Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

Fu Jiang poured water into the pot. We didn't find any drinks, only empty bottles. However, the water pipes of this building were not cut, and the empty bottles were filled with tap water. Although I am worried about the water being not clean, I should drink it if it boils.

While waiting, Fu Jiang continued to make her crossbow. I was okay, and took out the pistol. I didn't mention to Fu Jiang that I had a pistol before. It wasn't intentionally concealed. It was just that time I even forgot about it.

To tell the truth, when the zombies were wiped out, I did n’t think the pistol would be more convenient than the axe, and there were only six bullets.

"Ha, revolver." Fu Jiang glanced and hummed, not taking the meaning of the past at all.

"There are six bullets for you." I said.

"I'd rather want your axe."

"That will not work."

"Seriously." She looked up and stared at me, "I'm better at using an axe than you, don't you think you are more suitable for shooting?"

"I don't think." I said flatly.

"Why? Men like to shoot, they are natural shooters." She raised her tail and said like a speaker.

"I only fired ten shots during military training, or outdated rifles ... I think you are better than me."

"Listen, Achuan." She called me Achuan, which sounded weird and intimate, but not exactly that way. It's just that no one has ever called me that way, no matter how good my classmates, and my parents who raised me are also called my name "Gao Chuan".

Takakawa, a very casual sense of distance.

"Pistols can pose a threat as long as the trigger is pulled, but the power of the axe depends on the level of the user."

"My level is good, I killed the ghost dog."

"But I use it better. Whether you or me use the pistol, the power has not changed much. Shouldn't it be reasonably allocated at this time in order to form a greater combat power?"

Fu Jiang looked at me with Chen Ken's eyes. After a while, I handed her the axe, and then put the pistol back in my waist again.

Fujiang grabbed the axe, just like the child got a beloved toy, and laughed happily.

"Thank you."

Suddenly wanted to smoke, so he took out his cigarette case. Suddenly realized that there is more than one person here, I have never smoked in front of others, but it is a bit unnatural to take the cigarettes out and then take them back. Fu Jiang noticed my movement and narrowed his eyes.

"Cigarette? I know, what top students are deceptive?"

"No. Probably. My studies are very good. I was in the top ten of the school and I have reached the finals of the Olympiad." I awkwardly defended: "Uh ... I also published articles in magazines and newspapers. Share. "

Fujiang's expression of "seeing through you already".

"Students don't know?"

"……There are some."

"But there are no reports, so, are some bad students?" She seemed to be staring at me from my face: "I don't know who else you smoke? Teacher? Friends? Relatives? Parents? ... , You deceived everyone, you big liar. "

"No ... uh, I just don't want them to know that I smoke." I continued to argue dryly: "You know, this is personal privacy."

"You guys ... it's just too straightforward."

You are too straightforward.

"Well, I am such a person." I gave up and lifted the cigarette: "Can I smoke?"

"Give me one." She replied, quite surprised. After taking the cigarette, he said another sentence: "Camel? Yes, I like this brand."

I smiled meaninglessly.

We lighted the fire of the gas stove, and the two of us swallowed the clouds and waited for the water to boil.

The water in the pot boiled for a while before we poured it into the noodle cup. After being bored for five minutes, he ate gulped. Fu Jiang was probably very hungry too, and made a face-sucking sound without ladyliness, and did not blush at all. Maybe she didn't care about this at all. I usually eat the same cup noodles, but it has never been so delicious.

During, I told her about the matter of the senior who was found missing but amnestic in her school.

"Some people don't come back when they disappear, and some people lose memory when they come back. This is a problem worth noting." I said.

"If they all get to this place ..." Fu Jiang shook his head and did not take it.

"The reason why I can't go back is probably death, or I didn't find the right way. The situation of amnesia is probably to find the right way, but what happened, maybe they don't want us to go back with memories." I analyzed.

"Why? Who are they? Isn't it meant to make us brave to save the world? How can it be done without memory?"

"I don't know." I said, "But I want to try it."

"what?"

"Record the memory. Write a diary in a notebook or computer and take it out."

Speaking of this, I took out the notebook I prepared in advance and shook it in front of her eyes.

She stayed for two or three seconds and nodded.

"Just do that."

