The defense of the mourning community

At this moment, Yi Chengli felt that Ling Qing in front of him had become so big, as big as Gulliver who had followed Lilliputian. He couldn't help repeating what he said just now: "Is it really a small misunderstanding?"

"Why doesn't it count?" Ling Qing looked at him.

Yi Chengli and Ling Qing looked at each other for two seconds, and suddenly understood the deep meaning of this sentence from his eyes.

When I forced Ling Qing because of this misunderstanding, Ling Qing, who didn't get rid of her own thoughts, must have murderous intentions, so the original big misunderstanding was directly downgraded to a small misunderstanding, or even not a misunderstanding.

He asked cautiously, "Has the misunderstanding been resolved later?"

"It should be untied, but you seem to be making mistakes and forcing them to the end."

The two of them knew each other through a window, and Ling Qing was still performing her onlooker role competently, pretending that she didn't know the truth very well.

Yi Chengli wiped his face, and murmured, "How many years will I be sentenced to in reality?"

"Then I don't know. You can consult a lawyer when you have a chance in the future." Ling Qing looked at him with a blank face and couldn't help smiling, and kindly suggested, "It seems that some of our Manhattan owners are lawyers."

Yi Chengli thanked him sincerely, then asked in silence for two seconds, "Then who wants to kill me? And who did I kill?"

Ling Qing was about to speak, but Yi Chengli raised his hand to signal him not to speak yet, he crossed his legs and rattled twice, and briefly entered into a state of clever rest, and then had an epiphany.

He looked at Ling Qing, his voice trembling: "Could it be that the person who wants to kill me is my old classmate Lian Dehua, the only laborer who has no special skills among the outsiders in Manhattan?"

Ling Qing picked up the spoon in front of her and tapped the water glass, making a "ding--".

"Congratulations, you have learned to rush to answer!"

Yi Chengli covered his head and carefully compared his combat effectiveness with Lian Dehua's. If he belongs to A, then Lian Dehua belongs to B-, even if he is the one who breaks the porcelain, he is not himself.

He confidently said, "Then Lian Han must have failed alone."

"There are two of them, and Zhang Lingyu." Ling Qing corrected him, "But the two of them failed, and now Zhang Lingyu has become one of the zombies, so you don't have to worry."

Yi Chengli waved his hand and said in a crazy tone, "It's okay, the two of them combined may not be enough for me to fight."

"But you were stabbed by Lian Dehua, do you have anything to say?" Ling Qing admitted that she was a bit gloating, but that was the truth.

In the last days of survival, Lian Dehua, the scissorhands in the dream, is by no means the same species as Lian Dehua, the current Manhattan engineer. As Yi Chengli's left protector, he has countless zombies and souls, and he is by no means a waste Get a false name.

At that time, white knives went in and red knives came out. If Yi Chengli hadn't reacted in time, he would have hit Lian Han with a left uppercut and a right uppercut with his backhand. The person who offended him would be in danger, and we don't know who will win and who will lose.

"It's just a small knife, it doesn't stab deeply, or you will be gone." Ling Qing said.

At this time, Yi Chengli finally understood why Ling Qing was very wary of Lian Han when they met for the first time, and asked himself to be more careful.

For a long time, this thick-eyed Lian Dehua is an insider, stabbing people in the back with a knife.The more Yi Chengli thought about it, the more gloomy his face became, and he said in a low voice: "Tomorrow, I will arrange more work for Lian Dehua, so that he will not have time to think about plots when he is busy."

Ling Qing: "Then you are not purely venting anger."

"I'm called taking precautions before they happen, and I still think that people are good." Yi Chengli said that he is also for the good of Lian Dehua. The masses have been there for a long time, and now it is time to feel the hard work of the working people on a down-to-earth basis.

Ling Qing snorted, thinking that Yi Chengli was really different from the dream. The man in the dream said that he was very disappointed in human beings.

Yi Chengli: "Why? Why did they want to kill me?"

"How do I know this? Maybe it's a long-standing grievance, and I also want to be the boss." Ling Qing paused, "And your temper in the dream is also different from now, not only the two of them are afraid of you, don't People are also afraid of you."

Yi Chengli's first reaction was that it was impossible, absolutely impossible.

"Impossible, I'm not my elder brother's stern face, I have a good temper." Yi Chengli said after a pause, and decided to seek truth from facts, "At least I'm a good person before others mess with me."

"People change." Ling Qing said softly, "I heard from them that when you went to save someone, the rescued person pushed you out of the car..."

Ling Qing remembered that Yi Chengli was talking about these things to himself with a smile, as if the person who sat on the ground with a sprained ankle and experienced despair was not himself.

At that time, the unhappiness between the two of them hadn't happened yet. He was sitting on the beanbag sofa in his rented house, one second he was still saying that he was a likable and good person, and the next second he stretched out a hand.

"Three of the four people in the car were rescued by me. The car I was sitting in was also my car. When they saw me being pushed to the ground, they didn't come down to help me. The only one who wanted to get off was that it wasn't me. saved people, but he didn’t come down in the end.”

Yi Chengli said with a deeper smile on his face, and said softly: "They saw zombies coming from behind, and urged the person who pushed me out of the car to grab the driver's seat to drive away."

Ling Qing felt suffocated when he heard it, and he opened his mouth several times without saying a word, but Yi Chengli didn't take it seriously, he just pouted and commented that it was disgusting.

