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Fu Tianhe was used to such silence, he raised his head, looked at the bright moon, and said softly, "It's so quiet."

Chen Ci hummed lightly.

It was after one o'clock in the morning, which was the coldest time, especially when the two of them rushed to save the match sticks earlier, they were sweating all over, and the wind quickly took away the heat from their bodies.

Fu Tianhe also noticed Chen Ci's flinching, he took off his coat without saying a word, and made a gesture to put it on Chen Ci.

When he was about to cover his shoulders with the statement, Fu Tianhe asked in a low voice: "Is it okay?"

Chen Ci looked at him, Fu Tianhe couldn't catch the young man's eyes, but in silence, he put his clothes on Chen Ci's shoulder lightly.

With a heavy amber woody fragrance, and Alpha's body temperature.

Fu Tianhe only wore a single shirt, and he didn't feel cold at all. He was very energetic, and his palms were usually as hot as a stove.

Out of politeness, he couldn't warm Jiuyue's hands or anything, but his own clothes could do the same.

They sat side by side, with a fist's distance between them, and they could lean on each other's shoulders with a slight movement.

The scent of flowers permeated in the dream had long since disappeared, the night wind brought the salty smell of the ocean, the searchlights were off, and the fluorescent balls were left in the tent.

Fu Tianhe could hardly see anything except the night sky above his head.

But he was not panicked, the presence of the young man beside him let him know that he was not alone.

——At least now, it won't be abandoned again.

Relaxed, Fu Tianhe recalled all that happened just now.

Jiuyue woke up before him, and before the sound reached the tent, the boy had already opened his eyes vigilantly.

He rushed out so crisply, moving swiftly through the darkness of night.

Fu Tianhe followed behind with a searchlight, almost lost sight of the road and fell twice. Of course, it may be because he is blind in his right eye, which makes his vision not so well adapted.

September's sensitivity was beyond his imagination. He followed the shortest path to the scene of the incident and shot the squid accurately.

——It must have been shot, but Fu Tianhe heard a particularly loud gunshot anyway.

"Did you shoot?" he asked.

Chen Ci nodded, then thought that Fu Tianhe should not be able to see, and said: "Open."

"bullet--"

"The gun we picked up had two bullets in it."

Fu Tianhe was taken aback for a moment, and he recalled that the gun was picked up in a drawer in the office three days ago.

At that time, September was still pulling the trigger against the window, but the gun was empty.

Where did the bullet come from?

Could it be that... September had already taken the bullet before showing it to him.

Thinking about it carefully, the boy seemed to have disassembled the gun at that time.

So is the bullet removed to prevent misfires, or is it expected that something like today might happen?

No matter what the possibility is, it is enough to surprise Fu Tianhe.

September's mind was so meticulous.His familiarity with firearms was beyond Fu Tianhe's expectation.

In order to maintain order and stability as much as possible, all major beacons have strict controls on weapons. Even the largest black market cannot buy hot weapons. Only personnel related to the military department can come across real firearms.

September is an Omega, and it stands to reason that it is even more impossible to have the opportunity to come into contact with it.

Fu Tianhe suppressed all doubts in his heart, and he couldn't count the number of things that made him feel confused.

Jiuyue doesn't shy away from these things, as if everything is so natural, if he specifically asks, it will look very strange.

"The first one was a dud, probably damp, but fortunately the second one rang." Chen Yu slowly took out the dud from his pocket.

After saving the matchstick, Chen Ci squatted down and picked up the bullet that fell on the ground.

Fu Tianhe took the bullet from Chen Ci's palm, it was too dark, he could only grope, and rubbed his fingers against Chen Ci's palm.

Soft, warm and delicate to the touch.

The moment he was touched by Fu Tianhe, Chen Ci instinctively withdrew his hand, he was still very unaccustomed to being touched by others, and the temperature belonging to another person would make him very uncomfortable.

But surprisingly, this time, there was no nauseating nausea.

Fu Tianhe also realized that he had encountered the statement, he trembled all over, and hurriedly said: "Sorry, I really can't see clearly."

From the first meeting, Fu Tianhe knew that Jiuyue hated physical contact extremely.

The gangsters with colorful hair knelt at the base of the wall, weeping and slapping themselves, while the boy looked indifferent, and when he put his hand in his palm, he even put a tissue on it.

There are many similar things, Jiuyue would rather be thirsty than drink from someone else's cup, Fu Tianhe specially bought a paper cup for him and kept it in the duffel.

Always hold the end of the tool when handing it in September to ensure that the tool does not get inadvertently touched when it is caught.

During the few days of exploring the abandoned suburbs, he was thinking about climbing up and down by himself, never thinking about borrowing strength from the taller and stronger Fu Tianhe.

Only that time, September jumped from the second floor and threw herself into his arms.

Their chests were pressed against each other, and they held each other's backs, but all the contact was still separated by thick fabrics, and the soft hair tip swept across his cheeks. He could touch the boy's neck when he lowered his head, but he didn't dare to make any oversteps. .

And... and the arm that unconsciously put on him in his sleep.

Chen Ci was silent for a few seconds, just when Fu Tianhe was worried and thought he would get angry, Chen Ci stretched out his hand again and put the bullet into his palm.

It seems that he doesn't want to pursue the accidental touch just now.

Fu Tianhe's brain was a little short-circuited, he couldn't think about what it meant, the bullet landed in his palm, and there was still a little warmth in the boy's pocket.

He took a deep breath, forcibly calmed down, turned on the searchlight slightly, and checked the dud with the faint light.

It must have been damp.

