nyslfriends Chapter 14
Chapter 14
Walking all the way down, he returned to Shiliu Village. The first thing Zhitao noticed were the unknown traces in the village, bloodstains, and black patches of land. These traces were congealed on the ground, making him always want to guess the miserable conditions of the villagers.
The more he thought about it, the more flustered he became, as if a ghost would come to claim his life in the next second.
The charred black marks on one of the walls gave Zhitao a deep impression. There were five black shadows of children printed on it. They were similar in size, twisting their necks and crawling on the wall, opening their mouths in pain, as if Struggling to jump off the wall.
Zhitao felt inexplicably that the five black shadows above were the children he had seen on the first day he came here, and he could still recall those children's sly eyes, as well as their similar movements and expressions.
He didn't dare to take a closer look, and trotted to keep up with the millions in front of him. After they left, the five children fixed on the wall turned their heads and stared in the direction they left.
The look in his eyes was exactly the same as when he looked at Zhitao before, with the greed of a wild dog looking at meat.
Wanwan brought the young peaches to the backyard of the priest's house, and the tall pomegranate tree was densely covered with pomegranates.
This is abnormal. Pomegranate trees usually bear fruit in autumn, but it is obviously summer now, but in this place, it seems that it cannot be speculated by common sense.
After Wanwan saw the pomegranate tree, he ran to the bottom of the tree and used his hands to scrape away the soil. The black soil was embedded in his nails, and the nail caps also split, but Wanwan didn't seem to feel any pain and repeated his hands on the action.
He knelt on the ground with his back to Zhitao, appearing paranoid and depressed, Zhitao who followed behind saw Wan Wan's appearance, his heart was overflowing with uneasiness.
Zhitao slowly stopped approaching, and shouted in the direction of Wan Wan: "I remember that there are tools at Father Snowman's house, please don't dig them with your hands, I'll go get them out!"
But Wan Wan didn't seem to hear it, and still dug with his hands with his back to Zhitao, his back bent very low, like a mountain pressing him tightly.
Zhitao found that calling him had no effect, so she ran to Father Snowman's house to take out all the tools that could be used.
In addition to the pomegranate tree, Father Snowman's backyard also planted many plants, often using shovels and the like. Zhitao had followed Father Snowman to dig the ground, so he naturally knew it.
Zhitao came out with a small shovel and a small rake. Father Snowman planted short and small vegetables, and the tools he used were also very small, but at least they were better than using his hands.
"Use this." Zhitao handed Wan Wan the small shovel in his hand, Wan Wan raised his head, his right eye was still shiny like metal, and his left eye was also dark and opaque.
Wanwan silently looked at Zhitao, Zhitao was not comfortable being looked at by him, but he still insisted on passing the small shovel in front of him, and continued to persuade him: "Use this to save effort, and your hands are injured. "
There was indeed a lot of blood in Wanwan's fingernails, he didn't stand still with Zhitao for too long, and after a while, he took the small shovel and continued digging.
He only dug according to one place, and he dug fast and accurately. He quickly dug a deep hole, but the body of 1047 was hidden deeper. Even though he had dug a lot, he couldn't dig out what the million needed. .
It was already dark now, the sweat on Wan Wan's head was dripping down, and the blood in his eyes became more obvious. Due to the fusion of 143, he suddenly felt a strong dizziness, and his ears were full of unknown howls. Wan stopped and shook his head vigorously.
Zhitao was helping with a small rake. Seeing Wanwan's appearance, she asked worriedly, "Why don't you take a rest first? Let's continue later, you don't look very well."
Wanwan didn't speak, but continued to dig hard, Zhitao pursed her lips, not daring to persuade him anymore.
Heiying raised his head from the ground, looked at Zhitao who was hesitating to speak, and then at Wanwan with an ugly face. His head was thinking empty, and then he seemed to finally understand something, and buried it in the soil again Busy.
In the next second, there was only a ding, and the million shovel dug a hard object, and then it broke. He looked pleasantly surprised. He felt that 1047 was very close to him, and it was very likely that he had dug it.
He thought that as long as he got 1047, he could leave alive, so he quickly squatted down and hurriedly scraped the ground with his hands, but he found nothing, or in other words, he could only see a black shadow that was walking fast.
Wan Wan's smile froze, and he was swept up by the shame of being played. He stepped on the shovel and crushed it hard, like a wild animal trapped in a cage, breathing with anger.
Zhitao stood next to him holding a small rake, looked at him at a loss, and said hesitantly, "...how about you use mine? I'll go find a new one..."
Before he finished speaking, Wan Wan glared at him and shouted hysterically: "Do you think I'm like you!"
"I still want to live!"
He watched the black figure behind Zhitao standing up, puffing up angrily, quickly filling the bottom of the pit, turning it into a monster's open mouth.
When he saw the black shadow quickly spread to the bottom of the pit, he immediately thought of the plight of the villagers in Shiliu Village. Fear and anxiety almost burst his mind, making his eyes blurred with tears, and he whispered with sobs:
"...I still want to live."
Zhitao froze in place when Wan Wan got angry, and became even more confused when he saw Wan Wan crying. He rummaged through his pockets, because he walked fast, he didn't have a few pieces of paper with him, and he didn't Hope to find it.
So when he really touched the tissue, Zhitao was still very surprised, but he didn't think too much, he immediately took out the tissue and handed it to Wan Wan, Wan Wan took it after a while, apologized in a low voice, and there was silence between them down.
When the black shadow saw Wanwan crying, he hid like a child who made a mistake. He quickly put the paper into Zhitao's pocket, and then grabbed the small shovel that was broken in two into the shadow.
He tried to repair the intentionally broken shovel, but apparently couldn't do it, and finally tore off a small piece to wrap himself around the break.
