Played by the devil in the palm of his hand

Xu Chi was taken to the bedroom on the fifth floor of the tower. Jun Ye made him lie on the bed and gave him medicine.

Xu Chi stared at the ceiling and asked abruptly, "Who was following us back then?"

Jun Ye was pouring water for him, when he heard this, he stopped what he was doing, and looked at him incomprehensibly.

Xu Chi took a deep breath and continued to ask: "On a Wednesday in autumn eight years ago, you came home from the supermarket with me. On the way, you said someone was following us. Who was it?"

He now feels that this short memory is definitely an important key point. Although he didn't feel that someone was following them at the time, since the boy, no, Jun Ye said so, it should be that someone is really following them.

After all, this demon's insight is far superior to that of humans, and he was still young at that time, his sensitivity was far worse than now, and he was also too conceited.So it is possible for the boy to discover the stalker and not himself.

"Stalker, who knows." Jun Yeban teased half-truthfully, and deliberately insinuated, "After all, it happened eight years ago, so it's normal not to remember."

Xu Chi gritted his teeth, glared at him angrily, pulled the quilt over his head, and ignored him.

what don't you remember?He must remember, but he just didn't want to say it, and he deliberately mocked Sang Huai.In a sense, this man is too narrow-minded.

Jun Ye patted him across the quilt, and said softly, "Have a good rest, it's best to sleep."

Xu Chi didn't respond, only felt that the hand was moved away quickly, followed by the sound of footsteps slowly going away, and ended with an inaudible closing sound of the door.

After waiting patiently for another half a minute, Xu Chi lifted the quilt, took a deep breath of fresh air, put on his coat and got out of bed.

He looked out from the window, the town was slowly running in its own way, the newly built buildings overlapped with the undemolished one-story houses, the streets and alleys were bustling with people, full of the unique market atmosphere of third-tier small towns .

In Chang'an Town, counting the floating population, the number is almost 42. Children under the age of 14 and the elderly over the age of 60 have low combat effectiveness. If they are excluded, there are still nearly 30 young adults left.

This is simply an impossible game.

Xu Chi couldn't help but sighed, and smiled wryly, "It's really a zombie siege."

But the only good thing is that they don't need to defeat these 42 people, they just need to escape.So rather than weapons, they need mobile tools with strong mobility, such as off-road vehicles.

This is easy to find, but how to get through the deep ditch on the outskirts of the city?

Xu Chi was still running a fever, and his brain was a little overwhelmed.Although he is usually not able to turn around, but now his thinking ability has dropped by several levels.

Xu Chi didn't intend to sit still, he decided to search the tower, maybe he could find something useful.

Because of the fever, his steps were a little weak, and he touched his forehead with the back of his hand, but he couldn't feel the temperature.

Xu Chi is in good health, and it is rare for him to be sick. He only has painkillers and anti-inflammatory tablets at home, and even cold medicine is rare, so he lacks common knowledge about common diseases, and he doesn't care much about them. He even had stomach bleeding before. That time, the scar was healed the next day after the operation and the pain was forgotten.

He pushed open the exquisite white door in front of him, and walked along the corridor.

As soon as he walked around the corner, he saw Ling Ya holding a pen and paper in his hand, and slowly approaching while recording the oil paintings on the wall.

Xu Chi instinctively pressed his back against the wall, trying to avoid him, but the next moment he suddenly realized that he didn't need to avoid this person, so he stood there generously, waiting for Lingya to come over.

Lingya wrote a few numbers on the paper, recorded the size and number of the oil painting, turned his head to see Xu Chi, was slightly taken aback, and asked with concern: "Have you recovered from your illness?"

Xu Chi denied it bluntly, "I'm not sick in the first place."

In his cognition, how can a big man hurt this and that every day?

Lingya persuaded him earnestly and worriedly, "Illness is nothing to be ashamed of. Mr. Xu Chi, if you feel unwell in the future, you must tell me or the master. Many serious illnesses are caused by minor illnesses."

"..." Xu Chi was at a loss for words for a moment, he was very uncomfortable because Lingya cared so much about him.

He is very clear that Lingya's concern for him is not out of his own will, but because of his loyalty to Junye... Aiwujiwu?That's pretty much what it means.

Xu Chi touched his chin, and suddenly approached the rocky cliff, whispering to him with a sly face, "Hey, let me ask you, do you have a weapon arsenal here? Pistols, rifles, and submachine guns are fine. If you have mortars, you can use them." Better."

Lingya was very embarrassed, "This..."

"Don't have any psychological pressure, I'll just ask, and you can just tell me." Xu Chi hooked Ling Ya's shoulder, trying to persuade this loyal attendant, "You think, Jun Ye left me in the room, The door is not locked, isn't it implying that I can move around, since the movement is not restricted, then I can go to any room, so it's okay if you tell me."

