Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

Along the own bones, fascia, drilled everywhere until it got into the seam of the own bones.

This pain is not very intense.

On the contrary, it is more like a gangrene attached to the bone, whether it hurts or not, it is not particularly itchy.

However, it is this feeling that makes people even more mad.

"Hold!"

Zhao Ke clenched his hands into fists and slammed heavily on the door panel beside him.

The blue veins on the arms that look like earthworms are on the surface of the skin.

It is Zhao Ke who is using a kind of great perseverance to control himself, not to grab his own flesh and blood.

The red eyes are full of bright red blood, and the feeling of itching under the eyelids from time to time,

Zhao Ke even had the urge to snap out his own eyeballs.

He looked at the radio station.

One hand tightly held the pistol in the holster, but after holding it for a while, the trembling palm silently lifted from the handle of the gun.

Struggling repeatedly.

Two voices appeared in my mind.

"Smash it! Come on, smash this thing! I can't stand it!"

"Don't smash it, smash this station, you will never be able to find a way to get out of here, and you will be trapped in this train forever."

The two voices were arguing frantically in Zhao Ke's mind.

Zhao Ke's palm was raised several times, and then dropped several times.

Rationality told me that before I figured out more about this radio station, I smashed this radio station by myself, and I would probably bury myself here.

But what should I do if I can't smash the radio station.

Just as Zhao Ke was struggling, he suddenly saw something in his sight.

Above the boiler, an inconspicuous iron pull ring appeared in Zhao Ke's sight.

Seeing the iron ring, Zhao Ke's eyes lit up, he struggled a few times, jumped up, and reached out to grab the iron ring.

Along with the steam in the boiler, it sprayed out along the ventilation holes of the engine room, and a thick white smoke suddenly sprayed out from the chimney, accompanied by the heavy sound of the train.

"Buzz..."

Under the sound of the heavy car, the indicator light on the radio began to flicker rapidly, as if it was disturbed by the sound of the car.

The empty singing just now also became intermittent.

Zhao Ke felt relieved, although the itching on his body was still there, but compared to the unbearable state just now, he did not know how much more comfortable it was.

After pulling it up several times in a row, the voice on the radio has weakened a lot.

But staying here is obviously not going to work.

After thinking about it, Zhao Ke planned to leave the front of the car temporarily and go to the back to have a look.

First, they hope to find Wang Mazi and Cui Jianguo.

Second, Zhao Ke wanted to find something to eat.

At least before cracking the secret of the radio station, I must find some food. I can't just starve to death here.

But before leaving, Zhao Ke took a look at Shan Jingichiro.

This guy may be because he hit his head too hard when he was kicked down by Zhao Ke before.

He is still in a severe coma.

It was a blessing in disguise, because he was too dizzy, and the singing just now didn't have much impact on him.

Looking at Shan Jingichiro who was still in a coma, Zhao Ke's brows gradually knit into a ball.

He is not a patriotic youth.

But this does not mean that he will have any good feelings for the devils who invaded his homeland.

In the past, Zhao Ke would have slaughtered this product immediately.

But I remember that the three of us heard Shan Jingichiro's last words on the radio.

Perhaps this incident has a lot to do with this guy.

It was for this reason that Zhao Ke allowed him to live until now, leaving Shanjing Ichiro here alone, Zhao Ke felt unreliable no matter how he thought about it.

What if this guy wakes up, can't stand the weird singing on the radio, and smashes the radio?

In other words, he simply unloaded the rear compartment and drove forward with the locomotive himself.

Zhao Ke believed that such a thing, Shan Jingichiro would definitely be able to do it.

It is definitely a wrong decision to leave such a large variable here.

But Zhao Ke felt that before he figured out the matter, at least save this guy's life.

After thinking for a while, Zhao Ke simply found a hemp rope, planning to tie up Shan Jingichiro first.

I don't know if it's because of my current body.

That is, Yamada, who has a special talent in the art of binding.

When Zhao Ke got the hemp rope, Fu Zhi was like a soul, and skillfully put the rope around Shan Jingichiro's neck.

For the rest, Zhao Ke almost didn't need to consciously control it. These two hands skillfully tied the hemp rope to Shan Jingichiro's body.

The rope is folded in half, wrapped around the neck, and the sides hang down from the front chest.

Tie knots at the corresponding collarbone, chest middle, xiphoid process and pubic bone in turn.

Then strangle it from the crotch, from the back and up the spine.

Zhao Ke didn't feel it at first, but after fastening the knot, he pulled it hard, looked at Shan Jingichiro in front of him, and was startled.

A strong style of Japanese specialties rushed over.