The old man and his grandson concentrated on eating biscuits. The eight special soldiers felt hungry after a day of hard work. They all took out dry food to satisfy their hunger. Only Song Haoran carefully rubbed the photos in his wallet, his dark eyes covered by bottomless eyes Missing.
"Major General, eat something and replenish your strength in time. Otherwise, you won't have the energy to look for Gong Lixin." A general patted him on the shoulder and persuaded him in a low voice.
"En." Song Haoran nodded in response, closed his wallet, put it in his close-fitting pocket, took out a bag of compressed biscuits and chewed it mechanically.
Looking at the major general who lost his soul, several subordinates who were close to him looked at each other and shook their heads helplessly.
The boy stuffed biscuits into his mouth one by one, and swallowed without chewing, almost choking. His grandfather immediately stepped forward to pat him on the back, finally letting him breathe.
"Are you here to find the person in the photo?" The boy patted his chest and asked out of breath.
"Yes, we won't go back if we don't find him. You are temporarily hiding here for two days, and we will contact a large force to pick you up. By the way, are there any other survivors besides you?" A special soldier saw Song The major general had no intention of answering, and asked for him.
"I've seen it, but they're all dead. They're too daring. There's a death triangle in front of them. Let them not go there. They deserve to die!" The young man's tone was contemptuous, as if he was against his strategy of hiding in an air-raid shelter and waiting to die. Very proud.
Everyone was silent and ignored him. This child has a cold-blooded tone in his speech, selfish personality, cowardice and cowardice, which makes them especially disliked. Song Haoran raised his head and glanced at him, his eyes were as sharp as a knife and cold. The child's behavior reminded him of Gong Xiangyi, and a hostility surged in his heart unconsciously.
The boy flinched from being stared at by Song Haoran, and immediately shut up. After a few more minutes, he bite the bullet and said, "Show me your photo too, my grandpa hasn't seen it, maybe I have."
Song Haoran bowed his head and pondered, and finally handed over the photo. As long as there is a trace of clues, he will not give up.
The young man took the photo, looked it up close to the light, Song Haoran narrowed his eyes slightly, and locked on his movements and expressions tightly. Half a minute later, the young man raised his head, looked at Song Haoran, and said regretfully, "I have seen this person before, on the day when the apocalypse broke out, and I happened to come here to give grandpa living expenses that day. However, he is already dead. I was eaten by a group of zombies at the corner in front of the alley. At that time, he shouted for help, but there were too many zombies, so I didn’t dare to go there. Sorry!”
The boy's eyes were red as he spoke, and he lowered his head in shame. His grandfather looked surprised. Seeing his grandson sad, he quickly reached out to pat his back to comfort him, and then looked at Song Haoran apologetically, with sympathy in his eyes.
Song Haoran stared at his grandfather and grandson expressionlessly, and didn't answer for a long time, the atmosphere in the cave gradually became gloomy.
The young man secretly gritted his teeth, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said softly, "Brother, don't be sad. This is how the end of the world is. Maybe it's this moment, maybe it's the next moment. People will face death at any time. You want to be more open." He's dead, what are you going to do? Are you going to retreat? Can you bring me and grandpa?"
This is his real purpose. He didn't want to stay in this ghostly place for a moment. God knows if the army will come to pick them up after Song Haoran and his party leave. Instead of waiting in despair, he should hold on tightly to the person in front of him.
"When you saw him, what kind of clothes was he wearing?" Song Haoran closed his eyes and asked in an extremely calm tone, but a storm was brewing in his dark pupils.
The young man's eyes flashed slightly, he secretly squeezed the corner of his clothes, and said pretending to be calm, "He was seriously injured, covered in blood, and surrounded by a group of zombies, I didn't see clearly."
"Heh~" Seeing the boy's guilty little movements, Song Haoran sneered, suddenly grabbed his skirt, pulled him fiercely in front of him, quickly pulled out the pistol from his waist with the other hand, and pressed against him vigorously The temple, the tone is cold, full of evil spirits, "You have the ability to look into my eyes, say it again! You are right, the end of the world, people will die at any time, guess, will you die the next moment?"
The boy felt the heavy pressure on his temples and the coldness of the gun barrel, his legs and feet trembled, and he was so frightened that he lost control of himself and was speechless for a long time.
All this happened so suddenly that everyone had no time to react. The young man had already fallen into the hands of the irrational Song Haoran, and his life was hanging by a thread. The old man was so startled that he almost fainted, and the other eight people rushed forward to stop him.
It's a pity that Song Haoran, who was in a rage, had extremely strong hands, and he refused to let go no matter how much he pulled. A group of generals did not dare to force it, fearing that the pistol would go off, so they had to keep persuading them.
Song Haoran stared at the person in his hand with bloodshot eyes, not listening to the words of his subordinates. Obviously, Gong Lixin is his Ni Lin, and no one can touch it. He doesn't care if the other party is a minor or not, minors have the right to be willful? Underage children can sacrifice the lives of others at will in order to survive for themselves? What's the point? His Li Xin is also living outside, suffering from hunger and fear. If he really believes, who will save him? !
Thinking of this, Song Haoran's expression was ferocious, and the fingertip holding the trigger moved.
"Hey, what's going on here?" At the very moment, a middle-aged man came in with a paper bag in one hand and a blood-stained knife in the other. When he saw the sudden addition of nine people, his expression was surprised, and he saw one of them. He actually pointed a gun at Zhao Jing's head, and he was startled suddenly, and asked stammeringly.
"Dahai, save Xiaojing!" the seventy-year-old man hurriedly shouted at the man.
