Chapter 26

His eyes accustomed to the darkness could vaguely see him opening the bag containing the dinner. Jiang Huan didn't know what he wanted to do, and he couldn't do anything anyway, so he could only wait in fear and trepidation.

Soon, something was stuck on Jiang Huan's lips. He subconsciously gritted his teeth and stepped back, but the man pressed the back of his head with one hand, and the other hand forced the thing into his mouth.

"Hmm..." Jiang Huan wanted to shout, but the man snorted "Shut up!" in advance, blocking his shouting back into his throat well.

The man's gloves were also not clean, and they were very prickly. Jiang Huan sipped the contents of his mouth full of grievance and fear. The aroma of flour filled his mouth immediately. It was dry and hard without oil or salt, but Jiang Huan immediately felt it. Can't wait to chew. Soon, there was a small piece of torn cake on his lips, and he hurried to bite, almost eating the man's fingers into his mouth.

The man in sunglasses had Jiang Huan's saliva on his gloves, and he seemed a little disgusted. After a pause, he took off the gloves and continued to feed. The little guy was hungry, his throat kept swallowing, and the soft tip of his tongue caught his fingers and licked it. The tickling feels like being licked by a puppy who hasn't opened his eyes. The man didn't say a word from beginning to end, but handed over his water bottle after Jiang Huan choked.

Jiang Huan's hands were tied behind his back, and the man opened the bottle cap and fed him bit by bit to his mouth. Soon, a whole piece of cake fell into Jiang Huan's stomach. The premonition of death also slowly subsided.

The other guard who accompanied the man in sunglasses fell unconscious, and his snoring could pierce through the sky. Jiang Huan filled his stomach. First, he thanked the man for the number of people who were sold, and then asked innocently: "Brother, can you help me out of here? I'll ask my dad to give you a big thank you."

The man in sunglasses didn't say a word, he threw the plastic bag aside, stuffed the remaining half bottle of water back into his arms, put on his gloves, stood up in front of Jiang Huan, and sat down again on his old man on the broken table. Position, arms around his chest, his head bowed slightly.

The only person who had ever shown kindness to him rejected him with silence. Jiang Huan bent his legs in extreme disappointment. After eating and drinking enough to build up his strength, he felt the urge to cry again.

The next day, it was still the same situation, there was no news from the outside world, and the atmosphere in the factory was impetuous. The flat-headed man punched and kicked Jiang Huan when he was a little upset, while the man with sunglasses always looked like he couldn't sleep, either sitting on the table or standing in the corner, out of tune with everything around him.

He still didn't eat, and in the afternoon when the others were gathering, he fed the cold wild vegetable porridge into Jiang Huan's mouth.

There was a new scar on Jiang Huan's face. He chewed with a tearing wound, and he breathed in pain while eating. The man in sunglasses didn't speak, so he fed quietly and quickly, and finally wiped Jiang Huan's mouth with his cuff without caring. , and the old god sat on the ground and fell asleep in the corner.

Jiang Huan had read about Stockholm in books. He thought that he must have fallen into Stockholm Syndrome. Because the man surnamed Shen had eaten twice, Jiang Huan couldn't help but feel a great dependence on him. I can't help but spy on him secretly, guessing the face under the sunglasses and the mask, and want to communicate with each other.

In the evening, because of Jiang Huan's father's indifference, Jiang Huan was once again taken out by the flat-headed man to exhale. The rusted dagger first cut off the rope that bound his hands, and then aimed at Jiang Huan's fingers.

Jiang Huan cried and struggled hysterically, but it was impossible for him as a child to be weaker than a few grown men. Soon, he was pinned to the table and unable to move. The people around him were very excited. The sarcasm and laughter continued one after another, telling that the people at the bottom of the city lived like ants, while those who were opportunistic in the city could enjoy the few supplies left. They vented their dissatisfaction and panic on a child, as if they themselves Is the most righteous messenger, punishing the most wicked people.

Seeing that the blade was raised high, Jiang Huan finally broke down. He couldn't help looking at the man in sunglasses, screaming and shouting: "Save me! Please save me!"

Men are indifferent.

He was not sleeping, but stood by the wall and looked out the window from a distance, indifferent to what Jiang Huan was about to suffer.

Jiang Huan's heart was desolate. He hated his weakness and helplessness, and also thought resentfully about why the man didn't come to help him, and felt that it was ridiculous that he expected an accomplice who kidnapped him to save him.

However, at this moment, an accident happened, and the peace was broken. The sound of bullets and guns shooting from far to near was like a gust of wind and rain. The whole factory was shaking, and there were several screams outside the door. Covered by the artillery fire, could vaguely hear the thin and familiar voice begging for mercy, followed by the sound of bullets sinking into flesh and body and falling to the ground.

The men surrounding Jiang Huan who were about to commit atrocities suddenly panicked and let go of him. The flat-headed man barely kept his composure. Many other people were domineering one second, but scared like a quail the next.

Jiang Huan looked at the door with joy, looking forward to the arrival of rescue, but he was suddenly grabbed by the back of the neck and by the throat.

"Don't move!" The flat-headed man scolded the mercenary team who broke into the door, "Otherwise I'll kill him!"

The mercenary who walked in front and kicked the door paused, one hand still holding the gun, and the other hand pressed to the ear, as if asking something, after a few seconds, he made a gesture, and The teammates behind him left the room.

