Human dimension reduction

Zhou Jianqing casually pulled out a grass stalk and put it in his mouth. He doesn't like smoking very much, but he would find some meal replacements in an attempt to soothe his muscles when he was extremely tense.

Behind him was a sharp knife squad that had just joined. Although everyone was a little embarrassed, fortunately there was no attrition.

The place they were in was a two-story residential building with solid walls and a superior location. People who had received professional military training used various tools to arrange a temporary fortification in a very short period of time. Jiang Xingcheng also brought back some good things.

"It's amazing, little Xingxing, where did you go to play the autumn wind?" Zhou Jianqing sat cross-legged by the window, with a few pistols and two pistols on the ground in front of him, a large piece of cloth wrapped in a few boxes of bullets, and some of them mixed in for some reason copper whistle.

Zhou Jianqing picked up the gun and skillfully disassembled it to look at the structure inside, and he had a clue in his heart: "This is an antique gun. Little Xingxing, have you gone to rob the police station?"

Jiang Xingcheng corrected him habitually: "Don't call me Little Xingxing, isn't it disgusting? - Went to the Police Headquarters, I happened to be close to there, it's always right to get some weapons, but there's only this kind of old, It is only available to senior officers, and I was almost blocked when I turned over two offices, so I had to run away first.”

Zhou Jianqing raised his head and looked out of the window. The window had been blocked by them, leaving only a narrow lookout. There were still demons dancing outside, but they hadn't attracted their attention so far.

"Come on, come on, your deputy team got you something good!"

He yelled in a low voice and called the team members over.

The members of the Sharp Knife Squad are all good shooters. After a quick discussion, they shared the guns and ammunition, and went to thank Jiang Xingcheng with a grin.

Jiang Xingcheng was born in a family with two teachers. He was raised with a gentle temper and a meticulous attitude towards others. He was even more considerate to his team members, like a hen protecting his cubs. The team members all knew his personality, and he was more affectionate in front of him than in front of Zhou Jianqing. Love to make a fuss.

Jiang Xingcheng was not angry when he was surrounded by them, he pushed them away one by one helplessly: "Go, go, do your work, it's a violation of discipline to leave the post for 3 minutes, don't blame me for not reminding Team Zhou to scold people later."

The team members grimaced at him, and trotted back to their posts winkingly. There were more than 40 survivors gathered along the road in the residential house. There were so many accidents outside, and the survivors who hid well also I had to run out, just in time to be bumped into by Zhou Jianqing and the others.

Seeing the relaxed expressions of these soldiers talking, the tense nerves of the survivors also relaxed a little, and they were no longer as tense as before.Noticing the change in their expressions, Jiang Xingcheng breathed a sigh of relief. He was afraid that these people would get too nervous and do something unexpected, which would implicate more than 60 lives.

Zhou Jianqing glanced at his deputy team, and moved the grass stalk from left to right in his mouth. The numbing taste of the grass juice stuck to the tip of his tongue. one time.

This glance attracted all Zhou Jianqing's attention.

He turned over and sat up straight, his whole body stretched like a bow, his side face formed a stern arc, his dark eyes were cold and steady, more aggressive than a leopard waiting to be hunted in the jungle.

Although the other team members were doing their own things, they also focused part of their attention on the captain at the lookout. Seeing that he suddenly behaved differently, everyone raised their vigilance and subconsciously picked up their guns. Glance down.

Zhou Jianqing made an international summoning gesture to Jiang Xingcheng. The summoned party lowered his body and walked behind him against the wall. Zhou Jianqing lowered his head at the right time to get out of his sight, and whispered softly: "Is it my eyes or they are blind?" gone?"

Jiang Xingcheng didn't understand the meaning of his words for a while, but when he put his eyes close to the small opening, within three seconds, his already big eyes became bigger again.

I don't know when the hazy fog appeared on the street. A team walked over mightily. There was a mixture of men, women and children. There were hundreds of people by visual inspection. I am more at ease with my current situation.

And those wandering monsters are really as if they can't be seen. They are clearly within the distance of reaching out, but they let them pass by several times. The team of hundreds of people just walked in the middle of the road like this. It's no different than a parade.

"Wait, Team Zhou, look at the leader walking in the front."

Jiang Xingcheng quickly discovered the crux of the matter, and his eyes fell on the leader who was incompatible with the restless hundreds of people.

This person is really eye-catching, not to mention his prominent position as the leader, but his appearance, figure, and strange behavior of carrying a lamp in broad daylight, everything shows his specialness.

"Well, I see." Zhou Jianqing, as the team leader, certainly couldn't fail to discover the problems that Jiang Xingcheng could find. Where have you seen..."

