Ji Thrush and Ren Jianmo took some food and drinking water from the old pastor and returned to Mo Tiangen.
Teacher Dagen worked hard and was nervous for a whole day, and he was too tired to bear. When Ji and Ren returned, he sat against the wall and fell into a state of being half asleep and half awake. I can't even open it.
Ji Thrush kicked Mo Tiangen's calf twice with his toe: "Mr. Dagen, wake up, come and eat something."
Mo Tiangen hummed vaguely, turned his face away: "Don't hit me, don't eat or eat."
"Tsk!"
Ji Thrush was speechless, grabbing his shoulder rudely and shaking him, and finally woke him up.
The three of them leaned against the corner of the cellar and shared the food on hand.
"Oh, I really want to go back to 'Peach Blossom Spring' soon."
While chewing the musty-smelling bread, Mr. Dagen missed the magical cooking cabinet in his room that could automatically provide him with three meals a day, and set a FLAG for himself through gritted teeth:
"I haven't had time to taste the steamed sea bass and Buddha jumping over the wall yet! Even for them, I definitely can't die here!"
Ji Thrush also felt that the dry biscuits in his mouth were really hard to swallow, but the survivors in the town were about to run out of water and food, and they also distributed some food to them, so they also knew that if they were still picking and choosing Four, it's just too shameless.
After eating, the three of them wrapped themselves in a blanket and lay down against the wall to rest.
Mr. Dagen has always been a big-hearted person with a good quality of sleep. As soon as the upper eyelid touched the lower eyelid, he was overwhelmed by deep sleepiness, and soon went to meet Zhou Gong.
Although the cellar located under the church is very spacious, it can almost be called the scale of a small civil defense fortification.
But now there are fifteen people squeezed in at once. Although it can't be described as "crowded", it is indeed not that spacious.
In addition, the survivors have lived in this place for half a month, and the ventilation in the cellar is really mediocre, and it is unavoidably damp and damp. The townspeople usually dare not go out easily, and eat, drink and scatter all here. Over time, it will inevitably make the indoor smell more turbid.
Season thrush was wrapped in the thin blanket that was looted from a house in the town, and lay on the hard damp concrete floor.
Two ladies, Rose and Anne, were asleep not far above his head, and two meters away were two soldiers who hadn't yet turned to be on duty at night, and a few surviving villagers were directly facing his heels.
In the darkness, the sounds of snoring and teeth grinding come and go, like a majestic sleep symphony, making people upset.
Ji thrush thought bitterly of an old incident in his middle school.
At that time, he was selected as a candidate for the youth team for the first time, and participated in the training camp with the 20th and 30th little carrot heads sent from various provinces and cities. It was also the same as now, with more than ten people sleeping in a Chase bunk.
On the night of the first day, all the young contestants were very excited. After the lights were turned off, no one felt sleepy. More than a dozen children gathered together to play and fight, chatting, bragging and knocking their teeth until after two o'clock in the morning. Gradually quiet down, one by one fell asleep.
At that time, Ji Thrush was considered a little older among these half-sized boys, and his personality was also stable.
Before that, he hardly participated in everyone's sleeping meeting, but he didn't fall asleep, but after the end, all the most lively people fell asleep, but he became the last one who was still awake...
At that time, it seemed to be the same. There were breathing sounds belonging to other people, multiple snoring sounds, teeth grinding sounds, vague dreams, and some very young children who were disturbed in their dreams because they left home. Sobbing...
While recalling the past, Ji Thrush forced himself to close his eyes, pretending that he was just participating in a relatively difficult training camp.
in a minute.
Five minutes later.
Ten minutes later.
With a "swish", Ji Thrush hugged the quilt and sat up straight.
—Day, can’t sleep!
He stood up, turned on the flashlight, narrowed the aperture to the darkest, and looked around.
Mo Tiangen was on his left, sleeping like a dead pig. It would be difficult to wake him up unless he was punched and kicked.
On the other hand, Ren Jianmo was sleeping on his right side, facing the wall sideways, wrapped himself in a dirty blue-gray blanket, quietly motionless, it was hard to tell whether he was asleep or awake .
If it was farther away, the light of Ji Thrush's flashlight would not be able to cover it, and he could barely make out some vague outlines, letting him know that other people were nearby.
Ji Thrush got up, stood on tiptoe and stepped over Mr. Dagen, then flashed the flashlight, and like a nimble swimming fish, passed through the scattered sleepers, walked towards the cabinet in the corner of the cellar, and found the door. A small door hidden behind the cabinet.
He wanted to look at the clock tower.
The stairs leading to the top of the bell tower are quite narrow and steep, barely enough for one person to pass.
With a flashlight in his left hand, Ji Thrush climbed up the spiral staircase while holding on to the mottled and uneven stone wall with his right hand.