The flat-headed man thought to himself that he was indeed the rescuer who came to rescue the child, and that he would definitely be able to get a chance by taking the hostages himself.

But just as he was about to continue to negotiate terms, several oval-shaped metal products were suddenly thrown into the door and window, with a tingling sound, someone sharp-eyed, roaring: "Hand/Thunder! !"

Jiang Huan's eyes widened, and his mood was like falling into an abyss in an instant. He thought his father would save him... but he didn't expect to welcome a team that would not hesitate to sacrifice hostages just to wipe out the enemy, or that the hostages died. Well, one hundred and one hundred will save future troubles.

The hand that has already pulled off the lead/Lei Fei was in mid-air. At that moment, time passed very long. Jiang Huan thought about it a lot, but he seemed to think about nothing. His first thirteen years of life were too short and too long. Pale, as if there are no unforgettable memories.

At the last moment when his mind was blank, a figure that was almost left with only an afterimage snatched him from the hand of the flat-headed man. The next second, the two of them had already broken out of the window, and the man with sunglasses used his body to block the broken pieces. Glass rolled on the ground with his arms around Jiang Huan, jumped forward by more than ten meters with the impact of the explosion, and quickly took off his mask and put it on his face.

A series of actions are smooth, but they are definitely not behaviors that normal humans can complete.

Jiang Huan wrapped his arms around the neck of the man with sunglasses in shock, breathing so fast that he seemed to be gasping to death. The man turned his head and saw that the windows were all shattered, and the factory inside was a sea of ​​fire. He just stood up and swept his feet. Discharge bullets.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Jiang Huan couldn't help screaming and shrinking his head, only to hear the man tut an irritably, hug him tighter with one arm, then take three steps and a run-up, and skip four easily. meter high wall.

The mercenary with guns behind him couldn't help but lie down for a few times. He couldn't believe the picture in front of them. The man in the lead immediately reported the abnormal situation to his superiors, which instantly attracted the attention of the high-level officials in the North, but discussions came and went. , but no text.

This matter, which was used by the mercenaries as a night talk, was only explained in the 109 massacre of the Holy Harmony Hospital after half a year. Obviously, this can easily avoid the hand/mine, incendiary/bombs and bullets, and it only takes one jump. The man who crossed the four-meter-high wall was a ruthless mutant.

As for the child in his arms, it was probably thin-skinned and tender, so he was taken away as a ration.

Of course, these are things to come later, but at the moment, Jiang Huan was bumping in the man's arms. He carefully opened one eye, and the wind whistled past his ears. It was as if he was sitting in a car without shock absorption. On the convertible, everything in front of him quickly passed by.

Jiang Huan realized that something was wrong.

Until the man arrived at a residential building surrounded by zombies, Jiang Huan's face turned white with fear of the endless zombies. He was trembling beyond human form, and tremblingly prayed: "I, I don't want to die like this, I don't want to. Become... a zombie..."

The man ignored him and took off his sunglasses, revealing black and red eyes that were exactly the same as the zombies, but with more expression and emotion.

"Get out of the way," he said impatiently, sharp teeth looming between his lips. The zombies were about to move towards Jiang Huan, but as soon as the man opened his mouth, they immediately retreated in fear, as if welcoming their king.

Jiang Huan was so terrified that he couldn't speak, he was as stiff as a stone, like a sculpture of a boy in a man's arms.

The man brought Jiang Huan to a clean room with clean water and fresh melons, fruits and fish, but the radiation contained in these foods was too strong for Jiang Huan to eat. crumbs, and drink the little water left in the plastic bottle.

The hard and tasteless thick noodles, and the fragrant braised fish, don't know if don't compare them, and want to cry when compare them to Jiang Huan.

The man called himself Shen Shanwu, and he asked Jiang Huan to sleep here, saying that he would be sent back to the main entrance of Anping North Territory tomorrow.

"I won't come back here after this, and you don't have to bother to find someone here to catch me." Shen Shanwu took a cold shower and changed into clean clothes. The original owner of this room is obviously not as tall as Shen Shanwu. , the trousers became nine points over his legs, exposing his ankles with well-defined joints.

Jiang Huan nodded in agreement, licking the scraps from his fingertips into his mouth. They were on the first floor, and the windows were full of zombies. They were lying on the door, by the window, and on the fence. Although they did not dare to blatantly squeeze in due to the existence of Shen Shanwu, they always coveted the only living person present. .

"Don't worry, they won't come in." Shen Shanwu saw the fear in Jiang Huan's heart, "I'm here."

Jiang Huan glanced at Shen Shanwu's pair of red pupils, his heart was pounding nervously again, he swallowed, feeling that he was roughly insane, "Shen Shanwu...Brother, can I not go back to the North? …”

"Huh? Then where are you going." Shen Shanwu's tone was poor, and his eyes were also contemptuous, "Let's talk about it first, I'm not a good-natured person, driven by you to run around."

"...I want to follow you." Jiang Huan clenched his fists tightly, resisting his fear and said, "Can I follow you?"

"Huh?" Shen Shanwu raised his eyebrows as if he had heard some big joke, "What a joke, no." He seemed to think that the word "no" was not strong enough, and added with a grim smile: "I It's a zombie, if you annoy me, I will dig out your internal organs, eat your stomach, and then break your limbs to feed other zombies."

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