The absolute gem of a certain comic series

suddenly.

A "Ta!"

There was a sound that was different from his own footsteps.

Zaimokuza Yoshiki was so frightened that he ran into a room, quickly hid in a corner, pulled out his knife and made a slight buzzing sound, and scanned everything around him with vigilant eyes.

The room was empty, but my heart was under great pressure.

After a while, a man in a hood slowly passed by the doorless corridor.

Zaimokuza Yoshiki decided to take the lead and take the initiative. With my current strength, I will definitely be able to put the knife on his neck quietly.

Hehehe smiled.

Zaimokuza Yoshiki flashed past, like a ghostly figure, and in an instant, the knife in his hand was already placed on his neck.

The man in the hood stopped for a moment, and a cold sweat broke out on his head. At this moment, he didn't even dare to swallow, for fear that the cold breath coming from his neck would scrape off his Adam's apple.

Zaimokuza Yoshiki tried his best to clear his throat, and said with a strong voice: "If you want to survive, throw the package on the ground, raise your hands, and squat on the ground with your head in your hands."

The man in the hood stood there and thought about it. You have a knife on my neck and I can't speak. How can you prove that my next move is harmless?

These are the psychological words of a man who does not want to be beheaded.

The situation was dire.

Zaimokuza Yoshiki didn't dare to be careless, thinking that he was thinking a lot in his heart. Was he ready to raise his hands in resistance?

At this time, the blade is closer to the neck. If there is a slight mistake, the blade blowing hair and breaking hair will directly open a blood-red gash on the fragile skin.

Until a barrage slowly floated by.

...

Earthly world: Your knife is so close to someone else’s neck? He didn't even dare to take a breath, so how could he speak? Besides, you're not afraid of accidentally severing someone's main artery. (I really admire you)

Then a barrage of bullets passed by.

Colorful: That makes sense. On the other hand, you might be a little too cautious when you are so strong. At this moment, you must have the open-mindedness of a strong person. (This is tolerance and greatness)

One born: Judging from the size of his body covered by his black robe, he should only have some close-range weapons. Assuming it is more dangerous, even if he stands within one step of you and shoots, you can still try to see if it is your sword. quick? Or are his bullets faster? (Laughing and saying nothing)

Cherish it now: Based on my own strength, the swordsman general should be able to block the bullet and cut him in half with a backhand sword. (Holding bullets between his fingers, looking as lonely as snow)

Fallen Angel Black Cat: Real or fake? Already so strong? Why can't I observe it? (a look of shock that cannot be concealed)

Golden Retriever: Humph! Of course, with a flick of the finger, the fingertip-sized fireball is faster and more silent than a bullet. The enemy may not know what kind of attack method it was until he died. (A white, slender palm holds the sky fire)

...

Everyone in the group expressed their opinions, but the general idea was to tell General Swordsman to relax.

Judging from the layout of this world, it is probably a slightly more developed technological world.

How developed is it specifically?

It is expected that the group of friends will not force it to the extreme level, otherwise people will not disappear for no reason.

There must be a lot of strangeness in it.

...

Dappled sunlight shines through the windowless wall, and a breeze blows in at the same time.

The hood dropped slightly, revealing the face of an old man with a pair of small glasses on his eyes, which seemed a bit cute.

Zaimokuza Yoshiki spared some time to observe the screen. A long font passed in front of the extremely long empty screen. In the end, he chose to listen to the opinions of his friends. At worst, he would be dead anyway.

And now from the profile, it can be seen that this man looks very melancholy, but his expression always remains indifferent.

At first glance, you can tell that he is a man with a story. Maybe he knows what is going on in this world.

Zaimokuza Yoshiki put down the knife, his tone softened and he no longer seemed so domineering, and said: "Who are you?"

The vicissitudes of life man took a few steps forward and turned around. He touched his neck, which had just become cold, with his hand. Then he looked at the palm of his hand and found no trace of blood. His expression was relieved.

In an era when medicines were almost non-existent, a minor injury might be difficult to heal and might even lead to death.

The vicissitudes of life of the old man groped in his pocket for a while, seeming to be looking for something seriously.

Zaimokuza Yoshiki was alert and prepared to take the bullet directly.

Is the knife fast? Or are bullets faster?

Until the man took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, took out the lighter, and slid his fingers gently.

"Ta!" There was another familiar sound.

Zaimokuza Yoshiki understood. It turned out that he was the one making the strange noises just now.

"Ta! Ta! Ta..."

However, the man in front of me obviously failed. He hit his fingers many times and the lighter did not eject the flame. His expression was not anxious, but he was very relaxed, and he seemed to be used to it.

But seeing this made some people a little anxious, smoking a cigarette and whining, "Can you hurry up!"

After smoking, quickly explain your origins and the corresponding situation in this terrible world.

The man is still trying.

Zaimokuza Yoshiki couldn't stand it anymore, so he held the knife in both hands instead of holding it in his right hand. He put his left hand into his pocket, controlled the void panel with his mind, and clicked "Make" on the chat group system.

Spending a check-in point to exchange for a lighter is actually a loss-making transaction.

Because the value of the lighter is less than one sign-in point, but the manufacturing function will be calculated according to one point.

This is the minimum unit of measurement for chat groups.

Zaimokuza Yoshiki didn't feel sorry for the sign-in points, but felt sorry for this poor man who wanted to smoke a cigarette but couldn't do anything about it.

"I'll give it to you. I hope you'll be careful to protect the lighter next time." Zaimokuza Yoshiki extended his left hand and handed over the high-grade iron lighter.

The man opened his mouth, as if he was not used to it, and coughed from time to time. After a while, he calmed down and said calmly:

"...Ahem! Sorry, I haven't met anyone for a long time, but thank you! My name is Kanazawa, and I draw maps while traveling."

After Kanazawa answered, he nervously picked up the lighter in his palm, and then looked at his face a few more times.

Although he looked quite young, the scene just now was still very scary.

But now when I see his innocent smile, everything feels so damned. Why are everyone born in such a world? !

"It's been too long since I've met anyone?" Zaimokuza Yoshiki was a little confused.

Kanazawa took a deep drag on the cigarette, turned his head to face the sun, and slowly exhaled a puff of white smoke. He took a steady breath and said:

"Really? I think your situation is similar to mine. There may not be many living people in this world anymore. After a long time, I met a living person today, like you."

Zaimokuza Yoshiki's thoughts were running wild. Is it possible that there is a zombie crisis in this world? Or aliens invading earth? Or is it a more bizarre crisis like world destruction?

Seeing that the young man had a confused look on his face, Kanazawa sat down on a stone chair and began to talk to himself.

Everything starts from that day. The memory of that time cannot be said to be very profound, nor can it be said to be very vague. Anyway, it is difficult to forget.