The daily life of the first brother in the zombie world

"Brother Ming!" A chubby guy cut me off halfway, still holding an iron spoon in his hand, "Do you want to eat?"

I glanced at the fat on his body: "Can I not eat it?"

"Can you say no?" He discussed, "I'll give you a free order, so go in and have a seat."

free?

I felt a shock in my heart.

Is this the legendary face-swiping to eat?

Bang!

The painted iron gate at the entrance of the bar was kicked open.

People who had gathered in the bar poured out one after another. They stood in twos and threes on the street, lit cigarettes and chatted, and glanced at me from time to time.

"Let's go!" Seeing this, the little fat pier got even more excited, "I've prepared homemade plum wine and a TV for you!"

TV set?

I swallowed the refusal that came to my lips, and changed my words: "Then let's go."

"Hey! Great!"

Little Fatty took small steps, led me forward six or seven meters, turned around and entered a Chinese restaurant.

And the group of people on the street followed us not far or near, and they all came.

"Wait." I stood at the door of the restaurant and looked back.

The group of people stopped moving immediately, and stood there smoking and dawdling.

"Brother Ming, what's the matter?" Pang asked me mysteriously.

I shook my head.

Such crappy and obvious stalking, without hostility, should be fine.

"Let's go Brother Ming, the stir-fried kidneys in my store are amazing!"

Xiaopang opened the plastic curtain and rubbed his hands cheerfully.

"Brother! Did you really invite Brother Ming?" A little girl walked over with her ponytail tied up.

I poked half of my head out from behind the chubby and stalwart body, and glanced at her.

Then I was stunned.

The little girl is very beautiful.

Tall, thin, and fair, he looks only thirteen or fourteen years old.

But those eyes are too much like Bu Fan, even when she looks at me.

"Brother Ming!"

Her vivacious voice tends to turn upwards at the end.

This is not Bufan.

There is no child in this world who can call me "Brother Rusheng".

"Hmm." I looked at the menu in her hand and said in advance, "I don't eat, just a pack of cigarettes."

"Okay," the little girl hesitated, "Then you must go to the smoking area."

"Don't, don't, don't," the little fat pier quickly winked at his sister, "Sit whatever you want!"

But before she left, I bypassed Xiaopang and went directly to the smoking area.

As I walked, I looked at the decoration in the restaurant.

A bit shabby.

But very attentive.

It was clear at a glance that the two brothers and sisters were natives of Guangxiang.

"Brother Ming!" The little girl trotted after me, saw me staring at the lame wooden bench, and dragged it away shyly, "I'll go get a good one."

"En." I answered casually, not daring to look her in the eyes, and turned to turn on the TV.

"The latest news, the scientific research department responded to the "accidental injury" incident that happened two days ago, and while promising to compensate the injured, it decided to fully retaliate against the second generation, and will release the third generation after three months "

A video flashed on the TV.

I picked up the cigarette case and shook out a cigarette, and leaned against the table to watch.

on the screen.

A small refrigerated truck transporting seafood was locked by a black iron gun, and the gap between the iron plates that had been vacated was filled with blue light.

in a second.

The screen was completely covered by light, and the small truck also made a violent collision and squeezing sound.

After the light disappears.

The lower half of the pickup truck turned into dots of sparks, and the driver's legs disappeared along with it.

bang.

Only half of the truck fell to the ground, emitting layers of black smoke.

The screen began to shake violently.

I was watching intently, but there was a sudden noise outside.

"No! Brother! Brother, save me!"

"What are you doing! Let her go!"

"Your shop is dirty and run-down. I'm willing to come in because I'm giving you face. Why don't you know what's good and what's wrong?"

"I'm really sorry, my shop is too small to accommodate you guys."

"Looking for death?"

As soon as I heard the tone, I knew something was wrong, so I immediately got up and walked over.

"Other things, we can talk about it, but my sister, you can't touch it." The little chubby guarded her sister behind her, with a neither humble nor overbearing face.

"Who are you stubborn with!" The man picked up the wine bottle on the table and was about to smash it!

Boom!

The glass jar crackled and shattered to the ground.

"Brother Mingming" the little fat man looked at me in a daze, asking for help.

"Sorry, sorry," I stepped on the broken glass and walked towards him, "My hand twitched."

Everyone looked at the wine jar that was originally placed in the center of the table.

Seemed worried that I had hand cancer drawn out.

I stood in front of Xiaopang.

Even without speaking.

Everyone also understood the meaning of "Brother Ming".