He felt that he should have climbed to a height of four or five floors before he finally climbed to the top.
When Ji Thrush participated in international competitions before, he also visited some local churches after the competition. However, he had never seen such a tall, narrow, old-fashioned small bell tower before.
A copper bell as big as a water tank is hung on the top of the bell tower, and there is a circular window with a diameter of about half a meter and a width in the four directions of the wall.
The spire of the clock tower was built very high, and the bottom edge of the window just reached his chin. Ji Thrush stood on tiptoe, stretched his neck, and poked his head out of the window to look down.
As far as I could see, I could only see a small section of gray-white wall below the window sill, and the dark night that almost swallowed people up.
Ji Thrush is still not very familiar with the layout of Sunset Town, and the surroundings are almost completely dark. No matter how good his eyesight is, it is still difficult to see the direction clearly in the starless and moonless night.
He tiptoed for a while, and finally found a lighted building among the trees.
That was the clinic they stayed in before, and they turned on the lights.
Now those few brightly lit rooms have become the only remaining light sources in the whole town, and the only signposts that can point him in the right direction.
Ji Thrush couldn't help shivering.
According to the characteristics of the monsters that the soldiers told him, those skeletons walking in the dark can neither see nor pronounce, and with such a distance, they should not be able to hear his movement on the clock tower, let alone smell it. Less than his breath.
So he should be safe here.
However, it is probably due to human psychology. When you are in a dark and dangerous situation, you will always subconsciously think that only in a closed environment surrounded by high walls can you be considered safe.
Like Ji Xiaoniao, standing alone in a chilly tower with air leaks everywhere, I really feel terrified no matter how I look at it.
Therefore, Ji Thrush thought that he should end this meaningless expedition, and obediently went back to sleep.
However, just as he was about to turn around, a hand was placed on his shoulder without warning.
Ji Thrush only felt that even if his psychological endurance was a little bit weaker, he should be scared into a cardiac arrest right now, end his adventure in this "world" early, and return directly to eternal sleep.
His scalp was numb, his mind went blank, and he was about to blurt out a series of screams instinctively.
But the person behind him was faster than him, and when his first word barely slipped to his throat, the other hand tightly covered his mouth.
"Don't shout."
Ji Thrush heard a familiar voice whispering against his ear: "It's me."
Poor classmate Ji Xiaoniao, his heart just fell back into his chest, and he was trembling from the hot air behind his ears, his face turned red from forehead to the root of his neck.
- It's Ren Jianmo!
"Wooooow!"
He nodded again and again, indicating that he would not yell, and the other party could let him go.
Ren Jianmo really let go of the hand covering Ji Thrush's mouth.
"What, did it scare you?"
There was a faint smile hidden in his words.
Ji Thrush's heart was still pounding, and he even stuttered when he spoke, "You, how could you, come up?"
"Come to find you."
Ren Jianmo replied in a flat tone, as if it was a matter of course, "I'm afraid you will get lost."
Ji Thrush quickly retorted:
"I, I won't go out, how could I get lost!"
But then, seeing the teasing hint in Ren Jianmo's eyes, he immediately realized that he was being played as a joke by the other party, and he couldn't help feeling annoyed.
Ji Xiaoniao just felt that he was so stupid. He was like a young boy in love in front of the other party, and his heartbeat would be accelerated by a sentence from his dream lover who didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional...
-wait…
Ji Thrush was taken aback by the metaphor that came to his mind.
- What a love affair!
- what dream lover!
—You are in the late stage of color control and there is no cure. As long as you are a beauty, you can bend over whenever you want regardless of gender!
Ji Xiaoniao started a deep self-reflection in her heart, and seriously warned herself that this is just a socialist brotherhood, don't think too much!
He thought that he had never even held a girl's hand in a mother's solo, which was equivalent to not even playing the novice tutorial. Where did the courage come from? Take down a super-difficult object that is a three-in-one combination of mysterious beauty and prosperity plus the same gender!
— No, no, what am I thinking!
If Ren Jianmo wasn't by his side, he would have stretched out his hand and slapped himself a few times.
—I didn't miss him! No way to take him down!
Ji Thrush shook his head, maintaining his last stubbornness of being a straight man for nineteen years, trying to shake off those messy thoughts in his mind.
Ren Jianmo: "..."
He thinks this kid is really fun, and the inner drama is too rich, right
Ren Damei looked at classmate Ji Xiaoniao who was flushed red at the first words by herself, and held her chest. The expression on her face changed three times in a minute, and she was blank, dazed, and shocked, and she looked a little selfish at the moment I hate it, it's really cute no matter how you look at it.
"how about you?"
Ren Jianmo pursed his lips and asked in a low voice, "Why do you sneak up to the bell tower without sleeping in the middle of the night?"