Xu Le slowly put down his rifle. Although he said it lightly, his fingers that were shaking so much that he had no idea where to put them still revealed some of his feelings at the moment.
Looking at the red and white in front of him, Xu Le took a deep breath:
"Is it resolved?"
After a while, he said to himself:
“It’s solved.”
Sitting on the creaking bed, Xu Le felt that his pants were sticking to his butt, which was very uncomfortable.
His blank mind gradually came up with some ideas. He was thinking about whether he should make some post-war summary after killing the first monster in his life
After thinking for a while, he wrote on the bed board with charcoal:
"I probably won, since Lao Zhou is already dead anyway.
I wanted to light a cigarette for myself, but found that I didn’t have any cigarettes and I couldn’t smoke.
This sadness is for no reason. I look sadly at Old Zhou standing at my feet. I probably killed him.
I have about two thoughts: one is that I don’t want to die here, and the other is that I also don’t want to die here.”
Having written this, Xu Le's mouth twitched. Is this considered a post-war summary
When can I get rid of this bad habit of writing Lu Shuwen
He took another look at Lao Zhou's body and silently wiped off the words.
I probably feel a little guilty towards Lao Zhou in my heart.
Xu Le narrowed his eyes.
"One more left!"
After simply cleaning his clothes, Xu Le began to check the gun.
The fact that a zombie could be shot in the head with one shot was enough to show that the musket was powerful enough.
Load the round bullets and pull the bolt again.
After doing all this, Xu Le, who had the experience of killing the enemy, became more confident.
He forced himself to calm down and began to look for the hot feeling he had before.
The image of eating too many mushrooms reappeared in his mind.
But this time, there are no weird text prompts.
There was no further mention of the strangeness that would occur at midnight.
Xu Le was a little confused, because he remembered those words.
The house was dilapidated and something strange would happen at 0 o'clock. These prompts were clearly written at the time.
According to previous situations, there should be new prompts at this time.
But why is there no response now
Xu Le didn't have a clock, so to predict the strange things that happened, he could only count numbers in his mind to keep track of the time, trying to make it correspond to the upcoming 0 o'clock as much as possible.
Hold the musket tightly and be prepared to deal with the second monster you may encounter.
298, 299, 300…
Xu Le:
I've counted to 300, and my counting pace is not fast, so it should be past midnight, but why didn't anything strange happen
Well, I think it's probably scared...
Bah, bah, bah, can you please not have an attack at this time
Xu Le did not relax himself. He held up the gun in his hand and counted to 600 again.
It was not until his arms became sore and sweat soaked the carbon powder in his hands and made them sticky that he reluctantly put down the gun.
Fatigue made him a little listless, but he didn't dare to relax.
"Really?"
Xu Le still did not let go of the gun. Weapons are the real guarantee of safety.
He would not be like those idiots in TV dramas who would just throw their weapons on the ground for a little food and water.
Xu Le looked at the biscuits and water he had put aside, and licked his lips which were a little chapped due to excessive dehydration.
“That’s true… but I’m really thirsty.”
He moved his body, picked up the water bottle, and struggled to unscrew the cap with one hand.
Then he looked straight ahead with a squint and took a few big gulps of "Tun Tun Tun".
call!
His back was sweating profusely again. Xu Le knew that this was a natural stress response of the body after replenishing water for a short period of time. It was normal.
He calmed his breathing and held the rifle in his arms.
Xu Le started eating the biscuits and the flattened bread at hand.
The taste of this cookie is pretty good, not very delicate, but the chive flavor really makes the hungry Xu Le's appetite increase.
He ate more than a dozen pieces in a row, and almost finished the whole bag of compressed biscuits before he slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
squeak!
There was a slight sound at the door, and Xu Le immediately stood up with the gun in his hand, but what appeared at the door was just an ordinary mouse.
The sound just now was just the sound of it stepping on a small piece of wood.
Even living creatures like mice appeared, and those strange texts did not continue to prompt.
Xu Le's tense mood finally calmed down.
My eyelids feel heavy, but I can’t sleep at this time. That would be too dangerous.
Forcing himself to keep going, Xu Le began to add some wet firewood.