The person who was about to do it just now also put down the wine bottle and handed him a cigarette with a smile.

I didn't answer.

He found a wooden stool and sat down by himself.

"What's that?" I pointed to the tooth marks on the little girl's face and asked with a smile, "Who did it?"

"not me!"

"It's not me either."

"It's Margot."

The person holding the bottle just now was pushed out, and he looked back in surprise: "No, I'm the scapegoat for feelings alone? Don't you want to kiss me too?!"

I stared at him carefully for a while.

Before his face became more and more disheveled, Song Kou said: "The wine in this house is delicious."

"Ah," he glanced at the wine bottle and said perfunctorily, "it's delicious."

"Then you drink it." I pointed to the wine on the broken glass.

He froze for a moment, and then realized: "You fart! Is that something people can drink?"

I glanced at Xiaopang, then squinted and pointed to the door.

After he understood, he immediately pulled his sister away.

"You dare to touch people you can't touch, why don't you dare to drink wine you can't drink."

My voice just fell off.

There was a loud slamming sound inside the house.

Xiaopang lowered the shutter door and installed the ground lock.

"What are you doing closing the door! What do you mean!" Margo stood up abruptly.

I also stood up, put my hands in the front pockets of the hoodie, and silently held the knife.

"Don't be so nervous."

"That's right, everyone came out to discuss business, not grabbing land."

"Ma Gebi, please apologize to Brother Ming."

"No," I said before Ma Gebi opened his mouth, "Either I cut it off, or you do it yourself. Anyway, you can't keep your mouth today."

"Fuck" Ma Gebi turned blue, "Ai Ming, are you crazy? Are you related to this family?"

I opened my mouth and was about to speak.

"Wait, Brother Ming."

A woman with heavy make-up came over suddenly, without saying a word, took out a loaded gun from her lap, and directly shot Ma Gebi's lips.

"Ahhh!" Ma Gebi covered his mouth, blood was flowing.

"Is this okay?" the woman asked, "I will cut it for you, and you will help me with my business."

The people around were shocked when they heard the words: "Fuck me? There is such an operation? We can also cut it! Brother Ming, cooperate with us too!"

What is the business?

I said nothing.

They decided to kill Ma Gebi, who kept screaming, one by one.

Xiaopang covered his sister's eyes and hid in the kitchen.

"Brother Ming." The woman sat down beside me and lifted her skirt.

I propped my chin with both hands and shifted one position to the left.

She snorted, and then became serious: "Our company's new second-generation blue blade can make zombies feel pain. It is absolutely useful. I would like to trouble you to use it at the exhibition three days later."

Arms company?

Product exhibition?

I finally understood a sentence.

"Why are you looking for me? You are not bad."

She smiled and waved her hand: "No way, how dare I fight the zombies in close quarters, if the effect is not good then, how can the bosses of Silver Eagle be willing to pay?"

I laughed too.

If the weapon is good enough, are you afraid of poor skills?

"Okay." I agreed.

It just so happens that I also want to know what kind of weapons they have against us.

"Brother Ming! Our company also"

"Brother Ming! There is still here!"

When the other people saw that it was done, they immediately surrounded me and offered me some cigarettes and tea.

I was about to refuse, but I glanced at the TV out of the corner of my eye, and then froze.

"In recent days, we have taken strict precautions and kept increasing the deployment of personnel in Guangxiang District. I believe it will be soon."

on the TV.

A group of people in black combat uniforms jumped out of the armed vehicle.

I stared blankly, not even realizing that the cigarette in my hand fell onto my pants.

"Hey Huo Huo Huo!" The people around shouted.

Someone even spilled tea on my crotch.

But I didn't care at all.

I stared at the TV without blinking, hoping the camera would move a little further to the left.

Was that person who passed by just now Zhao Siyang? !

"Brother Ming? What's wrong with you, Brother Ming?" Someone reached out and waved in front of my eyes.

"Go away!" I kicked him to the ground, staring at the screen.

But it's a pity.

News jump, it's over.

From beginning to end, I only saw half of the man's profile.

But I can still be sure that he is not Zhao Siyang.

I let out a low cry of disappointment in my heart.

Not only is his imposing manner inferior, his outline is also more rounded, and he still has hair.

He is not Zhao Siyang.

Zhao Siyang is dead.

He just looks a little like it.

"Why did you hit someone for no reason?!"

"Ai Ming! Don't be too crazy!"

"Ai Ming! We are asking you something!"

I stood and listened to them scolding for a long time, and when I was about to have a sip of tea, I realized that I was Ai Ming!

