After the Strange Talk Prevails

　　 In fact, from the perspective of the slaves, they are the lowest level of living creatures in this convoy. They have no weapons, weak physical strength, and wear anklets and bracelets, and they are inconvenient to move.

　　If the guards finally decide to kill them, they will never resist.

　　Because they recognize this, they know what the other passengers and the guards are thinking.

　　 Driven by the weird will to survive, everyone will finally think of the same thing, which is to reduce the consumption of materials and extend the time of survival as much as possible.

　　 And these slaves used for trafficking, as the creatures with the lowest status in the convoy, must be the first batch to be abandoned.

　　 That gang of slaves just recognized this, and they made the kind of action-take the initiative to save food for others, and solve the problem of food consumption internally.

　　 Zhou Ming can conclude that this was by no means a coincidence. From the fact that this happened in two vehicles at the same time, and it was on the night when the sand ghosts attacked, one could guess that they had planned for a long time.

　　 They deliberately selected the chaotic and noisy sand ghost attack night, just to kill the ten women unstoppable.

　　 After listening to Zhou Ming, he looked up at the poisonous scorpion and asked: "How did you tell them afterwards?"

　　 The poisonous scorpion stared down at Zhou Ming, feeling incredible for his composure, wondering if he didn't think this incident was outrageous?

　　 "I said that the food is sufficient to stay out of the lost area."

　　 Zhou Ming nodded, and then asked, "Have you lost those corpses?"

　　 The poisonous scorpion was taken aback, and everyone else was taken aback, everyone's sight fell on the poisonous scorpion.

　　 He lowered his head, his voice sank: "Not yet, I put them in the carriage."

There were still many people talking just now, but after the poisonous scorpion said this sentence, no one spoke. Everyone looked worried. Zhou Ming did not hear any retort. No one said "those Why are the corpses left? They should be disposed of."

　　 No one questioned him, "Why do you keep the body?"

Everyone knew what it meant to leave the body in the car and take it away. They all knew what would happen next, but none of them pierced the window paper. The only one who tried to stab him was Zhou Ming. , But it was only a light touch.

　　 Wang Siyan sat next to him, his expression very solemn.

　　 thought optimistically, if they go out tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, then the number of days to cross the Three Ram Rock Hill will not be too late, and the sandstorm is just an episode of this journey.

　　 But he thought not optimistically, if they could not find their way around in this lost area in the future, it would be inevitable that the supplies would be exhausted.

The most important thing is gasoline. Gasoline is the life of the team. Once the gasoline is exhausted, all the goods and food have to be left in place. People who are alive cannot walk out of the Sanyang Rock Hill. Basically, they will be sentenced at that time. death penalty.

　　 But before the gasoline runs out, something else will definitely happen.

　　 She can conclude that people will go crazy first before the car can't go.

　　 But for others, very precious resources are not precious to her and Zhou Ming.

　　 She and Zhou Ming can enter the masquerade party anytime and anywhere, and exchange money for food and water from others. Basically, they can't starve to death.

Even if they want, they can make everyone here alive, but that’s impossible. If they really do that, everyone will be curious about where their food comes from. After going out, someone will definitely treat others. People say it.

　　 has been paying attention to Zhou Ming's crying and smiling faces. Once he understands this weird rumor, he can easily perceive their true identity.

　　 That's too dangerous.

Zhou Ming also thought of this, and his thoughts were the same as Wang Siyan. He would not easily use the Grey Gate to keep these people alive. The two identities of the hunter and Zhou Ming are independent of each other, which is the best way for him to deal with crying and smiling faces. With a powerful method, he must not easily abandon this advantage.

　　 Of course, this kind of thing that has happened now, he will never let it happen again.

　　 "They are not right, are you going to be wrong too?" Zhou Ming heard Ping Xingyue's voice again.

Turning his head, he saw Ping Xingyue sitting in the corner of the car roof in a very chic posture. The deerstalker hat on top of his head was lowered to cover her eyes, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and he pulled out a very mysterious smile. .

While Zhou Ming looked at her, Ping Xingyue also raised her head. Her narrow eyes leaked out from under the brim of her hat. Those eyes were deep, wise, calm, and cold, like a lake covered in the shade of trees in summer, like the far north. The deep blue hole in the snow cave in the area can firmly attract the eyes of the beholder.

　　 "Don't compromise, do the right thing. Once you have the idea of ​​compromise, then you won't see the right way...don't give up searching."

　　 Zhou Ming appeared in a very brief trance. When he recovered, the phantom disappeared.

　　 This is the first time Zhou Ming wants to allow Ping Xingyue's illusion to continue to exist, and wants to talk to the other party, but he cannot actively summon the illusion.

That night, Zhou Ming dreamed of Ping Xingyue while sleeping. They were in an unfamiliar corridor, which was a bit like a hotel corridor. Next to it was a cement wall without putty. Doors on both sides were embedded in the wall. The corridor A white-lighted incandescent lamp is hung on the top of the lamp, which is hung down by a flexible wire.

The light can only illuminate a small area in the center of the corridor. Standing at Zhou Ming’s position, looking forward, there are round light spots projected on the ground. The round light spots are fixedly spaced apart. distance.

Walking in the corridor, people’s shadows constantly move on the wall with the change of angle and direction. Multiple light sources create multiple shadows, both thick and light. Those shadows are also like the guests here. The number of people in the corridor where there is only one person suddenly It's like more.

　　 Zhou Ming walked in front, and Ping Xingyue followed him, and the sound of their footsteps just staggered.

　　 "Where is this?" Zhou Ming asked in the dream.

　　 "Everyone has a crazy side, no one is exception." Ping Xingyue did not answer his question head-on, but said something inexplicably.

　　 In his dream, Zhou Ming didn't care about this, so he kept walking forward, and finally came to the end of this corridor, in front of a door.

　　 It was a big red door, and the bright colors showed the flow of blood under the light of the incandescent lamp overhead.

　　 And the wall where the door is located is no longer a bare concrete wall, but a layer of green paint, like a strange dark green dotted with a bleeding flower.

　　 Zhou Ming stared at the door, frowned slowly, and stretched his hand to the cylindrical door handle made of brass.

　　 Just as Zhou Ming's hand was about to touch the handle, Ping Xingyue's voice came from behind him.

　　 "Have you gotten crazy thinking about it?"

Zhou Ming's hand suspended in the air paused. He turned to look at Ping Xingyue, trying to see some guidance and hints from the other's facial expressions, but suddenly realized that he could not see Ping Xingyue's face clearly. She still wore that. Dressed as a super detective, he gently pinched the brim of his hat with one hand, and stood there quietly at a distance of five meters, like a strange bystander.

　　 She spoke again.

　　 "The truth is at the door, have you figured it out?"

　　 Then, Zhou Ming woke up.