Zhang Xiaoqiang rested his head on Shangguan Qiaoyun's lap. Shangguan Qiaoyun was startled by his action, and his body tensed up until he fell asleep on her lap like in the morning. Zhang Xiaoqiang's tense body slowly relaxed, her delicate and tender palms gently stroked his cheeks as in the morning, the stubble on his face tickled slightly in her palms, but she couldn't touch it enough As if, she gently slid her palms over his face over and over again, and the corners of her eyes glanced at his hands hugging his chest. Seeing all kinds of wounds on his hands criss-crossing, she gently held his right hand.
The backs of his hands and the palms of his hands are covered with various wounds of different depths and widths. The densely packed wounds are like a thick layer of cobwebs wrapped around his hands. They are old wounds with several new wounds added. , the flesh around some wounds twitched slightly, it was spasms caused by the pain of the wounds, probably because of the pain, Zhang Xiaoqiang washed his hands very carelessly, some wounds still had black dirt, and some wounds were still inlaid with some rice grains .
Looking at the criss-cross wounds on Zhang Xiaoqiang's hands, tears slipped from Shangguan Qiaoyun's eyes, slid across his cheeks to his chin, condensed on his chin into a crystal clear pearl, and fell onto Zhang Xiaoqiang's face and lips with the slight bump of the car. superior. He was too tired to feel the hot tears pouring down his face. He closed his eyes and lay quietly on her lap, smelling the fragrance of her body and sleeping more and more soundly.
The car that stopped suddenly woke up Zhang Xiaoqiang who was sleeping. He opened his eyes and got up and looked out of the car. The eyes of the team reached the gate of the chicken farm. The gate was closed and there were some messy things behind it The old furniture and wood used to seal the door, several thin-skinned men confronted Zhang Xiaoqiang's people with some sticks and tools, and some were still cursing, shouting for rebellion and freedom.
Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at everything in front of him in a daze, he was fine when he left in the morning, why did these cowards start to rebel now? Where did they get the guts
The people in front went to negotiate with those cowards, and before they said a word, they were smashed with bricks, and then the broken bricks continued to be thrown outwards, and one even hit the windshield of Zhang Xiaoqiang's car. Yang Ke'er and Yuan Yi were about to go inside to rest and recuperate. I hadn't had lunch yet, and I was desperately in front. They ransacked the house in the rear. Although I don't know the reason, these cowards also aroused Zhang Xiaoqiang's real anger , "Even d2 and s2 have been cleaned up, but I can't clean up you?" Poor people must have something to hate, and Zhang Xiaoqiang wants to rush forward regardless of whether they have hidden secrets or not.
Zhang Xiaoqiang stopped, and the people inside dragged out two corpses, wrapped two ropes around the necks of the corpses, and hung the two corpses on the iron gate. The two corpses were stripped naked, naked There were all kinds of scars. The limbs of the two corpses were cut off, even the birds and eggs on the lower body were cut off. Looking at the two corpses, the other men in Zhang Xiaoqiang's motorcade all looked terrified. The people in front They retreated one after another, and the people inside started to go crazy when they saw that the people outside were scared away. They raised all kinds of homemade weapons and howled loudly. Several people kept jumping and running behind the subway door. From time to time, he grasped the bars of the iron gate and shook the big iron gate, screaming horribly, the iron gate was shaken violently, the two corpses hanging on the iron gate were also shaking, and there were still remnants from time to time. The fresh blood dripped from the corpse, dripped onto the rusty iron door, adding bright red blossoms to the old black and yellow iron door.
Zhang Xiaoqiang saw clearly who the owners of the two corpses were, one was the old Maozi who was maimed by Yuan Yi, and the other was the old alcoholic who guarded the chicken coop. They died miserably, very miserably. The eyeballs of the two are gone, only two black eye sockets are left. The old drunkard still has his mouth open, and the teeth in his mouth have also been knocked out. His body is full of whip wounds, club wounds, cut wounds, and even flames. Burns, Zhang Xiaoqiang's hair stood on end when he saw it, no wonder the people in front all backed away, even if he saw it, he couldn't stand it.
Looking at the crazy men in the iron gate, Zhang Xiaoqiang couldn't think of what made them so crazy. Even if they rebelled and robbed the chicken farm of food, how many days would the food last? After eating, do they have the courage to go outside and snatch it from the zombies? Is this their last madness
Seeing this group of irrational men, Zhang Xiaoqiang felt familiar. He had seen this scene before. He saw the Indonesian massacre in 1998 on the video. This is how those crazy Indonesians treated their compatriots, burning, looting, Raped, killed, and dismembered, they walked through the city with their heads in their hands, and those Indonesians applauded.
Now my former compatriots are doing the same atrocities as the Indonesians, what makes them so crazy? To be able to get there is to let them eat chicken feed for a few days? Or do they want to vent their inner madness together, and then destroy with others
The people inside suddenly ran around like a nest exploded, the howling sound became louder and louder, howling ghosts and wolves pierced into the sky, and then another group of people carried two wide wooden planks to the door. People, those two people were still writhing on the wooden board, their limbs were nailed to the wooden board, and the blood stained the wooden board under them red.
There were a man and a woman on the wooden board. Both of them were stripped of their clothes. They just lay naked on the wooden board. The male was the barrel of a cannon whose leg was broken by Yuan Yi. The female Zhang Xiaoqiang had never seen it before. A middle-aged woman with a very fat body, with layers of white flesh on her abdomen and waist.
The wooden plank nailed to the barrel was erected, and the barrel kept howling loudly for them to give them a good time, but the group of people went crazy. They cut off the limbs of the barrel, and then castrated him, and the eyeballs were crushed like the old man and the others. Digging down until his belly was ripped open.
The remains of the gun chamber were also hung on the iron gate, and the blood continued to drip until the iron gate and the ground under him were completely stained red. The crowd on Zhang Xiaoqiang's side squatted on the ground and vomited wildly. Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the corpse in the gun chamber and fainted. Nausea, suddenly a figure with a faint fragrance jumped into his arms, Shangguan Qiaoyun buried his head firmly in Zhang Xiaoqiang's arms.