I squatted on the ground, waiting for Wei Lao and the others to come over and clean up the mess. Then, the militiamen downstairs also arrived on the roof one after another and began to clean the room. During this time, I did nothing, just sat

I was in a daze on the ground, watching my blood slowly coagulating, watching the night market becoming increasingly blurry.

. Time gave me a good answer, we finally found the girls, and also found Zhang Ying. Fortunately, they were just imprisoned, in the utility room behind the elevator door. When Lao Lan rescued

When they were there, the girls' faces undoubtedly showed no frightened expressions. In their eyes, at least until they confirmed safety, everyone they saw was a devil.

Please, it's all over now, I thought to myself.

"Please, it's all over now!" Mr. Wei patted me on the shoulder again and asked me to go downstairs to rest. I looked at his expression, but I only saw blood on his face, and I didn't see his appearance clearly.

What was he thinking? Will everyone be happy at this time? I don't know, I just hope that the blood on his face is not his. So I stood up and reluctantly walked slowly towards the cold and windy rooftop.

As I walked towards the stairs, I was also supported by Wei Lao to the 17th floor despite the dizziness caused by cerebral congestion.

"Is Zhang Ying okay?" I asked.

Lao Liu was lying on the sofa, his face slightly pale, and he was trying to clean the wound on his leg. At this time, he ignored me and didn't even notice our arrival. Until I saw the wound on his leg, I

He frowned, guessing that it would take a while for his legs to recover.

Wei Lao and Lao Lan looked at the corpses on the ground with disgust. The two of them crossed their hands and didn't know what they were discussing.

Then, I absent-mindedly asked Lao Liu a very boring question: "Are you okay?"

"Fuck..." All I heard was his cursing. Even though he didn't answer my question, I still saw him silently cursing over and over again. For a long time, I watched him suture the wound.

, and after spraying alcohol on it, he endured the severe pain and said to me:

"It couldn't be better..."

"I originally thought you were dead, and that bullet should have been shot at me, but it had eyes," I said. At this time, I was not concerned about his injuries, but about his future choices.

"Damn, man, this is not the result I want. I can't move at all in this situation. I probably won't be able to interact with you in the future!" He looked at his bloody leg with slight disappointment and moved it reluctantly.

, finally gritted his teeth, endured the pain and collapsed on the sofa.

He looked at the ceiling and breathed heavily.

"Maybe you should rest for a while. The burden on us is not that heavy at all." I replied.

"Huh...", he cried out in pain again, twisting his mouth violently. Although the bullet did not hit his torso, it was still fatal. If I hadn't still had medicine in my backpack, my leg would probably have been.

No need. Fortunately, he didn't die, and neither did I.

"You are right, this is not our burden, but you have a higher sense of responsibility than anyone else... Tell me, Old Han, are you doing this for yourself?" He raised his voice slightly, and I knew he was

He was complaining to me. He was complaining that I had dragged him into this fight and that I had made his legs look like this.

"I...I don't know, I just saw these people..."

"These people? Who do you think they are? What did they have to do with you before this? You have no food to eat and no place to live. Do you think they will care about you?" Lao Liu yelled at me angrily, drooling.

Then it sprayed on the ground. Then he added: "I have been shot now. Does anyone care about me? Tell me? They are just out for revenge, because they have lost their relatives and children. What about us? We

Nothing is lost, we can even return home. But I have to follow your wishes and endure your impulses, but I have to take your punishment?"

I stood beside Lao Liu, speechless.

"This is not my choice! Do you understand?" Lao Liu yelled at me angrily, so I subconsciously looked around. Fortunately, everyone was gone. He pointed at me, he pointed at my nose

, foaming from the corner of his mouth, still cursing at me.

Finally, I said, "This is indeed my idea, but I didn't expect..."

"You didn't expect that?" Lao Liu's words interrupted me again, leaving me speechless. I could only look at him timidly. "Do you think doing this is exciting? It will turn you into a little hero that people love?

Fart! You are talking nonsense! If this bullet did not hit me but hit you, who would help you? Ah! I see you don’t even have anyone to help carry the body during the burial!"

"I...I just..."

