Epoch of Twilight

On the way, Cao Qianqian was sent home, and the two went smoothly to the 15th floor of Jingyue Community.

"How many floors do you live in?" Huang Jiahui asked without any words, and he was a little embarrassed. For the first time, she went to the home of a man who had never seen a few faces, and even stayed for a few days.

"The fourth floor." Luo Yuan closed the iron gate on the ground floor and turned back.

"You live with her now?" Huang Jiahui licked the bangs hanging down and tried.

"Who, you mean Zhao Yali? She is now back home." Luo Yuan stunned, talking about Zhao Yali, his face was somewhat unnatural, and quickly turned to the topic: "The bed is still there, when you are It’s good to live in that room."

He saw that Huang Jiahui had also taken the rifle and continued: "You hid the rifle, and when you are seen by others, it may lead to unnecessary trouble."

Despite the terrible situation in East Lake City, even if someone alarms, I am afraid that there is no police force to deal with this matter, but he still has to stay here. It is not a bad thing to be careful.

"Oh!" Huang Jiahui screamed and stuffed the rifle into the trunk.

The two quickly walked up to the fourth floor, and Luo Yuan felt a keen look at the security door opposite. There was a small movement inside, and the security door opened soon. Wang Shishi stood at the door, as if the grass that had been abused by the wind screamed: "Uncle, my father and mother have not returned yet, I am so scared."

Her big eyes were stunned by Luo Yuan, and his heart could not help but softly: "If you want to stay at my house for a while."

"Well, thank you uncle!"

Huang Jiahui’s heart was a bit stunned. After pulling the teacher of the king, he smiled and said: “I’m a pretty little girl, how many years have I been?”

"Second second, is Auntie a girlfriend of his uncle?" Master Wang was curious.

Huang Jiahui’s face was slightly red, and some regretted talking to the little girl. She said: “No, just an ordinary friend, staying here for a few days.”

Luo Yuan ignored the whispers of the two women, inserted the key to open the door, the inside was a mess, the floor-to-ceiling windows of the balcony and other windows have been broken.

Luo Yuan checked it carefully and confirmed that nothing had entered it. He went into the kitchen again, turned on the gas stove, his eyes fixed on the light blue flame and quickly became weak, and disappeared, and his heart could not help but cursed.

It seems that it is really a big deal.

"Ronaldinho, let me go to take a shower first?" The voice of Huang Jiahui came from outside.

Luo Yuan’s heart moved and quickly shouted: “Wait for another wash!”

Said to go back and forth a few steps.

"What's wrong?" Huang Jiahui looked at Luo Yuan's face and looked confused. She was scared and scared today. She had been spinning around in her life and death several times. She did not know how many cold sweats had occurred. The body was still tidal, which made her very uncomfortable.

"You said that the gas is broken, and then it will be cut off. The water plant is in the urban area, and it will definitely be attacked. If no one manages it, I am afraid that it will not take long before it will be out of water." Luo Yuan thought for a while. , stop and sigh. Regardless of Huang Jiahui's flustered look, rushed into the bathroom and opened the faucet.

Looking at the water flowing down the faucet, he let out a sigh of relief: "Help me take the plastic bucket on the balcony and the washbasin."

"Oh, good!" Huang Jiahui hurried out.

There are quite a lot of washbasins in the house. In addition to Luo Yuan’s own plastic bucket and a washbasin, after Zhao Yali left, these washbasins stayed in everything. There were two plastic buckets and four basins of water.

As for which washbasin is to wash the feet, which washbasin is to wash your face, at this time, no one has cared about it.

When he filled all the containers with water, he said: "Now you can take a shower, drink water, wash it once, and then want to take a shower, but it is not so easy."

Huang Jiahui did not take out the clothes and went into the bathroom.

"Uncle, you said that the world is not the end of the day." Wang Shishi whispered.

"Who did you listen to?" Luo Yuan asked back.

"I saw it." Master Wang said with a flat voice.

"The end of the world is coming, are you not afraid?" Luo Yuandao.

"I am afraid that there is no use, my father and mother can't come back, right?" Wang Shishi said.

"Your mom and dad will come back, it may be delayed." Luo Yuan touched her head and comforted.

"Uncle, you don't have to lie to me. I saw that many people in the community were eaten by big worms, and even the bones swallowed in." When Wang Shishi said here, his body shivered slightly, but he still looked at Luo Yuan reluctantly. .

