Chapter 9:

"Have a pen?"
"Ok?"
"I will draw my dream for you."
Li Zhaoyi found me a ballpoint pen and a small notebook: "Nothing else." He said this, as if he was afraid that I would not be able to draw on the excuse of simple tools. I rolled his eyes with disdain. , I took the ballpoint pen and notebook and started to draw.
As a professional comics writer with no imagination, solid drawing skills are the foundation of my life. I quickly wrote down scenes that I could not describe on paper. The brushstrokes were very fast, and the picture was inevitably a bit scribble, but the proportions of scenery and people were not biased.
When I painted, I didn't say a word, and Li Zhiyi didn't say anything. In the quiet underground office of the Association, there were only the light sound of my pen rubbing against the paper surface, and my breathing with heavy and light strokes.
When I stopped the pen and looked up, I realized that Li Zhiyi had nothing to do. He kept staring at my painting. When I stopped the pen, he also raised his eyelids, his eyes met, his breathing was very close, and his pupils were touching each other. The figure is the distance to snuggle.
I lifted the painting up, blocking me and Li Zhaotong, like a barrier that could separate me and him: "The painting is done."
Li Yitong leaned back in the chair and called me, "Su Xiaoxin."
Seeing his posture, I immediately defensively: "It's OK, I didn't let you see how well I painted, just see what this means..."
"Your painting is not bad."
"Boom" My heart beats fast, not for other reasons, just for... Li Zhaotong, this one is actually a boast!
"You look good when you draw."
I opened my eyes wide and looked at Li Zhuangdao. When my most proud ability was recognized by the people who disapproved me the least, after the first moment of shock and consternation, the corners of my mouth curled slightly: "That dang... "
"Next time you see me, stop talking and just paint."
"..."
Haha, I'm so naive, what ivory can this guy vomit?
I tapped on the notebook with my pen: "Look at this! The point is here!"
Li Zhaoyi followed my pen and glanced at my painting again: "The air-raid shelter during the bombing period did not look big. This is a mother who lost her child. Give me a detailed portrait of her face, and I will take it for scanning and copying. Send out."
I was stunned: "Scan, copy and distribute?"
"Well, what you saw is probably the appearance of the zombie who bit you when he was alive." Li Zhaotong said this coldly, making my back spine cold. "Li Peipei told me yesterday about your dreams, I I have discussed with several doctors and cadavers. It is estimated that zombie mucus enters your blood and causes poisoning. The toxicity allows you to see what happened in the life of zombies. It is reasonable to say that zombie mucus will not have such toxicity. The ones that can be out of control may be There are variations, and the mucus toxicity has unknown uncertainties."
"I..." I said tremblingly, "I am poisoned with corpse poison? Am I... dying?" At the end of the day, my tone of voice turned around, and I brought out a trace when I couldn't control it. Crying.
Li Zhaoyi glanced at me, his eyes full of disgust and arrogance seemed to say, "Daddy is here, you think it's not that easy to die."
I controlled my emotions a little bit. After a while, I couldn't help but start thinking silently in my heart. I had to go back and write a good outline for the endless comics. In the event of an accident, the story should always give readers an explanation! This is the ethics of being a professional cartoonist!
As I thought about it, I turned the pages of my notebook and made a big shape, and then started to draw a sketch of the face of the woman in my dream with a ballpoint pen. When I was painting, I suddenly remembered a little bit, and raised my head to ask Li Zhaotong: "Last time I was bitten by that zombie, why didn't I just draw that zombie at that time?"
Li Zhaotong paused while wiping his glasses, then squinted and asked me: "Oh, do you remember what that zombie woman looks like?"
...
Sorry, I forgot. About the memories of that night, I only remember the man in black who didn't even see his face. Hmm...it seems to be true. For a day or two after being attacked by zombies, I didn't care about being bitten at all, and I threw myself into the emotion of "love at first sight".
I was silent, and I lowered my head to paint. Li Zhaodi wiped his glasses and put them on the bridge of his nose, then stood up: "I'm painting here, I'll bring someone over, and go back with us today."
Without giving me a chance to ask any more questions, he walked out with his hands.
About an hour later, the tip of my ballpoint pen stopped on the corner of the woman's eye, focused on deepening a shadow, then straightened my back, exhaled, looked left and right, and added two more pens to the corner of her mouth.
"Wow!" I heard a child's childish exclamation, and a black head next to him immediately leaned over, admiring my painting in amazement: "It's done well!" The child said, looking up. I glanced at it, and the eyes were as translucent as obsidian, "You are amazing!"
There are very few children who can admire like this. I am proud of myself. I was just trying to be humble. The notebook in my hand was taken over. Li Zhitong took the notebook and looked at it, and directly used the landline of Xiao Mengmei at the front desk to call I made a phone call: "Hello? Come to the front desk to get the documents and send it to me today. Level 2 wanted."
The wanted orders of the Association are divided into special grade wanted and grade one, grade two, grade three, grade four and grade five wanted.
Generally, the first-level wanted is the highest wanted order. For example, if a non-human serial homicide occurs, or a large-scale non-human fight has suffered heavy casualties, the major criminal will be issued a first-level wanted. The second-level wanted is the highest level among ordinary incidents. Coming to the zombies, it puts a lot of pressure on them.
As for the Super Wanted, Li Peipei said that this is a secret in their non-human business organization, and most people don’t know...
"Miss Sister, not only do you draw good-looking, but people are also so good-looking. I'm so stunned."
Ok?
