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Chapter 48

Behind the dark red sea of ​​lights, behind the seemingly bustling bustle, are dilapidated buildings, and the mottled traces on the walls represent the embarrassment of Guangsha.

The girl smeared with cheap makeup expresses the humbleness of Guangsha with her body, the man who is knocked down on the street whispers the helplessness of Guangsha with dignity, and the brawny man fighting in the arena shouts with blood the confusion of Guangsha. They, with the scars all over their bodies, hold up the glory of "creation"
Ye Yu pushed open a rusty iron door, the rusty door hinge made a harsh sound, Ye Yu walked into this door, the room was not big, only a bed and a dresser, the one that was turned off The big red lantern is propped on the window sill, and it will be crumbling when the wind blows.

A woman, she sat motionless on the bed, staring out the window with blank eyes.

"'Guangsha' has rules. If I don't light the lamp, you can't come in." The woman looked out of the window with a sad and helpless voice.

Ye Yu lit a cigarette, and the faint light from the cigarette end finally added some color to the room: "Immortal Joe...Is his real name Qiao Jiahui?"

The woman's eyes seemed to regain some vitality, and she slowly said: "I...have never asked his name yet."

"Is there a scar under his left rib?" "Ye Yu took a puff of cigarette, looking a little dull.

The woman nodded slightly: "Do you know him?"

Ye Yu took a deep breath, and laughed with a bit of bitterness: "That knife was blocked for me. His real name is Qiao Jiahui, and he is the instructor of the Huaxia Secret Army Yuzu."

Ye Yu turned her head and looked out the window: "I'm late."

The woman rubbed the patched sheets on the iron bed with her hands: "He has gone to 'Eve Garden', he should be doing well, right?"

Ye Yu shook his head, he was faintly worried, how could it be possible for an irrelevant person to live a peaceful and peaceful life according to the behavior style of the 'z' organization.

Qiao Jiahui, Ye Yu is very familiar with him, he is a comrade-in-arms who lived and died together, with Qiao Jiahui's IQ and strength, he did not win the "Creation Contest" No. 1, not just because of this woman, But in the end, he still took No.1 for this woman, this guy who values ​​love and righteousness.

Ye Yu secretly thought that the place 'Guangsha' might be a petri dish for providing high-quality test subjects to the 'Z' organization.After several rounds of selection and elimination, to be able to win No.1 with a pair of fists, the physical fitness must be top-notch.And those who were not strong enough in physical fitness were all locked in cages. The 'z' organization fabricated a wonderful lie, what 'Eve's Garden', what nonsense, the 'z' organization is using beautiful lies to inspire The potential of these men makes them gradually become stronger in fighting each other until they are strong enough to become test subjects of the 'z' organization.

"Tell me about you and Jiahui." Ye Yu took out a bottle of water from his pocket, unscrewed the lid and handed it to the woman.

The woman's lips were chapped, she held the water bottle but didn't drink it, her eyes suddenly brightened, as if she had returned to that time, she closed her eyes and opened her lips lightly.

Ye Yu lit another cigarette, and following the soft voice of the woman, she returned to that clear memory. ． ．
The smoke was lingering, Qiao Jiahui's slashed face still carried that expression, indifferent, deep, and serious.It's just like the way he stepped into this room two months ago, it seems that he has been wearing this expression for two months, and it has never changed.

Two months ago, her parents were killed by zombies. She set foot on the journey to Qingshui Town alone. She continued to suffer from hunger. Like a woman in the house, hang a red light on the roof of the house, and use this body to break free from the clutches of hunger.

When the red light was first hung, a man broke in. He smelled of alcohol, his sharp face was still stained with wet blood, and his piercing eyes seemed to have just tore apart the ugly hell.He was rough, he was wild, and he completely ignored her pleading and her pain.

Pieces of red, he fixed his eyes, and silently turned off the red light outside the window, leaving behind water and food.

For two months, he would come here every night, still so rough and wild, but she was no longer apprehensive or afraid.Every time he leaves a lot of water and food, enough for her to eat for a long time.

During the two months, they never spoke a word, and every time he finished smoking a cigarette by the bedside with a heavy heart, he left abruptly.

For two months, they only communicated with their eyes, and seemed to have forgotten words, because his resolute eyes said to her: "After tonight, I don't know if there will be tomorrow."

She dodged her eyes and said, "I'm just a lowly woman, I don't deserve your love."

Perhaps, only when the two of them are lingering on this dilapidated iron bed, will they have the illusion of falling in love in a trance...

Until she was seriously ill, Qiao Jiahui gave her a second chance to survive with his fists, but Qiao Jiahui left here forever, he was so selfish, he didn't know that he would rather die than stay here alone. ． ．

Ye Yu snuffed out the cigarette butt: "I will bring him back."

The woman smiled. She put the mouth of the bottle to her mouth, took a sip carefully, screwed on the cap, and hugged it carefully in her arms.

Ye Yu walked out of the building and looked up at the sea of ​​lights. Qiao Jiahui was his best comrade-in-arms and his best friend. Ye Yu shifted his gaze to the iron tower. He felt a little depressed and heavy in his heart. He suddenly Thinking of Shi Jingdie, I don't know if she is doing well now. ． ． .
(End of this chapter)