Chapter 22 Blood


Chapter 22 Blood

Lu Bai didn't answer, and flattened a corner of the quilt.

Seeing this, Fatty Gao twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "Are you pretending to be stupid with me?"

Lu Bai shook his head: "I just think this place is good."

"As a temporary settlement, this level can satisfy most people."

The tall fat man turned his head and motioned to his younger brother to close the curtain of the tent.

Lu Bai acted as if he didn't see this and moved his fingers: "In that case, why not just stay here?"

Hearing this, Fatty Gao became very angry.

"If I don't... eh, shit!"

As soon as he said the provocative words, he saw Lu Bai take out a shell gun from his arms.

Lu Bai put the muzzle of the gun on the tall fat man's head and opened the safety of the rifle with his thumb: "Do you want to guess whether there are bullets in my gun?"

Fatty Gao froze on the spot and broke into a cold sweat.

He swallowed hard and showed an ugly smile: "Little brother, don't be nervous, I'm just joking with you... Don't shake your hands."

Lu Bai stared at him with a smile.

After all, there was a gun on his forehead, so Fatty Gao resolutely surrendered: "Ahem, if you don't like it, we won't make trouble with you."

With that said, he carefully retreated to his own bed.

Lu Bai didn't bother to pursue it and put the shell gun back into his pocket.

It is worth mentioning that although the inspection in front of the gate is only to confirm whether there are bite marks on the body.

But for the sake of safety, Lu Bai only chose to bring a shell gun in, and he buried the Eight-sided Han Sword beside the highway.

Now that he had solved this trouble with the shell gun, he couldn't help but feel that he was really foresighted.

To put it bluntly, Fatty Gao is just an ordinary gangster. Even if he is stronger, he is just like that in front of Lu Bai.

But if you really want to take action, making too much noise will be troublesome.

No matter how eye-catching it is to carry a sword on your back anytime and anywhere, judging from the effect on ordinary people, the deterrent effect of firearms is obviously much stronger than that of a cold weapon.

Lu Bai smiled meaninglessly, then lay back on the bed.

He put his hands behind his head and closed his eyes, looking as if he was asleep.

Absolutely no one in the tent at this moment would check whether he slept or not.

Fatty Gao and others gathered together and even lowered their voices unconsciously. Naturally, they had no intention of bullying Cui Qing anymore.

Of course, Lu Bai did not sleep. He was checking the system panel.

As expected, the location information of the Death Fighters released by the system has not been updated yet.

He noticed that since the third announcement, the time interval between the system publishing positioning information has gradually lengthened.

At first, it was announced every two hours, and gradually it became four hours, eight hours, and sixteen hours.

Up to now, more than ten hours have passed since the last positioning information was released, and there is still no movement in the system.

It is precisely because of this that his efficiency in "hunting" Death Fighters these past few days has been unbearable.

Does the interval gradually double?
Lu Bai thought for a while and exited the system panel.

After all, he is still ranked first, so he is not in a hurry.

Referring to others, he estimated that the efficiency of other Death Fighters would not be too high.

There are no entertainment facilities in the resettlement site. In this environment, it always feels like time has been slowed down.

"...the more you interact with others and yourself, the way of heaven is to benefit without harm. The way of the saint is to do things without fighting."

After Lu Baimo recited it more than thirty times, the sky finally turned dark.

During this period, Fatty Gao and others were very discerning and helped him get a meal. Lu Bai had nothing to say except praising them for being sensible.

As for Cui Qing, she curled up on the bed all afternoon, trying to please Lu Bai without any utilitarian purpose, and she had no intention of easing the relationship with Fatty Gao and others. Lu Bai also had some leisure time and did not resist this status quo.

"Notice, no traffic will be allowed in ten minutes..."

The radio sound came from outside the tent again, and the chatting crowd outside the tent quickly dispersed.

It was very different from the process at noon, with medical staff wearing protective suits coming and leaving.

The difference is that this time the closure will last until 8am the next morning.

After all, they were sitting in the tent with nothing to do. Fatty Gao and the others chatted for a while and then fell asleep.

As time passed, the settlement area gradually became quiet, leaving only the low-volume radio broadcast outside still playing in a loop.

Lu Bai originally planned to take advantage of the darkness, but unfortunately the plan could not keep up with the change.

The system has not released the location information of the Death Fighter for a long time. Even if he wants to take action, he doesn't know where to look for the target.

He just lay on the bed, enveloped by the pungent smell of disinfectant, and fell asleep in a daze.

I don’t know exactly how long I slept.

suddenly,

Lu Bai suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes full of vigilance.

He smelled a strong smell of blood that even the smell of disinfectant could hardly cover up.

Resisting the urge to stand up on the spot, he calmly scanned the situation inside the tent.

Everyone else in the tent seemed to be sleeping soundly, and the tall fat man was snoring rhythmically.

Where did the smell of blood come from? next door?

Lu Bai hesitated for a moment and restrained the idea of ​​going over to take a look.

In any case, the Death Fighters were still flesh and blood, and it was impossible to confront an organized army head-on.

Entering this temporary shelter means that the gameplay has changed. The prerequisite for "hunting" the Death Fighter is not to expose yourself.

Considering that the murderer may not still be in the tent next door, in order to avoid appearing at the crime scene and being regarded as the murderer, Lu Bai simply did nothing. He would know after dawn anyway.

With this idea in mind, Lu Bai lay quietly on the bed and did not fall asleep again.

He was not kept waiting too long.

Before dawn, the situation in the tent next door was discovered by a patrolling soldier. Not long after, dense footsteps appeared outside the tent.

Lu Bai closed his eyes, relying on his hearing that was far beyond ordinary people, and listened quietly to the movement outside.

"Depend on!"

"Hiss~"

Someone gasped.

"Wori, what on earth is going on?"

"It's not like someone deliberately spilled uncoagulated blood on the bed."

Some people are still in the mood to tease.

"Why can't it solidify?"

"Stop taking it as a compliment and quickly figure out what's going on." A calm voice interrupted the conversation without giving any face.

Tick-tick~tick-tick~
It sounded like some kind of liquid was being wrung out of the fabric.

"Company Commander, there are no traces of handprints or footprints left in the tent. Although I haven't measured it yet, I estimate that if you add up all the places in the tent, you can probably collect a few dozen kilograms of blood, which is enough for a bath." ." Someone was speechless while reporting the situation.

"Stop being poor!"

The voice still sounded as calm as ever: "In other words, the health of six people is here?"

(End of chapter)

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