I took my gaze away from Li Zhaoyi, and saw the face of the half-person tall kid, the little boy stared at me with a pair of translucent obsidian eyes. For a while, I couldn’t believe it was a little boy. The sentence just now:
"Miss Sister's eyes are so beautiful. It must be because she has been using such beautiful eyes to see the world, so the paintings are so beautiful."
Ok! ?
and many more! This kid! This kid is simply...
"Oh, I blushed after being stared at by the beautiful young lady. Ashamed!" The little boy said, he buried his head on my lap, and when his forehead was about to touch me, he got a pale hand behind his back. His collar picked him up.
Li Zhaoyi squinted at him: "When you are old, don't sell cuteness to take advantage of others."
"Huh? Uncle what are you talking about? Why can't I understand?"
Li Zhuan stared at him disgustingly, waved his hand, and slammed him directly against the wall like throwing garbage. I exclaimed, thinking that the little boy was going to be bloodied and corpse on the spot. I didn't expect the child to hold him. Rotating his head in the air a few times, kicking his feet firmly on the wall, twisting his waist and abdomen, he landed perfectly like those gymnasts seen in the Olympic Games.
He was barefoot with no shoes on, and a bell was tied to his ankle, but after that set of actions just now, the bell on his foot didn't rang.
"Don't just know to look at the face, this guy is already an uncle in your forties or fifty to you, take your look and see the look of a child prodigy."
"Huh? Forty or fifty?" I was surprised, "Tianshan Grandma?"
"Why, I'm really a little boy." He looked at me with a smile, "My name is Yu Shao, Miss Sister can call me Xiao Shao Shao or less than Yu. I am a corpse slayer, and today I want to meet Xiao Sister goes home to live."
"It's just one building, don't think too much." Li Zhaotong interrupted him.
"I am going to live in the same building with such a beautiful young lady today, and I feel so happy to think about it. I don't even think that there is such a horrible foreign zombies."
"Unhappy you can continue to sleep in the office building."
Yu Shao didn't even look at Li Zhaotong. He walked in front of me and stretched out his hand: "We are going now, the front is so dark, I'm afraid I can't see it, so I want Miss Sister to hold him, otherwise I can't walk."
I looked at him quietly, then looked at Li Zunzhun, Li Zunzhun nodded invisibly, and then I put my hand in the palm of this strange child with confidence, and the moment he held my hand, he The seemingly innocent and cute eyes flashed sharply: "Miss Sister was bitten by a zombie a few days ago and always has nightmares, right?"
"Ok……"
"Then be careful these days."
I was shocked: "Be careful of what?"
"Be careful to be taken away by zombies when dreaming."
Damn, this is too scary to say, I immediately weakened my legs and somehow couldn't walk, he saw that I was scared, and laughed again, and while leading me, he said:
"But don’t worry, Miss, your building already has an enchantment under foreign zombies. Although I don’t want to admit it, he is really powerful. Those disobedient zombies are not capable of breaking in. It may not be those few that broke in..." He briefly mentioned, and then turned the subject back, "However, no matter what zombies, I live in that building now, so I won’t let such a beautiful little one. My sister went to play with them. If you want to play, you can only play with me."
Hearing this, I figured it out. This corpse-shoveler turned out to be the guard Li Zhaotong found.
"Did you get rid of those zombies that got lost?"
Yu Shao smiled softly: "Miss Sister, it’s been a long time since I personally drove the corpses. Those were all done by my subordinates, but this time I got into trouble and asked me to come from Xiangxi to clean up the place. It happened that I haven’t been here for a long time. I’ve played in Chongqing, and miss the spicy old hot pot here." He pointed to the side, "I rely on this stingy workaholic, uncle, I’ve been here for two days, and kept letting me work in the basement and not letting me go out. For play."
While we were talking, we had already left the underground office building of the Abduction Association, and in the blink of an array, we came to the dilapidated and dilapidated building we walked into in the afternoon.
Yu Shao pushed the door out and walked on the main street of Ciqikou. It is early morning. Compared with Ciqikou during the day, the ancient town at night is really like an ancient town, but the traces of commercialization are still inevitable. Occasionally, one or two shops rushed to renovate at night, and other shops were closed. Several small bars heard a few folk songs with guitars.
The spring breeze is not cold, with the dampness of the river, softly brushing my face, blowing out my sleepiness.
"For hot pot, come upstairs next day and we can buy vegetables and we can make it ourselves." I yawned and watched the shop selling hemp on the side of the road is closing. This hemp has been bought for me since I was a child. Their business during the day is very hot, and the long line takes at least ten minutes. This night, there is no one. I jumped over with sleepiness. When the boss’s mobile phone only had 3% battery power, I forced to pay and bought two. Wrap glutinous rice with small twists.
"Xiao Shao Shao, come on, meet up." I gave him a bag, "I will trouble you to take care of it in the future."
"Wow! Miss Sister, you are so nice!" Yu Shao took it happily, and ate one directly, squinting his eyes and boasting that it was delicious. The seller next to him saw it and called Yu Shao before closing. In the past, he grabbed two handfuls of twists and stuffed him in his hands: "If the kids like it, eat more."
Cute and talking children are really pleasing everywhere.
Yu Shao kept boasting the shop owner over there.
I took a look at Li Zhaotong. He was staring at the cat on the roof. I handed him another bag of twists: "This bag is for you."
Li Zhaoyi looked down at me now: "He was given a meeting ceremony, and I was given...protection money?"
"Then you accept it?"
Li Zhao was silent for a moment, raised his hand, and lifted the small twist.
I emphasized: "I have collected protection fees, but I have to take care of it."
The protection fee is charged, but you want to protect me.
He glanced at me, and when Yu Shao ran back over there holding the twist, he only said softly: "Paint your paintings with peace of mind."