"Chatou, Chatou, where are you?"
"Head of the car, please promise us, we are here to help you..."
"Brother Lu, brother Lu, are you okay?"
In the distance, shouts of panic and concern rang out, interspersed with the sound of motorcycles slamming on the accelerator, scattered gunshots, and the wailing sounds of some madmen like beasts.
At the end of the long street, behind the mist, a row of shadowy figures appeared. A group of old motorcycle drivers shouted all the way as they searched for the end of this dilapidated street.
When they saw the scene at the end of the street, everyone couldn't help but gasp.
What they saw was a bloody mess.
Unknown pieces of meat were covered with dozens of meters of ground, like an abstract performance art oil painting.
With this oil painting as the center, the surrounding steel, trees, and plastic pipes all show obvious signs of distortion.
Even the ground had scratches, as if it had been scratched by some sharp and hard object.
On one side of the painting, Sister Gao, the head of their car, was sitting on the ground with a dull look on her face, her hands resting on her knees, and her fingers were abnormally twisted, as if they had been severely broken. Her expression showed a sense of confusion mixed with emptiness.
"Chetou, are you okay?"
"Car head, why did your hand become like this? What happened?"
A group of veteran drivers jumped off their motorcycles in a hurry and gathered around, shouting in panic.
During this period, Old Zhou also shouted worriedly, "Where is Brother Lu? Is he okay?"
"I'm fine!"
In an empty room not far away, the answer of Lu Xin sounded, but it seemed a little depressed.
Old Zhou hurriedly ran towards the empty room and saw that it was an original store. The large window near the street entrance had been smashed. Lu Xin was in the empty room at this time, squatting in front of his motorcycle and wiping it bit by bit with a rag he had picked up.
Old Zhou moved forward worriedly and said in a trembling voice, "Brother Lu, are you okay?"
"I'm fine..."
Lu Xin said in a low voice and depressed mood, "It's just that the motorcycle was scratched in several places..."
"Ah this..."
Old Zhou was a little confused and didn't react very well.
After a while, he cautiously asked Lu Xin, who was wiping the car with a frown on his face. "What... happened just now?"
"It's okay."
Lu Xin raised his head and glanced at him, with obvious unhappiness on his face, and said, "I came here with your driver, and saw a monster that looked like a brain. It was this monster that played the violin and controlled those madmen, so we got rid of the monster. But at that time, I was in a hurry and failed to park properly. You see... it was scratched like this."
He touched the scratches on the bumper distressedly, and his mood became even lower.
"Just... that's it?"
Old Zhou feels something is wrong.
I feel that Lu Xin's narration is not in direct proportion to the bloody scenes here...
But I don't know where to start asking.
"The problem is temporarily solved!"
"Quick, let everyone kill the remaining madmen first, and then drive the big car out..."
It was also at this time that Sister Gao, the head of the car, was called back to his senses by their shouts and gave instructions in a hoarse voice.
These old drivers no longer needed her instructions. When they decided to come back to look for the front of the car, their rationality had returned. They hurriedly put the front of the car on the back seat of a motorcycle, then found someone to ride on it, and took her out of the town first.
Someone else rushed in and wanted to ride Lu Xin's motorcycle.
"Don't..."
Lu Xin hurriedly rejected him, saying that he did not need the injury treatment now.
Riding his own car, he got on the motorcycle, took a look at the bloody scene, and followed behind.
While walking outside the town, Lu Xin saw the chaos in the city.
There are corpses lying on the ground one after another, all left by the madmen before.
Some of them had their heads deflated, and there were spray-like blood patterns on the nearby buildings or telephone poles. Some of them hugged each other, and their bodies were chewed to pieces. Some were wandering unconsciously, and some were sitting on the roadside blankly.
It is not clear how many lunatics there are in this city. A conservative estimate is that there should be more than two hundred.
Such a number, gathered together, would look very scary.
But after they were dispersed, they were not particularly numerous.
At this time, there were seven or eight bold people in the convoy, each holding a gun. When he saw the madman who was still wandering or sitting on the side of the road, he went up and shot them, in order to eliminate the threat as much as possible and make it easier to drive out.
"Have you killed everyone who is still alive?"
Lu Xin beeped, speeding up a bit, and asked Old Zhou, who was sitting on the back seat of a motorcycle with his legs spread apart in front of him.
Old Zhou was stunned for a moment and nodded quickly. "Yes, what if they go crazy again later?"
Lu Xin hesitated for a moment, not sure if it was a good idea to say this now.
But he still asked, "Didn't you say that one is more than a hundred yuan?"
Old Zhou's face wrinkled up when he heard this. "Lu... Brother Lu, do you really treat this as a business?"
Lu Xin shook his head and stopped asking.
Their fleet is all about insurance. It's too much to ask them to capture lunatics alive and sell them for money...
The only reason to blame is that he didn't stop and beat the violinist to death just now.
Old Zhou and the others first sent the front of the car and Lu Xin outside the ruins of the city to meet up with the young people such as Little Zhou who had just been sent out. Then they shouted loudly and arranged for manpower to enter the city one by one and drive out their big cars.
This time the madman's attack caused them to lose more than twenty people, but the remaining people still had no problem driving these cars.
