Chapter 10: Thief

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Seeing that Zhu Yanchen began to wash away arrogantly, Shu Jun didn't plan to (qiang) pull the other party to explain. Not counting the needle that was just received, this morning was refreshing, and Shu Jun didn't want to think about the stickiness related to erosion for the time being.
The situation is now stable, and it is not too late to ask questions after seeing the situation in the village. Anyway, there were handcuffs locked, and he couldn't run away, and Zhu Yanchen couldn't hide from him. And now he has more questions than those boring setting theories.
Zhu Yanchen extended the chain between the handcuffs and Shu Jun moved freely. He rinsed his mouth and ate (dry gan) food comfortably: "I am an unplanned variable...According to this statement, even without me, you originally planned to slip out of the stronghold?"
Putting a good marshal improperly, single-handedly drilled into the contaminated area. Even if you want to investigate here in a low-key manner, it is not a loss to arrange some support. Shu Jun always felt that this man had other purposes.
This matter is related to his immediate safety-Wan Zhu Yanchen has finished investigating, and the reserve army has followed up. Seeing that the marshal is following a two-legged swamp, it will be difficult for him to handle it. Backward, assuming that Zhu Yanchen can arrange the cut so that his subordinates will not hurt him, Shu Jun also doesn't want more people to know his condition.
He couldn't be more clear about the attitude of the coalition government and players towards the swamp.
"Without you, other mutant beasts will attack me as planned, and I will still be'hijacked'."
Zhu Yanchen took care of his box and closed the box, as if he could see through his thoughts: "Don't worry, your situation will not be spread out. As long as we stay outside for a few more days, the coalition government will change my status. Change'missing' to'(die si) die'."
"Oh, you just tell me directly like this? You are the only one who knows that I have been eroding the marsh, you are not afraid..."
You're not afraid that I changed my mind and (kill sha) kill people?
"Don't be afraid." Zhu Yanchen paused, "Moreover, as far as your current (body shen) body condition is concerned, if you (kill sha) me, you can't live for a few days. The swamp is still with your (body shen) body. Mixing, if no one helps to control it, it will swallow you soon."
The (dry gan) food in Shu Jun's mouth suddenly became dull.
The collaborator can turn his face for the time being, no one wants to offend his own doctor.
"Good point, why do you (gan gan) do a suspended animation?" Shu Jun quickly ended this dangerous topic.
Zhu Yanchen rarely answered him immediately. After silence, he maintained his back to Shujun: "There are many reasons, there is no reason why you need to mind. You are safe, and you know this is enough."
Shu Jun said meaningfully.
Mind is sure to mind, and he minds even more now.
"Extend your hand." Zhu Yanchen cleaned himself up, and took out a wide bracelet-like gadget from his pocket-a wide bracelet is a nicer way of saying, Shu Jun always thinks this thing is more like retro-style shackles.
"One handcuff is enough, really enough." Shu Jun hid his other hand behind his back, "Ayan, let's not get to this step--"
"It's not handcuffs." Zhu Yanchen approached mercilessly. "This is something that can detect your physical condition. I adjusted it last night. It doesn't hurt to wear it on."
Shu Jun was stunned. Thinking about it carefully, this person has never rested since I met Zhu Yanchen. Was he tossing his blood (flesh) for this?
He sighed and held out his wrist honestly.
The iron gray (colored) bracelet snapped automatically, and there was a slight tingling pain in the wrist, which was connected to the soft probe. This thing is much lighter than he thought, at least it will not affect his actions. Look carefully, it is a bit like the role (color) data display device in the "game". On the smooth metal surface, light (colored) characters slowly emerged, completely unobtrusive, at first glance like patterns carved on the metal surface.
[Integration: 19%; Resonance skill level: 7; Vital signs are stable. 】
Confirming that the reading appears, Zhu Yanchen nodded in satisfaction: "Let's go."
Marshal Zhu was very close, even if he had already put on his face mask, Shu Jun could still see the blue and black under his eyes (sleeping Shui). If he wants to completely control himself, Zhu Yanchen can take blood frequently, and then sneak (touch Mo) (touch Mo) in his own hands.
But he did not do so.
Sighing, Shu Jun shook his wrist: "Thanks."
A few seconds later, he added: "Everything is wrong, I will protect you, you... don't be too tight."
Enmity is vindicated, and grace is gracious. Shu Jun has never liked to owe favors. It was only after the words were out that Shu Jun realized that something was wrong. For the other superior, this sentence might be a bit off the line.
He was ready to receive a polite and alienated response, but Zhu Yanchen stopped at the door and answered very solemnly: "I know."
"..." What happened to this person.
After daybreak, this place became more and more ghostly. Deformed people walked slowly in the abandoned corridors, and the mottled walls were sprayed with various words and sentences, and the strokes were so scribbled that they could not be recognized.
Some people still wear gas masks, and some do not wear them anymore, and their faces are so deformed that they can't see the facial features directly (exposed) outside. Some lesions were extremely horrifying, the whole body was deformed, and I had to walk on all fours.
They passed by slowly, as quiet as ghosts, no one stopped to observe the two strangers. Compared to these people, the symptoms of the corpse handler last night were mild.