Although those five people did not survive in the end, and Yi Chengli, who had a sprained foot, found a place to hide and did not die, and even ran into Lian Han and Zhang Lingyu by mistake, but it cannot be denied that this incident has already touched Yi Chengli's heart. left a shadow.

Yi Chengli was in a daze for a while listening to Ling Qing talking about his experience in the dream.He couldn't help but wonder what would happen if he went through those things now.

Yi Chengli, who had been betrayed before, was once again betrayed by someone he trusted. Yi Chengli himself did not believe that he would not go crazy.He leaned back on the sofa and looked at the clock on the wall, feeling a little tired for a moment.

"It's almost two o'clock." Yi Chengli changed the subject, "We are going to be on duty."

Ling Qing closed the book in his hands and stood up, ready to move the chairs of the dining table to the balcony. Yi Chengli followed him and got up, and before he stretched out his hands, he directly lifted the two chairs and walked to the balcony.

It was the darkest time at this time, Ling Qing had to turn on the flashlight and switch it to the lowest brightness to face the outside, sitting with Yi Chengli in front of the French window on the balcony and looking outside.

Yi Chengli looked at the zombies dangling outside, and asked softly, "Then are they dead behind? I mean Lian Han and Zhang Lingyu."

"Dead." Ling Qing nodded.

Yi Chengli paused for a moment, and seriously thought about whether this was justifiable self-defense, or over-defense with a few more years in prison. Finally, after thinking about it, he smiled and said, "That's really very different from me now."

Ling Qing laughed and said nothing.

"Then why did I misunderstand him? It's because I thought he and Lian Han and Zhang Lingyu were in the same group, right?" Yi Chengli looked at Ling Qing's profile, "Actually, he's not right, is he?"

He thought he could get a detailed answer, but this time Ling Qing just smiled, and then said vaguely: "Almost, I don't know too well."

In fact, they are a group, but I am an infernal boy. On the surface, I agreed to the invitation of Lian Han and Zhang Lingyu. In fact, I just wanted to find out more information, and know who is involved so that I can inform Yi Chengli. Catch them all.

It was at that time that Yi Chengli confessed to himself for the first time and was rejected. The two of them were keeping a distance. He would not take the initiative to come to him. Ling Qing had enough time and space to do these things.

It's just that I thought Zhang Lingyu and Lian Han were too stupid, and made the two of them realize that I intended to attack in advance, and was bitten back, telling Yi Chengli that he was the mastermind and the one who started it, which directly drove this man crazy .

The seed of injustice is actually myself.

"Actually, it's just a dream. These things didn't happen in reality, so you don't have to be too entangled." Ling Qing sighed, telling Yi Chengli was like telling himself.

"That still needs to be tangled up. It's enough to take a detour once, and it's not a good thing to suffer." Seeing that he didn't want to talk, Yi Chengli didn't continue to ask.

The topic ended here, and the two of them became quiet again. They both stared at the zombies in the dark seriously, and saw them running wildly, their arms and legs flying around, looking so free, Yi Chengli actually had A little envious.

But Ling Qing looked at this scene and frowned and said, "Hey, you said that if you make them go crazy so many times, throwing their heads, arms and legs away by themselves, can they stop internal friction?"

"It depends on the weather, it has to be sunny during the day." Yi Chengli paused, "No, if they get more sun during the day and become more violent at night, and if they evolve a little bit, then our doors and walls won't be able to block it." Wouldn't it be over if you live with them?"

Ling Qing thought it was the same, nodded and said, "Forget it, if the sun gets worse during the day and at night, I might think of a way to get them to spray some sunscreen."

"Are you still wearing sunscreen?" Yi Chengli couldn't help asking.

Ling Qing nodded: "There is still a mask, do you want one?"

"Definitely next time." Yi Chengli gave Ling Qing a thumbs-up, "You are indeed a professional in hoarding goods."

Ling Qing laughed: "It's okay, it's just a little experience."

The two of them were chatting one after another, and the one-hour shift time passed quickly, and the neighbor upstairs heard the sound of taking over the shift. Ling Qing and Yi Chengli got off work smoothly, turned off the flashlights, and went back to rest.

In the morning, I took a trip with the motorcycle rider to refuel. In the morning, I went to Darunba to have a good time. In the afternoon, I cleaned up the garbage and turned into a construction team in the evening. The first day of the new year was very tiring.

Lying on the bed, Ling Qing closed her eyes and fell asleep within five breaths, without even the strength to dream.

The sun slowly rose from the east, and because of the appearance of the sun, the zombies who had been frenzied all night returned to their slow-response behavior, and no longer ran madly into the wall.

People in Manhattan were worried all night. Whether it was the owners who were on guard or the security guards, they were extremely exhausted at this time, and their eyelids could not be supported by matches.

The sleeping Manhattan was quiet, and no one noticed a car of people sneaking up to the door. After leading the zombies away, a man covered in wounds got out of the car, lay down on the east door and started his performance .

"Help... Can someone help me!" The flat-headed man climbed five meters on the ground, and when no one answered, he climbed another five meters and stretched out his hand to the sky for help, as if he wanted to live another 500 years.

The result is still nobodycares.

After a few minutes of self-pulling like a lonely patient, he felt like a joke. He suddenly looked up at the iron gate of Manhattan, and asked in a loud voice, "Hello? Is anyone there?"

sea ​​drop

Gangster: I'm coming!people!

Manhattan (sleeping): zzzzz～zz