Right on Target

With this episode, everyone surrounded Su Heting, leaving some distance from Xie Zhenshu. They will go wherever Su Heting goes. After a few steps, Su Heting turned his head and said with a smile, "Why are you all following me? I'll go there."

Everyone looked at his fingers and found that his destination was Xie Zhenshu. They looked at the sky and the ground for a while, but they all stopped in place, which was very embarrassing.

Su Heting went to Xie Zhenshu's side and illuminated the remains of Yasha with a lamp. Yasha's chest and belly were open, and the parts fell all over the floor. The monkey face has long been changed beyond recognition, and the paint has faded, like a big discarded toy.

The cat said: "This is not the design of 3366. It should be the same as the Buddha statue. It is an invention of the main god. Sir, did you feel anything when it grabbed your arm?"

Xie Zhenshu said: "There is a signal of fear."

Jue shook off the raindrops and said, "No wonder I didn't know you just now! It turned out to be because of the fear signal. I know this, and it's hard to deal with."

Su Heting squatted down and checked Yasha's neck. The small lamp gradually returned to its original state, casting a faint light in the night, even his side face could not be seen clearly.

Xie Zhenshu leaned over and asked, "What's wrong?"

Su Heting said: "It's nothing, I just feel that Hephaestus has become a lot smarter."

This isn't the first time he's said that.

Jue said: "It has always been very smart."

Su Heting gave a "hmm" and said, "Indeed, otherwise we wouldn't be able to make chips, but..."

He did not continue.

Jue said, "Your little lamp has dimmed again!"

Su Heting didn't care, said: "It's okay, it won't go out. Sir, can this box be taken out?"

What he was talking about was Yaksha's ammunition box, so Xie Zhenshu would certainly do it.

This ammunition box was about four meters high, and its four corners were covered with special metal. After experiencing that kind of beating, it was not damaged.

Jue leaned out of the canopy, looked around the ammunition box, and said, "It's full."

Su Heting said: "Open it and try."

It was big and heavy, and it attracted the attention of survivors and stitchers alike. In the anticipation of everyone, Jue stretched out the rhizome and climbed up the ammunition box. The blue virus and the green data collided, creating layers of gradient colors. After about five minutes, the green data faded and the box opened.

The leader stretched his neck long, and was the first to shout: "Ah, it's empty!"

Jue said, "Strange, it was obviously full when I checked."

The box had just been dented deeply in the sand, and it was so heavy that anyone who looked at it thought it was full.

Everyone ignored the fear and gathered around. A splicing person refused to give up, poked his head in, looked around carefully, and said: "It is indeed empty, there is not even a hair, it is evil."

A survivor said: "Could it be the same as the kid, it's all a blindfold?"

Another said: "No, it must be useful for this monster to carry it."

Everyone walked around the box, and when they came to Xie Zhenshu, they all stopped, one by two squeezed into a row, and turned back neatly, so it didn't matter who was the stitcher and who was the survivor.

Xie Zhenshu didn't pay attention to them. He touched the bottom of the ammunition box, where there was a sinking device that could supply Yasha with supplies. This suggests that there was indeed something in the box before they opened it.

Su Heting said: "It's nothing to be happy about, it seems that the Lord God didn't intend to give us the opportunity to use the weapons of the gods and demons."

Xie Zhenshu said: "They are impeccable in this regard."

Su Heting had no choice but to give up. He looked at the night sky and said, "It will rain as soon as the **** comes. This is a traffic signal. If you hear the sound of rain in the future, everyone should be careful."

Everyone should.

Since there is no gain, it is useless to stay here. Jue found a place where the blue virus gathered and took everyone there. Although the place was not far away, the wind was strong in the sand, and everyone walked extremely hard. In order to prevent anyone from falling behind, Su Heting carried a lamp and fell behind, walking alongside Xie Zhenshu. After about an hour, they reached their destination.

The wind was blowing sand, and everyone got closer to see the place clearly. A stitcher covered his prison uniform and looked back against the wind: "Sir, Mr. Cat, this is also a wasteland!"

Although they are afraid of thanking the pillow book, they don't really want to show it too much, because the place is dangerous, and they have to rely on the thanking pillow book to save their lives when encountering monsters. Helplessly, Xie Zhenshu seldom answered along the way, they were afraid of offending Xie Zhenshu, so they all showed their affection to Su Heting. Su Heting didn't introduce himself, so they followed the leader and called Mr. Cat.

Su Heting said: "That's right, not only is this a wasteland, but it's still a wasteland if you go any further."

Perhaps it was because of the rain just now that the people in thin clothes were shivering in the strong wind. A survivor rubbed his arms and chattered his teeth: "Mr. Cat, it's too cold. If it keeps blowing like this, everyone may not live until dawn."

They are no more than splicing people, they have not been transformed, and their bodies are thin and weak. It is really unbearable to let the wind blow like this now.

Su Heting noticed that the temperature had dropped a lot, and was about to use a small lamp to start the fire, but the black debris rushed out first, bypassing him, and built a simple safe haven. Everyone hurriedly thanked Xie Zhenshu.

