star hunter

This is really exciting news.

Su Xian was very calm. He took the lead in asking about the situation of the other four missing persons: "Where are the bodies of the others? Didn't find them?"

Although it was an interrogative sentence, the key words were used very firmly, because he really did not believe that those brothers were still alive.

"I can't find it." Sure enough, Zhong Yuncong also shook his head, "The statement Xiang Yu got from the smuggler was that the bodies of those four had been disposed of."

Su Xian frowned: "How did you deal with it?"

"I fed it to the 'diseased person', and there is no bone residue left." After Zhong Yuncong conveyed Xiang Yu's original words, he asked blankly, "Su Xian, what is the 'diseased person'?"

Su Xian took a deep look at him, and Zhong Yun's heart skipped a beat in that look. He was not so dull. When he was reading books and newspapers earlier, relying on ambiguous written materials and his own imagination, he was naive. It is believed that those brutal "pathological patients" are just a collective attack of mental illness.

Now think about it, how can everything be so simple?All the people here are secretive about the "pathological person", as if they are ghosts and ghosts, and they will die if they touch it.Then contacting their weird gray-blue eyes, he vaguely understood something.

After realizing it later, in fact, he has seen it before. When he first arrived, the first people who greeted him were those buddies, but he never compared those zombie-like monsters with "people" This word has been associated.

"Guess it?" Su Xian said slowly, "If I guess it, I won't waste my words."

Zhong Yun never knew what to answer, so he had to keep silent. He was thinking about some other issues, for example, what kind of disease was it?Is there any cure?For another example, will Su Xian become like that in the future?

But he didn't dare to ask, maybe he didn't want to ask, this question lay between them, like a thin piece of window paper, once it was pierced, he didn't know what would happen.

Maybe it's nothing to be blind in one eye, but what if you become a monster that is neither human nor ghost?

Zhong Yun never wanted to do things like sprinkle salt on the wound.

Apparently Su Xian didn't want to talk more about this, so they bypassed the topic in a tacit agreement, and Su Xian resumed the conversation: "You just said that they took the corpses and fed them to the 'diseased people'?"

Zhong Yun heard that he deliberately put the accent on the word "hello", and he was sharp for a moment: "This word 'hello' is very suspicious."

Su Xian glanced at him with a half-smile: "Why is it suspicious?"

"It brings a lot of subjective initiative." Zhong Yuncong replied honestly, "In short, it is mixed with artificial meaning."

Su Xian was noncommittal, and turned to the next topic: "Is there any clue on the fifth corpse?"

As soon as these words came out, Zhong Yuncong's expression became very strange, he hesitated for a moment, then nodded shyly: "Yes, yes..."

Seeing that his complexion was not right, Su Xian thought that there was something wrong with the corpse, and his brows that stretched out became frowned again: "What's wrong? Is there something wrong with the corpse?"

Zhong Yuncong gave him a dry smile, but Xiang Yu's original words echoed in his mind: "Damn it, what kind of middle school principal, usually looks like a dog, but when he died, his buttocks were naked, and a piece of cloth on his body was all gone." No! And you know what? It’s just the bottom thing on him, it’s about the size of my thumb, and there’s a condom on it, shit, I don’t know where he got such a miniature model. I don’t know if it’s It’s been frozen for too long, and it’s still standing upright, hahahahaha!”

This unsavory Xiasanlu, coupled with Xiang Yu's wretched look at that time, made Zhong Yuncong's face full of black lines.

In a blink of an eye, facing Su Xian's earnest face with a strong thirst for knowledge, he was even more speechless.

"That's how it is," he pondered for a while, until Su Xian became a little impatient, and finally managed to make up his words, "The body of the missing person No. Condoms, Xiang Yu and the others reasonably suspected that the deceased was killed during...the sexual act, and the cause of death was that a sharp weapon pierced the carotid artery...with a single knife."

After he stumbled and finished speaking, he wiped his sweat impatiently, and felt that the half minute just now was probably the most tormenting moment in his life.

Su Xian didn't overreact to the essence he extracted after filtering, but nodded: "It's a valuable clue, let them call the wife of the deceased to ask, and see if they can get any information."

Although being used as a sounding board, Zhong Yuncong was not dissatisfied, but kindly reminded: "Your colleague should have done this, and ah, my mobile phone has no signal here, so it's useless if you tell me. "

Su Xian glanced at him again, and asked suddenly: "What is your mobile phone like?"

Zhong Yuncong was startled, and quickly took out the mobile phone from his pocket that had lost signal for a long time and the battery had dropped below the safety line, and handed it to Su Xian.

Su Xian didn't take it immediately, but tilted his head to look at it for a while, and then slowly stretched out his hand after a while.

Zhong Yuncong's mobile phone was checked several times in his hand, he accidentally pressed a button, and the screen of the mobile phone suddenly lit up, Su Xian glanced at Zhong Yuncong, the latter understood, he typed I got the lock screen password, and told him by the way: "Actually, there is nothing to see. There is no signal that I can use here. I can't make calls or connect to the Internet. It's no different from a piece of trash."

