Wasteland Survival Code

Chapter 192
"You—" The man looked gloomy, looked at Qi Lin, then at Song Xiaodie who was standing against the wall, suddenly kicked an empty can on the ground towards Qi Lin, and then rushed towards Qi Lin. Song Xiaodie!
"Xiaodie be careful!" Qi Lin casually slapped the empty can flying towards his face, and threw the club in his hand viciously!
The high-speed spinning club hit the guy's ribs heavily, and there was a muffled sound and a crisp bone breaking sound at the same time, but the guy's left hand had already reached Song Xiaodie's shoulder.

"Pfft!"

It was the sound of a blade piercing into flesh. Qi Lin was shocked, but found that it was not Song Xiaodie who was injured, but the wrist of the man holding the knife was tightly grabbed by Song Xiaodie's small hand, and the knife Qi Lin threw to him. Her pocket knife completely pierced the throat of the member of the Red Shirt Gang, and a small sharp tip protruded from the back of the neck.

"Uh--"

Qi Lin was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered that Song Xiaodie was no longer the weak girl she used to be after her physical strength increased. As long as one-tenth of the extra strength of the second-level blood baron can be transferred to reality Among them, her strength also surpassed most ordinary people.

Blood kept pouring out from the man's wound, like a broken faucet, dyeing Song Xiaodie's white skirt and calf blood red.

However, the latter did not show the panic that an ordinary girl should have. She snapped her left hand on the opponent's right wrist, and the person immediately released her right hand, and the switchblade fell to the ground in an instant.

Song Xiaodie's right hand was clenched tightly on the jackknife, stirring back and forth in the wound, accompanied by a large amount of warm blood, the person's body softened, and he knelt down with a "slap", falling down He turned to the side—up to this moment, his eyes were still wide open, as if he couldn't believe that the one who killed him in an instant was the seemingly weak blond girl in front of him.

"Cough cough."

Qi Lin coughed unnaturally, but he wasn't surprised at all. After all, Song Xiaodie had spent this period of time fighting mutant creatures in this highly realistic and fully immersive game—and this The ultimate goal of the game is to train qualified fighters who can survive in the wasteland.

"sorry!"

Qi Lin was still reminiscing about Song Xiaodie's neat anti-killing action just now, but who knew that Song Xiaodie suddenly lowered his head, "It's all my fault...I brought them here...I'm sorry..."

From Xu Tuzi's words, it is not difficult to infer that Song Xiaodie asked him to follow him when he went out to purchase supplies, and after he followed Song Xiaodie all the way and took note of the house number, he and two other people planned to engage in a house robbery live.

"It's okay, and I can't blame you. There will be no shortage of this dregs...you should clean it up for me first, or it will be bad if people see it later." Qi Lin waved his hand, and first wiped the trash The necks of the two people who were stunned by the club were twisted, and then they stepped over the corpse and closed the airtight door of the room.

"Oh……"

Song Xiaodie nodded, but then, she held up two little blood-stained hands, looked at Qi Lin at a loss, and said, "What should I do?"

After experiencing so many battles in the wasteland, it is not difficult for her to kill people, but she has no experience in how to destroy corpses and wipe out traces.

Qi Lin rubbed the center of his brows with some headaches: "Well, first wipe off the blood on your hands, and then find a few sacks that are big enough - you don't need to change your clothes for now, so as not to get dirty again later."

"okay--"

Song Xiaodie squatted down, wiped the blood from her hands on the clothes of the dead body, then turned around and went to find the big bag, while Qi Lin dragged all three bodies together, took a nylon bag, and put the The head and shoulders of the corpse that was still bleeding out were covered, so that the blood on the ground would not flow into one piece.

Washing, mopping, cleaning and other steps used up a lot of water. Looking at the water meter running wildly all the way, Qi Lin not only felt a little pain in his flesh - every time the longest black pointer turned around, his own personal resource points The number on the tenth place of the account will drop several times. Although it is low-grade water that has only the minimum filtration and purification and is not drinkable, in this era of scarce resources, such a large amount is also a sky-high price.

"Damn, it's a big loss, I have to find some compensation..."

With that said, Qi Lin squatted in front of the corpse, and began to rummage through the things on the three of them.

A severely deformed aluminum military flagon, two boxes of low-quality homemade cigarettes with only a few sticks left, a set of lockpicking tools made of iron wire and metal brazing, and a few knives that can only be said to be ordinary in workmanship , other than that, the three of them had nothing valuable on them.

"The people who came out to rob these days are all helping the poor..." Qi Lin thought of the few people who blocked him when he went out last time. Those guys were also poor to death, probably because of the little money he had. , all used to buy the murder weapon...

But these three people were different from those last time. They were members of the Red Shirt Gang, so Qi Lin had to be careful with their corpses.

Song Xiaodie managed to find three large and strong sacks from the sundries in the house. Before putting the three of them in, Qi Lin untied the red cloth strips from their arms, and the three The face of the man was scratched with a knife, and then he turned his head and asked, "Xiaodie, do you have sodium hydroxide—well, caustic soda, or quicklime is also fine. I remember I bought some as a desiccant before."

"I am searching--"

After a while, Song Xiaodie immediately ran over with a glass bottle full of caustic soda. Qi Lin took the glass bottle and carefully poured some caustic soda on the faces of the three of them. All the water in it was poured over.

"laugh--"

A choking smell immediately dissipated, and as the caustic soda melted, the bloody skin on the faces of the three of them instantly corroded beyond recognition.

"Okay, I'm going to deal with the corpse, you clean the house again, all the traces are cleaned up, don't save money and oxygen, the power of the ventilation fan is turned on to the maximum, the smell of blood in the room is too strong - next time you kill someone in your own home, Use blunt objects as much as possible, and don't see blood." Qi Lin instructed Song Xiaodie.

"Ah? Next, next time?" Song Xiaodie was obviously a little dazed.

"Well, I mean, if there's a next time."

"But...you gave me this knife..."

"Ahem, this is yours from now on." Qi Lin blushed, quickly pointed to the club lying on the ground, dragged three heavy sacks, hurriedly opened the airtight door and slipped out.

……

There was no one in the tunnel, but Qi Lin didn't dare to stay too long dragging these three conspicuous big bags.Generally speaking, the most appropriate and cost-effective way to dispose of the corpses is to sell them to those black-hearted butchers in the black market, turning these three guys into strips of air-dried meat hanging in the shop—but, if this is done, there is no guarantee that they will be together People will recognize it at the beginning. After all, the power of the Red Shirt Gang can be described as covering the sky with one hand in the dark corner of Vault 187. Qi Lin is not sure whether those black market butcher shops have anything to do with them. .

Then we can only drag these three corpses to a certain corner of the tunnel and wait for them to rot on their own. As long as no one notices them, after the three corpses are decomposed into a pile of bones by microorganisms, the Red Shirt Gang will almost never leave. I want to find these three people.

(End of this chapter)