So I started to write a diary, and I went to the old toilet in the school, and recorded everything that happened so far. It was originally intended to be a simple narrative, but it is probably full of time. This experience is also impressive. It gradually became like a novel, and the image is described briefly. Mood, thoughts, guesses, whether subjective or objective, are all contained in it.

For a while, I thought I was copying my soul on paper.

Maybe I have the potential to be a novelist. However, after reading it, I read it again, and felt that it was very different from the feeling when I wrote the pen. It made people wonder whether "Is this what I want to write?"

No wonder many authors will tear off the manuscript immediately after writing it. I think I understand their mood a little bit.

When I raised my head, Fu Jiang didn't know when to look down behind him. I quickly covered my paper with my arms, and I was a little shy.

"Don't block it, it's very well written." She said with a smile.

I can't tell the good and evil of this smile, I just feel very embarrassed.

"You want to see it, write it yourself."

"That's boring, and I've never written a diary or a story." Fu Jiang suddenly proposed with excitement: "How about sorting out and going to the publishing house after going back? Anyway, it looks like a fantasy story, and maybe you can sell big money , Will be a well-known writer in the future. "

"Are you kidding me?"

"Of course not, I'm very serious, but you have to write me a little."

"What does my diary have to do with you?"

"I am the heroine." When Fu Jiang said that, he didn't mean to blush at all.

I didn't want to get entangled in this topic, so I asked her how she did her crossbow.

"It's done." Fu Jiang took the simple crossbow from the place where he used to sit.

A crossbow is worse than a crossbow. It is two feet long. It looks like a rifle with a bow arc. The skeleton is made of wood. There are triggers, sights and shoulder rests. The bowstring is elastic and some silk The mixture is very tight, if you are not strong enough to wind, you can use the same self-made lever winder.

Also made six crossbow arrows, roughly cut the wooden strip into a semicircle, cut a shallow groove on the flat side, sharpened the front section, and put a weight on it.

Looks very lethal, but the effect is unknown.

Fujiangjing walked to the window, lifted the corner of the thick dark blue curtain slightly, glanced outwards, then waved to let me pass.

I came to her with a crossbow. She took the crossbow and silently clicked a female zombie wandering outside the big iron gate. I understood what she meant by pulling a gap through the reinforced wooden board.

Fujiang pulls the string and inserts the crossbow into the slot rail, aiming like a rifle standing shot on the shoulder. Limited by the window, my body almost touched her and clearly felt the heat from her body. The first time I was so close to a woman other than a relative, I was a little restless.

Fujiang's entire focus was on the female zombie who was selected as the prey.

I try to concentrate and look along her eyes.

The bowstring was soft, and the air tearing was not so loud. The slender black shadow passed through the courtyard under the night shadow almost indistinctly.

The female zombie fell to the ground, UU reading www.uukanshu.com the right eye showed the tail of the crossbow.

The sound of falling to the ground caused the commotion of other zombies, but could not find the source of the turmoil, and gradually calmed down again.

I closed the window, Fu Jiang pulled the curtains together, and we sat back next to the portable gas stove.

"For such a long distance, you must aim at your eyes. You can shoot directly through your head within 20 steps." Fu Jiang said, throwing his crossbow at me: "The sound of shooting is too loud, you should use it. "

"But ..."

"I use axe for close combat, you are responsible for remote support."

Reasonable and practical combination.

"If you insist." I nodded and said nothing stupid like a man should be in front of me.

After, Fu Jiang and I made thirty crossbow arrows and one quiver together.

After ten o'clock in the evening, we cleaned the messy ground, and the bedding was spread side by side on the ground.

Although it didn't take long to enter the end of the illusion, the accumulated fatigue seemed to write three days of homework without sleep.

As soon as I lay down, I didn't want to stand up again, but I couldn't sleep. It seemed that there was a pile of debris rolling in the drying barrel, and the self-confident calm spirit rebounded from the bottom of the valley.

Fu Jiang turned over with a blanket around, and faced me face-to-face, said nothing, just looked at me quietly, and I didn't say anything, just looked at each other.

There is a hint of emotion in the silence.

Long-lost sentimentality.

Only one third of the night has passed, what will happen tomorrow?

Can go back safely?

"Do you want to hold hands?" Fu Jiang suddenly asked me that her hand had stretched out the blanket.

For a while, I held it, it was really warm.