The Gentle Way to Use Cheats

With Song Lin on his back, He Lang went back to his team's small building together with Xia Hong and Qi Ye.

In the living room, Yan Shaojun, Lin Xiaoyong, Yuan Chengbing, Yu Wenyang and Mo Ruqing were all sitting.As soon as he saw them coming back, he immediately stood up and went to meet them.

Yuan Chengbing saw that Song Lin was wrapped up so well on his back, and walked around him with his hands behind his back, tsk-tsk said: "Hey, what's wrong with you, you can't walk anymore? Didn't I hear that the gun missed you? ?"

Song Lin slid off He Lang's back, pulled and hugged the blanket on his body, and threw the blanket on the sofa in two steps.

"It's because they have nothing to do."

Song Lin's face had a look of exhaustion after a long journey, and a look of laziness after a full meal. In short, he looked a little soft for no reason.He walked to the table and poured himself a glass of water, drank half of it with a gulp, then waved his index finger casually with the hand holding the water glass: "If there is anything, tell me. Pick the simple ones, and wait for the complicated ones." Let’s talk about it tomorrow when we wake up.”

Everyone looked at each other, and He Lang came over and said, "What else is there to talk about now? You'd better rest early, and you can wait until tomorrow if you have anything to do."

Yuan Chengbing also said: "That's right, I just wanted to greet you, there's nothing urgent to talk about."

"Okay." Song Lin put down his glass, "Then He Lang will follow me tonight. Tomorrow, call the fire and water elements of the supernatural beings we taught earlier, and Yuan Chengbing will come too."

Xia Hong said happily: "Hahahaha Linlin, your tone seems to be that you want Captain He to sleep in bed today, and Yuan Chengbing tomorrow."

He Lang and Yuan Chengbing turned their heads and glanced at him.

Xia Hong immediately shut up.

"That's how it is." He Lang said to the crowd, "You can do whatever you want, just don't make too much noise."

He Lang didn't just follow Song Lin back to the room, he went back to the room to tidy up his things, and tidyed up himself along the way.After the man knocked on Song Lin's door half an hour later, Song Lin had just finished taking a shower and was still wiping his hair when he entered.

After going out for more than a month, Song Lin, who had been busy all the time, finally put on home clothes.Coupled with the drops of water on the ends of his hair, and the longer black hair limply against his forehead, it felt quite harmless.

For such a young man, it is hard for anyone to imagine him fighting his way out of the infected body.

He Lang walked towards the young man: "Just wear something like this after taking a shower? Aren't you cold?"

"It's okay." Song Lin pointed to the chair next to his bed, "Sit."

He Lang sat down obediently.It wasn't once or twice to spend the night in Song Lin's room, each time he sat by his bedside for a night, He Lang had long been used to it.

Song Lin sat by the bed, ignored the towel on his head, reached out and patted He Lang's hand: "I'm hurt, let me see."

He Lang took off his coat just like when he showed Mr. Shen the injury.But he didn't continue to take off in a hurry, but shook the coat to cover Song Lin's back, and then took his right arm out of the clothes.

Song Lin felt the warmth from the jacket, and was slightly taken aback: "Did you maintain your body temperature just now?"

When he was on the man's back before, He Lang did maintain his human body temperature, otherwise he would have chilled Song Lin on his back.But there shouldn't be any need to maintain body temperature after arriving at home, after all, everyone in this room basically knows what's going on with He Lang.

"It's just a temporary 'heating'." He Lang replied casually, "Do you still want to see the injury?"

Song Lin didn't worry too much, and leaned forward to take a closer look at the dark red wound, squinted his eyes and said, "If an injury of this degree cannot be treated immediately, it will definitely have a great impact on attacking with a gun. .”

He Lang's expression also darkened: "If you can't get it, destroy it, this group of people really..."

While the man was talking, Song Lin tore off the towel from his head, and found a dry place to lay it on the palm of his hand.In the next second, a bullet with bright bloodstains appeared on the towel.

