Chapter 246 Train Operation

Ordinary spirit + 1.

Fang Zheng looked at the southeast asian girl who had passed out from incontinence in bed.

Hearing what the knight Austen said, Fang Zheng smacked his mouth, "This is really scary."

All the ghosts he had encountered so far were only allowed to come out at night.

The night was overcast and cold.

Some monsters and monsters that could only hide in dark corners could only hide in the darkness to peep at the world.

But now, they can actually meet the ghosts that come out during the day.

Fang Zheng rubbed his chin.

Why did he feel that this was not Blessed Land's opening, but rather like the gates of hell were opened?

Austen, the knight, seemed to see the emotional change in Fang Zheng's eyes and suddenly added, "But you don't have to worry too much. During the day, even if these ghosts appear, their strength will be weakened."

Fang Zheng suddenly felt a little excited, but he still asked a key question: "What exactly is in Blessed Land?"

The knight shook his head, "Any information in Blessed Land is absolutely confidential."

"We only have some outside information."

This Blessed Land is really mysterious.

But Fang Zheng was soon relieved. Otherwise, there wouldn't have been so many countries and powers who would have made such a fuss over a southeast asian Blessed Land.

Everyone wanted it for themselves.

Not long after, Fang Zheng and the knight, Austen, came out of a building on the street and returned to the motorcade on the street.

It turned out that the place where Zhi Zhimin lived was a dense cluster of buildings on the street.

At this time, the motorcade, after discussion, had also re-planned a new retreat route, bypassing the aircraft, and continued on the road.

Five minutes... Three minutes... One minute...

Seven o' clock sharp in the morning! The countdown was over, and at that moment, everyone in the motorcade looked solemn.

However!

The expected bombers, fighter jets, explosions and gunfire did not ring as planned. Apart from the occasional sporadic gunfire, the government forces outside the city did not seem to have launched a major cleanup?

Just as everyone in the motorcade was pleasantly surprised and continued to speed up, suddenly, a flame appeared in the sky, dragging a long tail flame and cruising at the speed of sound.

"Missile! It's a missile attack!"

The motorcade braked to a halt.

But soon, the crowd realized something was wrong, because the missiles in the sky came from spinning, not straight lines or curves.

Knock!

The missile hit a bridge two kilometers away, leaving only a hole, but it didn't explode.

It was only when they got closer that they saw that the missile was only half a section, only the second half of the booster, and the explosive part of the first half was actually the same half of the missile booster.

Each half of the missile's thrusters were naturally combined without any welding marks and had two thrusters at the same time. No wonder they turned into rotating fireworks.

"Well, this is probably the result of the chaos in space, right?" Fang Zheng pointed at the missile on the ground.

He finally understood why the government army had not launched an attack.

He reckoned that the people outside the city were in as much trouble as they were in the city.

I just don't know how serious the situation is.

However, this was to buy more time for their evacuation. This was encouraging news, and the team, which had been in low spirits, immediately resumed their journey.

The road ahead was cut off and the convoy had to change routes again.

Only, a few minutes later...

Fang Zheng, who was leading the way ahead, saw the motorcade enter a one-way road, and saw that the road was getting narrower and narrower, and the buildings on both sides of the road were getting more and more old. He could not help but say, "The map given by the group of overseas chinese is a gao de navigation map, right?"

"How much advertising has gao de paid for navigating the map? Why is the road getting narrower and narrower in reality?"

Fang Zheng muttered as he looked at the dark path with tall buildings on both sides and no sunlight coming in. He had to let the motorcade continue.

In this narrow path, it was not suitable for the motorcade to turn around.

...

The loudest tv commercials, the dimmer lighting, the lack of lights, the tight doors and windows, and the thick curtains.

This is a typical secret room, a closed room.

Because there was no light, the room was completely dark, and the room was very quiet. It seemed that there was no one in the room, only the tv advertisements were turned on at a strange volume.

"Someone seems to be here."

In the quiet, seemingly empty room, a deep, cold old man's voice suddenly sounded.

"Don't worry. What's happening right now is a big deal. I've already made arrangements outside." This time it was a hoarse old man's voice.

Both of them spoke southeast asian.

"Are you sure it's really buried here?"

"I don't think the owner of this house would lie to me. Thirty years ago, the building here collapsed once. He saw the thing that was accidentally dug out with his own eyes. After all, he told me before he died that his whole family's life was still in my hands. And I've also investigated the situation back then. There was once a chinese couple who escaped here."

Under the cover of the tv commercials, there was no movement in the house.

But in the darkness, the smell of blood began to spread.

...

A slightly hurried footstep sounded in a small dark path filled with sewage.

This was a skinny, tanned local man with typical southeast asian signs, about 30 or 40 years old.

The age at which a man of this age should have become a family, and the weight of his family, his wife and children, all of them eating and drinking, should be on one person.

The reality was the same, because on the shoulders of his ragged and dried clothes, he was carrying a bag of about twenty kilograms of rice.

In his bag, he found food from nearby supermarkets for the next three or four days, including baby milk powder, biscuits, instant noodles, pasta, a few boxes of cold medicine and antibiotics... There was a stuffed bear under his armpit.

This man's family situation should be that there is a newborn baby in the family.

There was also an adult or child with a cold and fever.

And a five-to ten-year-old boy who longed for his father to bring back his favorite toys.

Perhaps there were three or at least two children who needed him to raise on this skinny, quiet, and honest father.

The family was waiting at home for the food he found.

At the thought of his family, the man could not help but quicken his steps. Cluck...

Many children's laughter suddenly rang out from the path.

There were seven or eight children, all naked, running up and down the path, one holding the other behind, playing a little train game.

Listening to the laughter of these children, a smile rarely appeared on the man's dull face, which was burdened with the burden of life.

He also had children.

He was the father of three children.

However, when the man saw these children, he had doubts in his eyes.

He remembered all the kids in the neighborhood. Why didn't he remember these kids?

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