Even if you are separated from your original living environment, you will still have a strong curiosity about these people with mysterious identities.
And this old man...
Zhong Li looked at him.
It doesn’t look like he’s about to run into third grade at all.
Looking at him with inquiring eyes, the old man felt a little weak and his legs became weak.
"You...what do you want to do?" he said tremblingly.
Zhong Li turned her gaze to her surroundings. Such a harsh environment always reminded her of the period when she was doing missions.
"Take him away first and then talk."
Living in this body, her self-control has obviously deteriorated, and memories of her past life have flooded into her mind.
Scenes from her past life unfolded to the fullest, and she could even clearly recall the struggles and screams of those people before they died...
This feeling makes Zhong Li feel mentally broken.
The old man's pupils are enlarged, and his old face is extremely frightened.
Regardless of the disparity in strength, he retreated crazily.
"What do you want to do?"
Feng Qi had a tough attitude and didn't let him move at all. However, he was extremely irritated by his resistance and knocked him unconscious.
Looking up and meeting Zhong Li's slightly dull gaze, Feng Qi spread his hands with an innocent look on his face.
"What's wrong? I started very lightly."
Zhong Li glanced at the unconscious old man on the ground and said nothing.
Feng Qi strikes carefully and nothing will happen.
"Then you carry him."
Feng Qi worked hard and held the old man on his shoulders, complaining: "Which time was it not me who did the hard work?"
Zhong Li's expression was indifferent. She turned on the light of her mobile phone and walked in front. After thinking for a while, she said quietly: "It easily reminds me of dead people."
She hates corpses, especially the rotten smell they emit, which has lost its vitality and leaves only a depressing air of death.
……
Feng Qi threw the old man into the back seat of the car and took Zhong Li back to his apartment.
When he came in, Zhong Li took a look carefully. The security measures in this community are extremely high.
It seems that what happened in his previous life left a big shadow on him.
In the past, he looked down upon the security personnel because they were not as skilled as him, and sometimes there were even no cameras in the place where he lived.
In order not to attract attention, Feng Qi took one of the old man's arms and put it on his shoulder, then helped him take the elevator upstairs.
Putting the person on the sofa, Feng Qi was a little worried.
"How to wake up this old man."
Zhong Li looked at the interior decoration, which was mainly composed of cold colors, simply furnished furniture, and electronic products everywhere, all of which were his style.
She said casually: "Aren't you very gentle? Why hasn't he woke up yet?"
Feng Qi: "Maybe it's because his body is weak and he can't bear it."
Zhong Li glanced at Feng Qi but did not expose him.
"Are there any needles?"
As soon as she said it, she regretted it.
How can a person who has never used any knives in the kitchen have needles at home?
Sure enough, Feng Qi looked troubled and asked her sincerely: "Can toothpicks work?"
I'm too lazy to go out, so I always order takeout when I eat. I don't throw away the useless toothpicks. There should be a few left.
Zhong Li: "..."
She pinched her eyebrows and complained from the bottom of her heart: "What you really want from yourself is to live. Your life is too rough."
The only purpose of this home is to shelter from wind and rain.
For other things, he can find a place at will.
The requirements are not high, as long as there is WiFi.
Feng Qi touched his nose guiltily, but still asked her persistently.