He Lang was taken aback for a moment, and immediately realized: "The bullet that hit you?!"

"Of course, otherwise? Would I leave this kind of thing for others to find?" Song Lin put the bullet on the table with a towel, "I'll leave the handling of this to you."

He Lang looked at the bullet and suddenly thought of another thing: "Wait, is that 'untimed bomb' still in your bag?"

"'Ticking time bomb'?"

"The cocoon of a silkworm moth." He Lang asked, "...has it hatched?"

"No. What are you worried about? Didn't Yuan Chengbing tell you about the speed of time?" Song Lin glanced at him, "Okay, heal the wound. You don't need this wound, do you?"

"I originally thought about turning it around, but with your bullet, there is no need." He Lang replied, "Let's fix it."

Song Lin glanced at him, but with just one thought, the wound on He Lang's arm healed quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This is the power of a necromancer to manipulate the undead and the body of the necromancer. As long as the necromancer is capable enough, the living dead, flesh and bones are just a blink of an eye.

He Lang put on his shirt, but didn't take his coat back from Song Lin: "I'll get you another towel? Your hair isn't dry yet, you'll catch a cold if you sleep."

"No, I'll sit for a while." Song Lin shrugged, shook off the quilt on the bed, and covered his lap, "I'm a little tired now, but my spirit is fine, and I don't want to sleep that much."

"It must have been caused by those two drinks. You are so drunk, you are still a brat." He Lang raised his eyebrows, "You don't want to listen to bedtime stories, do you?"

Song Lin leaned against the head of the bed: "Okay, let's talk."

"Wait, that's not what I want to say." He Lang said, "And wouldn't your previous stories about charizards be more suitable?"

"Really?" Song Lin said, "But I don't want to say it."

He Lang: "..."

Song Lin turned to look at him: "Why don't you tell me about your past, I feel that the hail of bullets is quite exciting."

"Recall my first half of life?" He Lang looked strange, "It feels like I'm going to die."

Song Lin looked at him with a half-smile.

"Oh, yes, I'm already dead. Now you are the boss, okay." He Lang wiped his face, "Where do I start? The first time I killed someone, the first time I did a mission, or when I first joined the army? "

Song Lin thought for a while: "Let's start with the time when you played with Shen Gu and Bai Xiaoning naked when you were young."

He Lang: "...Don't think that I really dare not beat you up!"

"I asked you to check where you went together when you were young, and that's why all three of you have strange skeletons." Song Lin said calmly, "If you don't do it yourself, why don't you allow me to remind you?"

He Lang was a little unreasonable, but stuck his neck and said: "What's the use of asking me, you should ask those two bookcases with two legs with good memory sticks."

"The vocabulary is quite large." Song Lin found something funny somewhere, laughed a few times, and then said, "Okay, let's talk about the psychological process of your first murder."

"Let's just say it. Anyway, I've told the psychiatrist countless times, and I can recite it fluently." He Lang said, "But for a fair exchange, you can also tell me about your first murder experience."

Song Lin said: "You also know how old I was, how many hundred years ago, do you think I still remember?"

He Lang looked into the young man's eyes: "I must remember, this is something I will never forget."

"...Well, if you insist." Song Lin sighed, and said in a low voice, "If you want to feel uncomfortable, then you can't blame me."

"What did you say?"

"It's nothing." Song Lin replied, "Let's start, the bedside story meeting."

He Lang's first murder was during a joint highway inspection mission.

It was winter, and the weather was cloudy. He Lang, who had just become a member of the Special Forces for less than two years, was sitting in a patrol car.Back row, near the left window.

The teammates in the car were chatting, and He Lang joined in.The topic is very light, talking about who is going where in the coming Lunar New Year.

In fact, most people have to stay in the team. After all, the more others are on vacation, the more likely uncontrollable incidents will occur.There was one who was able to go home, and was madly showing off how delicious the specialties of his hometown were, and said that he would bring them back in boxes.

