Resident Evil Redemption

When the boy woke up, he felt that his neck was a little numb. He wanted to reach out to touch it, only to find that he was firmly tied to the chair.

"Hey! What are you doing?!" He yelled at Shrine who was sitting by the window not far away.

"Can you keep your voice down?" Shrine continued to look out the window without even looking at him.

"They will come." The boy looked at her provocatively, "You are alone here, don't you think about how you will die later?"

Shrine lowered his head and smiled, don't dream, young man, although I don't know how you escaped the death sniper of One, but I guarantee that your teammates are not as lucky as you.She looked at him with caring and mentally retarded eyes.

"..." Shrine sighed, and dragged her stool about a meter away from the boy, she said seriously, "Boy, have we met before?"

"Absolutely not." The boy stared into her blue and green eyes, "I wouldn't mind meeting you a few years earlier..."

"Well, maybe I made a mistake." She looked towards the door on one side.

"You'd better let me go," the boy leaned forward with difficulty, "I promise I won't let them break in here."

"You know, mercenaries are usually not so talkative." Shrine carelessly rubbed the boy's messy dark yellow hair, "Also, it's time for you to cut your hair."

"Don't touch me!" He shrank his neck stubbornly, but his mouth was full of teasing, "I said girl, why do you say everything I hear is so vicissitudes..."

"Just sit there." Shrine sat next to the jamming device, staring at the surrounding movement displayed on the screen, "Don't force me to press that thing again."

"..." Perhaps because he was afraid of "electric shock therapy", he finally shut up sensibly. Shrine stole a glance at him with a suppressed smile.

After that, the two were silent for a long time.

"Hey!" Oh my god...how did this guy start again? ? ?

"What's the matter?" Shrine stroked his forehead.

"What's your name?" He looked at her, "Anyway, a code name is fine."

"Seven." She replied casually, forget it, since it's too boring, why not chat with him for a while.

"Seven...? Wait a minute..." He looked at Shrine in surprise, as if he didn't believe her words, "Is that... Death God Seven?"

"..." Death God Seven? Shrine froze for a moment, could it be that his peers called him that?She didn't speak, but suddenly felt very funny.

"Come on, little sister," he let go of his legs dissolutely, and smiled mockingly, "the old man died a long time ago..."

"Dead?" Shrine raised an eyebrow, looking at him with interest.

"If you want me to tell you, kid, next time you should pretend to be a living person." He looked at Shrine with a playful face, and she understood that this guy was trying to provoke her.But unfortunately, she never took this set.

"It's up to you." In short, Shrine felt that this topic could be over.She stopped making a sound.

"Hey!" He was still tireless, "If you don't want me to call you 'Hello' all the time, you should tell me something."

"Shrine. My name." She was still staring at the instrument.

"Shrine?" I don't know if he did it on purpose or not. In short, the name came out of his mouth, and it was always inconsistent. "Does this name mean something in English..."

Suddenly, her cell phone rang.She ignored his question directly, walked to the door, and picked it up.

"Cap, something went wrong." It was Six.

"report."

"..."

"..." Shrine glanced back at the chatterbox, and put down the phone.

"The ones stationed in the east are your rebels?" Shrine leaned against the door frame and looked at the boy.

"Miss, if you ask directly like this, will you get the answer you want?" He asked back.

"It doesn't matter," Shrine narrowed his eyes, "it ends in my favor anyway."

"what happened?"

"It's nothing, it's a common thing..." Shrine shrugged, "The entire team in the east was betrayed. It's a pity, they were all dead before we even started..."

"..." The boy unexpectedly didn't speak, but his facial expression changed slightly.Oh, have you been hit?

"Is today your lucky day?" Shrine walked slowly back to the instrument, "Without me, you might have died there early in the morning."

"Oh..." In the end, the boy just sighed softly, "No wonder they didn't come to me..."

Ha ha, it seems so.

What a coincidence, it was another person who was used to betrayal.

