Wanjie takeaway

"Get up! Come out, come out!"

Di Weilai supported Wei Dao and stood in the crowd.

Everyone panicked and huddled together.

Teams of people with guns, wearing yellow leather clothes, stood outside to guard.

They said something familiar to everyone in a strange and jerky tone: "Leave things behind, put your heads in your hands, and stand in a row!"

Someone shouted: "Why listen to you? Who are you?"

"The place hasn't arrived yet, what are you going to do?"

"So what if we don't listen? Don't be complacent!"

What responded to the noisy environment was the barrels of guns in the hands of those people.

Bang bang bang.

Gunshots were fired in succession, and the crowd became agitated, and suddenly gave way to a few open spaces.

It turned out that the gunshot just hit the living person, and the living person became a dead person.

The bright red blood flowed out and splashed on the faces of the people around, as if their pale faces could be rosy because of it.

The ground was also stained red.

The crowd quieted down.

Even if someone sneakily hid something and took it away, no one dared to stand up and refute the protest.

Things seemed to calm down just like that.

The people who passed the inspection crowded together again like a flock of quails, like a pot of overcooked glutinous rice balls.

The strange team with guns stepped up to the crowd, looked at them with pride, and raised their voice in a strange tone: "Listen well, it is your blessing to do things for us, for Prosperity, for the sake of peace, you should sacrifice everything for us."

The more he spoke, the weirder the tone of the words became, as if some unspeakable instrument was playing in his mouth, without visible light.

Can't see people.

It also seems to be a fanatic who ran down from some altar, talking about gods and gods, making people feel at a loss.

He added: "Follow us, don't think about running away, the people lying on the ground are your only fate."

The crowd reacted again, the crowd was restless, the gunshot rang out, bang—they had no choice but to be quiet again.

It's just that some whispers can't be stopped.

A few unlucky ones were randomly picked out, and the crowd was reduced again.

It's quiet now.

Only the sound of footsteps and breathing.

The team drove the crowd and came to the entrance of a deep and dark mine.

There is a dim yellow kerosene lamp hanging on the wall of the hole here, and the light only emits a small halo, which looks mild and harmless.

Innocent and helpless.

"Go in! Go in! Dig out all the gold you see, follow the people inside, follow them to learn how to do things, hurry up!"

The people in the line shouted.

The lamp seemed to flicker because of it.

Everyone wanted to say something, but they still didn't say it.

A large group of things was randomly piled up beside the hole, and when the crowd got closer, they realized that those were professional supplies with blood on them.

Mining equipment, helmets, small lights, pickaxes, hoes, carts, protective clothing...

It shouldn't be inferior goods, but almost none of them are completely clean, either with blood or mud, hair and flesh.

Or, a corner is missing, and some incomprehensible incomplete handwriting also learns to lack arms and legs.

Among the crowd, Di Weiliao seemed exceptionally proficient.

He bent down and picked up two helmets and pressed them on the small lights. He grabbed two sets of protective clothing and put them in the crook of his arms. After finding enough preparations, he turned around and almost ran into Wei Dao who was following him.

"Why are you so close?"

Di Wei asked.

Wei Dao twitched the corner of his mouth: "I can't watch?"

Di Weilai handed a portion of the things in his hand to Weidao: "No, I thought you were waiting a little farther back, but who knew you were coming, I almost bumped into you."

Wei Dao wiped his tears casually while changing his hands: "You still blame me?"

Di Wei smiled: "How dare I?"

Wei Dao whispered, "Have you hidden those things and brought them out?"

Di Wei replied.That's what it means to bring it out.

Wei Dao said nothing more.

Passing by a person in the team who was watching everyone with vigilant eyes, dangled behind Wei Dao and Di Weiliao, seeing no sign of anything wrong with them, he whipped Wei Dao and cursed: "Dawdling! Hurry up!"

Di Weiwei blocked Wei Dao without showing any signs.

The other party saw nothing wrong.

Wei Dao asked: "Do you know who they are?"

Di Weiliao replied: "Probably from the East, living a good life. We can't."

Wei Dao patted his clothes: "Have you dealt with them before?"

Di Wei shook his head: "No, I've seen it, I know."

Wei Dao: "Oh."

He didn't ask any more questions, another Japanese came over again, dangling behind the crowd, his eyes were like guarding against thieves.

The two did not speak again.

The Dongyang people divided them into several small teams and waved their hands to let them in.

Group after group went into the cave, behind them were Japanese men with guns and helmets as bright as flashlights.

Going deeper, someone has already been working in it.

His complexion is sallow, skinny, his hands and feet are black, he is silent, just moving, like a machine, his eyes are always the same indifferent when looking at people, as if the heavy indifference is at work, no talking, no playing, no noisy, the smallest She doesn't seem to be more than ten years old.