Hearing this, Song Lin had a strange expression on his face: "Did he die in the end?"

He Lang paused: "...Why are you asking this?"

"You've given too much detail." Song Lin said, "In TV dramas, characters with scenes like this are usually death notices."

"This is not a TV series!" He Lang replied, "I have been asked too many times, and the questions are too detailed, so I can remember clearly, okay?"

"Then is he dead?"

He Lang said despondently, "No!"

"Oh, it's over if you don't say it." Song Lin said, "When you talked about him just now, I thought he was dead."

"Didn't I want to make the climax a little bit more? Are there any spoilers like you?" He Lang said, "Can you simply shut up and listen to the story without interacting?"

Song Lin made a movement of zipping his mouth.

"Where did you go to learn all these things?" He Lang was a little helpless, and continued, "Later, we ran into a modified high-roof car that was suspected of being a deck..."

The patrol team stopped the silver-gray van, and then the high-speed traffic policeman went to negotiate with the driver.In addition to checking various documents and identifying the authenticity of the license plate, according to the standards of this joint operation, an unpacking inspection of the vehicle is also required.

Just when the driver gave the whole thing to the traffic police and got out of the car to cooperate with the inspection, he saw He Lang and others getting off the patrol car behind.

The special operators are all equipped with guns. Although they are behind their backs at the moment, ordinary people will always be scared.

The traffic policeman holding the driver's license comforted: "Don't be nervous, it's just a joint patrol, you just need to cooperate."

The driver nodded and followed the traffic police to the front of the vehicle to look at the license plate.Followed by another traffic policeman, holding a small camera to shoot.

Back then, loggers were not that common.

"That kid stared at us just now, why did he feel something was wrong..." He Lang, who was wearing a protective helmet, squinted his eyes, and said in the team channel, "Everyone, pay attention."

"Maybe it's because the license plate is fake. It's too fake. It looks like a branded plate at first glance." His teammate walked up to the patrol car, "However, how many people are in this car can't be clearly seen through the solar film... ..."

Just as he was talking, the driver led the traffic police to the trunk of the car.The traffic police responsible for the video also followed and faithfully recorded the scene of the trunk opening.

The trunk was opened, revealing the head of the occupants.Two people glanced back, they happened to meet He Lang's eyes, and they left immediately.

He Lang's teammate said: "The last row has been dismantled, and there are five drivers, all of whom should be men."

He Lang pretended to turn sideways to talk to his teammates, but his right hand had already gently untied the gun holster on his right leg, holding the handle with his hand.

The teammate was right in front of him, seeing it for real: "You..."

"Shh... just in case."

The teammate gave him a complicated look, then turned his head, the traffic policeman had already taken out a pack of snacks from the silver-gray van and examined it carefully.

"You don't need to check, do you?" the driver said, "It's all the New Year's goods we bought when we went back to our hometown. This bag is for you. You work hard in the cold weather, so eat some candy."

He dared to give it like this, of course there would be no problem with this thing.The traffic police put the things back: "We can't take... what is this?"

He picked up a string of what looked like sausages, and the driver replied, "This is a sausage, a New Year's item!"

The traffic policeman squeezed the sausage subconsciously, feeling that it was a bit out of order, turned around and handed it to the colleague holding the camera, "Pinch it."

His colleague actually felt that something was wrong at first glance, and immediately understood the reason: "...is it born?"

There is no way to take raw sausages on the road... The inspecting traffic policeman frowned, raised his legs and was about to walk to the two patrol cars behind: "Does any of you know about such things as sausages..."

The driver suddenly made a stride, rushed up and dragged the sausage away!

"Hey!" The traffic policeman quickly turned around and grabbed the back of the driver's clothes.Just at this time, someone suddenly shouted "be careful", and the traffic police looked up again, and saw a black muzzle protruding from the back seat of the van!

boom! ! !

[The author has something to say: Let’s have some memory killing for two people~Everyone, let’s get some monthly tickets too~]