Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 9: Eve

Fujiang poured water into the pot. We found no drinks, only empty bottles. However, the water pipes of this building were not cut off, and empty bottles were filled with tap water. Although I am worried that the water source is not clean, it should be drunk if it is boiled.

　　 While waiting, Tomoe continued to do her hand crossbow. I was okay and took out the pistol. I never mentioned to Fu Jiang that I had a pistol before. I didn't deliberately want to conceal it. It was just that I had forgotten it during that time.

　　 To be honest, when cleaning up zombies, I don’t think a pistol will be more handy than an axe, and there are only six bullets.

　　 "Ha, revolver." Fu Jiang glanced around and said with a grin, without any intention of taking it over.

　　 "There are six bullets for you." I said.

　　 "I would rather have your axe."

　　 "That won't work."

　　 "Really." She raised her head and stared at me, "I am better at using an axe than you, don't you think you are more suitable for shooting?"

　　 "I don't think." I said flatly.

　　 "Why? Men like shooting. They are natural shooters." She raised her tail, like a speaker.

　　 "I only fired ten shots during military training. It is still an outdated rifle... I think you are better at it than me."

　　 "Listen, A Chuan." She called me A Chuan. It sounded weird and intimate, but it wasn't exactly that. It’s just that no one has ever called me that. Even the best classmates and the parents who raised me all call me "Gaochuan".

　　 Gaochuan, a very random sense of distance.

　　 "With a pistol, as long as you pull the trigger, it can pose a threat, but the power of the axe depends on the level of the user."

　　 "My level is good, I killed the ghost dog."

　　"But I use it better. Whether it is you or me, the power of the pistol has not changed much. Shouldn't it be distributed reasonably at this time in order to form a greater combat power?"

　　 Fujiang looked at me with Chen Ken's eyes. After a while, I handed her the axe, and then put the pistol back to my waist.

　　 Tomie grabbed the axe and laughed happily as if a child got his favorite toy.

　　 "Thank you."

　　 suddenly wanted to smoke, so he took out the cigarette pack. Suddenly I realized that there is more than me here. I have never smoked in front of others, but it is unnatural to take out the cigarettes and take them back. Fu Jiang noticed my movement and narrowed his eyes.

　　"Cigarettes? I know, all the top students are deceptive, right?"

　　 "No. Probably. My studies are very good. I was ranked ten before the school and entered the finals of the Olympiad." I pleaded embarrassingly: "Uh...I also published articles in magazines and newspapers, and an annual scholarship. I have my part."

　　 Tomie's expression "I saw you through you early" on his face.

　　 "My classmates don't know, right?"

　　"...There are some."

　　 "But there is no report, so, are some bad students?" She stared at me as if to see from my face: "I don't know who else smokes? Teacher? Friends? Relatives? Parents? ...Ah, you deceived everyone, you big liar."

　　 "No... uh, I just don't want them to know that I smoke." I dryly continued to argue: "You know, this is personal privacy."

　　 "You are... you are really not straightforward."

　　 is that you are too straightforward.

　　 "Well, I am such a person." I gave up and lifted the cigarette: "Can you smoke?"

　　 "Give me one." She replied surprisingly. Taking the cigarette, he said: "Camel? Yes, I like this brand."

　　 I smiled meaninglessly.

　　 We lighted a cigarette on the fire of the gas stove, and the two of them swallowed the clouds together, waiting for the water to boil.

　　 The water in the pot boiled for a while before we poured it into the noodle cup. After being bored for five minutes, he gobbled it up. Fu Jiang was probably extremely hungry too, making noodle-sucking noises without a ladylike demeanor, and he didn't blush at all. Maybe she didn't care about it at all. I usually eat the same cup noodles, but it has never been so delicious.

During 　　, I talked to her about the missing senior who was found but lost his memory in my school.

　　 "Some people have disappeared and never come back, and some come back but have amnesia. This is a noteworthy problem." I said.

　　 "If they all get to this place..." Fu Jiang shook his head and did not continue.

　　 "The reason for not being able to go back is probably because of death or failure to find the right way. In the case of amnesia, it is probably because we found the right way, but something happened, maybe they don't want us to go back with our memories." I analyzed. .

　　 "Why? Who are they? Don't you say that we should be brave men who save the world? How can we do it without memory?"

　　 "I don't know." I said, "But I want to try it."

　　 "What?"

　　"Record the memory. Write a diary in a notebook or computer, and then take it out."

　　 Speaking of this, I took out the notebook I had prepared in advance and shook it in front of her.

　　 She stayed for two or three seconds and nodded.

　　 "Just do that."

