The sky outside the window was gloomy and gray, and the night gradually fell.

Zhang Lin held his hands, held a grass stem in his mouth, leaned against the wall, staring at the dark clouds with a melancholy and deep gaze.

Lin Siwen's bold personality is obviously the opposite of his name. He lay on the sofa, looked at Zhang Lin with disdain, and said contemptuously: "Stop looking, you can't get out even if you look at it."

This is a small building near the east of the city. The sign on the facade says "District Elderly Activity Center", but the interior decoration is an absolute health massage room. There is also a hidden passage next to it and the sauna on the ground floor. The glass door is surrounded by a water sign, with prices such as oil, massage, and special services. Toward both sides of the outside door panel, there are several red painted words "Health Entertainment, Gambling prohibited".

The room is very big. In addition to Zhang Lin and Lin Siwen, there are more than a dozen other people locked up, all of whom are survivors scattered in the city.

There was someone guarding the door. Those people were fully armed, but they were not wearing military uniforms. They were wearing blue and white badges with the variant "Sheng Fei" on their chests.

It has been two days since I was caught.

Zhang Lin spit out the grass stems, took out a small handful of melon seeds from his top pocket, and held them flat in his palm. He picked up one and put them into his mouth, and his voice was crispy, and the melon seed skin and saliva flew in the air together.

"I'm not as stupid as you."

Zhang Lin curled his lips and thrust an empty melon seed in his hand towards Lin Siwen, revealing a big yellow teeth. He said happily: "There are food and accommodation here, and there are people who are helping to stand guard outside. He just wants to run away because he is stupid."

Lin Siwen immediately widened his eyes: "Then what are you looking outside? Are you betrayal outside? Or is there any resentful woman summoning you?"

Zhang Lin gently rubbed his cramped belly, his voice mixed with some anticipation: "I'm hungry and want to see what dishes to eat tonight."

This sentence surprised Lin Siwen. He first smiled sarcastically, then his expression quickly cooled down and he fell into silence.

"Actually, the fried potato you made is good."

After a few seconds, Lin Siwen spoke quietly: "At that time, I chased you every day and took you in the stall several times."

Zhang Lin corrected: "I collected four times in total and kicked over once."

"I don't want that either. But your dog is born with a naughty man. If you ask you to close the stall, you don't want to operate without a license, you don't have a sanitation license, and you also place it at intersections that hinder the city appearance and hinder traffic. I can only do it myself."

"You set up a small stall just to eat. You just have to be unable to get along with me all day."

"Bad, which stall is as arrogant as you? I am at the gate of the exhibition center every day. Who do I do not do it? And when you set up a stall, you will make a lot of garbage and sewage, and there are dirty lunch boxes and old bamboo sticks everywhere. The most hateful thing is that you don't even have a health certificate, and you are still a carrier of hepatitis B."

“There are many people there, it’s easy to sell.”

"There are more people in the Tiananmen Square in Beijing, the White House and the French Eiffel Tower. Why don't you go there to sell it? You can also charge US dollars and francs."

"If I know foreign languages, can I still argue with a dog like you who bites people without using teeth? Try it."

"I'll fuck your mother and you're so damn good. Say it again."

"Why haven't you eaten yet? I'm almost starving to death."

When fighting verbal battles, Lin Siwen is obviously not Zhang Lin's opponent.

In terms of fist, Zhang Lin is definitely at the disadvantage of Lin Siwen.

Before the virus broke out, the two of them were playing games of chasing and hiding almost every day.

Zhang Lin is a hawker who set up a fried potato stall.

Lin Siwen is an urban management officer.

There is no possibility of reconciliation between the two people.

Judging from the physical aspects, Zhang Lin is obviously not Lin Siwen's opponent.

Therefore, whenever verbal conflicts are intensified to the strongest and may turn into violent conflicts at any time, he always shuts his mouth very smartly, or simply changes the topic and talks about it. He gives Lin Siwen a little bit of face and can make a good ending.

A small person has the wisdom of a small person.

Of course, to outsiders, this kind of calculation is not worth mentioning at all, it is just a cleverness at best.

"Squeak"

The door was pushed open from outside, and a tall man holding a gun in his hands and wearing the "Sheng Fei" badge on his chest came in.

He glanced coldly at the prisoner locked up in the house and said in a stereotyped voice: "Everything comes out. The old rules are in line to get food.

Downstairs, there is a playground with a small area.

Several trucks were parked near the gate, with fully armed guards standing on the roof and roof. They paced back and forth, keeping their guns ready to shoot at any time.

No one could escape from here. Yesterday, a woman wanted to throw out the door while she was distributing food and was caught back by the vigilant guarding nearby. They were quick to move and react quickly.

No one knows how that woman was going on later.

However, on the small building behind the house, you can hear moans and begging all night. The sound is very low, and there are many men laughing wildly unscrupulously.

