Reger turned his back and could only see his broad back.
But it was obvious that he was not asleep, and you could often hear his slight sigh.
"Regel" Cheng Qianxun called softly, feeling sorry for Steve who died today: "Are you thinking about Steve?"
"Yeah."
Regel made a nasal sound, and after a while he slowly said: "I am a bodybuilding coach in the club, and he is the first member I took over.
He has been in the club for more than three years.
He often invites me When he goes out for a ride, he doesn’t forget to bring a beautiful woman with him in the car.
He doesn’t take drugs or drink, and he’s not a bad person.”
"I know."
Cheng Qianxun felt the same way.
Maybe she never met such a person in her life circle before.
When we first met, there was a bit of conflict, but after a while, you will find that the essence of a person is the most important.
She couldn't help but shudder when she thought of Rudolph's kick to her side and how Locke seemed to be sanctimonious but did such a dirty thing.
"Well, you're cold."
Regal noticed something strange about her, turned around, and after a moment's hesitation, he still put his arm around her.
Reger's arms were wide and warm, giving people a very safe feeling.
Cheng Qianxun did not push away, but pressed her face against his chest.
You can die every day, so why refuse a little comfort?
She softly expressed her feelings: "Shanshan just left us yesterday, but it feels like a long, long time has passed.
And Steve, I still can't believe that he is dead, as if he is still among us. " When he said this, he felt sad and angry, and his voice trembled.
"Yes."
Regel gritted his teeth and got up.
"That person had better not let me dig out the evidence, otherwise I will break his legs, throw him into the zombie pile, and enjoy what Steve got at that time."
What."
Sneijder chuckled there: "Don't tremble if you dare to do it.
Are you afraid of having nightmares at night?
Or I will sleep with you in my arms."
"Go away, you pimp" Locke's angry voice sounded.
"Shh, be gentle."
Rudolph immediately stopped him.
Cheng Qianxun felt bad, always feeling that Steve died for her.
Locke is so cruel, as long as someone dies, he doesn't care who it is.
I finally got over it today, so what about tomorrow?
She couldn't sleep and thought about it in Regel's arms for half the night.
It was daybreak again, and Cheng Qian found an opportunity to get close to Rudolf and help him pack his things.
"Rudolph" she smiled, looked around, and saw that no one was paying attention to them.
Everyone else was busy with their own things, so she continued softly: "I don't blame you for doing this to me.
It's normal for you to do this.
The weak will be eliminated sooner or later."
Rudolf was opening drawers and cabinets everywhere, looking for something he could use.
After he looked around, there was a sneer on his lips: "Why, you want to report me too?"
Even if this matter is told, even if everyone believes it, Rudolph is more useful than Locke and will definitely be forgiven.
Cheng Qianxun still smiled in a friendly manner: "If you want to say that I have said it on the spot, I have to wait until now.
What I want to say is that you may be wrong."
"That's wrong."
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The sneer on Rudolph's lips became even thicker: "You want to discuss with me the right and wrong of good and evil?"
"Why are you discussing such useless things?"
She said confidently: "I thought about it for a long time last night, and I kept thinking about why Steve died instead of me.
Now I finally know why I died twice.
Didn't succeed."
Rudolph didn't say anything, so she asked mysteriously: "Didn't you notice along the way that even if the weakest person is eliminated, one of the people with similar styles will be eliminated first."
Rudolph frowned slightly: "Continue."
Since you are going to say it, you must make him believe it.
So Cheng Qianxun said what he had been thinking about for a long time: "Zhang Ruoshan and I have the same style, but she is obviously weaker than me.
Locke and Steve have similar styles, but Locke strikes first.
If you don't believe it, just Look at me, my ability is not worthy of being alive, but I just stand in front of you
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She took a deep breath and said in a very contagious tone: "I am the only one left with this style.
The devil wants to see my next performance, so I will definitely live."
Rudolph looked at her up and down: "What on earth are you trying to tell me?
I don't understand what you mean at all."
Cheng Qianxun stared into Rudolph's eyes, without any fear that he was some kind of bullshit agent who specializes in killing people.
He spat out every word: "So don't think about using me as a sacrifice anymore, and don't go against Satan's wishes.
Otherwise Next time, if I don't die, I will take revenge, and the person who murdered me will be unlucky, huh."
With feigned pride and confidence, she left the staring Rudolph and walked outside to the living room.
An inexplicable fear lingered in his heart, and Rudolf didn't know whether he would believe this nonsense.
But in order to survive, she could only try.
She couldn't hold on to the exit with constant plots.
"Creak, creak" Sneijder was shirtless, removing the wooden strips nailed to the door.
Looking at Sneijder, her worry became more serious.
He walked over, helped him hold the hand, and caught the plank he had dropped: "Where are the others?"
"Regel went to the basement, while Gordon and Locke went upstairs to look for useful things."
Sneed replied while doing it, then lowered his head, smiled and whispered: "Gordon wants to keep an eye on him.
Don’t let him touch any more medicines.”
Cheng Qianxun smiled and looked at Sneijder, his mind spinning rapidly.
If what she just said is true, then Reger and Gordon should belong to the same style, or Rudolf and Gordon should belong to the same style.
Rudolph and Locke don't dare to attack Regel and Gordon yet, because these two people are very powerful.
If Rudolph believed her, he would definitely target Sneijder and Locke, who have different styles but seemingly similar strengths.
Thinking of this, Sneijder called her softly a few times, bringing her back to her senses.
"Cheng, Cheng..."
Sneijder looked at her with concern: "Is there nothing wrong with you?"
"No."
She forced a smile and continued to pick up the wooden planks that Sneed had left.
After thinking for a while, she said softly: "You must follow Gordon and Regel closely today, and you must follow them even closer."
Sneed temporarily stopped what he was doing and looked at her suspiciously.
At this time, Gordon and Locke came down from the stairs.
He didn't ask why and continued working.
"Cheng, this is for you."
Gordon handed over a small, shiny silver pistol.
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It was very small and should have been specially put in a small bag for women: "There are only two rounds of bullets.
Keep it with you for self-defense
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