The City of Terror

Chapter 2: Slug?

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ps: Thank you Deng Jun, qqqq753102 two book friends for their enthusiastic rewards! After rubbing his face and forcing himself to calm down for a while, the more cautious Wei Xiaobei didn't go out immediately, but searched the rooms one by one, looking for some useful substances.

A dagger, a disposable lighter, three empty wine bottles, a bag of salt, and a small backpack.

The dagger was dug out from Zhou Lijun's drawer, which Wei Xiaobei did not expect, that Zhou Lijun looked honest, usually he couldn't fart, and he hid such a murder weapon, which was a bit unexpected.

The so-called "Yanren out of leopards" probably refers to people like Zhou Lijun. On the surface, they are so honest that they can't even fart, but in fact, they are full of some kind of commotion inside, but they are suppressed by the external environment.

The edge of the dagger was a little rusty, but it was much stronger than the rusted steel pipe. Wei Xiaobei rubbed it on the whetstone dozens of times, and the slightly heated edge showed its sharpness again. Coming sharply made Wei Xiaobei somewhat satisfied.

Lighters can be used to ignite and illuminate.

Empty wine bottles can hold water and serve as weapons by the way, but salt is essential.

By the way, Zhou Lijun still has a few pornographic pictorials in his drawer. Although they are quite worn out, they can be used to wipe his butt when necessary. After all, no matter how difficult life is, Wei Xiaobei really doesn't have the habit of scraping his butt with wood chips.

Things have become like this, Wei Xiaobei knows that the only thing he can do is to survive in this changed world! And any resource that may be useful can't be given up until you go back!

With a dagger stuck in his waist belt, an empty wine bottle in his right hand and the rest in his backpack, Wei Xiaobei carefully opened the door and walked into the outside world.

A gust of autumn wind blew past, rolled up several dead leaves on the ground, and a gust of coolness hit Wei Xiaobei's body slightly.

After a while, Wei Xiaobei smiled, feeling a little too nervous.

Bypassing the flower terrace, Wei Xiaobei stood at the gate of the yard.

This is the urban-rural junction of Cuihu City. With the continuous expansion of the city and the active economy, the farmers here have also found ways to increase their income. It is also considered a fortune to convert their small farmyards into rental houses. decent income.

White-collar, gray-collar, and blue-collar workers who are struggling to survive in the city are greedy for cheap rent and rent houses here one after another. The price they pay is that they need to get up an hour or an hour and a half earlier every day, eating pancakes and soybean milk, and squeezing Bus, subway to work.

In fact, situations like this are not uncommon in major cities across the country.

Because of this, the situation outside the gate of the yard can be imagined. There are small farmyards like this on both sides of a concrete road, and scattered garbage can be seen everywhere on the road.

Not a single person was there, and the walls of some courtyards had partially collapsed, looking extremely dilapidated, which made Wei Xiaobei's heart even colder.

Fortunately, before this, Wei Xiaobei was mentally prepared, so he would not be desperate.

Wei Xiaobei leaned against the courtyard wall and walked forward cautiously. He remembered that there was a canteen not far in front of him. Although they sold counterfeit and inferior food and water such as Master Bran and Farmer's Three Fists, at least it could make people feel better. Disarm yourself.

Before he had gone far, a storefront appeared in front of Wei Xiaobei's eyes. The signboard on it had been broken in half, and there were only Fat Dama left in the six words Fat Dama Commissary.

The half pull of the aluminum alloy rolling shutter door disappeared, leaving just a gap for entry and exit.

Wei Xiaobei lowered his body and entered the canteen.

The light in the canteen was extremely dim, Wei Xiaobei lit the lighter, and a little yellow flame made the canteen a bit brighter.

Wei Xiaobei opened his eyes wide and searched.

Most of the things here are rotten and mildewed. After a lot of hard work, Wei Xiaobei finally found two boxes of mineral water and one box of compressed biscuits produced somewhere.

As for whether the mineral water was still drinkable, Wei Xiaobei, whose throat was already so thirsty that it was about to burn, couldn't care less. He unscrewed a bottle of mineral water and poured it.

Comfortable! Cool!

After drinking most of the bottle of mineral water in one go, Wei Xiaobei felt extremely happy.

What is happiness

It's what you get when you need it most, after a lot of hard work.

Mineral water and compressed biscuits were put into the backpack one by one.

The backpack is not big, so there is no room for just five bottles of mineral water and ten packs of compressed biscuits.

Wei Xiaobei put the remaining water and compressed biscuits in a corner of the canteen, waiting to be used later.

After finishing all this work, Wei Xiaobei felt a sense of tiredness welling up in his heart. So many things before made him exhausted.

Um? Suddenly, Wei Xiaobei seemed to hear something, grabbed the empty wine bottle with his right hand, put his left hand on the dagger at his waist, walked lightly to the shutter door, and carefully looked towards the street outside.

With just one glance, all the muscles in Wei Xiaobei's body tensed up!

On the street with some plastic garbage bags scattered around, a man wearing a T-shirt on his upper body and jeans on his lower body is panting and running. More than two meters behind him, there is a wrist-thick, about one meter long, covering the whole body. Covered with a layer of blue greasy, slug-like worms swam towards the man.

Bugs like slugs, no matter how big or small they are, are not cute, only disgusting.

Wei Xiaobei didn't think the giant slug was disgusting, but he felt some inexplicable tingling in his back, and at the same time he was worried about the man who was running for his life.

At this time, Wei Xiaobei had already recognized the man. He had seen this man a few times before at a noodle stall on the street. He was wearing security clothes at that time. He liked to eat noodles with fried sauce, but his name was unknown.

I don't know if the giant slug's perception is too keen, or Wei Xiaobei's movement towards the rolling shutter door was detected by it, the two tentacles on the top of the giant slug's head turned to the side of the canteen.

Between the two tentacles, traces of blue electric sparks are quietly generated, and a ring-shaped mouth full of small sharp teeth opens, giving people a great visual impact.

There is no doubt that no matter how you look at it, this giant slug is not a good stubble. Besides, just by looking at its teeth, you can tell that it will not be a vegetarian.

Seeing that the giant slug behind him suddenly slowed down, the man in front suddenly accelerated his speed, trying to escape.

But at this moment, a shining blue electric arc emerged from between the tentacles of the giant slug, passing through a distance of less than five meters in the blink of an eye, and precisely hit the man.

The current surged through the man's body, and the man fell to the ground in an instant.