He did not give up the hope of survival.
He hunched over like a prawn and tried to untie the rope buckle on his right foot with his hands.
However, he found that not only could he not untie it, but the buckle became tighter and tighter.
The buckle made his calves numb and stretched in his chest.
His breath suddenly relaxed, and he could no longer hold on to the rope, and his whole body bounced back.
Romance He was dangling in the air like a dead corpse.
His heart was filled with despair.
He knew that he would never have the strength to grab the rope again.
An old movie about the end of the world, I Am Legend, could not help but appear in his mind.
What he was experiencing now was like that of the protagonist.
A replica, just without the company of a dog.
He never dared to imagine that he could become a legend, nor did he want to become a legend.
He just wanted to live well and live in obscurity in this world that was approaching the end of the world.
But at this moment, such thoughts seemed luxurious.
His body was spinning in the air, and the world around him was also spinning.
A self-deprecating thought came to his mind: At least, this way of death is more legendary.
Suddenly, in his rotating field of vision, he faintly saw a black shadow moving from far to near.
It was over, the guy who set the trap had come to harvest his prey.
He wanted to stop his body and see clearly what such a smart nuke looked like, but he couldn't help himself.
Then he noticed that there was no companion behind "him", and "he" was actually alone.
A glimmer of hope emerged in his heart.
One-on-one, he might not lose to "him".
With a thought in his heart, he quickly closed his eyes and pretended to be fainted.
Feeling that the footsteps were getting closer, he remained calm, relaxed his limbs, adjusted his breathing, and accumulated strength to counterattack when "he" let him down.
"Feed the people above, are they dead?"
A clear and magnetic voice came from below.
It was so familiar that to him, who was trapped in despair, it was like a fairy voice.
"Girl, save me!"
He shouted in ecstasy, and opened his eyes suddenly.
Sure enough, the sassy short hair and the memorable red mask came into view.
He never dreamed that he would meet him again here and now.
Who is she, if not the female thief who stole the car last time?
"It's you."
She also recognized him, her tone of voice was filled with surprise and amazement, and she didn't waste time asking in detail, "Just wait, I'll find the rope and let you down."
"Stop looking for it," he got the strength from nowhere, jumped up, grabbed the rope again, and shouted hurriedly, "My dagger fell down, find it, throw it to me, and I'll cut it myself."
Open the rope" He was worried that she would not be able to find the rope for a while, and the guy who set the trap would appear at any time, so he chose the simplest and fastest method.
It was easy to find the dagger.
She found it quickly.
She held the dagger and pointed it at him: "Can you catch it?
I'm going to throw it to you."
"Wait a minute."
He thought of another question.
Not to mention whether he could catch the dagger, if she threw it in the wrong place and hit him, it would be more than worth the loss.
He immediately changed his mind, "Forget it, you'd better find it."
Rope head."
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She frowned, obviously dissatisfied with his sudden idea, half hummed, half hummed, and started searching in the direction of the rope.
He watched her disappear behind the wall of the gate, feeling anxious and asked loudly: "Have you found her?"
"I found it.
The other end of the rope is tied to a room on the third floor.
I'll go upstairs."
Her pleasant voice came over.
"Don't go away."
His heart skipped a beat and he yelled.
The night was long and full of dreams.
If you stayed on this rope for one more minute, the danger would increase.
Seeing that she didn't respond and seemed too lazy to pay attention to him, he couldn't help but beg, "Auntie, Come back soon, I have a better idea."
I don't know if his "aunt" had any effect.
She turned out from behind the wall and asked hurriedly: "If you have any ideas, please tell me.
Don't waste time.
If the hunter shows up, I won't be able to take care of you." ” He didn't care that there were words in her words that he didn't understand, and said with a grimace: "You'd better throw the dagger to me.
Throw it accurately and don't prick me."
She didn't expect that he still had such a bad idea, and said angrily: "I can't guarantee that I can throw this accurately, just because I'm afraid you won't be able to catch it.
I might as well just cut off the rope, it's the easiest thing to do."