"And now? Who are you going to work for?" Shrine propped his chin behind his back, his tone full of sarcasm, "Tell me, what's in this forest, why do you all want to come to this center..."

"I've always worked only for money, Miss!" His tone still sounded very relaxed, "To tell you the truth, there are incredible things hidden in this forest, especially in this area..."

"You mean...here?" Shrine pointed at the almost rotting wooden floor under his feet, and stamped his foot jokingly.Then, the two looked at each other.With her calf sank into a rotting hole, it seemed they had discovered something incredible...

"What's there?" Seeing Shrine lying there looking down, the boy couldn't hold back his curiosity.

"Tons of drugs, I think..." Shrine said, looking up at the boy.

"How much is it worth?"

"Enough to build a White House in your hometown..."

"..." The two looked at each other again, as if they had found some common hobbies...

"How to do?"

"Kill them all?"

It's just that the two of them seemed to have just reached an agreement when a bullet flew in while grazing the top of the boy's head, and it was firmly nailed to the wall of the wooden house.

"Shit!" The guy seemed to be taken aback, or out of anger, he yelled angrily.

"There is a blind spot in sniping, it seems that they are already here." Shrine grabbed the gun behind the door and adjusted the eyepiece calmly.

"So are you ready to let me go?"

"Sorry, not yet." Shrine turned around and smiled at him tactfully.

"..."

But in the end she chose to let him go first. Shrine found that this agile teenager was merciless in killing people.Is this a terrible thing?

It was already dusk, and seeing the corpses strewn all over the place, the two of them could finally go back to the house and sit down with peace of mind.

"You're pretty good at it!" Shrine pulled the bench back opposite him, and handed him some unappetizing food, "Let's make do with it, life outside is like this..."

Is this what life is like outside?Why does this girl always say such age-inappropriate words?This reminded him of his... Forget it, she's dead.

"Do you know what I'm thinking?" The boy paused, took the food, and jokingly said, "If I'm not here, can you handle so many people by yourself?"

"Of course, it's just a waste of time." Shrine smiled.Anyone who knows her must know that she is absolutely telling the truth.However, the combination of this guy's facial features clearly shows that he doesn't believe this statement.

Even so, he did discover that this girl's close combat was indeed very good.

"Who taught you these things?" He couldn't help asking this young girl who seemed to be a capable mercenary.

"A man..."

"Your father?" the boy asked tentatively.

"..." Suddenly, Shrine seemed to remember something, and seemed to be a little distracted.She reacted for a while, then shook her head, "No, my father is a jerk..."

"What a coincidence, so is my father." The boy didn't seem to want to hide anything, he paused, and asked, "What about your mother?"

"She passed away..." Shrine answered crisply.

"She is also..."

"..." The two looked at each other, and then they bowed their heads and smiled mockingly at each other in a very tacit understanding.This smile is not mocking the other party, but mocking himself.

During the night, Shrine moved his bench next to the boy against the wall.

"I don't know your name yet." She asked him softly.

The boy glanced at her, "Jack, Jack Muller."

"Shrine, Shrine Corova." She imitated the tone of his introduction, stretched out a hand, and shook hands with him automatically.

"Germans?" she continued.

"Edonia...how about you?"

"Russia…"

"I thought you were American..."

"..." Shrine smiled, tiredness was written all over his face.She leaned her head gently on the boy's shoulder, "Can I trust you? Jack... there are only two days left."

"..." He didn't speak.

"Okay, good night, Jack..." She just leaned on his shoulder unscrupulously. To put it bluntly, she was just looking for a reason to stay away from the rotten and smelly wood and make her head more comfortable, that's all.

The boy raised his head, the curve of his jaw was as clear as a Greek sculpture.He stared at the twinkling stars in the sky outside the door, and he didn't know the reason for his inexplicable affection for this girl.An extremely similar but miserable family background?Cynical indifference to betrayal?Extreme belief in money?Hehe, forget it, they are all small bugs on a rope, so why bother?

Anyway, I tried my best to make you believe me.