"I'm sorry, I just had leg cramps." I squatted down to help him up, making an excuse in a casual way.

"you!"

"So as compensation, I promise what happened just now."

"You" he forcibly turned the swear words in his mouth, "you are so kind."

"Yes."

That night.

The farce in the chubby restaurant is finally over.

I watched them leave, turned around and closed the door, and looked at Magbie on the ground.

How to deal with it?

"Wait! Wait, Xiaofan!" Xiaopang chased his sister and ran out of the kitchen.

I looked at the little girl who was coming with a knife, took a step back, and stuck it against the door.

Then I saw her hacking Magbie to death.

I fuck.

So vicious.

"Ah" Xiaopang was also frightened by his sister, "Why, how can you?"

"We can't keep him! If we let him go, he will definitely come back to take revenge on us in the future!" Xiao Fan wiped away the blood on his face, but inadvertently touched the tooth marks on the side of his face.

"What are you going to do again!" Seeing her running into the kitchen, Xiaopang quickly followed her.

I frowned and followed.

please don't let anything happen

A squeak.

As soon as I stepped into the kitchen, I saw Xiaofan pick up the iron pot of boiling water on the stove and press it on his face.

"do not!"

"No no no!!!"

Xiaopang slapped the iron pot away with one hand, but it was already too late.

A big scar was left on Xiao Fan's face, covering the teeth marks.

I suddenly felt that Margo must have died too easily.

"Hmm..." Xiao Fan grabbed the stove, trembling with pain, and tears kept streaming down his face.

"Fan Fan!" Xiaopang cried so hard.

"Okay," I called Kai Xiaopang, and took Xiaofan out, "First bandage."

"Brother Ming, thank you."

Xiao Fan sat on the bench and looked up at me.

I looked into her eyes, felt a pain in my heart, and quickly looked away: "I didn't do anything."

"No, if you're not here today"

"If I hadn't come, Margot and the others wouldn't have come, let alone you."

Xiaopang walked to the table, and after hearing this, his face turned pale.

He took the medicine box in my hand: "I'll come, Brother Ming, it's all my fault."

I dragged the bench, sat down, and said a little puzzled, "Wrong? Where did you go wrong? It was that bastard."

So he is dead.

a time.

In a half-sized restaurant.

Except for Xiaofan's whining in pain, there was only the sound of the TV.

I held my forehead with one hand and hesitated, should I leave now?

"Today, Silver Eagle Troops"

The news on TV hasn't finished yet.

"Announced the latest information about the intelligent corpse. There are three points: one, the intelligent corpse is located in Guangxiang District; two, the intelligent corpse will change disguise; three, he is hiding beside everyone."

thump.

The water glass on the table was knocked down by Xiaopang.

I watched the water flow by and continued to tap my fingers on the table.

Click, click, click.

The TV is still broadcasting: "So, we are here to issue the latest announcement! Citizens, once you find a man whose height is around 173, please be sure to pull his lower eyelid hard and observe whether there are two superimposed layers."

thump.

I knocked harder on the table suddenly.

How did they know I'd be in disguise? !

I twitched my fingers nonchalantly.

exposed?

Impossible, if exposed, he would have been arrested long ago.

And they still don't know that I'm in the Guangxiang Welfare Institute, which means Shen Beigui hasn't betrayed me yet.

He did not betray me!

Then how can he survive?

Just as my mind was fighting, a slender hand reached out in front of my eyes and tried to pinch my eyelids.

I leaned back sharply!

Right!

The bench fell to the ground.

I grabbed Xiaofan's hand, my eyes were full of cruelty: "What are you doing!"

"Brother Ming!" Xiaopang quickly grabbed me, "Children are ignorant, don't!"

It's over.

Overreacting.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

I froze, and explained somewhat unnaturally: "I don't like people touching me suddenly, it's an occupational disease."

"Yes, yes, yes," Xiaopang immediately gave me a step down, "It's a boxer, it should be."

I nodded, let go of Xiao Fan, and turned around to clean up the broken glass on the ground.

"No need! Brother Ming, look what you are doing! I'll do it!" Xiaopang snatched the shards of glass from my hand, but unfortunately scratched my hand.

"You're not Brother Ming." Sitting on the side, Xiao Fan suddenly said, "Although he doesn't talk much, he never hurts me."

"Hey, how is it possible?" Fatty saw the black blood flowing from my hand, and immediately fell silent.

Snapped.

The black blood from the fingers dripped to the ground, mixed with the wine.

I looked up slowly.

He stared at each other with scarlet eyes.