The protagonist wants to steal my script again

It wasn't just the students who were caught in this place, but also the teachers and other people who were in the school at the time.

The worst scenario that An Minghui considered happened earlier than he expected.

They saw a man in the shopping street. An Minghui had an impression of him. He was a lecturer in the School of Economics and Management. He heard that he was very nice, but now he has no human appearance at all. He fell to the ground in embarrassment. He fell into a coma, but he didn't seem to be completely dead, and was still moaning in pain.

It is not strange to see a corpse here, but what is worth noting is the injury on the lecturer's body - the flesh on both legs has been gouged out, exposing the white bones, and the wound is quite flat, it doesn't look like It was eaten by ghosts.

"Senior, that, that is not..."

Hearing Li Chengyue's trembling and fearful voice, An Minghui closed his eyes and said softly, "Don't look, let's continue walking."

"But, but he still..."

"There is no hospital, no medical means, we can't save him." And with a person lying on the street so brightly, it is difficult to determine whether there is any trap in it from the perspective of conspiracy theory, "Don't look at it, junior. "

Obviously, Li Chengyue still couldn't overcome the hurdle in his heart. He Yu already showed an expression of impatience. He didn't have any special feelings about human life and death. What is the difference between mosquitoes, and they never speak tactfully: "If you are told to leave, what else can you do? Die with him?"

Li Chengyue also understood this truth, he still felt sad, but he didn't raise any objection, just asked in a low voice: "Then... At least give him a happy..."

"When the client loses consciousness, I don't think I have the right to decide his life or death without authorization." He doesn't want things to develop like this, but sometimes there is nothing he can do. Making decisions for others is not fair to the teacher."

The elementary school boy seemed a little disappointed, and An Minghui could understand this feeling very well. After all, most of the children today grew up being pampered, and they would never encounter such a situation before. Little experience.

When he was in the orphanage when he was a child, he knew these things ignorantly. He knew that it is extremely rare to have the best of both worlds. He also knew that sometimes there must be a trade-off. the same.

The atmosphere was somewhat dull, An Minghui sighed, and asked with a helpless smile: "Could it be that you feel disillusioned with the senior? I'm really sorry, but I still haven't been able to set a good example."

He Yu didn't like to hear these words.

"Whoever wants to save, let's save it. Whoever wants to kill, let's kill. Animals understand the truth." He said coolly, "There are many right and wrong fools."

Li Chengyue, who hadn't said a word, felt that he was Dou E reincarnated, not to mention that he didn't want to blame the senior, even if he was really deceived by the lard, he didn't have the courage to retreat ten thousand steps.

"No, no, senior, don't get me wrong, I'm just a little uncomfortable." Feeling the staring gaze from the side, Li Chengyue hastily said clearly, "I really don't mean to blame you!"

Of course, An Minghui also noticed He Yu's threatening gaze, so he patted the shoulders of the people around him: "You don't need to be so serious, this is the first time for this junior to experience such a thing, and it's normal for any situation to happen. "

"Although I really want to teach my juniors to be a good person, I still have to protect myself before being a good person. I also really want to help everyone, but since I can't, I can only choose to take care of myself first." People who value you." After explaining a few words briefly, he rubbed his primary school boy's hair and smiled peacefully, "Okay, we still have business to do, let's move on."

He Yu thought to himself that this person is really a bit stupid, Mingming and Li Chengyue have only known each other for a week, how could he so naturally classify him as his own?

But he really does like this, watching An Minghui distinguish the close people from the outsiders, and frankly admit his own differential treatment, for some reason, he feels overjoyed.

It would be better if the category of "one's own people" is smaller.

It would be even better if there were no annoying flies that came over desperately.

Slowly walking behind An Minghui and Li Chengyue, He Yu turned his head and glanced at the man who was still lying on the spot, his fingers holding the hilt suddenly loosened, and the sword in his hand spontaneously floated up , swiftly flew like lightning and cut the man's throat, without making any sound during the process, and when he returned, there was no trace of blood on the sword.

And the person who was still moaning in pain turned into a drop of scattered dust.

He half-closed his eyes, and glanced at a clothing store not far behind him inadvertently. The corners of his mouth hooked up unnaturally, showing a superficial and very cold and weird smile, and then he opened his mouth again. Word by word, he said silently: Get away, or you will be the next time.

Bringing a dead person to him to deceive him like this is really reckless.

Although the feeling of the blade piercing into the flesh was not obvious, it still made He Yu feel sick. Even if his movements were so fast that the blood didn't even have time to stain it, it still couldn't change the fact.