"Out of bullets." Chen Ci said.

Fu Tianhe understood his meaning very smoothly, and Jiuyue wanted him to make some bullets.

On the dangerous seashore, weapons are indeed needed for self-defense. If he hadn't picked up a crowbar casually tonight, there would be no way to successfully save Matchstick.

But Fu Tianhe felt that he did not have the ability to make bullets with his bare hands.

Making bullets is by no means as simple as making warheads and filling gunpowder. Today’s bullet shells are generally made of steel, and very few of them use expensive brass. Sometimes an iron core or tungsten core is inserted into the shell to improve lethality or increase armor-piercing effect.

After the warhead is ready, the metal debris on it must be washed off with water, otherwise it is prone to jamming accidents, and it is no joke if the chamber blows up.

The gunpowder in the bullet is strictly called gunpowder, which is made of gunwool and needs a layer of gunpowder at the bottom as a primer.

Fu Tianhe couldn't easily get these materials alone, let alone the final calibration accuracy and curvature adjustment.

But in the face of the silent expectation of the statement, he did not tell the truth.

"It's a bit difficult, but you can try it a little bit." Fu Tianhe stroked the bullet, thinking.

In this abandoned suburb where there are many primitive biological remains, it is not difficult to get metal. The difficult thing is how to make the metal into the shape of a bullet. He has no machine tools or smelting equipment at hand.

But he can change the raw material a little bit.

The primer can be replaced by issuing paper, which can be made with tissue paper, potassium chlorate, realgar and rice soup.

Gunpowder is easier to make at home, one nitrate, two sulfur and three charcoals, a formula that has been handed down thousands of years ago.

As for the shape of the bullet, simply use the principle of the flintlock gun to directly make a projectile, which is simple and practical.

Fu Tianhe made up his mind and put it into practice after returning home.

If nothing else, when the matches are sent to the scavengers camp tomorrow, they can go back to the hotel in the city to see if they can find suitable materials.

Fu Tianhe suddenly thought of something, stood up, and took out the multifunctional saber from his bag.

He vaguely remembered that there was a broken tree nearby, and as expected, he found the target more than twenty meters away.

Fu Tianhe carefully selected a branch with a suitable thickness, chopped it off bit by bit with a knife, and carried it back to the tent.

Chen Ci was turning his head to look at him, the boy's amber eyes were shining with an indescribable tenderness.

Fu Tianhe adjusted the angle of the searchlight and began to cut wood.

In the quiet night, Fu Tianhe carved the branches into a Y shape bit by bit, and smoothed the surface with a rubbing knife and sandpaper. He took out a bandage and tied it on the handle to increase the friction area, and then buckled it at the end of the top for Grooves for fastening rubber bands.

In the end, Fu Tianhe blew away the sawdust floating on the surface, and handed the finished slingshot to Chen Ci: "Let's make do with this first."

Chen Ci took the slingshot and looked around. He held the handle with his left hand, and tried to pull the rubber band with his right hand, aiming at the dark front.

Let go of your hand, and the rubber band bounced back with a "snap", with quite a force.

Chen Ci picked up a stone from his feet, and stretched the slingshot as much as possible——

The moment he let go, the stone flew out, bringing out a gray afterimage. His eyes couldn't keep up with the speed of his disappearance, and he only heard the sound of it falling to the ground three or four seconds later.

The range should be 40 meters, and the accuracy should not be too bad with the blessing of mental power.

Chen Ci accepted his new weapon with satisfaction.

The time passed by every minute and every second, and the night was a little difficult to endure. The adrenaline burst from fighting the giant squid gradually faded, and the sleepiness struck again.

Chen Ci narrowed his eyes, he closed his mouth and yawned silently, but Fu Tianhe heard the sound of breathing too deeply.

He has not stayed up overnight since he was a child, and now he can vaguely feel a little discomfort in his internal organs.

"Go and rest." Alpha said softly, "I'll watch the night for you two outside, don't worry about me, I'm in good spirits."

The statement was indeed sleepy, and the use of mental power made him more tired than usual. He wanted to sleep, and he felt that it was not good to leave Fu Tianhe outside alone.

Seeing that he was silent, Fu Tianhe smiled and said, "Don't worry, I won't run around, I can't lose it."

Chen Ci was finally persuaded, he responded softly, stood up, and went back to the tent to rest.

The young man got into the tent with a short body, and hearing the rustling sound, Fu Tianhe could roughly picture in his mind the appearance of him taking off his coat and lying in a sleeping bag.

Quiet soon after, Fu Tianhe turned off the searchlight to avoid attracting uninvited guests.

Although he was still sitting outside bored alone to pass the time, but thinking that someone was caring about him, he didn't feel lonely and desolate at all.

Fu Tianhe waited quietly, waiting for the moment when the light came again.

At [-]:[-] in the morning, the night sky finally changed a little. At first, it was only gray and white like mist, and it spread out in layers, which was captured by Fu Tianhe's eyes that had adapted to the darkness with incomparable keenness.

They are facing away from the sun, and the east side is blocked by the main body of cinnabar, so they cannot see the scene of the rising sun, but Fu Tianhe knows that the star is about to jump out from the other side of the sea level, and sprinkle golden clouds on the sea surface. Morning light, just like a thousand years ago.

There was a bit of tingling in the depth of the right eye. Fu Tianhe raised his index finger and middle finger together, touched the prosthetic eye, and pressed it down hard. He could even hear the sound from the inside of the eye socket, which was sticky.

The sense of oppression temporarily relieved the hidden pain and endless itching, and once again suppressed the terrifying germ.