But even if Ling Mo gave a warning, it was close to midnight when the hotel was quiet again.
After carefully pretending for Xu Shuhan, Ling Mo turned his attention to another important thing.
It's not a good way to grab time with Nirvana after all. The more people on his side, the slower he will move forward. In contrast, Nirvana, they are likely to be around the clock, and even take some special means of tracking. With their familiarity with the route, I'm afraid it won't be too safe even out of Blackwater.
The reason why Ling Mo delays time is not just to temporarily distance himself
A corner of the hotel, a storage room.
Sunglasses man... Or one of the big boss's parts, is leaning against the wall in low spirits at this time.
His hands were hung on the plastic pipe above his head, and his feet were tightly tied together by ropes.
In this uncomfortable binding posture, he had to try his best to maintain a standing posture... In Lingmo's words, it was conducive to his thinking
"Click."
The sound of opening the door suddenly rang out, and then a dazzling flashlight poked in.
Sunglasses man looked away in some pain, listening to a man walk in from the door.
Then, the voice that kept circulating in his brain rang in his ear again: "after staying alone for a few hours, you should think clearly?"
"Cough..." sunglassman blinked hard and looked at Ling Mo with difficulty.
As the figure in his eyes gradually became clear from blur, a nervous smile appeared on the sunglasses man's face.
"Do you mean what you say?" He asked stiffly.
Ling Mo played with the flashlight and seemed to smile, "about this... You can wait and see."
……
Five days later.
On a slightly empty road, a group of shadows are running wildly.
Suddenly, the leader stopped from running. Turned around and looked at a shop on the side.
"Go and have a look."
He said briefly, and at the same time he had walked over.
At the moment of opening the door, a hand poked out of it.
With the sound of the man behind him pulling the bolt of the gun, this hand has hung down softly along the door frame.
"Don't worry, it's just the body."
The man who opened the door was extremely calm. He pushed the door open completely, and then heard the people behind him utter a cry of surprise.
"It's all..." the man who almost shot was still holding his arm and reading with some fear in his mouth.
"It's a zombie." The leader took over and said.
His sinister eyes kept looking into the depths of the shop, and then frowned slightly.
In this empty shop. Impressively lying full of corpses... And those blood red eyes seemed to be "staring" at them.
But he didn't seem to see it. He squatted down and turned over one of the bodies: "these zombies died at most for more than an hour... Their eyes were a little confused, indicating that they were deceived here by fantasy like those seen a few times before. Then they were killed without resistance... There are blood holes here, the same way as the person who did the most."
Speaking of which. He stood up again. Then he took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands: "the distance is getting closer and closer, and they can't run. However," when he said this, he suddenly paused, thought for a while, and then said, "I don't know why. They follow the same route as us."
"Old seven, you mean... This shortcut?" The man with the gun asked.
"That's right..." the man called Lao Qi nodded and said affirmatively, "doesn't it mean that they have captured a prisoner? I think it's the way that the man pointed out to them. But they can walk. Can't you think we can also walk? Although it saves time, in this way, we are bound to catch up..."
He was thinking, but someone in the team said, "seventh brother, isn't this a good thing? It means they are stupid!"
"I hope so. Once this mission is successful, there will be no need to do any more tasks for half a year, and the treatment will be better in the future. Everyone cheer up." Seven said cautiously, "in a word, once we get close, we will hang and kill these people."
"Aren't there still prisoners?" Someone asked.
"The opponent is not weak. How can he save the prisoner alive? Don't be afraid of hands and feet. Then... Go all out!" After the cold voice finished, old seven looked down at the body at his feet again, and then waved his hand vigorously, "hurry up!"
……
At the same time, on a more remote highway in the distance.
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