Biao Kouba sounds completely in line with Lao Wang’s character, but he really doesn’t remember such a thing!
"I'm starting to lose my memory at such a young age?" Lao Wang muttered while chewing on the meat bones, "This roast is actually quite delicious, but the rabbit meat is too burnt and scratches my teeth."
Jiang Qiaochen unknowingly ate a big melon and was satisfied.
"When I bought it before, I heard from my eldest sister that her chickens and rabbits were raised together. The chickens caught insects and were extra fat, but the rabbits had no soybean feed and could only eat grass. They were extremely thin. The rabbits were indeed fat.
It smells good when you order it.”
"Where are the potatoes?"
Suo Zhihui looked eager for talent. She was not interested in chickens or rabbits, but these extraordinarily soft, glutinous, dense and fragrant potatoes were particularly to her liking.
"Potatoes..." Jiang Qiaochen scratched his head and said, "Oh yes, they are the kind of high mountain small potato seeds that are found in Yunnan, Guizhou and Sichuan. Many people in the base grow them. The potatoes grown at higher altitudes are more fragrant and have a higher starch content. We
With the current altitude and climate, you know, those little potatoes are really interesting. When they are cooked and thrown on the ground, they become a sticky round cake that will not fall apart at all."
The police car, with its lights flashing but no bells on, crossed the base and soon entered Area 9.
There are occasional small single-family buildings in the standard townhouse area. Twenty or thirty police cars have blocked off the entire area where the incident occurred. There are at least five different uniforms and one to two hundred onlookers at the scene, making it noisy.
Zhao Yang was actually there, and he saw Li Cang and others getting off the joint defense team car at a glance: "Okay, you are here too?"
"Well, it just happened to happen," Li Cang asked, "He wants to cause trouble for the country's people?"
Zhao Yang glanced at Jiang Qiaochen and others, shook his head and said: "I'm not sure yet, just a guess. After all, it's hard to say whether it's haunted or not...
This is both the end of the world and the jump point of the walking dead. It’s a complete sci-fi style and if you mix it with supernatural elements, it feels pretty ridiculous anyway.
"Go in," Zhao Yang said with a helpless expression as if he had a toothache, "You have dealt with him Xiangguo more than once or twice. Just give me a look to make sure."
Zhao Yang led four people and Jiang Qiaochen to the outside of a two-story independent building with a courtyard. There were densely packed uniformed staff and a police cordon around the perimeter.
As soon as they entered the yard, they saw four corpses covered with white cloth lying under the big banyan tree in the yard. The corpses were so twisted that they looked like they had been dug out of a fire scene.
Li Cang casually pulled open a corner of the white cloth and couldn't help but be stunned.
The clothes on the corpse were in tatters, the skin was as pale as paper, and the face was completely devoid of blood. However, the eye circles were black and blue, and the lifeless eyes were huge and gaping, staring at Li Cang.
At the same time, Li Cang could even see the blood stains on his eyeballs from ruptured blood vessels...
How can I describe it? There is no trace of iris in this man's eyes. The pupils are directly adjacent to the scarlet-white eyeballs that are stained with watermelon-like stripes due to broken blood vessels. It is very strange.
People are not cats. In theory, no matter how hard they try, their pupils cannot be dilated to this extent. Li Cang has never seen one before.
"What's the cause of death?"
"Cardiac arrest, liver and gallbladder rupture and internal bleeding," Zhao Yang scolded his mother expressionlessly, "In the words of us roughnecks, these people were scared to death..."
"Can people really be scared out of their wits?" Suo Zhihui was shocked, "The last time I heard about this was when the sheep herders in my hometown were attacked by wolves. They dissected a few sheep with no wounds and found that they only had broken gallbladders.
It fell off, and later the stew meat was said to be astringent."
Lao Wang interfaced: "I've heard about this too. At that time, I thought it was someone making nonsense. Isn't this frightening thing supposed to be a description in a novel?"
"The sheep farmer was from my uncle's village. The sheep he helped process were bitter and astringent, and he told me after eating them."
"Good guy..."
Miss Bai Huazi held Master Wang's sleeves tightly, her little one shivering in a cute and pitiful way: "It's so gloomy here, I, I'm a little scared..."
"Aren't you afraid?" Lao Wang comforted him casually, then asked Zhao Yang, "Are these the ones who got into trouble?"
"I'm in the house, Niang Xipi, I shouldn't have come today!" Zhao Yang scolded again, his expression twisted with rage, "Letting me go to the battlefield as a death squad is much more meaningful than this trivial matter, and I don't
Know how to deal with this kind of thing, wipe..."
The two-story building was brightly lit. The originally relatively spacious living room was crowded with twenty or thirty people with gray and frightened faces. Several soldiers guarded the entrance to the basement. There was a corpse lying on the stairs. The soldier
When they saw Zhao Yang coming in, they saluted.
"Another one dies?!"
Zhao Yang subconsciously touched the gun belt at his waist, not because of fear. After all, expecting a military leader of his age and seniority to be afraid would be as outrageous as the sun coming out of bed. The feeling Zhao Yang felt when touching a gun was obviously similar.
Since you can't solve the problem, then solve the person who caused the problem...
Well, it’s true that what happened today was beyond what Zhao Yang could accept, and his worldview was about to collapse.
Besides, isn’t it reasonable for soldiers to have more upright personalities?
A man dressed as an old secretary came forward to report: "Boss, there are three missing. Xiahou Haiwei is picking people from behind. He said that from now on, not only the workers who were in the room originally, but also the workers who entered the room later.
Everyone can't leave until the matter is resolved, that thing will follow people out..."
"Mother!" Zhao Yang said feebly, "I know, keep an eye on those people."
"Li Cang? Suo Zhihui? Er, Lao, Lao Wang??"
"Hey, we were still talking on the way here, isn't it time to meet the real person?"
Song Qiang, Qiao Jiaojiao and Wu Yisong stood there with awkward expressions. They never expected to see Mr. Li Cang on such an occasion.
The three of them and Li Cang were all classmates but not very familiar with each other. Their relationship with Lao Wang was actually better, so Lao Wang didn't bother to exchange pleasantries and just asked blankly: "What's going on?"
Song Qiang glanced at Lao Wang and said nothing. Instead, Wu Yi let go and smiled bitterly.
"We were also blinded. This small building was rented by the three of us and a few friends and elders. We made some woolen daily necessities. There were 30 workers. The basement was a staff dormitory and the back was a workshop. We just moved in.
On the first day of the day, the workers began to say that there was always movement in the basement and there was always movement in the middle of the night."
"At that time, everyone didn't take it seriously, including the workers themselves. Our wages were relatively high, and the workers' mentality was still very good. They didn't want this inexplicable thing to affect their work. However, the workers who heard the news first kept talking.
We couldn't sleep well, so Jiaojiao and I went to the doctor several times. The doctor said it was neurasthenia and asked him to take more vitamins, and then nothing happened until..."
