grimaced childishly, turned on the night light swayingly, and went out to solve his physical problems. After returning, Jiang Tong on the bed was still in his old posture. He was buried under the quilt, and he was not afraid of suffocating himself to death. Yao Wuque was not so kind to tuck him in the quilt. , but suddenly a chill went down his spine, and he realized a question that instantly made him clear-

Where did Jiang Tong's backpack go?

He clearly remembered that Jiang Tong put the bag at the end of the bed before going to bed. Because he was curious about the contents of the bag, Yao Wuque couldn't help but pay attention to the movement of the big black bag.

Yao Wuque turned on the light switch abruptly, Jiang Tong's blanket was bulging, but when the darkness faded, this "drum" seemed extremely false.

"Don't, don't...don't..." Yao Wuque prayed and stepped forward to lift Jiang Tong's quilt—no one was there. He whimpered in pain and looked up to see the lock on the window missing.

Am I a fucking dead pig, the locks are broken, and I sleep a meter away without knowing anything? ? Yao Wuque asked himself frantically, and hurriedly ran out of the house and knocked on the door next door.

The only two girls in the team were sleeping next door. Zhong Yin responded very quickly and opened the door, and Zhang Xiaowen followed behind and rubbed his eyes.

"Jiang Tong is gone."

With five words, Zhang Xiaowen was so frightened that he almost poked his fingers into his eyes. Zhong Yin shoved Yao Wuque away and rushed into the next room. There was no temperature under the opened quilt. It was obvious that the person had been away for a long time.

"Wuque and I went out to find someone, Miss Wen, you go and tell the captain." Zhong Yin gave the order calmly, Yao Wuque simply put on a protective jacket over his pajamas, while hating this kid so much that he wanted to call someone The skin cramped, and at the same time was a little scared: "What if I can't find it?"

"If you can't find you, take the initiative to quit the team and apologize." Zhong Yin put on boots with bare feet, put on a mask, and went out with Yao Wuque in the ten-degree temperature.

Xiaowen, who stayed in the villa, was really suffering. She didn't feel sleepy at all. She frantically walked around the living room three times. Finally, she took a deep breath and went to the top floor to knock on the captain's door.

The door opened quickly, and Jiang Huan stood in front of the door wearing a black cloak on his shoulders. Behind him was the boundless darkness. The small night lamp in his hand was the only light. Jiang Huan at night was always surrounded by a hazy feeling of depression. , like waking up from a haunting nightmare.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Huan asked calmly. Once he opened his mouth, the feeling of fragility disappeared like a tide, and he became the familiar captain of Shanhai again.

"Captain..." Xiaowen said cautiously, "Jiang Tong... is gone."

Jiang Huan's face froze, "Gone? Why didn't you see it."

"Yao Wuque said that he woke up in the middle of the night and his bag was gone, and the lock on the window was gone. He guessed that he must have escaped from the window."

A team mercenary who has received formal training actually let a ten-year-old child escape from the third floor alone under his nose. This is ridiculous, Jiang Huan paused for a while, and then he was completely furious, "What about Yao Wuque? He didn't hear the big lock picking?!"

He didn't control his volume, and the deputy and a team member in the next room quickly stuck their heads out.

Xiaowen said quickly: "He and Xiaoyin went out to find someone."

"Did he do it on purpose?" Jiang Huan said gloomily, "Deliberately let Jiang Tong go."

Xiaowen suddenly became more anxious: "Captain, captain who doesn't know, Wuque wouldn't do this..." The more she explained, the paler she felt, and anyone could see that Yao Wuque didn't like Jiang Tong, and Jiang Tong was going to leave Yao Wuque would definitely applaud.

But the captain has never said such doubts about the team members before. Is Jiang Tong so important to the captain? ...who is this kid?

The deputy team who was awakened asked the whole story, and then asked the teammates who were sleeping with him to wake up the others. He scratched his sleepy hair, "Team Jiang, don't worry, even if you dig this alliance three feet into the ground, We can also bring this stinky boy back!"

"..." Jiang Huan maintained the posture of holding up the lamp and lowered his head slightly. The raging darkness behind him seemed to engulf him. He has always been an indestructible existence and a pillar that will not fall. At this moment, his figure However, it is faintly revealing thinness and fragility, which makes people feel unbearable.

Xiaowen couldn't see his expression clearly, so he could only tentatively call the captain.

"Forget it." Jiang Huan suddenly said, and he wearily stopped the team members who were going downstairs, "Forget it... If you really don't want to go with me, let him leave."

"But Captain..."

Jiang Huan waved his hand and stopped Xiaowen's words, "Go and call Yao Wuque and Zhong Yin back, let's all go back to sleep."

As he said that, he looked back at the bottomless room, without any sleepiness, and stood for a while, Jiang Huan turned off the light in his hand in the sight of the team members, put it on the table, and then walked slowly with the wooden handrail. Go downstairs, turn on the ceiling light in the hall, and slowly sit down on the sofa.

The stars are shining brightly in the sky, and the lights in a small building somewhere underground are not out at night.

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