Lingya thought about it, and felt that this seemed to be the case.

This little comrade who lived in the ward since he was 16 years old, basically has no contact with the society, and although his military value is over the top, but his heart is as simple as paper, was fooled by Xu Chi, and he said softly: "There is indeed one, but Not the arsenal you want, but a gallery of western medieval weapons art."

"It's okay, I'll just take a look." He said so, but Xu Chi's face was brightly written with the words 'I'll take a couple of steps by the way'.

Lingya hesitated, but he probably regarded Xu Chi as an important person from the bottom of his heart, so he didn't refuse, and stretched out his hand, "Please come with me."

As Lingya said, it wasn't a weapon arsenal, but an exhibition room.As soon as Xu Chi entered, he was almost blinded by the shiny silver exhibits.

From the earliest fire door guns to the later matchlock guns, both light and heavy are available.However, they are more like works of art than weapons. The gun bodies are all made of sterling silver, with exquisite rose patterns carved in detail, and every internal part is strictly made according to medieval craftsmanship, which can be said to be unparalleled the art of.

Xu Chi's eyes flicked over the glass display cases one by one, not very satisfied.From his point of view, if the heavy rifles and submachine guns are brave and courageous tough guys, then these exhibits are undoubtedly little girls.

Xu Chi glanced over, and suddenly saw a black Colt revolver in the corner, just like seeing a towering tree among thousands of flowers, his eyes lit up, and he pointed to it, " Can this work?"

Lingya took a look, "Although this is a modern weapon, it is also an exhibit."

He took out the pistol, turned on the revolver, and unscrewed the bullet for him to see, "Look, there's no powder in it, they're all empty."

"It doesn't matter, as long as the gun can be used." Xu Chi stretched out his hand, wanting to prostitute for nothing, but Ling Ya raised his hand to avoid the other party, "Sorry, I'm not sure if I can give it to you..."

Xu Chi felt sad and indignant, "I've been fucked by him so many times, can't I even have a gun? Even if it's a whore, I have to pay for it?!"

Rock Cliff: "..."

What is this sense of sight of a nightclub lady who is abandoned by her benefactor?

"Baby, you don't have to belittle yourself like this, do you?" Jun Yeban leaned against the door frame, looked at him with a smile on his face, then nodded to Lingya, "Give it to him."

Lingya immediately handed the revolver to Xu Chi. Xu Chi weighed it in. This kind of gun only has a capacity of six bullets, which should be full in terms of weight.It doesn't matter even if it's a blank shell, he can fill it with gunpowder himself, but it's not as powerful.

Jun Ye walked to Xu Chi's side, smiled lightly and said, "Isn't it too shabby to use this to pay for your prostitution?"

He deliberately emphasized the word 'prostitution', probably to tease him.

However, Xu Chi's face has become as thick as a layer cake after these days of tempering. He just glanced sideways and said in a strange way: "Why, do you want to increase the size? Unless you give me an arsenal, I won't be satisfied. .”

Ling Ya heard it strangely: Wait, have you already completely substituted yourself into the role of MB? !

Jun Ye couldn't help laughing, bowed his head and kissed Xu Chi's forehead, pampering him a lot, "I will replenish it for you later."

Xu Chi didn't respond, but he couldn't help but think about what the other person said.after?Does he really have a future?

He lowered his head and fiddled with the revolver in his hand, full of worries about his future.He had a hunch that this last game was actually the last chance Jun Ye gave him. If he still couldn't remember, maybe everyone would be buried here.

Even if Jun Ye won't kill him, how will he treat himself?locked up?abuse?Strong/violent?Anyway, she will never be as polite, gentle and considerate as she is now.

Until now, Xu Chi couldn't understand his true nature, what was he, where did he come from, where did that terrifying and powerful power come from?None of this is known.He is always like this, with a faint smile, but he can order his men to kill people without blinking, as if human beings are like ants in his eyes.

Maybe I am no different.

Xu Chi let out a long breath, put away the gun, turned and walked out the door.

Jun Ye looked at his back and asked, "You're still running a low fever, where are you going at this time?"

Xu Chi replied without turning his head: "Find some gunpowder to fill the bullet so that you can blow your head off with one shot at the critical moment."

Jun Ye: "..."

Jun Ye sighed helplessly, "He really has a heart of stone, I feel a little sad."

Lingya comforted his master sincerely, "I think Mr. Xu Chi must be joking."

Looking at the empty corridor outside the door, Jun Ye said meaningfully: "Yes, he loves me too, even if it's only a little bit."