They have the controllers in their hands.

The restraint on the right hand broke!

Rong Xiao, who had recovered half of his mobility, did not stand up. Instead, he calmly reached out his right hand to the left and continued to cut the restraints on his left hand, while at the same time dividing his attention to the miscellaneous items on the table next to him.

The scissors slowly took off, and the next second the metal box containing the instruments also flew up, as if an invisible hand was holding them in mid-air.

The scalpel was very fast, and with just a few cuts, the left hand restraint was successfully cut.

Rong Xiao immediately lay down, pretending to close his eyes and not move as before. The two of them went into the house one after the other and locked the door.

When they got closer, one of them said in surprise: "Why are the restraints on your hands untied?!"

"Oh no!" The person walking behind turned around and tried to run, but before he could put his hand on the door handle, something suddenly hit his temple.

His brain suddenly froze for a few seconds, and he staggered and slammed into the wall, his head bleeding. With a dull look in his eyes, he stretched out his hand mechanically, trying to ask for help.

In the short two seconds he gained, Rong Xiao cut the straps on his left foot.

The short man who still had the strength to move tried to run over his fallen companion, but a pair of scissors suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, with the sharp tips pointing at his eyes. As if being controlled by the devil, he was forced to retreat.

"Done!" After finally removing the restraints on his hands and feet, Rong Xiao clapped his hands and prepared to stand up, but the man fell to his knees with a thud, his voice filled with tears.

"Don't... don't kill me, please, don't kill me." The short man cried with tears and snot all over his face. He knelt on the ground and trembled, closing his eyes tightly and not daring to look around.

Just like if he didn't open his eyes, he wouldn't be blinded by the scissors.

"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you as long as you don't scream." Rong Xiao jumped down from the operating table. The scalpel floating in the air seemed to have life and obediently stopped in her palm.

The man who was shot in the temple pretended to lie on the ground obediently, while his hand was quietly reaching into his pocket, trying to take out the pistol inside.

The short man lying on the ground kept kowtowing and begging, muttering words for mercy, and was used as a cover by his companions behind him.

His fingertips touched the gun handle. Suppressing the excitement in his heart, the tall and thin man behind him was about to slowly pull out the gun as if nothing had happened, when a black shadow fell from the air and knocked him unconscious instantly.

Rong Xiao was holding the chair in her hand. Her beautiful face should have been worthy of admiration, but now it made the short man kneeling in front of her feel fear.

That beauty is sharp and dangerous. If you want to appreciate it or get close to it, you will inevitably be hurt.

"Do you know where my friends are?" Rong Xiao picked the man up. The short man felt dizzy and felt that he was only one step away from death.

The closer he got to her, the more anxious the short man felt, and his face even felt a little hot.

He hung his head and stammered, "I...I don't know. I'm just...just responsible...watching...staying here."

"Really don't know?" Rong Xiao tilted his head and looked at him. His eyes didn't look like doubt, but like he just wanted to confirm it again.

The short man smelled a bit of friendly kindness and nodded quickly: "Really, really, I'm definitely not lying to you, I don't want to die, don't hit me, wuwuwu."

"Okay, I believe you. Your eyes don't look like you're lying." Rong Xiao nodded. Her angelic face was extremely deceptive, and the short man secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

But before he could exhale the air he had just inhaled, he was hit hard on the head. Everything went dark and the short man fainted with his eyes rolled back.

He didn't even have time to react to being hit and fell silent immediately.

Rong Xiao originally planned to let him take him to find other people, but since he said he didn't know, there was no point in keeping him. Of course, he knocked him out and dragged him to a corner to hide.

After stuffing the two men into the metal box next to him and closing it, Rong Xiao took a pair of scissors from the table next to him and moved out silently.

This was no longer the small restaurant where they had rested before. The decoration was completely unfamiliar, and the corridor was deep and long. The room just now seemed to be at the end of somewhere. The corridor was covered with carpet, and there were walls painted light yellow on both sides. There was no door at all.

The corridor was very quiet and there were no extra people guarding outside. Rong Xiao quickly walked through the corridor, turned a few corners, and finally saw the first house.

There was actually light here. The lights were on in the room. There was a glass for observation on the door. A fat man was sitting not far behind the door, flipping through a book facing the door.

"Zizizi...Old Xu, what's the situation?" A voice came from the intercom in the room.

The fat man at the table picked it up and pressed the call button: "Nothing unusual, everything is normal."

normal?

Rong Xiao scratched his hair and poked his head out to peek inside.

Everyone ran away without noticing anything.

"The game is about to start. Are you sure you don't want to join in the fun?" someone said with a smile over the intercom.

The fat man sighed irritably. "I'd love to come, but this can't go wrong. I don't want to die. By the way, how about you place a bet for me?"

"Okay, the old rules?"

"Yes, yes, the same old rules. You really know me."

"No more talking, I have to go get a good seat."

The intercom was hung up, and the fat man turned around with a smile. The door of the room opened at some point, and standing in front of him was a strange girl he had never seen before.