The prisoners lined up in a long line, with Zhang Lin and Lin Siwen following behind. The group slowly walked towards the closest truck with more than a dozen muzzles.

The waterproof tarp on the back of the truck was lifted up, and a strong man in a black leather jacket stood in the car.

He held a cigarette in his mouth, rolled his cuffs high, and his thick arms were covered with tattoos and hairs. The strong man looked down at the prisoners lined up in a long line, took off the cigarette butts that were almost finished smoking, pinched them at his fingertips and popped them out, drawing a bright arc against the dim twilight background.

"Everyone has it, in order"

There is intimidation in the words, but no one pays attention to them.

Each pair of eyes was focused on the food that the strong man took out of the carriage and distributed.

As Zhang Lin said before: "I only care about what dishes to eat tonight?"

Each person has two steamed buns, a bottle of water, and a piece of pickled vegetables.

The steamed buns are mixed with corn flour and sorghum noodles. The color is between yellow and black, and it is a bit hard and not considered unpalatable.

The bottles containing water have some varied colors and everything. Judging from the remaining packaging, there are "Nongfu Spring", "Wahaha", "Lebai", and some messy brands that have never been heard of. The water is a little yellow, and you can see mud and sand at the bottom of the bottle. Obviously, it should have been made from a nearby river.

I don’t know when this thing was made with pickled radish. The color was black and the salt was too salty. Each person was only a small piece of fingernails, but it was enough to finish the two steamed buns in his hand.

No, every meal should be similar to this.

It’s either steamed buns or pancakes, or steamed buns or something like that.

Very dry, very hard, and it doesn't taste much.

A large group of people squatted on the ground and started eating.

Through the wall, you can vaguely hear shouts like distributing food.

It seems that there are more than these people who are detained here.

Zhang Lin tried hard to chew the steamed buns, and from time to time he raised his head to look at an old man squatting five or six meters away.

He knew that man, just like Zhang Lin, and the old man was also a survivor in the city. He had seen him when he was looking for food, but he never said hello.

Everyone is guarding against each other, and the old plot of snatching food and killing people is staged almost every day. There is usually no intersection between strangers. Seeing people is similar to seeing dogs, they are almost intimidating with weapons such as sticks and knives, while speeding up and leaving immediately.

"Swoosh"

A gust of wind passed by, and Zhang Lin felt his eyes blurred, and then he was extremely shocked and furious to find that a steamed bun in his hand disappeared. He turned around and saw that Lin Siwen was chewing the things that originally belonged to him.

The two steamed buns obviously could not satisfy Lin Siwen's overly strong appetite.

This despicable and shameless black-hearted urban management officer is simply the despicable bastard in the world. Not only did he steal my steamed bun, he also broke the steamed bun in half in front of everyone, and quickly spitted some saliva on the surface of the steamed bun, and then began to eat proudly.

Even if I grab it, I can't eat it.

Zhang Lin and Lin Siwen stayed for a while. He knew that this guy's mouth was even more stinky than a cesspool. It was difficult to get water. He often didn't brush his teeth. Not to mention saliva, he felt disgusting just by imagining the thick yellow dirt on his teeth.

The overwhelming anger instantly filled Zhang Lin's body.

He stood up "swoosh", bared his teeth like a wild beast, stared at Lin Siwen fiercely, clenched his fists. His violent anger made his face red, and even his hair was upright.

The people next to them dodged away, looking at the man with fear and expectation, and at the same time fantasized about bloody and violent scenes such as the fight between living people in ancient Rome.

The atmosphere on the playground became tense instantly. Even the strong man standing on the truck distributing food, as well as the alerters near the rooftop, turned their eyes to this side and looked at it with interest.

There is no entertainment in normal times, watching people fight can barely be considered as a pastime.

Very exciting

Very exciting

Very satisfying

Everyone is not optimistic about Zhang Lin being too short and too thin. Compared with Lin Siwen, he is simply an ant who wants to rape his mother elephant.

However, there is no absolute in the world.

Small people who are blinded by anger and hatred often burst into shocking combat power.

Just like Xi Yangyang and Big Big Wolf, many people think that Xiao Huihui actually looks like Xi Yangyang.

Why does Hongtaro smash his husband with a pan every day?

That poor guy worked hard to catch sheep and raise his wife and son, and was beaten. He really couldn't find a better explanation except for having an affair.

Zhang Lin roared.

He successfully aroused Lin Siwen's anger.

The urban management officer who was snatching food put the unfinished steamed buns into his pocket, walked forward a few steps, rolled up his sleeves, and kept holding each other's finger joints, making a crisp "crackling" sound.

When fighting, Lin Siwen has never been afraid of anyone. His burly and tall physique determines that he has almost no opponents.

"You damn bastard, I'll fuck you, your mom, you're a terrible pussy"

After cursing this sentence with a serious tone, Zhang Lin suddenly flashed and jumped away without waiting for Lin Siwen to react at a speed that was not inferior to a rabbit.
To be continued...