The musty smell spread throughout the house, but Xu Le enjoyed the smell somewhat. This was probably the feeling of being alive.
Xu Le stared at the flickering flames with a calm expression.
Until... Squeak!
Another mouse appeared at the door of the house, and it seemed to be in the same position.
Xu Le was still nervous. He held the gun and looked up. After confirming that there was no problem, he turned his attention back to the food in his hand.
"Phew, so nervous."
After a long time, Xu Le's nervous mood gradually calmed down.
He estimated that nearly ten minutes had passed.
Except that the air was hotter and more muggy than before, there was no other change.
Xu Le thought that the stuffiness was probably due to being too close to the campfire.
He stood up and shook his clothes to let the biscuit crumbs fall to the ground.
Then he sat on the ground again, holding his gun, and hummed a little tune like those old soldiers who had never returned home:
“The evening star is like your eyes that kill and set fire.
You don't have to say anything, the wild wind disturbs me..."
squeak!
The tune I had just started humming was interrupted by the uninvited guest who appeared again.
Still the door, still the same location, still the same mouse.
Xu Le lowered his head, his hair hiding his eyes, and after a while, he raised his head again.
In addition to confusion, there was also some suspicion in his eyes.
mouse
It was the same mouse! Same size, same position, same sound.
When Xu Le looked at that location again, the mouse was no longer there.
The wind blew in again, blowing the campfire in front of Xu Le and drying the sweat on Xu Le's body.
Xu Le, who had been feeling very hot, suddenly felt a little cold at this moment.
He looked outside the house. It was pitch black and he couldn't see anything clearly.
But he always felt that there seemed to be something extra in that darkness.
Xu Le tightly grasped the rifle in his hand, but his heartbeat and breathing had already begun to speed up unnaturally.
Faster and faster, more and more urgent!
Drink~drink~!
As time went by, Xu Le found it increasingly difficult to breathe and gasped for air, but even so, the breathlessness feeling did not ease at all.
I raised my gun and looked around, but there was nothing there.
He realized something, but had no idea how to save himself.
Until the recurring mouse showed up at the door again.
Bang!
Xu Le shot without hesitation, as if this was his last chance.
He didn't know whether he had hit the mouse or not. The feeling of suffocation had already made his vision blurry.
After the shot, the air stagnated for a moment, and the flames in front of him finally twisted again.
The current house is in a dilapidated and unsealed state, and a level 1 anomaly will occur at midnight in 3 seconds.
In addition to the text, the whisper with the accent also appeared.
You are dying! Do you need my help? But you have no tribute.
Xu Le took a deep breath, his blurry vision gradually became clear, and the feeling of suffocation disappeared.
Xu Le raised his gun and looked towards the door, then loaded the bullet in a slightly panicked manner and pulled the bolt.
Nothing happened.
No more rats, no more suffocation, and no more cold.
Xu Le breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to wipe the sweat off his face with his sleeves, but he suddenly found that his arms felt heavy.
Then he remembered the vague whisper just now.
Are you going to die
Thinking of this, Xu Le seemed to have realized something and suddenly looked to his right.
Old Zhou!
An old man named Zhou was standing there, grinning and smiling at him.
bump!
Xu Le raised his hand and fired another shot, but when the bullet passed through Lao Zhou's body, it only produced circles of ripples, as if it had passed through an invisible surface of water.
Old Zhou walked towards Xu Le with a smile. At this distance, it was too late to change bullets.
And even if you change the bullets, it will have no effect.
In panic, everything around Xu Le was distorted.
Fear is a delicacy that all weirdos savor, and your fear will attract them.
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You are really going to die! What a pity.
The hints, words, and whispers made Xu Le's entire senses confused.
As Lao Zhou got closer, the feeling of suffocation became stronger and stronger.
Xu Le's face had turned purple at this time. He opened his mouth wide but couldn't breathe any air.
I saw Lao Zhou walking through the campfire unhindered.
Xu Le already understood that this second monster had no entity at all!
How to kill without a physical body
Such strangeness was completely unexplainable to him at this moment.
He is going to die!
Death was about to come, and the heat was getting stronger and stronger. His fear and anger seemed to be cleared at this moment.
His mind briefly cleared up, and then he shouted:
"I have tribute, help me!"