　　 So I started to write a diary, I went to the old school toilet, and recorded everything that happened so far. Originally, I only intended to describe it briefly, but it was probably time-rich. Because this experience was also impressive, it gradually turned into a concise description like a novel. Moods, thoughts, and guesses, whether subjective or objective, are all contained in it.

　　 For a while, I thought I was copying my soul on paper.

　　 Maybe I have the potential to become a novelist. However, after I finished writing, I read it again and felt that it was far from what I felt when I wrote the pen. It makes people feel suspicious of "Is this what I want to write?"

　　 No wonder many authors tear up the manuscript immediately after they have written it. I think I understand their feelings a little bit.

　　 When I raised my head, Fu Jiang didn't know when he looked down behind his back. I quickly covered the paper with my arm, a little shy.

　　 "Don't stand in the way, well written." She said with a smile.

　　 I can't tell the good and evil of this smile, but I feel very embarrassed.

　　 "You have to read it, write it yourself." He replied.

　　 "That's boring, and I've never written a diary or a story." Tomoe suddenly suggested with interest: "How about putting it to the publishing house after I go back? It looks like a fantasy story anyway, and it can sell for a lot of money. Maybe he will be a well-known writer in the future."

　　 "Are you talking and laughing?"

　　 "Of course not, but I'm serious, you have to write me more brilliantly."

　　"What does my diary have to do with you?"

　　 "I'm the heroine." When Tomoe said that, he didn't even blush at all.

　　 I didn't want to get entangled in this topic, so I asked her how the crossbow was doing.

　　 "It's done." Fu Jiang took the simple hand crossbow from where he was sitting.

　　 It’s better to say it’s a hand crossbow. It’s two feet long and looks a bit like a rifle with an arc. The skeleton is made of wood. It has a trigger, front sight and shoulder rest. The bow string is made of rubber. The mixture with some silk thread is very tight. If you don't have enough strength to wind it, you can use the same homemade lever winder.

　　 Crossbow arrows have also made six, roughly the wooden slats are cut into a semicircle, a shallow groove is cut on the flat side, the front part is sharpened, and the counterweight is put on.

　　 looks very lethal, but I don’t know how effective it is.

　　 Fu Jiang Jie walked to the window, slightly lifted a corner of the heavy dark blue curtain, glanced outwards, and then beckoned me to pass.

　　 I carried the crossbow and came to her. She took the crossbow and silently clicked on a female zombie wandering outside the big iron gate. I understood what she meant, and opened a gap in the glass window through the reinforced wooden board.

　　 Fujiang pulls the string and inserts the crossbow arrow into the groove rail, aiming at the shoulder with a flat end like a standing rifle. Due to the limitation of the window, my body almost touched her body, and I clearly felt the heat radiated from her body. The first time I was so close to a woman other than my relatives, I was a little fidgeted.

　　Fujie's entire attention is on the female zombies chosen as the prey.

　　 I try to concentrate and follow her gaze.

　　The bowstring rang lightly, and the sound of the air tearing afterwards was not loud, and the slender black shadow barely passed through the courtyard under the night shadow.

　　The female zombie fell to the ground~IndoMTL.com~The tail of the crossbow arrow was exposed at the right eye.

　　 The sound of falling to the ground caused a commotion among other zombies, but the source of the disturbance was not found, and it gradually subsided.

　　 I closed the window, Fu Jiang drew the curtains, and we sat back next to the portable gas stove.

　　 "For such a long distance, you have to aim your eyes, and you can shoot through the head within 20 steps." Fu Jiang said, throwing the crossbow to me: "The shooting sound is too loud, you still use It."

　　"But..."

　　 "I use an axe for close combat, and you are responsible for remote support."

　　 A reasonable and practical combination.

　　 "If you insist." I nodded, not saying anything stupid like men should stand in front.

After 　　, Tomoe and I made thirty crossbow arrows and a quiver together.

　　 After ten o'clock in the evening, we cleaned up the messy floor and laid the bedding side by side on the ground.

　　 Although it’s not long before entering the doomsday illusion, the accumulated tiredness seems to have been writing three days of homework endlessly.

　　 I don't want to stand up anymore as soon as I lie down, but I can't sleep for a long time. There seemed to be a pile of debris tumbling in the drying bucket in his mind, and his self-confessed calm spirit bounced back from the bottom of the valley.

　　 Fujiang turned over with the blanket, and met me face to face. He didn't say anything. He just looked at me quietly, and I didn't speak, so he looked at each other.

　　 There are faint emotions in the tranquility.

　　 long-lost sentimentality.

　　 Only one third of the night has passed, what will happen tomorrow?

　　Can you go back safely?

　　 "Would you like to hold hands?" Fu Jiang suddenly asked me, her hand already stretched out the blanket.

　　 for a while, I held it, it was really warm.