"You still have this ability?"
He opened his eyes in disbelief, and at the same time mentally assessed whether he would be injured if he fell into this position after she tied off the rope.
"Why don't you believe it?"
She said in a very confident tone, "If I don't have any skills, how dare I go to the mountain to mine alone?"
"Okay, I'll do as you say."
He gritted his teeth.
Believe it or not, let's take a gamble.
Even if she misses once, she can throw more times.
"Okay, get ready," she said, skillfully picking up the tip of the dagger and taking aim at the rope.
"Wait a minute," he yelled again, glanced at the rather sharp dagger a little worriedly, and warned, "Aim a little closer."
"Are you a man?"
She said this mocking word again and threw it away.
The cold light flashed, and he felt a light on his legs, and his whole body fell straight down.
He was originally in a sack position with his butt facing down.
An instinctive reaction caused his liberated limbs to move in the air, and with a plop, like He fell heavily to the ground like a toad.
Stars appeared in his eyes and he was overjoyed to be saved.
"Hey, how can you walk?"
She walked over, and two small gray hiking boots stopped in front of him.
"Thank you, I'm fine."
He endured the pain in his body, climbed up, and tried to behave like a man.
He stepped to pick up the backpack he had just left.
Unexpectedly, he staggered as soon as he walked, and his right foot was tied by a rope for a long time.
It seems that he has lost consciousness and no longer listens to the instructions of his brain.
"It's okay.
Let's leave here quickly.
Since the hunter has set a trap, he will appear at any time."
She left quickly, minding her own business.
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He didn't know what a hunter was that made her so scared.
Of course he knew the word hunter, but that was not what she meant by hunter.
But he had no time to pay attention to anything else, and he couldn't show his manly spirit.
He called her pitifully: "Auntie, I can't walk on one foot.
Can you help me to the bicycle place?"
Only then did she notice his condition, turned around and returned to his side, reluctantly holding up one of his arms.
She was neither angry nor angry: "You brat, I'm really being relied on by you."
"Auntie, it's such a coincidence that I met you again and saved my life."
His mouth was sweet, and he leaned half of his body against her.
He really relied on her.
In his current situation, he could easily meet a nuclear corpse. , you can treat him as a big meal.
With such a thick life-saving straw in front of you, you can't hold it tightly.
"Hmph, I have to pass by here every time I mine.
And you, why are you back?
Is there any treasure here?"
She couldn't help complaining.
Every time she met him, nothing good happened, although she only met him in total. twice.
"I gained something here last time, so I came here again this time."
He had a smug look on his face.
How could he admit that he came back here because of her?
Suddenly, he felt vaguely in his heart that the biggest gain last time was meeting her.
"Can you still ride a bicycle?"
She asked him without hope when she reached the bicycle.
"No," he answered honestly, seeing the weakness in her character and beginning to take full advantage of her compassion.
"Alas, you can't be a good person these days."
She shook her head and sighed, picking up the bicycle and ordering, "Sit on, I'll take you home."
"My family lives in Rainbow Community, close to the Xiaoqing River on the edge of Sunwang Mountain."
He climbed into the back seat as if he was afraid that she would regret it, and told his home address without warning, but inadvertently committed two major taboos in life. " Stay away from women” and “Don’t approach strangers.”
"Well, hold on tight."
She pedaled the bicycle and accelerated quickly.
"Auntie, good people will be rewarded.
You must be very beautiful, that's why you have such a kind heart."
He praised her as if he had put honey on his lips.
He had a hunch that she was really beautiful.
Girls all love beauty, and she responded happily: "Does being beautiful have anything to do with having a good heart?
Haven't you heard of the saying that a face is like a peach blossom, but a heart is like a snake or scorpion?"
"Are you?"
He was actually in a good mood.
He never imagined that a few minutes ago he was still immersed in the despair of death.
"Does it have something to do with you?"
She obviously didn't want to say no, nor did she want to say yes.
Which girl doesn't want to have a peach blossom face, but no girl thinks that she has a snake or scorpion in her heart.