Luo Yuan’s hand was a little bit, and he didn’t know how to comfort him. But when she thought that she was already in her second year, she should have been an adult. It’s time to accept this cruel reality: “Learn to know if you are strong, even your father and mother. No longer, you have to live strong."

"Well!" Master Wang nodded hard and his tears quickly spilled out of his eyes.

"Well, you are going to take the broom and sweep the glass that fell off the window?" Luo Yuandao.

Master Wang took a snot and responded with a bang. He picked up the broom and shackles in the corner and scanned the glass while secretly wiping the tears.

Luo Yuan looked at it for a while and went into the storage room to find a toolbox. Axe, hammer, scissors, nails, complete tools inside.

He walked to the living room, pulled out the knives, and smashed the solid wooden table for dinner into pieces of wood. The rest of the hard-to-use scraps were smashed into firewood. He took out a piece of wood and went to the window to compare it. He took out the nails and the **** and knocked it up.

Although there is an anti-theft iron frame outside the window, such fragile protection can not stop the thief, let alone the green beetle. Of course, even if a layer of wood is added, it will not help, but finally it is more protective, with a psychological comfort, at least to block the green beetle's sight and other small creatures.

After a while, Huang Jiahui changed her suit and walked out. She looked at the busy Luo Yuan and Wang Shishi and came over to help.

Luo Yuan quickly stopped: "You don't have to help you here, it's not too late, you go to cook, rice is in the kitchen, you look for it, right, I give you a lighter?"

He looked up at her and immediately looked at Huang Jiahui who had just finished the shower. She quickly concealed her eyes and told Master Wang to take another piece of wood.

Huang Jiahui subconsciously took over the lighter, but immediately reacted. Now there is no gas. The cooking can only be firewood. She picks up a pile of firewood, walks to the kitchen, takes out an aluminum pressure cooker, and finds the rice from the cabinet. When I was on fire, I was stunned. I don’t know what to do. Although she has participated in several picnic activities, things like fire have been packaged by dedicated **** men, and they have never been able to move.

Huang Jiahui: "Where is the firewood? Can't you put it on the ground?"

"Look for a pot and put it in the pot."

Another meeting.

Huang Jiahui: "I can't catch fire, are you coming over?"

"Take the wood with oil, then click." Luo Yuan continued.

Not long after, there was a pungent smell of smoke in the kitchen. Luo Yuan didn’t care much at first. He ignited in the kitchen. Some smoke smells are normal, but the smell of smoke is getting bigger and bigger. Yuan and Wang Shishi were both stunned by the tears of the nose.

Luo Yuan felt that something was wrong. He quickly went to the kitchen. When he saw the moment, the pressure cooker was completely pressed on the pot. Huang Jiahui took the handle of the pressure cooker on his hand and lifted it up slightly, snoring, red eyes. The looming smog is like a rabbit in the fog.

"What are you doing, the air is not circulating, you still want to point to the fire." It is really short-haired and short-sighted, Luo Yuan did not get angry and picked up Huang Jiahui.

"I haven't had a fire, what do I know about this?" Huang Jiahui's face was grievous, with a dirty face, like a resentful cat.

"Then learn it, and I will give it to you after cooking." Luo Yuandao.

Huang Jiahui did not dare to refute, she knew the danger outside, and only a strong man like Luo Yuan could feel a little safer. This is one of the reasons why she had to live with him when she was dead, and it is the most important reason.

Luo Yuan went to the bedroom and took off the hangers in Zhao Yali's bedroom.

Two iron shelves are separated, one is placed at the bottom of the pot and fixed. Several metal strips were bent by him one by one, placed on the edge of the pot to raise the height, re-ignited, and when the firewood was burning, put another iron shelf on the iron pan, and then put the pressure cooker on On the shelf.

"Okay, ok, then, give it to me!" Huang Jiahui said that the fire had already burned up, and he was happy.

"Well!" Luo Yuan nodded.

When I walked to the living room, Luo Yuan continued to be busy. The board of the table was not enough. I only stared at the two windows. The material was not enough. Luo Yuan gave the coffee table and continued to nail the window.

The evolving knives are extremely sharp, almost close to the metal hardness that modern technology can reach. It is very easy to cut on the wood. Wang Shishi looked at him with a look of surprise. Luo Yuan took a green eccentric long knife and smashed a coffee table into pieces of wood. He felt like he was on the tofu, and he forgot to cry for a while.