The Sharp Knife Squad has a special status and has taken on many unspeakable tasks. In addition to rescuing hostages and military guidance, there are also some tasks of clearing targets and identifying the enemy and ourselves. In addition, their own identities are particularly sensitive. It has a good memory and has its own method for remembering human faces. Most people will have a certain impression after seeing them once, and they can accurately identify them next time.

Zhou Jianqing has always trusted his own memory. He thinks that if he has seen this person, he must have seen it, but where exactly has he seen it?

The impression is not very deep, it means that I just glanced at it, maybe passed by?But the other person is so outstanding, and Zhou Jianqing is not a fool with abnormal aesthetics. When he sees such a good-looking person, he will instinctively pay more attention to it. How could he just glance at it and let it go?

Unless something more serious distracted him at the time, or there were other people of note in the room—

Zhou Jianqing quickly recalled: "Last night, on the way to Wan's house, I happened to take a photo with him!"

He went to Wan's house in a hurry. At that time, there was another foreigner who was more eye-catching beside this young man, which distracted his attention for the most part, so there was only a vague silhouette in his memory, but who was it? Zhou Jianqing's impression of the one-in-a-thousand beauties, even a silhouette, was still there, so she immediately matched her name at the first sight.

"Just him? Where's the other one with him?" Zhou Jianqing murmured, drawing Jiang Xingcheng's suspicious glance.

"The other guy? You know him?"

Before Zhou Jianqing answered, there was movement in the team below, and the young men and women inside began to shout loudly to the surroundings: "Are there any survivors! We are here to save you! Don't be afraid! Are there any survivors!"

They repeated similar sentences so loudly that they could be heard in the streets and alleys, but those monsters were as deaf as they were deaf.

The people who were startled by these voices subconsciously sat up straight, and someone raised their hands tremblingly: "That...comrade, is there someone shouting outside, saying that they are here to save us? Is that from your army? "

When Zhou Jianqing rescued them, he promised that troops would come to support them later, and they stayed here with peace of mind because of this. The people still have deep trust in the country and the soldiers. In a disaster, as long as someone shows their military status, they can Get the trust of most people.

The crowd faintly stirred, and they looked at Zhou Jianqing with eager and expectant eyes. After a while, they could all see who was leading this well-trained elite team.

"Team Zhou?"

A team member who was closer to them asked in a low voice.

Zhou Jianqing thought for a while with downcast eyes, stood up, raised his hand to the team members, waved it twice, made a special gesture, and pointed to the floor under his feet.

Keep silent, form a line, protect the people and go down to the first floor.

The members of the Sharp Knife Squad got up immediately, divided the masses into several groups with a clear division of labor, and arranged a few members at the front and back to maintain order in the formation. Zhou Jianqing and Jiang Xingcheng protected them head to tail, and walked slowly downstairs.

The residential area is small, and the first floor is the kitchen and dining room. Zhou Jianqing led the team members to do a lot of tricks on the stairs when they came up. Innocent people were caught in it, and they had to walk while dismantling their own traps, which wasted a lot of time.

Fortunately, the people outside walked more slowly, as if they were consciously searching for survivors, which also bought more time for Zhou Jianqing and the others.

The windows on the first floor had been blocked by them, and the light was dim. Zhou Jianqing carefully removed all the small things, put them in his tactical pocket, and walked to the door without making a sound when his footsteps landed on the ground.

Just as his hand touched the latch, the wooden door was suddenly hit violently from the outside, and the dust on the door frame was shaken off with a deafening bang, and even the wooden door visibly slipped out of the door frame for a second.

Zhou Jianqing frowned fiercely, and immediately raised the gun, but there was no movement from the beginning to the end.

The members of the Sharp Knife Squad have all undergone rigorous training. Such a sudden loud noise did not make them make a sound, but at the same time, the word "It's over" flashed in their hearts.

Sure enough, ordinary people are different from well-trained soldiers. Even though they have gently reminded them many times to keep quiet, such a sudden loud noise still broke the nerves of people who were already tense. Screaming, and the people around them panicked, pushing and shoving, trying to hide themselves behind the crowd.

As soon as he heard the chaotic movement behind him, Zhou Jianqing knew something was wrong, he didn't hesitate anymore, he took a step forward and opened the door abruptly, and had a face-to-face with the monster outside that had crashed into the door by accident, before the other party pounced Come up, grab it by the neck with your hand like electricity, hit its temple with a powerful fist, twist your waist and turn over at the same time, press it hard to the ground, shake your head at the person behind you with sharp eyebrows, and command in a low voice : "Go!"

