Picked up a bunch of hair in the game

It was already 09:30, Xiao Zhaohe looked at his small watch, and then continued to crouch in the corner with his backpack in his arms, looking at the silent door and waiting.

The severe cold outside squeezed in through the dilapidated window and floated to dance around the children.

Zhao Zhao shrinks her neck, gathers her collar up, and turns her head to look up at the only window in the house.

The window was on the top, small, with a small crack on the side, and a pile of sundries piled up under the window sill.

He thought for a while, put his backpack on the ground, and ran to wait and see under the pile of sundries.

There were a few unused tables and chairs and some cardboard boxes. He reached out and pressed hard on them, and then tried to climb up.

It was completely feasible. He climbed onto several large boxes with hands and feet, leveled a small chair on it, stood on it carefully, wiped the dust on the window with his sleeve and looked out.

It's snowing, the outside is covered with snow, and the snow is like fluff.

The hot exhaled air covered the window with a layer of white mist, Xiao Zhaohe wiped it with his hand, and continued to look at the window sill.

From here you can see the red domes separated by a small forest, which are the tents of the circus.

There is a huge colorful ball on the dome, which is very interesting to watch.

The trees are all evergreen pines, covered with white snow at this moment, when the branches finally can't bear the weight of the snow, they will be bent, and when the snow falls, they will bounce back in an instant.

Xiao Zhaohe just watched the piles of thick snow falling to the ground, until another gust of cold wind howled in, and he shivered suddenly.

His face and little hands were already red with cold, Xiao Zhaohe rubbed his hands together, sniffing the fresh air coming in through the crack of the window, suddenly aroused goose bumps all over his body.

It's a rotten smell.

Bloody, stale, blowing with the cold winter wind.

He froze for a moment, staring out the window and searching for something carefully, finally saw more than one figure shaking behind a few trees.

They couldn't see their faces clearly from a distance, but when they gradually walked in, they revealed dark red and mottled clothes, and horrible, rotting faces.

There were bloodstains and bite marks all over his body, and there was also a person who lost half of his face, who should have turned into a zombie after being bitten.

The zombies finally appeared and were approaching here.

Xiao Zhaohe came back to his senses suddenly, his eyes were solemn.

He climbed down from the cardboard box, pushed back the giant bench that Shen Chen had removed earlier, wiped off his sweat and took a few breaths, then flew back to a pile of debris and pulled it hard.

He wanted to find out if there was any weapon he could use, but other than colored balls and small flags, he did have an iron rod, but it was too heavy for him to hold.

Zhao Zhao sighed, picked up the backpack on the ground and put it on the broken chair, then climbed under the window to look.

The zombies are getting closer. I don't know if they noticed someone inside, or they just passed by.

This time Xiao Zhaohe saw their faces clearly, a female zombie and a male zombie, wearing uniform blue and white striped clown costumes, they might be circus staff.

He withdrew his gaze and supported the box and climbed down again, but this time he was probably too impatient, seeing that the sundries at the bottom shook a bit when he was about to fall to the ground, Xiao Zhao and the other one just flopped rolled down.

The black overcoat was instantly covered with dust, and he got up neatly, looked at the scratches on his palms, and wiped it on the clean part of the clothes casually.

Although it hurts, it doesn't seem to hurt the bones. Fortunately, the clothes are thick, Xiao Zhaohe didn't take it seriously, and glanced around, but found a black thing in the corner.

He walked over suspiciously, grabbed the handle and pulled out the black object, which turned out to be a long black umbrella.

The umbrella surface and ribs are intact and undamaged, and I don't know why they were thrown here.

He opened the black umbrella, and unexpectedly found that it was very similar to Shen Chen's, probably all plain black umbrellas without decoration.

Xiao Zhaohe propped it on top of his head and turned it around twice, then closed his arms and stretched his arms to touch the sharp umbrella tip, his eyes lit up in vain.

Although it would be strange to use an umbrella as a weapon, he can't handle the heavy one, and he can't go up to fight hand-to-hand with the light one, that's all!

Xiao Zhaohe put away the black umbrella with satisfaction, and put it together with his and Shen Chen's backpacks.

After working so hard for a while, I was sweating all over my body, and the unbearable hunger finally came out belatedly. I ate a small piece of bread last night, and I only took a sip of water this morning. I came back to my senses. The stomach began to churn, and the mouth became even more sour.

His face gradually became ugly and pale, Xiao Zhaohe sat on a small cardboard box, stared at the backpack and started to be dazed.

After a while, he opened the backpack, looked at the three bags of bread and three and a half bottles of water inside, and closed it again with a smile.

There is still a lot of food, Shen Chen will not be hungry for a while.

But he is a child, consumes little energy, and can hold on.

He swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva with difficulty, rested his head on his knees for a while, and when he felt better, he climbed up the pile of debris to look outside.

The zombies were nowhere to be seen, and their roars were not heard nearby.

He was relieved, it was already 10:30, but Shen Chen hadn't come back yet.

Xiao Zhaohe ran to the door to look again, but the door was tightly closed and he could not see the outside. Disappointed, he had to sit on his small cardboard box and wait again.

The time suddenly became harder to bear, and he kept looking at his watch, running back and forth between the cardboard box and the door.

Finally, when the minute hand reached 12, there was a slight noise outside.

Xiao Zhaohe flew over in an instant, climbed onto the bench and put his ear to the door to listen carefully to the movement outside.

"Dud Tuk——Zhao Zhao, it's me."

It was Shen Chen's voice!

Xiao Zhaohe jumped off the bench in an instant, dragged it aside with all his might, opened the door impatiently, and said with bright eyes, "You're back!"