As the windows were sealed one by one, the room gradually dimmed.

In addition to the kitchen window because of the need to eliminate the smoke, not nailed with wooden boards, only the floor-to-ceiling windows of the balcony.

Looking at the floor-to-ceiling window, Luo Yuan scratched his head. It seems that there is no such long wooden board.

Some of Luo Yuan, who was in danger, looked left and right, and finally put his gaze on the door.

In the end, what door is removed, the door of the bedroom, or the door of the toilet, it seems that one is not enough, or is it completely removed? Luo Yuan thought about it and decided to look at the situation first. Even if the ordinary green beetle came in four or five, Luo Yuan could still deal with it.

As the evening approached, Wang Shishi’s face became more and more sorrowful. From time to time, he watched the movement outside the door. Several times she stood up, but sat down with disappointment.

Huang Jiahui moved a small table in the bedroom and put a bowl of rice, two salted duck eggs cut into four petals, a dish of mustard, and a plate of heated braised beef (canned). Although these dishes were not a thing in the past, they are somewhat extravagant at this time.

"Eat!" Luo Yuan greeted him and took the lead in moving chopsticks.

Master Wang appeared to be a little absent-minded, and occasionally stared at the food in a daze. Even Huang Jiahui talked to her and didn't react.

After the meal, Luo Yuan ordered a cigarette and slowly pumped it up. No one noticed that his sweat on his forehead kept coming out.

When a cigarette is exhausted, he presses the cigarette **** and sighs: "Master, you will sleep with your aunt Huang today, don't think too much."

"Thank you, uncle!" Wang Shishi put down the chopsticks and sobbed in a low voice.

Luo Yuan sighed, no comfort, got up and walked slowly toward his room.

As soon as he entered the bedroom, he immediately lay down on the bed and twisted his face.

In fact, just after arriving home, the excitement effect of the rat meat has begun to decline. Until now, this effect has been left out, and it can be supported until now, by virtue of his strong will and intentional diversion.

Now, once it is relaxed, the pain is like a wave of waves.

He gritted his teeth and supported it with hard work.

Half an hour later.

"Drip, will +1!"

Listening to the information from the system in his mind, Luo Yuan's mouth was weak and pulled, and gradually his eyelids became more and more heavy, and he suddenly slept in a semi-conscious sleep.

Luo Yuan was awakened by the sound of guns and the ubiquitous snoring.

"what happened?"

He took the knives on the bed and quickly got up. After a restful night, his chest was a little bit stuffy, but he was greatly improved and his actions were not bad. He went to the window and opened the curtains, but as soon as he saw the sturdy windows closed by the planks, he looked awkward and remembered that all the windows in the house were nailed.

He quickly opened the door and saw Huang Jiahui and Master Wang standing in the corner of the wall, carefully looking towards the balcony.

His heart is tight.

Go to the balcony and look out.

He just looked at it and he was in a stalemate.

The sky is full of flying green beetles, they seem a little annoyed, constantly hovering over the sky. In the distance, there was a looming sound of guns.

Seeing Luo Yuan coming over, Huang Jiahui and Wang Shishi seemed to be relieved and their faces were better.

"The army of support is coming." Huang Jiahui’s voice suppressed the excitement: "We have saved."

Luo Yuan is also excited in the heart. After the large-scale army enters Donghu City, the situation in Donghu City will definitely be greatly improved. Maybe it will take a long time, the green beetle can be swept away, and the green beetle can also be a mutant beast. Stronger, and can not compete with the prepared modern army, this is not a war at the same level.

At this time, a flash of light in the air, a short-range missile, not far from the community in the air, burst into a burst of fiery mushroom cloud, a huge shock wave, so that the nearby green beetle is like a rootless float Ping, rushing away, some closer to the center of the explosion, still beginning to fall apart in the air.

Luo Yuan felt that the building was constantly shaking, and a strong hot wind blew from the balcony.

His mind flashed a short gap, and people born in peace could hardly imagine everything in front of him.

This kind of scene he has only seen in the video, when he can eat snacks, while marveling at the great power of modern weapons, and even publish his own opinions in the forum. I never thought about it, when I was there, the shock and fear from the bottom of my heart.

The missile had just exploded, and two of them were dragged with long tail flames. They exploded in the vicinity of the air in the vicinity. For a time, the green beetles in the surrounding area were swept away.