Jue stood in the middle, opened the branches and leaves, and grew a little. The wilted little flower gradually wakes up, and it smells sweet again. It took a long breath and said, "I want to sleep and sort out the data..."

As soon as the voice fell, it stopped moving. The small tree stands in a safe haven, and the flowers and leaves are covered with a layer of hazy silver light, which is the consciousness inhabiting it.

Although we were exhausted all the way tonight, everyone did not feel sleepy. Everyone was guarding under the Jue tree, or sitting cross-legged near Su Heting and Xie Zhenshu, all with their eyes open. After a moment of silence, a stitcher said: "Thanks to the officer and Mr. Mao tonight, I will give these noodles to you two."

He took out a few lunch boxes from his arms, pushed them in front of the two of them, and showed his kindness courteously. The splicing person next to him echoed: "Yes, it should be given to the two of you. Just for this life-saving grace, let alone these few noodles, all future food should be distributed by the two of you."

Strange to say, before leaving the hall, the splicing people not only divide the camp, but also exclude dissidents. Now they are flattering Su Heting and Xie Zhenshu, so disgusting. In the end, the proposal of the face-offer: "In my opinion, let the chief and Mr. Cat be the bosses, and everyone will listen to them."

Another person said: "It makes sense. Although we have few people, we still have to follow the rules. If there are rules, we will not mess up. No matter what other people think, anyway, I am the most convinced by the officer and Mr. Mao."

These words are like a touchstone, making them scramble to say "I am also convinced" and "I am the most convinced", as if it is enough for a few of them to be convinced, and others just follow them and follow the arrangement.

016 sat against the wall. He didn't agree or object at first, but after listening for a while, he saw that these people's words became more and more disgusting, so he asked the leader coldly: "How many people are there here?"

The leader said: "Including Mr. Mao and the officer, there are a total of twenty-two people, the same as in the hall."

016 said: "Really? I thought there were only a few, so let's talk, let's talk endlessly, it's so noisy!"

The leader said: "They only talk so much in the hall, which shows that they like to talk. The old gods said to be tolerant to others, and the safe haven is not your private place. Let others talk if they like to talk. Why are you angry?"

016 braced his knees and said, "I don't care if they talk nonsense, but if they dare to speak for me, of course I will get angry."

A stitcher turned around with a grim expression: "Okay! 016, what you mean is that you disapprove of Mr. Cat and the officer. How about you? You want to be the boss yourself?"

016 said: "Fuck you, who cares about being a **** boss, I just annoy you for not treating other people as human beings."

Splicing humanity: "Why don't we treat other people as human beings? Letting Mr. Mao and the officer be the boss is what everyone expects. Can you ask who is against it?"

The survivors bowed their heads in silence. They were next to each other, like a group of stray dogs sheltering from the rain. 016's eyes ran over them, and no one looked at him.

Another stitcher said: "When you were in the hall, everyone asked you to go out and have a look, but you tried every means to shirk it. Now that everyone is obeying Mr. Cat and the officer, you are obstructing it in every possible way. You are red-eyed!"

Another person said: "If you say that you don't treat others as human beings, how can anyone present be better than you 016? Everyone, did he say that at the time, 'Whoever wants to take care of them, let them all die'. Hey, I But there is no embellishment, these are his exact words. 016, what do you deserve compared to the officer and Mr. Cat?"

"We are all convinced, but you are not convinced, haha! What are you thinking, do you think everyone doesn't understand?"

"I'm surprised, what do you object to when we say something. Here you change the most parts, even your heart. 016, you are probably not an undercover agent!"

"No wonder, no wonder he was so excited, let everyone die for a while, and forbade the officer and Mr. Cat to be the boss for a while, so he was an undercover agent! 016, you are the dog's leg of the main god, do you have any **** conscience?"

"I have long wanted to say that when he fights in the Colosseum, everyone else will die, but he can't die. Not only can't he die, but every scene can be transformed. Once a part is broken, he will be replaced by a robot immediately. Okay, okay Ah, now the truth is clear, how can there be a traitor like you among human beings?"

016 was furious, and said, "Fuck you! You **** spouts, I fight in the Colosseum, relying on real skills!"

No one at the scene has seen him fight in the Colosseum, and no one needs to watch it. They say he is an undercover agent, and he is an undercover agent. He, like those lunch boxes, is a tribute that was sent out. These people are afraid of Xie Zhenshu, not only afraid of the power of Xie Zhenshu, but also afraid of being kicked out of the group by this power, so they want to find a heretic and break up with the heretic to prove their loyalty to the power.

They spit all over the place, and the more they talked, the more excited they got, and finally stood up, wanting to drag 016 out to apologize. Seeing that there was going to be chaos, the safe haven suddenly sank, and within two seconds, all the people who stood up were suppressed, and everyone fell silent immediately.

There was a gust of wind outside, no one read Xie Zhenshu, and was reinstalling the handle of the small lamp for Su Heting. He opened the iron buckle and closed it again, without looking up.

Inexplicably, everyone sat back and was very quiet.