He looked up and saw Shen Chen's tall figure against the wind and snow behind him, with familiar gentle eyes in his eyes.

Shen Chen raised his numb hands that were red from the cold and gently rubbed the child's head, looking at those eyes full of pure joy, he smiled, "Well, I'm back."

"And me!" Another figure leaned out from behind Shen Chen, looked at Xiao Zhaohe and waved his hand, then stabbed Shen Chen's back with his elbow, "Your brother?"

Shen Chen glanced at him and said, "Go in and talk."

Seeing the sudden appearance of a stranger wearing the same clothes as them, Xiao Zhaohe immediately became vigilant, ran in and stuffed the backpack behind the sundries, blocking his sight with his back all the time, then turned around and politely put Give up the small chair to the visitor.

Fu Zhou looked at the child who was at most eight or nine years old and pushed his glasses, looked at Shen Chen's face and then at the child's face, as if he couldn't find any similarities, and they seemed to be equally beautiful.

This is probably the so-called, beautiful skins are the same?

Shen Chen pushed back all the heavy objects, and when he turned around, Fu Zhou was already sitting on the chair and chatting with Xiao Zhaohe.

"Kid, what's your name?"

Looking at his smiling eyes, Xiao Zhaohe suddenly bent his beautiful eyes and showed a cute smile, "Didn't my brother tell you?"

Fu Zhou glanced at Shen Chen, sat down honestly and stopped talking.

To be honest, he regrets it a little now, with such a young child, no matter how powerful Shen Chen is, he may not be able to guarantee that they will escape unscathed.

Shen Chen approached, found a place to sit down, and said, "My brother Shen Zhao."

"That's right, that's how it is." Xiao Zhaohe agreed with a smile.

Fu Zhou rubbed his nose, "That's it, she looks so cute..."

Shen Chen didn't answer any more, and Fu Zhou on the side also stopped talking.

Speaking of which, although Shen Chen is handsome and good-looking, but with that kind of aggressive good-looking, if he has no expression on his face and doesn't speak, it will be colder than the ice lump outside.

It was only when he treated Zhao Zhao that he could be patient and gentle, leaning into his ear and whispering, "Bring me the map."

Xiao Zhaohe glanced at Fuzhou, turned around and walked to the corner for a while, then gave him a brightly colored map.

Shen Chen threw the map towards Fu Zhou, "Two ten minutes."

Fu Zhou smiled, took out the flashlight in his bag and looked at it carefully.

There is no heating in the house, and it is actually not much warmer than outside.

Shen Chen unzipped his coat and wrapped Xiao Zhaohe into his arms. Seeing some dirt on his body, he frowned and asked, "Are you injured?"

Xiao Zhaohe shook his head, "No."

He put his hands into his pockets, resting his head on Shen Chen's chin, and suddenly smelled a faint smell of blood from the tip of his nose.

The smell is very light, if you don't get close, you can't smell it at all.

Xiao Zhaohe looked back at him instantly, groped up and down with a worried expression, and finally found that the corner of his clothes was wet, and it was so hard that it was about to freeze into ice.

"What's going on?" he asked.

Shen Chen didn't expect the child to be so sensitive, so he said helplessly: "It's okay, I solved some troubles, the blood was splashed on it."

At that time, because he was afraid that Xiao Zhaohe would find out and worry, Shen Chen carefully rubbed his hands and the corner of his blood-stained clothes with snow several times, until finally his hands became unconscious, red and swollen and almost turned into pig's trotters.

Zhao Zhao didn't speak, took his hand and looked at it carefully, and put it in his arms to hold it distressedly.

Shen Chen couldn't utter a word of rejection, and moved his hands back, one of them forcefully wrapped him in his arms, "Are you hungry?"

Zhaozhao buried his face in his chest, shook his head upon hearing this, and said in a muffled voice, "It's okay, are you hungry?"

"I'm fine too."

……

Fu Zhou next door couldn't see anything, and stared enviously at the pair of deeply affectionate brothers not far away.

Even the closest people in the dungeon may turn against each other, and it is really rare to do this.

At that time, the zombies hadn't rushed over yet, so they had time to rush out, at most they just quickly found a new place to avoid.

But Shen Chen said that his younger brother was waiting for him, and he had to go back before noon, and he was unwilling to lead the zombies there.

But there are seven or eight zombies, can they be killed by the two of them? !

Fu Zhou felt that he was asking for trouble. They could go to other places to hide first, and it would not be too late for them to find his brother after the zombies dispersed or there was another exit there.

Isn't this what ordinary people think?

However, before he could finish his thoughts, Shen Chen had already started swinging the machete to test his hand.

Higher windows are useless, so he dug a hole under the door, and when the zombies started crawling in, they were all wiped out like cutting carrots without blinking an eye!

It was really the first time Fu Zhou saw him act like he didn't take the opportunity to run away, but waited for the danger to approach before stepping forward.

But I have to say that some blood boiled.

After chopping up all the zombies, Shen Chen threw the discarded machete aside, opened the door and walked out, then squatted in the clean snow beside him.

Just when Fu Zhou began to suspect that this was some kind of mysterious ceremony, and stepped forward to take a peek, he discovered that he was actually wiping the blood on his shoes with snow. I checked my body, even the dirt on the corner of my clothes must be wiped clean.

At first he thought that Shen Chen was obsessed with cleanliness, but later he thought that he might be afraid that the dirty blood from wounds on his body would be infected in the future.

But now he understands, because someone will worry about him.

The child looked young but not afraid at all, and was holding his hand in his arms to keep him warm.

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