He didn't shoot, because he was still afraid of attracting more monsters, anyway, he only needed to fight for a few more minutes.

His thinking was very clear. As people rushed to the street, he was noticed by the monster and was also seen by the team of hundreds of people.

"This way, this way! Hurry up!"

The team boiled up, and the brave young people took a few steps forward, sweeping away the surrounding monsters and trying to meet them, not to mention the protection of the sharp knife squad, more than forty people crossed the street and plunged into the crowd , Zhou Jianqing swept the tail at the end of the team, kicking away the surrounding monsters one by one, and the last one walked into the protective circle.

From the beginning to the end, the leader with the lamp just stood there watching and waiting silently. Although he expressed his intention to accept and protect them, he had no intention of taking a few steps forward to respond.

To describe it cold-bloodedly, it is "I gave you a chance, whether you can grasp it is your own business."

After Zhou Jianqing walked into the fog circle, he quickly judged the situation, and immediately raised his hand to salute and reveal his identity: "Comrades, we are the Huaxia Special Dispatch Team, and I am the captain Zhou Jianqing. I am here to rescue you under the order of the state."

There was hope in the eyes of hundreds of survivors. Even though they knew that the country would not give up on them, they still had a different feeling when they saw the rescue team with their own eyes.

Zhou Jianqing winked at his deputy team and asked him to appease the people, while he put on a smile with ease, and walked up to the leader who didn't say a word from the beginning to the end: "Sir, do you know me? My name is Zhou Jianqing. It’s Jian Qing who disassembled the ‘Liang’ from ‘Liang Zi’.”

The undertaker with the lamp responded in a good-tempered manner: "Lan Yin."

"Lan?" Zhou Jianqing smiled, "Is it Lan Yinxuguo, that Lan Yin?"

The mortician glanced at him without denying it.

"This name is very cultured. Mr. Lan is also amazing. He has rescued so many people by himself. After going out, he can get a pennant, and maybe he can be on TV." Zhou Jianqing quickly glanced at Lan while talking. Because of being around, I tried to find some information from him.

It's not that he is seriously suspicious, but that he can't explain the scientific nature of Lan Yin's existence. The blue light can also be said to be made by chemical agents, and the fog can have a similar explanation, but how to explain that the monster can't see them? ?

It is really hard to justify this matter, and more importantly, Zhou Jianqing is even doubting whether Lan Yin is one of the outsiders.

He couldn't convince himself that Lan Yin looked normal.

"Television?" Lan Yin repeated slowly, her voice was gentle, and she asked honestly and confidently, "What is that?"

Zhou Jianqing's brain exploded with a bang.

Are there still people in modern society who don’t know what TV is?Poor households in remote areas may not have a TV at home, but does Lan Yin look like she has never watched TV?Besides, they were all swallowed up in the magic city, the citizens of the magic city, and there are still people who don't know what TV is? !

...unless he does not belong to that highly informational age at all.

The smile on Zhou Jianqing's face froze.

Suddenly, Zhou Jianqing thought of another person, the foreigner who saved his life that morning, was he also...

"Ah! I just said that Mr. Lan has a nice face. I seem to have met him somewhere... I happened to meet him in Wanjia last night. Why are you alone now? Which foreign friend of yours?" Zhou Jianqing knew that asking this was very reckless. , but he didn't care too much about it anymore. This was an excellent opportunity to dig up information. It was of great significance to meet an aborigine who could communicate rationally.

Lan Yin was silent for a while this time: "You mean Lorraine? He has other business."

Lorraine.

Zhou Jianqing quickly wrote down the name, and repeated it in his heart several times, the more he said it, the more something went wrong.

This name... seems to have been heard before?

And just what I heard recently, it always feels very important——

Zhou Jianqing's pupils shrank, and the cold sweat dripped down his back.

He remembered that he had indeed heard the name before. After the incident at the Third Hospital of Eastern Province, the military conducted detailed inquiries and investigations on the survivors. Zhou Jianqing also had a certain right to know about this incident. He had read part of the files. , this character appeared in the dictation of several survivors.

They called him "Mr. Lorraine."

Hell, could it be that the monsters in two dimensionality reduction events that happened at different times and in different places could visit each other? !

Although it is not certain whether this Lorraine is Bi Lorraine, but considering the description of Lorraine's appearance in the file, he already has a close judgment in his heart.

Zhou Jianqing forcibly suppressed the agitation in his heart, and looked back at his team members. The Sharp Knife Squad had also participated in the evacuation of overseas Chinese. They were very experienced in such a large-scale search and rescue. They had already divided the survivors into several teams. Balance the combat power to ensure safety, and at the same time call out to find someone.