The oldest looked no older than fifty.

I don't know if the older ones have died, or the weak ones have been thrown aside.

Wei Dao is inherently weak, working in such a depressing and terrible environment, even if Di Wei is beside him, he can't hold on.

What I ate was black steamed buns that were hard and cold, and my hands were full of flour scum when I squeezed them. I choked my throat after eating dry. I was hungry if I didn’t eat. I had diarrhea after eating. I was still hungry after eating. One per person. , It is not allowed to hide, and if the half of the hide is found, they will be killed.

Wei Dao couldn't survive, and collapsed within a week.

The whole person is dying, with chapped lips, red eyeballs, messy hair, dust or flying catkins all over his body, and dirty clothes. At first glance, he seems to be tattered, but in fact he is still Not a single hole.

There are no medicines here.

Di Weilai couldn't come up with any treatment method to treat Wei Dao's dead horse as a living horse doctor.

Wei Dao soon died.

It was one night.

No one knows, quietly.

Wei Dao opened his eyes again, he was surrounded by familiar train cars.

Di Weilai stood beside him, pulling his wrist, looking a little nervous: "Are you really angry?"

Wei Dao smiled: "No."

He didn't know what Di Weiliao was talking about just now.

But it doesn't matter, it really doesn't exist now.

He didn't want to know what Di Weilai said to him before, since he would be angry, there would definitely not be any good things to be happy about.

Di Weiliao looked at Weidao cautiously, doubtful.

Wei Dao: "Ahem——"

Di Weilai pulled the person closer to him, and said in a low voice: "Did you forget what I just said? I think you still need to know something, you don't need to say it, just listen to me, Didn't I joke with you before?

You should remember, and then, accidentally, the voice was a little louder, and the people around heard it, and now they think you are a woman, or the kind of my daughter-in-law..."

"Cough cough cough-"

Wei Dao had almost stopped his coughing, but when he heard this kind of words suddenly, he was so shocked that he coughed up tears, and couldn't stop for a while, feeling uncomfortable as if he was about to cough up blood in his throat.

Di Weiliao steadied Wei Dao, hesitated for a while, as if he still wanted to say something.

Wei Dao grabbed Di Weilai's collar, his fists were tense, he opened his eyes with difficulty, and looked straight at the person.

"shut up!"

He almost struggled to speak.

Di Weiliao nodded again and again: "Okay, I won't talk, don't be angry."

Wei Dao regained his composure a little bit, then suddenly he heard the people next to him talking again.

"Oh, it's a good thing to be pregnant at such a young age, why are you so unhappy?"

"It doesn't look like a few months. Is it because the person is too weak and wants to fall?"

"Although this girl looks fragile, but this long journey, tsk tsk tsk, she is not afraid of anything."

"I'm doing well at home, what are you talking about?"

Wei Dao almost fainted.

Di Weiliao understood Weidao's reaction very well at this time, he immediately supported him a little more stably, and asked cautiously, "You won't die of anger, will you?"

Wei Dao gritted his teeth and thought: Do you still miss me to death?You're not happy that I'm not dead, are you?I bother!You think well.

Even though he thought so, his eyes turned red twice, he didn't have any strength on his feet, and his mind was indeed dangling.

Di Weiliao was a little startled by his reaction, and said in a low voice, "Don't make any fools at this time."

Wei Dao calmed down, smiled calmly, a little weirdly, looked at Di Wei, and replied: "How could it be?"

He seems to be some kind of martial arts cannon fodder who suddenly opened up Ren Du's second vein.

Wei Dao looked at Di Weilai's face from a close distance, and said with a smile, "How could it be?"

His tone was unbelievably gentle.

Di Weiliao intuited that he was going to face a wave of Weidao's previous experience.

Sure enough-

Wei Dao took his hand, the temperature on his hand was cold, he had no strength, he seemed to let go of his hand and lie on the ground if he didn't pay attention, his eyes were dark, when he looked at people, his eyes didn't fall on the person's side , as if in a daze and as if talking to someone imaginary.

Di Weiliao gasped in his heart, he couldn't help worrying about whether Wei Dao would survive until he got out of the car, and at the same time worried about whether he could resist this wave of mental attacks, but he still didn't let go, thinking: If you don't do it, you won't stop.He simply pulled Wei Dao closer to him, so that if Wei Dao fell to the ground and he couldn't get up for a while, he would have to lend a helping hand.

Then I'm afraid this matter will not pass for a while.

Wei Dao coughed twice, and two blushes floated on his face, adding a tinge of blood to his pale face just right, it seemed to be alive and fragrant, making people unable to move their eyes away for a while, but after watching for a long time, it became more and more strange: "It's just me Some words."