Game of Destiny: This player is different

In Qin Nuo's eyes,

the man named "Chris" has a mature and steady temperament.

The simple hairstyle and strong physique, as well as the occasional flash of melancholy in his eyes,

are no different from the classic muscular tough guy template in Hollywood blockbusters.

The only point of complaint is that

the skin color of this person is very blue, very blue.

Rather than saying that he looks like Avatar, it is better to say that he is closer to a strong version of the Smurf.

"I remember that there have been cases of blue people in history, and it seems to be called methemoglobinosis.

The reason for this is that some families are isolated from the world or have inbreeding,

which causes the recessive genes of both parents to be passed on to their offspring, thus contracting this rare hereditary blood disease."

Qin Nuo rubbed the chin of the bird-beak mask,

as an informal medical staff who has not received formal medical education and training,

looked up and down at Chris:

"Normal people have normal red hemoglobin in their bodies, so their skin appears pink.

And patients with this genetic disease,

because methemoglobin appears light blue or brown in the blood,

their skin will appear blue.

According to the information we know so far, the number of survivors seems to be very small.

In order to continue the fire, inbreeding is not uncommon."

Perhaps the black eyes under the mask as deep as a vortex were too sharp,

Chris inexplicably felt a sense of suffocation like a little white mouse on the laboratory table.

It seemed that in the next second, the bird-beaked doctor in front of him would raise the scalpel, peel off his muscles and cut himself into pieces. "That," Chris smacked his lips and broke the silence: "Friend, do you misunderstand me? My parents had no blood relationship before they knew each other. In addition, inbreeding is an unethical and moral behavior that can easily cause congenital defects in offspring. No normal person would do it, right?" "Really?" Qin Nuo snorted with a sneer: "Chris, your remarks just now are a great denial of the majority of orthopedic enthusiasts. If you pursue it too deeply, it is a serious blasphemy against love. Ethics, morality, species, gender, are all worthless in front of the sacred and pure love. Mention.

Just like some men would rather marry dolls or paper people than try to contact normal women,

Do you know why? "

Without waiting for the other party to answer,

Qin Nuo waved his hand and said righteously:

"In their cognition, real women are first of all people,

and people have a lot of things on them, so they smell dirty.

Dolls and paper people are different, they are clean and beautiful.

The key-"

He raised a finger and stared at Chris with burning eyes:

"As long as you spend money, they are your personal belongings,

and they will never betray or cheat. "

Why is it getting weirder and weirder?

Not only Chris's mind was a mess,

but everyone at the scene, including the newbie, was confused.

Seeing that he successfully diverted the topic, Qin Nuo raised a smug smile at the corner of his mouth.

He helped the young sentry who was slumped on the ground,

after pretending to be concerned for a few words, he sat on the motorcycle and asked everyone to move on.

When the blue pickup truck drove a hundred meters away,

Chris, who was standing there in a daze, realized something was wrong.

He was so distracted that he forgot what he came out for.

"Jeff, call Old Doc to check their injuries."

He pointed to the six sentries who were stacked like a pyramid and said, "I'll keep an eye on the caravan."

"What about Bernard?"

"Bernard?"

The two looked into the distance,

the sentry who had bad intentions at first was now hanging between the steel frame and the iron sheet like barbecued pork.

The headscarf and bandages were loose,

revealing a blue-skinned middle-aged face covered with scars.

But compared to Chris, the color was much lighter.

"...Jeff, forget it, I'll do it."

In the survivor camp.

When Qin Nuo and his party passed through the passage and arrived near the door, they saw two women with headscarves dragging the body of a cow, and pulled it to a semicircular house with a radius of about 1.5 meters and a reflective material on the surface for slaughter. There was a bottle-shaped vent installed on the top of the house, and a small turbine device rotated at a constant speed, continuously exhausting carbon dioxide from the building and inhaling fresh air. Seeing the strangers, the women stopped. However, they did not scream and flee at the first time, but clenched the sharp boning knife in their hands, showing a vigilant look. "Oh, the people are tough." Qin Nuo quickly glanced around and found that there were more than a dozen semicircular houses built in the entire camp. Some survivors were drying clothes in front of the house, and someWhile carefully maintaining the tools,

some seemed to be grinding tobacco leaves and rolling up the crushed foam to make simple cigarettes,

Judging from their body shapes, there were men, women, young and old.

Although they were busy with different things, their clothing styles were quite uniform.

All wrapped themselves tightly with headscarves.

In addition,

there were seven or eight cars parked in the corner of the camp.

The vehicles were in good condition,

the dark red blood stains on the wire mesh windows and steel bumpers,

indicated that many zombies died under the cars.

Before the players pulled over and turned off the engine,

dozens of survivors in the camp gathered around with strong vigilance.

They either held machetes and daggers, or held loaded assault rifles.

It made people feel like they were driving to tourist attractions and encountered local unruly people forcibly stopping the car and asking for money.

The six newbies leaned against the blue pickup truck,

staring closely at the crowds surrounding them on both sides, preparing for possible violent conflicts.

Qin Nuo was calm and composed.

He walked to a child holding a water pipe with his hands behind his back, as if he was inspecting a leader.

Ignoring the hostile look in his eyes, he turned his palm up and

took out a red retro handheld game console from his backpack.

"My little friend, this game console has rich interfaces, sensitive button feedback, and a high-definition large screen with soft light to protect the eyes.

There are also 400 nostalgic red and white game consoles. You can play different games every day for a year without repeating yourself."

As he spoke, he pressed the "Start" button with his finger.

The classic red hat man appeared on the 3.2-inch screen.

With his legs spread apart and his right hand punching forward, he looked very festive.

"Do you want it?

If you want it, ask your parents to bring out something to exchange.

I still have a lot of good stuff here."

Qin Nuo took advantage of his height to rub the child's head casually,

then put away the game console and turned to the crowd and said loudly:

"Everyone,

We, the Train King Caravan, passed by the treasure land without any malice, but with a sincere heart.

Cigarettes, alcohol, toilet paper, pots and pans, chili sauce,

If you have any unused items, you can exchange them for some daily necessities to improve your life."

Before he finished speaking,

a big flag suddenly hit the ground, smashing out a basin-sized dent and splashing a lot of sand and dust.

Qin Nuo held the flagpole with one hand and raised it casually.

But there were a few big words clearly written on the flag-

[The sky drop is no match for the green plum, the young tamed can't beat the wingman,

Zero charge will eventually become a clown, krypton gold can become stronger]