Seeing that the team behind had taken shape, he turned back and continued to strike up a conversation with Lan Yin: "Where are we going?"

Carrying the palace lantern, the mortician walked forward unhurriedly: "The underworld."

Zhou Jianqing was taken aback by this answer, and then laughed after a pause: "Mr. Lan is quite humorous, isn't he?"

When Lan Yin heard this, she gave him a strange look, thought for a while, and couldn't help but ask, "You don't know who I am?"

Why do I have to know who you are?You are neither the leader of the country nor the founder of Marxism-Leninism.

Zhou Jianqing hadn't said anything yet, Lan Yin nodded knowingly, and said affirmatively, "You don't know."

As he said that, the young man whose expression was a little cold from the beginning to the end laughed a little strangely: "No wonder you dare to follow me..."

"What do you mean?" Zhou Jianqing became vigilant like never before. He has not forgotten that this very good-looking "person" in front of him is also a member of the monster. Absolutely.

"The Lan family has asked Yin Yin for generations, and a question Yin lamp has gone to the underworld and went to the Yin Division. Where do you think we are going?"

The corner of the young embalmer's mouth curled up, as if laughing at Zhou Jianqing's insistence on asking more questions.

Zhou Jianqing was sure at this moment that Lan Yin had another purpose in saving people. His first reaction was to evacuate the crowd immediately, and he absolutely couldn't follow Lan Yin any longer. But looking at the monsters all over the city, choosing to evacuate must be more harmful.

Coupled with the fact that most of the survivors are struggling, Lan Yin at least snatched them from the monster's mouth and blessed them for a while.

Zhou Jianqing's brow was sweating in this dilemma where there were wolves in front and tigers in back , In just a few minutes, dozens of people entered this security circle.

Could he keep people from coming in again?Or let them flee for their lives immediately?

Zhou Jianqing is in a dilemma at this moment.

Lan Yin suddenly stopped.

They walked for nearly 10 minutes, and the crowd behind them was nearly [-]. They were crowded together and protected by the fog of Lanyin. For a spectacular sight appeared.

Monsters, monsters, overwhelming monsters are rushing towards them.

Thousands of monsters blocked the entire street and covered the roofs on both sides. If it was just monsters, Lan Yin and Zhou Jianqing's expressions would never change. Haven't they seen fewer monsters along the way?

The problem is, this huge army of monsters also has a leader.

With bright eyes and bright teeth, Fang Tao is like a plum, with a slender figure, wearing a simple and elegant long skirt, and carrying a leather belt wooden box on her shoulders. The young woman with an unfamiliar face is standing in the middle of the street, and those monsters are behind her. With the appearance of her following the horse's lead.

"Mr. Lan, we meet again." She greeted with a smile, her face was blushing with joy, as if she just met an acquaintance on the way, and happily chatted with him.

Zhou Jianqing gasped quietly, these two knew each other, one could manipulate monsters, the other recruited outsiders inexplicably... No matter how you look at it, the future is not good.

The captain of the Sharp Knife Squad began to brainstorm wildly, trying to find a way out for these hundreds of people. The taciturn embalmer finally spoke, with two simple words: "Who are you?"

Sang Susu's smile froze on his face, and he twisted an ugly expression: "Master Lan, don't you remember me? We also guarded the spirit of the seventh young master of the Wan family together."

"Oh," the mortician answered seamlessly, his tone full of perfunctory, "Understood, please make way, please."

Sang Susu was holding the belt of the wooden box with one hand, with a tender and enthusiastic face: "Of course I dare not stop Mr. Lan if he wants to go there, but...where are Mr. Lan going to take those outsiders in the back?"

The people who were blocked at the back noticed something was wrong in front, and there was a complete silence. They vaguely noticed something was wrong, for example...the Mr. Lan who led them through the crowd of monsters seemed...not an outsider like them .

Red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple flashed on people's faces, and the feet of the smarter people were trembling. They thought about going with Zhou Jianqing.

Are they...have they thrown themselves into a trap?

Zhou Jianqing noticed that people's hearts were fluctuating behind him, and turned his head to wink at Jiang Xingcheng, telling him to appease the crowd quickly, no matter what happens next, at least he must be able to obey the instructions, and don't die in a panic.

"Where am I going, do you want to explain to you?" Lan Yin glanced at Sang Susu indifferently.

Sang Susu didn't get angry when he was refuted like this: "Mr. Lan is joking, how dare I interfere with you, but killing these outsiders will allow us to survive. You haven't forgotten this, have you?"