We found a temporary open space outside the city, set up camp, heated water, bandaged the wounds, counted the number of people, and parked the car.
Lu Xin Watching them busy, I felt very comfortable.
The courage and quality of people running in the wilderness are indeed higher than ordinary people. If ordinary people encountered such an attack, they would probably become seriously ill. But these veteran drivers, despite being frightened themselves and losing more than twenty of their companions, were able to calm down, rescue goods, set up camp, and deploy manpower to look out for the wind. It's really good.
Lu Xin felt that he was clumsy and could not help them much, so he sat in the tent and took out his little notebook.
Solve one brain-like monster and two deformed madmen...
Crazy thing.
Consumption: three special bullets, three hundred special 3mm tempered bullets for the mechanical dog...
Undetermined income: half a truckload of wasteland goods...
After recording a few strokes, my hands were shaking a little.
When he looked up and saw his motorcycle, he felt sad again.
"Little Lu Brother, do you want some water?"
"Little Lu Brother, do you want me to prepare some food for you?"
"Little Lu Brother, were you injured just now? Do you want penicillin?"
Little Zhou was not arranged to drive out into the city. The people who drove in were all older drivers, so he just stayed at the camp, helping to adjust the positions of all the cars, preparing to boil water for cooking, setting up tents, and taking care of the wounded.
At this time, he was obviously a little panicked, and after a while he came over to ask Lu Xin.
"No, actually I have nothing to do. You should still take care of those who are injured."
Lu Xin When he asked for the last time, he put away his notebook, looked at him and said.
"Oh, okay..."
Little Zhou walked back dejectedly, couldn't help but turn around again, and said, "Little Lu Brother, just... what happened?"
"Actually, I'm not too sure now."
Many people have asked this question before and after, but Lu Xin still shook his head.
He was telling the truth. Although he had solved the brain-shaped monster, he didn't quite understand where the monster came from and what these madmen were doing. Even now, I don't know exactly why Mom hates that monster so much, and why my sister acted so unhappy when she noticed the monster.
He is waiting for Mom to come back. He should ask her about many things.
However, he saw that Little Zhou was a little confused, so he still smiled and said, "But it must be okay."
"Oh, okay."
Little Zhou especially believed in Lu Xin. He immediately felt relieved and went to other places to help. He was obviously more motivated.
It took a lot of time to assign drivers one after another and drive out the trucks stuck in the city one by one. When all the trucks arrived near the camp, lined up, and counted the injured and lost personnel, night had fallen.
A sad atmosphere gradually enveloped the camp.
It is only at this time that many people have the energy to grieve.
Lu Xin sat quietly in this silent and sad camp, gradually feeling that his busy work was worth it.
Materially, I definitely lost money, but in other aspects, I made a lot of money.
The joy, joy, sadness, and anger of life are actually very beautiful and real things.
He likes this kind of living thing.
"Um... thank you!"
While I was slowly thinking about it, at some point, a tall figure appeared next to Lu Xin.
Lu Xin hurriedly raised his head and saw Gao Ting at the front of the car.
The woman had a Band-Aid on her face and thin bandages on her fingers.
She looked a little haggard, a sign of obvious fright.
I just don't know if this kind of fright comes from those madmen, that twisted and terrifying brain-shaped monster, or something else, but it is obvious that she is trying her best to control her panic and make herself look calm and calm.
"Ah, there's no need to be so polite!"
Lu Xin hurriedly put away his little notebook, took a piece of paper from the side and gave it to her. "Sit down."
Gao Ting glanced at Mazhazi, remained silent for a moment, and sat down.
She seemed to be brewing her emotions for a while, then looked at Lu Xin and said, "If it weren't for you, our team might have died in this damn place. It was you who saved all of our lives. People who run in the wilderness have clear grievances, so..."
She said seriously, "Except for some pensions, I... can give you all the money from this big sale."
"What?"
Lu Xin was obviously a little surprised and looked at Sister Gao in surprise.
Gao Ting looked a little hesitant at this time and said sheepishly, "We really have nothing to thank you for..."
"This... is actually not necessary."
Lu Xin calmed down slightly and then said with a smile, "Everyone is walking in the wilderness and helping each other is the right thing to do."
Gao Ting Listening to him say this for the second time, I felt a strange feeling in my heart.
The first time I heard what he said, I just felt it was a bit exaggerated, and I wasn't sure whether he was serious or making fun of me.
This time, after seeing him kill the monster, I heard him say such words with a gentle smile...
... It's a bit inconsistent, but it really creates a sense of security.
"If you really want to thank me, I have a question for you."
Lu Xin, on the other hand, looked at the usually vigorous and capable front of the car, but now showed such a sad and soft look, and his heart moved slightly. While looking into Gao Ting's eyes, he sat up slightly and showed a sincere expression.
He took out his small notebook again and his own pen embroidered with gold thread. He sat in a very professional posture.
When he fought against the brain monster before, he had already determined that there was some kind of change in the body of this car.
This shows that she has most likely come into contact with Pollution Source, or been influenced by a person with abilities.
It wasn't easy to ask before, but now, maybe it's an opportunity.