"You..." He subconsciously wanted to grab the weapon on the table, but just as his hand was about to touch it, he was pressed down on the table by an even stronger force, unable to move.

Rong Xiao kicked the door shut. Seeing that the man looked unhappy, he wondered if he was too serious and scared him, so he tried hard to force a smile.

If the fat man hadn't seen such a smile in this kind of atmosphere, he would probably have just felt moved instead of scared.

But the strange girl who suddenly appeared stared at him with a pure and innocent smile...

No matter how I think about it, it doesn't seem right!

The fat man swallowed nervously and squinted his eyes to look at his pressed hand.

Rong Xiao's knee didn't seem to be pressing hard on his palm, but he struggled twice and couldn't pull it out.

"Excuse me, do you know where my friends are?"

Her tone of voice was polite and she looked quite polite, but the aura she exuded was not good. It was clear that she was not someone to be trifled with. She sounded more like she was threatening him than asking a question.

The fat man immediately gave up, especially when he realized that he couldn't even pull his hand away. He immediately gave up resistance: "You... who are you? I don't even know you."

After thinking for a moment, Rong Xiao raised his hand and gestured: "I was just locked in the room over there."

After figuring out her identity, the fat man's face turned pale. He opened his mouth and babbled for a long time before calming down: "I... I'm not sure."

"Really?" Rong Xiao didn't press the issue and released his knee that was pressing down on his palm.

The fat man was secretly happy. This guy was too easy to be fooled. He believed whatever he said. It turned out that his knowledge was not complete. Fortunately, fortunately.

His hand, which was numb from being pressed, clapped his heart twice, and his head was suddenly shrouded by a dark shadow, like a dark cloud that came without warning.

Looking up slightly, the fat man saw Rong Xiao holding a solid wooden chair and about to hit him on the head.

"Wait, wait, wait!!!" the fat man shouted in shock, raising his hands to block the way, "I know where they are!!"

"Great, then take me there."

As soon as Rong Xiao lifted the man up, the fat man was so scared that he almost fainted. He held on to the table and begged, "Can I draw a map for you? I...if I take you there, you'll die if you get caught. I don't want to die."

Having a map wouldn't be a problem, but dragging a fat guy along would hinder the movement. Rong Xiao thought about it, grabbed a pen and paper and handed it to him: "Draw it, and make it detailed. If I can't find it, I'll come back to find you."

The fat man nodded repeatedly. Halfway through the painting, he heard a curious voice next to him: "By the way, where is this place?"

"One...a base." The fat man answered carefully.

"Are there zombies here?" Rong Xiao asked again.

The fat man was dumbfounded: "Huh?"

After a two-second pause, he began to tremble again. Was he going to be killed and fed to the zombies?

Rong Xiao thought he didn't understand, so he emphasized, "I want to find a place with a lot of zombies, preferably... um... about twenty of them. Are there any here?"

After digesting it carefully for a few seconds, the fat man replied trembling with sweat, "Yes, yes, but... please don't throw me to feed the zombies, I beg you, I..."

"Why should I leave you to feed the zombies? I have a use for finding zombies." Rong Xiao slapped the table, indicating that he should draw the place where he could find zombies, and it would be better to write down the house number or something.

Unexpectedly, the fat man added a few strokes on it and asked, "Your friend should be in the place you want to find."

"Together?"

…………

There were constant noisy shouts in my ears, as if I was in a lively football game that was about to start.

Long Qingyu had a splitting headache. Suddenly he thought of something and opened his eyes abruptly.

A speck of dust fell from above and landed right on his face, choking him and making him sneeze.

The sounds of enthusiastic shouting became clearer and clearer. Long Qingyu struggled to get up despite the discomfort after waking up, but what he saw was not his companions, but a group of pale strangers.

All those imprisoned here were men. They sat scattered around with their legs hugged, their heads down and not speaking. Some of them kept clenching and unclenching their fists, with fierce and resolute looks in their eyes.

Long Qingyu subconsciously wanted to grab his weapon, and his hand reached for the empty space beside him. His bag was gone, and everything... including their backpacks and guns, disappeared without a trace.

There was an abrupt restraint on his neck. He reached out and touched it a few times. It felt like an unknown ring was wrapped around his neck. There was also a square object near the artery that was slightly warm.

"If I were you, I wouldn't touch you randomly," said a man in his thirties sitting opposite, his voice a little hoarse. "If you want to know what it is, you can look at the one on my neck. It's all the same anyway."

龍青予發現他們被關在一個窄小陰暗的地方，不遠處是一面厚重的鐵栅欄，這裏的每個人都一副要死不活的樣子，眼睛裏沒什麽光，唯獨對面那個男人看起來眼神堅毅帶着狠勁，和別人不太一樣。

光線不太好，龍青予不敢放松警惕，那男人好像對他不怎麽防備，故意昂起下巴，好讓他看得更清楚一點。

“別亂碰這個東西，控制器都在他們手上，一不高興就可以直接炸斷我們的頭，”男人亮出脖子上的東西給他看後，唇角無奈地牽起一抹笑，“我們不是敵人，或許該說，我們是即将生死與共的同伴。”

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