"Stop looking for reasons to fill in your unrealistic ideas. Please, you will die..." Old Liu looked at me again with disappointment, his eyes showing less confusion, as if I was his child who went astray.

Generally, rotten wood cannot be carved.

…

"Old Liu... let's go..."

In the end, I choked up. Faced with his temper, I could only answer like this.

"Fuck! Old Han! You bastard! You ignorant guy, fuck!" He cursed again and painfully hit the soft sofa with his fist over and over again.

Facing Lao Liu's scolding, I was very disappointed. I didn't think about anything more, and I didn't pay attention to other people. After all, what was I doing? There was no need for me to help these civilians.

I couldn't even help myself. My original intention was to come in with Lao Liu and steal some food, and then we would go home and stay until this matter was over. But what about Lao Lan and Wei Lao? They didn't have much

There are too many behavioral restrictions, and they don’t think too much about themselves. Every move they make depends on the situation, and they always seek personal gain for others. So am I influenced by them? I don’t have any in my bones.

There is no mission at all, and I don’t even have extraordinary talents or abilities. Wandering around in this world will only make my death worse. I just hope to cause less trouble.

No one wants trouble to cover their head, and no one will take the initiative to cause trouble. What's more, I am not a savior. No matter how much I do, it will only be reluctant in the end.

So I dragged Lao Liu and left the building step by step. From the beginning to the end, he was still cursing in my ears. He was cursing his life and me. But it was only because of his leg injury.

He didn't want to get hurt, and neither did I. Just when I stepped towards the door step by step, I discovered that Lao Liu had passed out. His wound must be inflamed, I thought to myself. There might be more or less healing here.

There was some medicine left, but for a man as old as Liu, his legs were bleeding, but no one came to help him.

I looked at this place with disappointment, watching the militiamen packing up the equipment, food and resources on the ground. No one would pay attention to us, let alone Lao Liu. I put him in the community In front of the center's management room, the management room is still locked. I don't even know what this community management is. Right now, I just want to collect resources here as quickly as possible before others get involved.

So I rummaged through the boxes and cabinets to search for the things on the deceased. After searching back and forth for a while, I managed to find a few chocolate bars and some unopened mineral water.

"Medicine...medicine...", I thought this sentence in my mind more than once, and at the same time I tried my best to search the boxes in the community. Some medicine boxes were empty, with only some syringes and needles left. Useless diarrhea medicine.

"Fuck! Damn it!" I don't believe that the medical supplies here can be used up so quickly. Except for band-aids, I really can't find any other useful medicines, let alone antibiotics and anti-inflammatory drugs. Finally, I gasped I squatted beside the empty box out of breath, exhausted both physically and mentally.

"What are you doing?" I heard this sentence coming from behind, but I didn't turn around to answer it. At this time, I no longer paid attention to who and who. I didn't think about anything, but I was exhausted. , so tired...

"Hey, didn't you treat Lao Liu's wound? Hey!"

"Don't bother me anymore. I can't handle it at all. Please, look at what's left here? This place is already a mess. I don't even have time to think. Do you still expect me to save him?"

I could already hear that it was Wei Lao talking, but I was really tired.

"Okay, I just wanted to remind you that there are still some medicines left in the management office..."

"I don't want to hear your jokes...man, I'm not in the mood right now..."

"It's true, have you forgotten that bunch of keys?"

"I forgot," I replied feebly, "I forgot all about it, man, I'm really tired..." After I finished speaking, I closed my eyes gently.

"Well, everything must have a beginning and an end, right..." Wei Lao said as he opened the door. Finally, when I opened my eyes, I saw that he was applying medicine to Lao Liu's wound.

I saw all this, I mean I saw Lao Lan and Wei Lao treating Lao Liu. Then, I sat up and watched them clean Lao Liu's wounds, inject medicine and apply alcohol. and tied a thick layer of gauze. Finally, they repaired Lao Liu's wound and looked at me in a daze with a smile.

Maybe everyone is different. I thought to myself. But I saw a different side from Lao Liu in these two people. Maybe their spirits are nobler than mine and Lao Liu, but I do I was really moved by their actions.
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