He frowned tightly, took out a few wet towels and wiped the blade, then thought about it, took two quick steps forward, and stuffed his own body into An Minghui's arms.

"Take it." He said without changing his face, "You go first, I will leave for a while, and I will come to you later."

After speaking, he turned around and left, and he disappeared after a while.

An Minghui was taken aback by his sudden action, and then, as if realizing something, he flicked the long sword in his arms with his fingers helplessly: "Why do you think it's just a shot."

Mr. Sword Spirit hiding in his body did not give any response, but quietly pretended to be an ordinary long sword, and let An Minghui take him away with confidence.

The embrace of the living dead is not warm enough, but it is still very comfortable, at least He Yu is very satisfied.

And An Minghui didn't say much, just walked all the way to the door of a supermarket, and then knocked on the sword, indicating that he was about to come out.

"Although there seems to be no hope, let's go in and look for it." An Minghui said, smiling and looking at He Yu who was walking slowly from behind, and returned the sword in his arms He, "What if there are still fish that slip through the net?"

If someone has really been reduced to the point where they can even cut off the flesh and blood of their compatriots, then it is obviously unlikely that these resources on the bright side will be left. An Minghui does not have any expectations, just thinking that at least he can find them again some other daily necessities.But even if it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, the apartment rented by the original owner is also nearby, and there is still some food in the apartment, so it won't be too troublesome in the short term.

Li Chengyue wondered where He Yu came from, and where he went just now, but he didn't dare to ask.

There was no one in the supermarket, so the three of them separated and searched for useful resources. Among them, He Yu was obviously the one with the worst attitude. Fortunately, neither An Minghui nor Li Chengyue expected him to do things seriously. It's good to sit and sleep there.

Carrying a bag in his hand, An Minghui walked in front of the rows of shelves, carefully searching for things that might be useful.

In fact, the supermarket has been rummaged by people who have been here before, most of the things are scattered on the ground, and those shelves that are relatively well preserved are things that no one cares about, such as relatively useless accessories.

When he walked out from between a row of shelves and was about to go to another shelf to have a look, he only heard a few hurried footsteps coming from the side, and the next moment, a fat man sprinted from the shelf next to him. Then he rushed out and slammed into him.

The difference in body size was so great that An Minghui couldn't keep his balance under such an impact. The bag he was carrying fell to the ground, and his whole body was knocked hard to the ground, even on the smooth floor tiles. Slid out a distance.

However, not only was he hit, but he also clearly felt that something cold pierced deeply into his chest when the man bumped into him.

Not only that, after the fat man knocked him down, he continued to pounce on him, holding the handle of the knife stuck in his chest with his short and thick fingers, pressing down with all his strength.

An Minghui heard several small sounds, which were the sound of his ribs breaking, and possibly the sound of his heart being pierced.

He saw the ferocious face of the man. The man looked like he was crazy, his eyes were almost red, his face was covered with sweat, mixed with the oil secreted by his skin, giving off a greasy luster, and a pair of small eyes stared at him intently. He, like a very hungry beast staring at the fat, gasped heavily like a dilapidated bellows in his throat.

There was no doubt that this man wanted to kill him.

But he was already a dead man.

He was surprisingly calm at this moment, without hesitation, he pulled out the kitchen knife from his waist just in case when he was looking at the kitchen utensils area, and then quickly cut at the man's thick neck.

An Minghui's counterattack was blocked. After realizing that he could not compete with such a strong person, he quickly withdrew the knife while the opponent was defenseless, and stabbed him with all his strength. into the man's chest.

He heard the other party's screams, but he also knew in his heart that a person of this size could not die so easily, so he could only grit his teeth and thrust the knife hard, stabbing it hard again, and so on.

The man's howling sounded both fearful and angry. Obviously, he didn't understand why this thin man, who was almost stabbed with a knife, could still maintain such mobility.

Warm blood splashed An Ming's face all over. The fight ended with the death of the fat man, but the other party never let go of the hand holding the knife. As a result, the large kitchen knife had completely stabbed him Into An Minghui's heart, if he used a little more force, he would probably be nailed to the ground.

Speaking of which, it took only one minute for all of this to happen.

An Minghui tried his best to push away the person who fell on him, and then lay exhausted on the spot, with the knife still stuck in his chest, showing a helpless expression to He Yu and Li Chengyue who rushed over after hearing the sound. Smile: "Scared you?"

The author has something to say: Lazy Cancer's Work Diary:

how could i be scared

I've never felt fear

……

Forget it, I admit I'm scared

How could there be so much blood on that person?