A few minutes later, several wheeled armored vehicles rumbling from the distant streets.

The top 30mm cannon of the armored vehicle stretched straight into the sky, and a hundred meters long light flame sprayed into the air at high speed without stopping.

Huge noise caused Luo Yuan's eardrum to constantly vibrate.

A few residual green beetles were swept in by the flames, and they were smashed and smashed, and countless colorful liquids spilled from the air.

The guns kept turning, and several times unconsciously swept through the surrounding high-rise buildings, pulling out a broken gap, and even the walls were swept away.

Luo Yuan looked at this scene, and there was some blasphemy. It was only after a long time that he suddenly woke up and scared a cold sweat behind him.

This building is just facing the commercial street in front. Once the machine guns are fired here, the fragile walls of the civil buildings here are absolutely unable to block the penetration of the cannon.

"We can't stay here, go!" Luo Yuan hurried, his face was gloomy.

In modern warfare, unless the military is willing to pay a huge price and pile up with the lives of a large number of soldiers, it is difficult to avoid "injury" to civilians. In today's situation, I am afraid that the upper class is not considering the trivial matter of accidentally injuring civilians, but cleaning up these green beetles as soon as possible to maintain social stability.

But even with this thought, Luo Yuan still feels the anger of leaving. Anything, once it comes to yourself, it is difficult to maintain a rational and objective mentality.

Huang Jiahui also realized that she rushed back to the bedroom. When she came out, she had already held a rifle in her hand. She trembled: "Where?"

Luo Yuan walked toward the gate and said quickly: "Go to the ground floor, at least safer than here."

"it is good!"

Master Wang has already been paralyzed, like an unconscious doll, and there is no blood on her face. She is standing here and staying motionless.

Luo Yuan looked at this scene and sighed in his heart, saying: "Grifle to me, you hug her!"

Huang Jiahui gave a sigh and handed the rifle to Luo Yuan. He took the teacher of the king of Muran and followed him out of the gate.

Just as I walked up the stairs, the sharp sound of a bullet passed through the ear, and a row of transparent holes suddenly appeared next to the stairs.

The stairs are located at the wall of the building, separated by two or three walls, but still can't stop the terrible shells of the cannon.

Even Luo Yuan was scared of the heart beat vigorously.

He looked at his face pale, and Huang Jiahui, who stood on the spot, found that he was not injured and he was relieved.

"Don't be dazed, go!" Luo Yuanli sighed.

Huang Jiahui returned to the world and quickly followed Luo Yuan to rush down the stairs.

After a minute, the three went down the stairs.

In fact, it is not only Luo Yuan who is a wise man. At this time, the ground floor of the corridor has been filled with bustling crowds. However, as soon as he saw the rifle in Luo Yuan’s hand, the crowd suddenly quieted.

But that's all.

No one screams, no one shuns, or even no fear at all, and some just guard.

As the world becomes more and more chaotic, the acceptance of people has also increased rapidly. The sword is just ordinary, even if someone is openly swaying with a gun, there is no fuss.

When Huang Jiahui put down the teacher of Wang, Luo Yuan returned the rifle to him. Compared with the effort of his three-legged cat, the rifle is more powerful in the hands of Huang Jiahui.

"Fast, save her?" At this time, a middle-aged man on the stairs was holding a **** woman, and he walked away.

The crowd quickly spread and squeezed a spacious space.

The middle-aged man, Sven Wenwen, with a pair of thick black-rimmed glasses like intellectuals, his face with horror and helplessness, he clenched the woman in his arms, but the blood still kept. Dropped from his hands and connected in a straight line. He gently carried the woman to the open space.

"Who are you doctors, save her!" He cried red to his eyes.

Luo Yuan glanced at the injured woman and couldn't bear to turn his head.

The woman’s eyes were closed, her hair was like a gossamer, her face was like a dead man’s wax, and there was a fist-sized wound in her chest. It’s obviously unprotected.

"I beg you to save her, I can give money, no, food, my family still has some food, all for you?" He looked helplessly one by one.

The people around them have turned their eyes away.

One of them couldn’t bear to say: "This kind of wound is not saved even if it is sent to the hospital now, and the festival will change!"

His body trembled and his face flashed a deep mourning. He seemed to want to touch her cheek. The hand just reached into the air and began to tremble, feeling her cold and cold body. He cried. !