"Brother Dahai, save me!" The boy's voice trembled, tears streaming down his face.
"Brother, if you have something to say, Xiaojing is still a child! Looking at your clothes, you should be a soldier, right? Is that what soldiers are like? Point a gun at a civilian's head?" The man hurried forward, trying to pull Open Song Haoran's hand.
Song Haoran glanced at him, his heartless gaze made the other party feel suffocated, it's hard to say. Song Haoran gritted his teeth, looked at Zhao Jing again, and said in a deep voice, "Say what you just said again!"
"I, I dare not, I'm lying, I'm all lying. I haven't seen him at all, I just want you to take me out quickly, I don't want to stay here for a second. He's not dead, He is definitely not dead!" The boy said incoherently with tears and snot all over his face.
Song Haoran tightened his grip on the handle of the gun, gave the young man a deep look with his knife-sharp eyesight, and finally let go of his veined hand, and threw him out viciously. The old man quickly hugged his grandson who had rolled aside, and hid in a corner, keeping away from Song Haoran. Although it was the grandson who cheated first, this person is too ruthless, how can he compare a child's head with a gun? !
The rest of the people breathed a sigh of relief and thought: Fortunately, the major general finally regained his sanity and did not kill anyone.
Although Song Haoran has a bad temper, he has always abided by his duties as a soldier, and has never done anything against a powerless civilian. It was the first time they had seen such a cruel and ruthless side.
Song Haoran sat in the corner with a blank expression on his face while holding the gun. The others were as quiet as a cicada, not daring to make a sound for fear of disturbing him. In the air-raid shelter, you can hear the quiet needle drop, and even the air is stagnant, making you feel depressing. Just at this moment, there was a crisp "didi" sound in the hole.
"Major General, it seems that your communicator is ringing." Seeing that Song Haoran didn't respond, a special soldier cautiously reminded him.
"Huh?" Song Haoran suddenly came back to his senses, quickly pulled out the communicator from his waist, and pressed the call button.
"Hey, is that Brother Song?" The young man's crisp and melodious voice came from the microphone clearly, Song Haoran's expression was startled, his brows raised, and he was so excited that he couldn't speak.
"Brother Song, are you there?" There was no response, the boy asked again patiently.
"Here! Brother Song is here!" It took a lot of effort for Song Haoran to suppress the choking and trembling in his voice, tears welled up in his resolute eyes, and his eye sockets were slightly red.
Hearing the major general's incomparably gentle voice, feeling the ice on his body melt instantly, exuding a strong warmth, the hearts of the generals who came with him moved, and they all stood up straight, pricked up their ears, and carefully identified the lingering sound in the microphone.
"Brother Song, I miss you so much!" The young man's voice was soft and waxy, full of undisguised nostalgia, and it was sent directly to Song Haoran's eardrums from the microphone. Song Haoran's high-hanging heart slowly fell back to his chest, and waves of throbbing and numbness spread throughout his body, making him smile uncontrollably, with an extremely gentle expression.
"I miss you too!" Song Haoran laughed lowly.
The temperature in the cave was rising steadily, and the generals looked at each other with expressions of joy on their faces. It's Gong Lixin! This call came too timely, and the major general would go crazy in just a few seconds at night.
"Brother Song, are you injured? Where are you now?" In the microphone, Gong Lixin asked with concern.
"I'm fine, I'm not hurt, how are you? Where are you now?" Song Haoran suppressed his smile, with a hint of anxiety in his eyes, afraid of hearing bad news.
"I'm fine, I'm with Brother Lin now. Where are you? I'll pick you up!" Just as the young man finished speaking, a deep male voice came from the other end, and he said seriously, "Hao Ran, tell me your location , we'll come pick you up by helicopter."
Song Haoran reported the location, and finally warned Lin Wenbo solemnly, "Just send someone to pick him up, don't let Li Xin come over, it's very dangerous!"
There was silence for a while, and Lin Wenbo's voice sounded again, "I just looked at the map. Your place is not suitable for planes to land. It is best to find an open and flat place. Do you know that there is an outdoor tennis court next to Zhongling Building? Go there and wait." us!"
"I know that place!" Hearing the lingering sound from the microphone, the man named Dahai said excitedly. The grandpa and grandson in the corner also regained their composure, looked at Song Haoran full of expectations, and no longer felt that he was scary.
Song Haoran nodded slightly towards Haihai, then turned to the microphone and said, "Understood, just connect there."
"The plane will arrive in an hour, so get ready," Lin Wenbo said solemnly.
Song Haoran responded in a low voice, and was about to hang up the phone when Gong Lixin's crisp voice came again, "Brother Song, don't be afraid, I will pick you up soon, be careful!"
Song Haoran's heart went numb for a while, and then he was startled, and repeatedly scolded Gong Lixin into the microphone for not coming. What responded to him was a dull 'beep' sound, and he was so angry that he punched the ground.
"Major General, don't be angry, Li Xin is so kind and righteous! You are still here to pick you up in such danger." A subordinate hurriedly comforted him, and seeing the major general's expression softened, he continued, "Let's go to the tennis court early and clean it up. , as soon as the helicopter lands, board the plane immediately, there will be no danger."
Song Haoran nodded, and said in a deep voice, "Let's go, let's go to the tennis court now!" Thinking that he would soon see the boy he misses day and night, he couldn't wait.
Dahai led the way, Song Haoran stood by his side to protect, the grandfather and grandson were sandwiched between the other eight people, crawled under the car, and crawled towards the tennis court.