The wind whistled in his ears, and he couldn't help but hug her waist tightly.
A faint girl's breath penetrated into his nose, and his mind wandered.
If it was hell just now, it is heaven now.
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Before he could fully appreciate the taste of heaven, there was a roar of a motor along the wind.
He clearly felt her body tremble, and the bicycle immediately veered off course and plunged into the grass on the side of the road.
He fell down with her on the bicycle, and the skin on his forehead was scratched raw by the weeds.
He couldn't help complaining: "Auntie, how did you ride?"
"Hush, it's a hunter."
She nervously raised her finger to her mouth behind the mask to signal him to silence, and at the same time used her other hand to lower his head.
He could feel the trembling in her voice and hands.
It was obvious that she was extremely frightened and did not dare to ask any more questions.
She lowered her body and remained motionless.
After a moment, the sound of motors roared past.
He could clearly see in the grass that they were two motorcycles, each carrying two people, wearing the same helmets.
He immediately thought of the skeleton knight he saw a few days ago.
"It's so close."
She breathed a sigh of relief.
Then she realized that she and him were very close to each other, almost hugging each other.
She immediately blushed.
Fortunately, she was covered by a mask.
"Who is the hunter?"
Seeing that he could speak, he asked the word that he had heard several times today but could not understand.
"Ah, have you never gone out or been to the black market since it started snowing?"
She was surprised by his question.
"Today is the first time I go out."
He was also surprised.
Could it be that something big happened in this short month?
"No wonder, do you know why they are called hunters?
Because they hunt people.
This gray snow has caused food shortages for many people.
About half a month ago, a group of guys riding motorcycles and wearing skull helmets appeared. , capture other people and eat them, they are worse and more dangerous than nuclear zombies because they are normal humans, stronger and more flexible than nuclear zombies, and they can also use transportation and set traps."
"It's so retrograde."
He didn't expect that human nature has declined to this point, and he couldn't imagine what cannibalism is like.
Suddenly, he thought that the appearance of hunters may indicate that the city has completely degenerated into a jungle society where the jungle cannibalize the strong.
"The three major players in the black market The giants didn’t take any measures” "The security team can only guarantee the safety of the black market.
Besides, hunters are in groups of two or three.
They are so elusive that they can't be caught."
She carefully looked around and said, "You are lucky, if I come a little late. , you were captured by them."
"Thank you for saving my life."
He thanked him sincerely, and his body felt cold when he thought of the possible consequences of today.
"You also saved me last time, and we were even."
She said calmly.
At this time, the sound of the motor came closer and closer again.
The two of them kept silent and waited for the two motorcycles to pass by for a long time before helping the bicycle out of the grass.
He felt that it was extremely dark.
He looked at his watch and was surprised to see that it was already past four in the afternoon.
It turned out that he had been hanging on the rope for almost a day.
She also looked at the sky and frowned slightly: "The weather is not quite right.
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Let's hurry up and hope we don't encounter any hunters or nuclear corpses again.
After I send you home, I want to lend you this bicycle.
I'll return it to you."
I’m going to the black market.”
"No problem, just remember to return it to me.
I live in Building 27, 4a."
He told her the specific house number as if he was afraid that she wouldn't come back.
"You trust me?"
She couldn't help but glance at him in surprise.
The survivors who lived outside the black market always kept their residence secret because it was their last resort.
He didn't respond, embarrassed to express his inner feeling, that is, he could trust her unconditionally.
The two got back on the bike and walked nearly half the distance.
As the sky became darker and darker, he changed his mind again: "Let's go directly to the black market.
I want to see a doctor.
I have no feeling in my foot."
His feet have actually improved, and his ankles are burning, which shows that the blood there is returning to smooth flow.
The reason why he wants to go to the black market is for her sake.
The road is not safe, and he always feels uneasy when a girl is rushing back and forth.
"Okay, let's go to the black market, so I don't have to return your car."
She also thought this was the best, and went straight to the black market without saying a word
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