doomsday seclusion

The Municipal Library is not near here, but it's not far either.

It takes 10 minutes by car to arrive.

After driving the Hummer into the employee parking lot, Mu and I got out of the car with food, ignored the scattered zombies in the museum, and walked straight to the curator's room without looking sideways.

Libraries and bookstores are relatively peaceful places at any time. Before the end of the world, robbers are usually not interested because of the low economic efficiency;It is ironic to say that if people are willing to read more books, maybe the crime rate will not be so high, and the morality will not be so corrupt.

The zombies that are wandering in this building full of literary and artistic atmosphere at this moment are nothing more than two kinds of people: one is the unlucky ghost who was chased here by the zombies, and the other is the madman who loves books and puts his life and death beyond his control.Either way, it's sympathetic, and I don't mind letting them wander around here as long as it doesn't disturb our sleep.

Opening the door of the curator's room, the inside was fairly clean. The first ray of sunlight in the morning shone through the window on the empty office chair, revealing a trace of solemnity in the silence.It seems that yesterday there was an old gentleman or old lady in a formal suit with meticulously combed hair sitting at the table, seriously handling the complicated affairs in the museum.

This kind of phantom lasted only for a moment, the person has passed away, and the black office chair was actually covered with a thin layer of dust. I had no intention of staying in memory of the empty building, so I pushed open the hidden bookshelf to let the rest of the room behind The air in the small space can circulate slightly.

The furnishings in the lounge are quite simple, with a single bed, a small wardrobe, a double sofa, a glass coffee table, and a colorful abstract painting hanging on the wall.

Without my ordering, Mu used his thoughts to stuff all the bedding on the bed into the closet, so that it would be convenient for me to move later.I spread new pillows and quilts on the bed and sofa, and made them comfortable. When I turned around, the curtain had already jumped onto the sofa, occupying the small space first.

"I'll sleep here, Ah Ling, you sleep on the bed."

His tall body is curled up on the small sofa, looking a little aggrieved, but he has a happy expression on his face, as if he has found the warmest nest in the world.

"Don't make trouble, your back will hurt the next day." I said matter-of-factly.

"No, it's here." He turned over, turned his back to me, and refused to leave without saying anything.

Seeing his willful and naive behavior, I wanted to pull his ears hard, but I held back after all.

"It's up to you, don't come to me if it hurts here or there tomorrow." I said with a straight face, he covered his ears and pretended he didn't hear it, and then wrapped himself into a huge silkworm cocoon happily in sleep.

I was speechless for a while, and I didn't want to talk to him, so I had to close the blackout curtains to block the gradually glaring light outside, then went straight to bed, pulled the quilt over my head and fell asleep.

***

I don't know how long it took, but I just felt my body sink.

At first I thought I was still dreaming, and I felt out of breath, but when my hands were also subdued by the left and right, the feeling of being unable to move finally made me fully awake.

The opponent's strength was astonishing, and he pinned me tightly to the bed, unable to move an inch.In the dark room, although his facial features could not be seen clearly, his thin figure was very familiar.

"screen?"

At the same time as I made the sound, I turned my head to look at the sofa. The quilt that was supposed to be raised has collapsed at this moment. At this moment, a fresh breeze blows in from outside the room, and bright light shines in through the cracks in the raised curtains. , illuminating that expressionless face.

"Who are you?" he asked in a low voice.

My heart sank.

He didn't hear my answer for a while, and he continued to talk again.

"This is where?"

Cold expression, unfamiliar tone of voice, aggressive movements.

I remain silent.

Impatiently, he bent down and got close to my face, like a black panther preparing to hunt, slowly showing its fangs.

"Speak." There was a hint of sternness in his tone.

"Aren't you good at reading minds?" I finally said, "How about reading it?"

He froze for a moment, then fell silent.

I stared at his eyes that were shining in the dark, and a coldness rose in my heart.

The original owner of the body really won't disappear so easily, and has been dormant in the dark like a poisonous snake, just waiting to bite someone.

It's just that he's back, so what about the curtain?

The question in my mind was still circling, and in the next second, I was strangled fiercely by the neck.

"Who the hell are you!" he snapped, "Why can't I read your mind?"

Blame me?

I complained in my heart, but my face was calm.

"Do you want me to answer, or do you want to strangle me?"

His hands were frighteningly strong and merciless.The lack of oxygen made my face flushed and my mind dizzy. If he doesn't let go, I think I can pass out directly.

Hearing my protest, he finally let go of his hand mercifully, but still tightly clasped my neck.

"Don't try to play tricks," he warned.

Fresh air flowed into my lungs, and I gasped to calm my racing heart.

"My name is Su Ling, and I'm not your enemy." I said, "Maybe we can have a good talk."

"Why are we in the same room?" He asked mercilessly with sharp eyes, "Where are Lin Qinghe and Lai Yuren?"

"Then I have to ask you." I returned the first question to him in a dazed state, "You walked in by yourself, I didn't force you to do anything."

"As for Lin Qinghe, he and I are not in the same group, and I don't even know Lai Yu."

"Sir, for the sake of saving you from the research institute, can you let me go?"

I said rudely and politely.

Hearing the word "research institute", his body tensed for a moment, and his sharp eyes kept wandering on my face, as if he wanted to verify the authenticity of the words.

"If I really wanted something wrong, or if I suspected that my life was in danger, how could I sleep in the same room as you unpreparedly?" I asked back.

His expression seemed to be shaken.

"Your questions, as long as I can answer them, I will tell you one by one." I persisted, "I only want to get along with each other on an equal footing, at least not in such a threatening and oppressive situation."

He stared into my eyes, and I looked at him without fear, and the two sides were at a stalemate for a while.

half an hour.

"How did I get into this room without any consciousness or memory?" he asked.

"I said I would answer you, but on an equal footing." I wouldn't budge.

"..."

The room fell into an eerie silence again.

moment.

The shackles on the neck and wrists were loosened, and he straightened his upper body, giving me room to half sit up.

"Now, can we talk?" He looked sullen.

I moved my gaze down, and my eyes settled on the lower body that was still suppressed by him.

"Don't push yourself too far." He remained motionless, his face even more gloomy.

"Okay." Although separated by a sleeping quilt, such an overly close contact still brings full oppression. Although it is not very satisfactory, it seems to have to accept it.

"You walked in by yourself..." Seeing that he was about to get angry again, I raised my hand to stop what he was about to say: "Well, let me tell you, you were actually moved in..."

I point behind him.

"Here, he is the one who contributes."

He didn't doubt him, and looked back along my fingers.

boom!

In the next second, my unconscious body fell heavily on me.

The sneak attack was successful, I squinted my eyes, threw the heavy dictionary in my hand, and patted the dust that didn't exist on my hand.

The threat disappeared, and the anger of being woken up seemed to go with the wind. I curled the corners of my lips and kicked the "corpse" under the bed.

Knowing that he and I are the only ones in the waiting room, but still being deceived by such a low-level deception, this guy's IQ is as good as the screen, it is really worrying.

I shook my head and pulled up the quilt to get ready to lie down. This kind of vile guy who disturbs people's dreams is really a crime that cannot be punished.It's just that the action has not yet been implemented, and the stubborn guy groaned at this moment, clutching the back of his neck and sitting up from the foot of the bed in pain.