The black shadow stretched out a small black strip and quietly pulled off the million, and put the wrapped shovel at million's feet, he knew that million could see.
Wanwan stared at the black shadow that disappeared under Zhitao's feet, with a dazed expression, instead of picking up the shovel at his feet, he suddenly asked Zhitao, "Do you want to leave here?"
Zhitao didn't know why he asked such a question, but she answered honestly: "I think so, after all, this place is so scary."
"Then tell him." Wanwan approached Zhitao, and then slowly squatted down.
Seeing him approaching, Zhitao took a step back uncomfortably, but the space here was too small, he couldn't go any further, and could only watch Wan Wan squatting at his feet talking.
"Can you help us take out the things below?" Wan Wan's voice echoed in the pit, speaking clearly.
This made Zhitao even more confused, couldn't help moving her feet, and asked hesitantly: "... who are you talking to?"
Wanwan moved his hand towards him, and Zhitao squatted down to look at the ground, the black shadow on the ground showed half of its head, looking at the two of them silently.
Black Shadow knows what Wan Wan wants, and that is what he has in his stomach, but...
Heiying looked at Zhitao tangledly, but Zhitao couldn't see the shadow, he followed Wanwan and looked into the soil for a long time, but found nothing, so he wondered if there was something wrong with Wanwan.
The doubt and anxiety in Zhitao's eyes almost overflowed, he turned his head and said softly: "Million, are you too tired, why don't we go to rest first."
"There are still two days left, let's continue tomorrow."
Although the words are very euphemistic, Wanwan still hears Zhitao's meaning. Zhitao is suspecting that he may be mentally abnormal, and Wanwan really feels that he is abnormal.
In other words, everything that happened now was forcing his remaining sanity to a dead end.
He never told Zhitao what the D-class personnel in the mysterious shelter meant. Simply put, D-class personnel are equivalent to consumables.
From the moment he entered here, he was doomed to be sacrificed. He was not the savior sent by the organization. To the organization, he was just a consumable. A decision was made:
After seven days, use weapons to completely destroy this place, and then everything will be razed to the ground.
So no matter what he did, the end would be a dead end, but Wan Wan didn't want to die.
He really didn't want to die.
Wan Wan was silent for a while, and turned his head to look at Zhitao with an unclear expression. After a busy day, Zhitao was still clean except for the sweat on his head, which was very different from Wan Wan.
"Then go up first." Wan Wan stood up and clapped his hands, going up the slope dug out from the side.
Zhitao heard what he said, and followed him up. It was already dark outside, and when she came out, she breathed the cool wind and felt relaxed.
The light was on in Father Snowman's house, Zhitao didn't think much about it, thinking it was Wanwan who turned on the light in the room, turned the handle to open the door, and saw Father Snowman sitting there.
Zhitao saw Father Snowman clearly, opened his eyes instantly, and asked in a surprised tone: "Why are you here?"
There was a cup of boiling water beside Father Snowman, and he drank from the wooden cup, calmly asking, "Why can't I be here?"
Although Zhitao knew that this was Father Snowman's house, he really didn't expect him to come back. He thought that the priest would stay in that place before, just like the BOSS only stayed in the lair.
Oh, no, Zhitao thought again, this is Father Snowman's lair.
Father Snowman took a sip of hot water and observed the dazed juvenile peach from the steaming heat. He shook his head helplessly in his heart. He clearly knew that the person in front of him was abnormal, and he could still be in a daze under such a situation.
Obviously at that time, he seemed quite frightened, but Father Snowman couldn't figure it out, was it because Zhitao relied on him too much?
Forget about Zhitao, and this.
Father Snowman looked down at the white water. In addition to himself, there was also a half body lying on his shoulder and making a request confidently.
The black shadow grumbled: [Taotao is working so hard, why don't we give him the things. ]
His and Father Snowman's lives were attached to that thing, thanks to him saying such a thing, in a sense, he was giving his life to accompany a gentleman.
When Father Snowman heard his worthless words, he felt inexplicably tired. Forget about being half-smart, and he didn't have the strength to concentrate, especially in front of Zhitao.
"Okay." Father Snowman put the cup on the table and let out a muffled sound, which woke up the dazed Zhitao, and the black shadow followed closely behind to escape into the ground, aggrieved.
There was a thin layer of sweat on Zhitao's head, and her black hair stuck to her fair face. She was embarrassed but surprisingly gorgeous. Father Snowman admired it briefly and said: "There is hot water in it, just wash your face." Go to sleep."
Zhitao walked around Father Snowman vigilantly and entered the kitchen. Father Snowman put the hot water in the kitchen before, and Wanwan was also in the kitchen, with his back to Zhitao and his hands covering his face.
Zhitao approached him, and when she saw what he was doing, she was taken aback, and subconsciously wanted to reach out to stop him.
Million guessed what he was going to do, panting and said: "I'm taking out 143, it's okay."
His fingers had already penetrated into the eye sockets, and the black metallic 143 writhed inside, like a black snake getting into the eyes. Seeing this scene, Zhitao felt uncomfortable.
He hesitated to speak, and asked after a long time: "Does it have to be taken like this?"
Wan Wanqi's thoughts were distracted, and it took him a while to understand Zhitao's words, "Well, and if you don't take it."
"I don't know where 143 will go."
Hearing these words, goosebumps fell all over the ground, and the whole person was stunned. He rubbed his arms vigorously, trying to reduce this sense of fear.
"I got it." Wan Wan murmured suddenly.
Zhitao heard a bang, like pulling out the cork of a wine bottle, and 143, which was still wriggling, fell out of the million eyes, a long one.
Wanwan turned to Zhitao, and the eyeballs squeezed by 143 slowly emerged, like bubbles emerging from the water.