Picked up a bunch of hair in the game

The man stood in front of the truck and didn't move a step when he saw the stranger appearing suddenly, but Xu Zhaohe thought about it and there was no other means of transportation nearby, seeing that they hadn't stayed here for a long time, he took the initiative to say hello.

"Hi, may I give you a ride?"

The man glanced at him, threw the cigarette butt that burned to the ground and stomped it on the ground. Xu Zhaohe's expression remained unchanged. The Shangzhao Spiritual Umbrella and his machete are probably not small.

Fortunately, the man didn't ask for trouble. After a while, a woman with a child walked around from the other end, and they were the other two protagonists in the family portrait.

The hostess looks quite young, with Xiaojiabiyu's gentle style, and the boy in her hands who is about five or six years old is even more cute, with big eyes flickering. Look at the overly good-looking brother with your head.

The good-looking ones are all brothers.

Xu Zhaohe smiled and bent over to greet him, and expressed his request for a ride again.

The male host still didn't speak, but the hostess smiled at him and said softly: "It's okay, but I don't know where you are going?"

'Of course I will go wherever you go! '

But I can't say this clearly, he is also a person who knows the outline of the previous situation, so he naturally made up a story about looking for relatives thousands of miles away, and blurted out a street that is very close to that old-fashioned community.

Although Brother Zhao is not very good at recognizing the way, his memory is still top-notch. Sure enough, the hostess readily agreed when he heard that it was very close to their home.

As for how this young man in the "wilderness" came here on foot, and how he appeared suddenly, no one cared.

Why bother, anyway, everyone is acting on the spot.

Before setting off, the hostess carefully fed the boy to drink water, and the host got out of the car and handed something to Xu Zhaohe.

The hostess looked up and saw it, and said with a smile: "By the way, please take a family portrait for us."

"........."

Xu Zhaohe looked at the camera, it was very old-fashioned, lying in the pale palm of the host, a small piece of skin was knocked off.

He couldn't help but think of the photo outside, which is the one where he is now. What is the direction of development?

Is he the one who took the picture?

But isn't he a magic stick...

Fearful in his heart, but calmly took the camera on his face, Xu Zhaohe skillfully interpreted what it means to be a dog when he complains inside, and he is as quiet as a chicken on the outside, after he got familiar with the camera a few times, he saw two adults holding their children standing upright in the open space Above, the position remains unchanged.

Put the camera in front of your eyes, you can see the upper bodies of the three people, and you can see a corner of the truck.

And the three people inside were looking straight at the camera, as if they were looking at people through the camera, with gloomy eyes.

Especially the male host, the hatred on his face almost overflowed the screen, reminding him of what Police Officer Xiong said that day, this kind of hatred was either directed at his family or at the person who took their photos.

Xu Zhaohe thought he had nothing to do with them, so he had no choice but to leave now, so he could only suppress the uneasiness in his heart, and clicked the shutter button.

Sure enough, it was the exact same family portrait. They were very happy to see it, took back the camera, thanked him, and praised him for taking a good photo. They will definitely wash it out and hang it at home in the future.

He believed it, they not only washed it, but also washed it big and hung it in the most conspicuous place!

Embarrassed but politely smiled, and the host group on the other side had almost rested, so they planned to continue on their way.

The male owner got into the driver's cab, the female owner took the child and sat in the co-pilot, and Xu Zhaohe sat in the small back seat between the front seat and the truck box, which was a little crowded, with nowhere to put his long legs.

He was still thinking about family portraits and "ghost photos", and he didn't care much about whether the seat was comfortable or not.

The car started quickly, and the hostess whispered to the children in front, occasionally feeding some snacks or something.

As for Xu Zhaohe, leaning on the hard seat, he frowned as he felt the sight of the hostess through the rearview mirror from time to time, as if he had gotten into a black car.

Adhering to the Dafa of seeing out of sight and out of mind, he turned his head and looked out the window. The trees were sparse, with branches spreading and twisting graceful figures, which was no different from what they saw at the beginning.

The sky was still gloomy, and after a while it seemed to be even more cloudy, with a depressing feeling that the storm was about to come.

Sure enough, less than 10 minutes later, there was a drizzle first, and then a torrential rain, crackling on the window, damp and cold permeated, and it was so dark that it was almost invisible.

The originally relaxed fingers clenched instantly, and the side face tensed up. The young man stared wide-eyed at the road and trees that were almost connected to the darkness. It was raining again in the suburbs. This is the rhythm of making trouble.

The male owner in front seemed to curse in a low voice, needless to say about the danger of driving in rainy days, and then he turned on the headlights, "swish" to illuminate the misty road ahead.

Light!

Xu Zhaohe in the back seat straightened up, staring blankly at the area illuminated by the headlights in front, revealing a small piece of light that was temporarily out of the darkness.

The doubts in my heart became a mess, and the sound of my heartbeat like drums and thunder rang in my ears. The night swallowed up the sense of security of human beings, making them have to rely on the little bit of light that they wanted to paralyze themselves for a short time .

This is the first time in this dungeon that he saw someone other than the player make light. Obviously, the old man avoided it like a snake before, so what's the situation now?

Is it because it is not within the confines of the city, or because it is a completely isolated world?

And just when his amplified hearing absorbed all the subtle sounds in his ears, the sound of rain, rolling wheels, wind, breathing, as well as the weeping of children and the soft coaxing of women...

Suddenly there was a strange feeling at his hand, he subconsciously withdrew his hand, raised his brows fiercely, but before he got angry, he returned to calm and even breathed a sigh of relief.

He felt that someone took the opportunity to hold his hand, that illusory feeling that was understandable but indescribable, who else but that black shadow?

But I have to say, compared to the previous three ghosts with unknown natures, the appearance of the black shadow actually gave him an unexpected feeling of peace of mind. Of course, brother Zhao said that either he was crazy or he was crazy, thinking so He must be crazy.

But the relaxed mood cannot be faked, maybe it was the help from Sombra before, or because he never showed aggressiveness, and the relationship between them that they never explained clearly made him really calm down , the emotion that seemed to be induced just now suddenly disappeared.

Holding his chin with his empty hand as if covering something, he turned his head to look at the invisible scenery, and then his cheeks were quietly red and steaming in the darkness.

Hei Ying was originally sitting upright next to him, but when he saw that the young man blushed because of embarrassment, like an attractive red apple, it was fragrant and sweet, and suddenly lost his shape.

Legs longer than Xu Zhaohe's were bent at will, and through the cover of darkness and the invisible face, the black shadow wantonly looked at everything of the people around him.

Zhao Zhao is shy, hey, he is shy!

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The author has something to say: Xiaoying: Zhaozhao, are you shy?

Zhao Zhao: Get out!