Doomsday tour

"A Ming and Tu Fei have gone out, let's go too." Rong Zijie was stopped by Zuo Qingyan as soon as he came back.

"It's getting dark." Rong Zijie refused, using time as an excuse.

"It's okay, it's okay, the power supply in the desert settlement is sufficient, and there are street lights at night." Zuo Qingyan couldn't help but pull Rong Zijie to the door, "And you also said that you have come to a new place and you need to get familiar with the environment here, don't worry about it What's it called? Oh, check the market."

Rong Zijie reluctantly let him drag him to the door, and only had time to wave goodbye to Fang Bin. Fang Bin smiled and nodded at him: "Be careful on the road, the law and order are not very good recently."

"Don't worry, I will protect him well." Zuo Qingyan turned around and yelled at Fang Bin, before walking away with a smile.

Rong Zijie, who was reduced to being protected, shook Zuo Qingyan's hand away with a dark face, and the latter looked at him innocently: "What's wrong?"

"Don't pull me." Rong Zijie said.

"Oh, aren't you afraid of the dark? I think holding you can give you a sense of security." Zuo Qingyan said to himself.

"..." Who is afraid of the dark!Rong Zijie felt extremely wronged, he really couldn't understand this guy's brain circuit, his cognition was completely out of the category of normal human beings.

It was evening now, and it got dark very early in winter, and the street lights on the side of the road were turned on early, illuminating this oasis covered by heavy snow.Zuo Qingyan walked in the howling wind wearing light clothes, without the pressure of the temperature at all.

"Is it a commercial area? Not as lively as I imagined." Rong Zijie said with some regret, "And there are so many patrolling people, it's strange, do you need such a strict defense?"

It may be due to the weather. The business district in Central is sparsely populated, and only some shops are still open. Most of the sales are rough food and warm clothes, and there is nothing of value.Coupled with the large number of patrolling guards on the street, it is estimated that people who want to stroll are not interested.

"It smells so good..." Zuo Qingyan smelled the smell of toasted bread and drifted towards the shop with his eyes blurred and his feet not touching the ground. On the way, he was grabbed by Rong Zijie: "You just had dinner."

"Oh really? I don't feel full at all." Zuo Qingyan dragged Rong Zijie into the bakery, took out the crystal core and slapped it on the counter, "Boss, serve!"

"..." Rong Zijie pulled him aside with black lines all over his face, and said to the astonished proprietress, "What's in here?"

The middle-aged proprietress pointed to the blackboard on the wall, which listed the prices of various breads, all of which were crude and filling.

"Here are three long loaves of toast," Rong Zijie said.

"A Ming said that bread tastes good only if it is spread with butter." Zuo Qingyan added, salivating.

"..."

A few minutes later, Zuo Qingyan walked out of the bakery contentedly holding three loaves of bread: "It's so delicious, I've never eaten this before."

"It's just some simple food. Another day you can ask Ah Ming if he can make that kind of exquisite pastry. He asked me if I have the corresponding ingredients." Rong Zijie unscrupulously misled the water.

"Really?" Zuo Qingyan gnawed on the hot bread and asked.

"Really." Rong Zijie said seriously.

Talking and walking, the two of them have arrived at the most remote corner of the inner ring area. This area seems to be still under construction, there is no lighting, and the surrounding area is pitch black.Fortunately, the two of them could see things clearly in the dark, so they walked inside without paying attention.

"Someone..." Suddenly Zuo Qingyan, who was eating bread, raised his head and listened intently.

Rong Zijie glanced at him suspiciously, Zuo Qingyan suddenly stuffed the bread into his arms, and disappeared in an instant.

"Hey..." Rong Zijie held the two and a half loaves of bread and reached out helplessly to grab the guy running around, but he was too fast to catch up.

Putting on the investigative sunglasses and scanning the surroundings, Zuo Qingyan was not far away, and there were two other people around.Rong Zijie confirmed the direction and distance and rushed there.

The snow on the ground is not too thick, but it creaks when you step on it, and the surroundings are so quiet that no human voices can be heard, darkness, and silence.

The door of the warehouse was half open, Rong Zijie strode in, and flipped on the switch on the wall.

The dim chandelier illuminated this small warehouse. Zuo Qingyan was squatting aside awkwardly handing clothes to a ragged girl. A man on the side was tied to the ground by vines and was struggling and writhing.

Rong Zijie's face darkened, and Zuo Qingyan finally heaved a sigh of relief when he heard his voice coming: "You come here, you come here, I really can't do anything about women."

The girl huddled in the corner sobbed and cried, hugging her knees so that no one could touch her.Rong Zijie took the overcoat Zuo Qingyan handed over and put it on her body, squatted down and asked her, "What's your name? Where do you live?"

Zuo Qingyan added: "Do you want bread? I have butter."

Rong Zijie glared at him and told him to shut up, Zuo Qingyan curled his lips and finally closed his troublesome mouth.

Zuo Qingyan, who had nothing to do, could only focus on that man. There were two narrow and hideous scars on that man's face, one of which ran from his forehead to the corner of his mouth, ruining his entire face. Holding a sheet of two, his eyes protruded, revealing a strange blood color.

Zuo Qingyan approached him curiously, and the man growled in a hoarse voice: "Don't let me go!" Then he started cursing again.

Zuo Qingyan tilted his head, and stepped on his face: "The voice is too unpleasant, you better stop talking, or I can't help but want to do justice for the sky."

Rong Zijie got up and drew his gun to his forehead: "Can I kill you?"

"Rongrong, you are too violent, shouting and shouting is not good." Zuo Qingyan smiled while talking, but stepped on the man's feet, "Let's call someone, the camp should have guards Department is right."

"Then can the tools of the crime be confiscated?" Rong Zijie asked again.

"I don't have any objection to this, I think everyone has an objection, this guy doesn't count." Zuo Qingyan moved his foot away as he spoke, and motioned for Rong Zijie to aim and hit him casually.

A gunshot rang out, and the man lying on the ground yelled loudly. The hoarse yell made Rong Zijie's ears buzz for a moment, and Zuo Qingyan added another kick: "It's so noisy."

After a while, there was a sound from outside, the warehouse door was pushed open, and a group of patrolling guards rushed in, one of them turned out to be Jin Zhuo.

"Why are you here?" Jin Zhuo asked, frowning.

"He came to do justice for the heavens." Zuo Qingyan shrugged and said.

Jin Zhuo's gaze changed from the man lying on the ground who was tied up with blood all over his crotch, to the little girl who was huddled in the corner, and his face suddenly changed: "Xiao An?"

The girl hiding in the corner raised her head in a daze, with tears still on her face: "Brother Jin?"

Jin Zhuo pursed his lips tightly, grabbed a guard beside him and said, "Tell the boss, the man has been found."

Zuo Qingyan, who was in an unknown situation, pulled Rong Zijie and said, "I feel like we've been involved in something remarkable."

Rong Zijie: "..."

I knew nothing good would come out with this guy.