The constitution of each body is different, and a very small number of people are extremely intolerant to the corrosive constitution, and the purification medicine can not last for too long. Such people will have more terrifying lesions, and they are often difficult to rescue. According to Shu Jun's previous knowledge, these people should have lived in the city and received dying care.
Shu Jun took a breath, even the air here was chilly.
"You are here, I just wanted to call you to eat." Last night the woman hurriedly rushed forward, her face mask was well-dressed, and a pink (color) hairpin was not attached to her hair mask. . She squinted her eyes carefully, and then her eyes fell on the handcuffs of the two of them, and she flinched a little.
With these (shen) people with diseased body weight around him, they are still feared like this, Shu Jun is in a delicate mood.
"We have eaten." Zhu Yanchen's tone was plain.
"Oh, oh." The woman replied a little unexpectedly, "We are still having breakfast here. I'll take you there first."
Leaving the abandoned stronghold building, next to each other are rows of bungalows. She led the two to stand still in front of the bungalow: "Old Wei, Old Wei, I'm here with someone!"
There were a few muddy coughs in the bungalow, right to answer.
After the door opened, Shu Jun politely suppressed the surprised expression on his face.
There was an old man sitting in the chair—this is a more general term. In essence, he saw a nearly half-melted person, covering the entire chair like a candle head that was about to burn out. That (肉rou) body resembles layers of candle tears, hanging softly on the gray wood.
The whole room was filled with decadent cupboards. There was gruel on the table in front of the old man. The urinal was just a few steps away. The whole room had an indescribable smell. The woman bowed to them awkwardly and exited the room first.
Facing the scene in front of him, Zhu Yanchen didn't have much reaction.
"How did you two know here?" The old man opened his mouth, his half-melted mouth like a black hole. "Our village is a small place. If you want to catch rare mutant beasts, there is nothing valuable here."
Zhu Yanchen didn't answer, just looked at him.
"I've heard about Xiaoxi. She recently ran to the corpse disposal site, just to steal the parts from the pile of machines. Anyway, I am here to pay you... our purification machine. It’s almost over, you have seen it too."
This makes sense, Shu Jun thought. The village in the ruins looked shabby, and the villagers did not seem to have much combat power. In such a village full of dying people, what exactly does Zhu Yanchen want to investigate?
"She didn't steal the parts." Zhu Yanchen finally spoke. "She can't even start the purification machine, and can't remove the parts without leaving a trace. Let alone a month, she will trigger a warning the day before. The body handlers are not so easy to get in. Someone here has specially cleared it. (Guanguan) Department."
The old man didn't answer, and there was a gasp in his throat.
"Your people violated the corpse disposal rules, resulting in the death of three soldiers. According to the regulations, this village must be investigated carefully." Zhu Yanchen said again.
Whether it was last night or now, Marshal Zhu was quite sloppy when he threatened others, but it was a pity that he became a wooden fish and made a sound. Not understanding what dumb riddle the two were playing, Shu Jun almost lost his mind.
"What do you want?" the old man finally said.
"See the marsh you raised." Zhu Yanchen's tone became harder. "If you cooperate well, that woman can be responsible for her violations. The marsh here will only be monitored by the military, and things will not be too ugly. Otherwise, the standard process will be followed, and the marsh will be annihilated. Take it back to the city."
"It sounds good." Old Wei laughed again, "It's a pity that people here won't agree."
"That's a pity." Zhu Yanchen's voice didn't mean much regret, "In any case, I can't let you continue to steal the bog from the corpse disposal site."
Steal the marsh? That woman went to the corpse disposal site to steal the marsh?
What is the picture of the nutrient marsh?
Just as Shu Jun wanted to express his doubts, another faint whistle came. This time, the roar of marsh erosion was not as strong as last time (strong qiang). If it was a call with a clear goal last time, this time it was more like talking to yourself.
There is an erosion swamp nearby, which is not large in scale but quite active. Hearing the changes in the howling, it seemed to be moving, and the soles of the shoes were grinding to the ground outside the room.
"Get up from the village, go, go." Old Wei smiled. "We can't give you what you want. Yesterday, your eavesdropping skills are good, so I thought it was not easy. Boy, although I don't know what your background is...it's a pity, you can only die here. ."
Zhu Yanchen raised his hand with a gun, but the target was not the old man, but above them. Shu Jun shot almost at the same time as him. His target was behind them-a mutant beast was blasted off his head, the other was torn open by Shu Jun's throat, and black (colored) blood splashed on the ground.
However, Old Wei still looks confident. More mutant beasts got out of the cupboard, bypassed Old Wei in the flying dust, and pounced on Zhu Yanchen.
"Young people can just toss." Old Wei smiled, "But when you are finished, our swamp will also run away. Boy, or let's calm down. Your goal is gone. With the gun away, we can have a good talk. talk--"
"Shu Jun." Zhu Yanchen ignored him and blasted off the heads of several mutant beasts.
"Ok?"
"Let these mutant beasts be honest."
"?"
"Then stop the swamp and don't run."
"???"
This request is excessive.