Su Xian lowered his eyes, and his attention was attracted by the background photo on the screen. The person in the photo had dyed green hair, which was really eye-catching. He couldn't hold back, and let out a sneer.

Zhong Yun couldn't figure it out from the beginning. After seeing his non-mainstream selfie, his old face flushed all of a sudden, and he snatched back the phone: "What's so funny? Everyone has a period of killing Matt in the second place. okay!"

Su Xian spread his empty hands: "Speaking of which, the green color on your head really matches you."

Zhong Yuncong hugged his phone and muttered: "...you don't understand fashion".

Su Xian glanced at his phone again, Zhong Yun turned his back, changed the wallpaper of the phone like a thief, and asked, "Do you still want to look at it again?"

At this moment, he lost all interest, and leaned back: "No, it's just a nice decoration anyway."

Zhong Yuncong became curious: "By the way, you also have communication tools here? What are they like? Take them out and let me open my eyes."

Su Xian glanced at him and said nothing.

"Well... I saw a landline phone at the doctor's place, so there is also a mobile phone?" Zhong Yuncong joked, "I see that the things here are quite old, maybe you still use mobile phones? ?”

Su Xian still didn't speak.

Zhong Yuncong's smile froze, he coughed dryly, scratched his hair, and asked in disbelief: "No way?"

Su Xian hooked the corners of his lips: "Even if it is the most backward mobile phone, few people can afford it. As you can see, almost everything in this city is more than 20 years old. Our light and heavy industries are almost The whole line is paralyzed, raw materials, technology, production lines, workers, we have none of them."

Zhong Yuncong suddenly recalled that he saw the news report on supplies earlier, and the lines were full of joy and encouragement, but supplies are usually used for disaster relief. Listening to Su's gossip, could it be that the disaster in this city has continued? Has it been more than 20 years?

"Have you been living on aid?"

"It's not aid, it's exchange. Our land is too barren and we can't grow enough food." Su Xian shook his head mockingly, "We can't even be self-reliant, we have to rely on the outside world. Once the outside world cuts off the Supply, we're all going to die... this is a veritable 'island'."

Zhong Yuncong immediately shuddered, this feeling of life and death hanging by a thread in the hands of others...it was really terrifying.

"Except for the most basic needs of life, they will not give us extra things." Su Xian's voice was a little cold, "So the old things you see, cars, phones, computers... and so on, will always be old .”

He tremblingly asked: "...why?"

"Why?" Su Xian's eyes were like a freezing world, and an ice storm was brewing, "Because you are afraid of us running out."

He replaced "them" with "you", and that feeling of hatred and resentment spread to Zhong Yuncong. He subconsciously wanted to defend himself, but he couldn't get the words out of his mouth.

He felt that he was about to be smashed to pieces by the storm in his eyes.

"It doesn't make sense for you to tell him this?" A calm voice joined the unfriendly conversation, separating their tense confrontation, "He's outside, just a little ant, and he doesn't even know' The island' exists. Do you expect him to change the situation?"

Su Xian withdrew the thorns all over his body. He also knew that his anger was unreasonable, and he regretted it a little, but the low air pressure will not be relieved for a while, and it is still so sharp that people can't get close. Zhong Yuncong sighed and silently Get up and walk away.

He sat down opposite Zhang Jibai who was buried in his book, and said dejectedly, "I finally know why he hates me so much."

Dr. Zhang raised his eyelids and glanced at him, with a smirk: "Then do you think I like you?"

"..." Zhong Yun was embarrassed for a while, and suddenly began to doubt his life. Is he really at odds with the city's feng shui?A good young man who was obviously very likable at first, but since he came here, he has somehow become the object of everyone's dislike.

After doing nothing for a while, he saw a stack of white papers in Zhang Jibai's hands, and his hands immediately itched, and he asked flatteringly, "Doctor, can you lend me a pen and paper?"

Zhang Jibai's reaction was very cold, he didn't even bother to say anything, so he just nodded casually, Zhong Yuncong didn't mind, took out a piece of white paper, picked up a pen, and started to paint and draw on the scenery outside the window.

Although Zhang Jibai didn't make a sound, his gaze behind the lens followed Zhong Yuncong all the time. It wasn't until the outdoor scenes began to appear under his pen that he realized: So this kid can also draw.

"Doctor." When they were all focused, a clear and delicate voice sounded, Zhang Jibai and Zhong Yunnong involuntarily put down what they were doing, and turned their heads in unison.

Yingying stood there pretty and lively, her eyes resting on Zhong Yuncong's landscape sketch, her eyes were full of surprises.

"Wow, it turns out Brother Yun can still draw!"

Zhong Yuncong was very helpful, looking at this girl, he thought happily: Finally, someone who likes me has appeared.