Chapter 309 New Visitors to the Villa District

Soon, two figures came up.

Old Li looked closely and saw a woman with a little boy. Both of them were wearing half-mask gas masks that covered the lower half of their faces.

Although I couldn't see her exact features, I could tell from the fine lines around the woman's eyes that she was probably around 38 or 39 years old.

The little boy was about seven or eight years old. He looked thin and weak, but very fair.

The woman was wearing a loose dress, and she swayed in it when she moved. The boy's clothes were very tight and small, and the sleeves of his clothes and pants were like three-quarter lengths.

Old Li looked at the two men carefully through the glass of the guardhouse.

In today's world, it is very difficult for weak women and children to survive. Why would you come to the mountains alone?

Normally, in a situation like theirs, they must have been protected by someone to survive to this day. After all, not everyone can get a gas mask.

Even he doesn't have one! When walking outside, I can only cover my mouth and nose with a few layers of cloth. I can't even breathe if I walk fast.

Lao Li looked behind them and saw no one else. However, the fog was so thick that he couldn't see clearly if there was anyone else in the distance.

So he held the knife carefully in his hand and shouted with full force: "What are you doing?!"

The woman and her child stood in front of the guardhouse and said, "Excuse me, what did you say? I can't hear you clearly through the glass."

Can't hear clearly?

Old Li frowned. How could he not hear clearly? He could hear everything the woman said clearly.

He did not open the window and repeated his original words.

The woman apologized again: "I'm sorry, I can't hear you clearly."

Old Li looked unhappy. This was just a joke! They were separated by the same thick glass, he could hear everything clearly, but she couldn't hear clearly, how was this possible?

Was it intentional to trick him into opening the door and leaving?

Old Li became cautious, stared at her for a few seconds, then simply sat back and ignored them.

Seeing that he ignored her, the woman seemed a little anxious: "Hello? Hello!"

Old Li leaned back in his chair and pretended not to hear.

Anyway, if he didn't open the gate to the villa complex, she couldn't get in. If she was in the guardhouse, she couldn't get in either.

This woman is not the owner of the villa complex, and judging from her appearance, she doesn't look like a friend of any owner, so just ignore her.

Old Li was sitting on a chair in the pavilion. He took out a newspaper from the drawer of the small table and began to read it.

He has read this newspaper countless times.

Not only this one, he had looked at the thick pile of photos in the drawer many times.

In the years since the natural disaster, he has had no other entertainment. His mobile phone cannot be used, and there are almost no visitors in the villa area. When he is bored, he can only read newspapers to kill time.

It’s good to have people on guard duty together, so we can chat and talk with each other.

But since the heavy fog came, the colleagues on duty have always been emotionally unstable and crazy. They start fighting without even talking to each other. When the fight gets serious, they even stab each other with knives, and several people have died.

Now there are only four security guards, two in a shift. The guy who worked the day shift with him today was resting in the property building because he had a fever and did not come.

So he was the only one standing here bored.

He read the newspaper for a while, and when he was about to turn the page, he looked up and found that the woman was still standing outside the guardhouse, staring at him without blinking.

Old Li was shocked.

Why haven't they left yet?

He patted his chest and turned his gaze to the little boy beside the woman.

Although the child is young, he is very well behaved. He stood here for a long time without saying a word or making any noise. He just stared at him motionlessly.

Old Li felt something strange, so he turned away and lowered his head again, no longer looking at them.

This time the woman did not stand there obediently, but patted the small window of his guardhouse.

"Hello! Hello?"

Old Li started reading the newspaper again. He silently said to himself: I can’t hear you, I can’t hear you, hurry up, hurry up…

He held up the newspaper but didn't read anything on it.

I couldn't help but wonder, what if they are still standing outside when he gets off work?

Should he attack them? He could beat women and children, but they kept trying to trick him into opening the window, obviously for other purposes.

After a long while, the burning gaze still fell on him.

Old Li finally couldn't bear it anymore and slammed the table and stood up: "Give it to me..."

Halfway through the conversation, I noticed that the woman lifted her hair with one hand and pointed at her ear with the other hand:

"Hello. I can't hear you."

Only then did Mr. Li realize that she was wearing a hearing aid.

What is this!

A huge feeling of guilt surged into his heart.

Without even listening to the other person finish speaking, you make malicious assumptions and imagine a horror movie in your mind, leaving the vulnerable group out in the cold for so long.

Damn it!

Lao Li quickly shouted at the top of his voice: "I'm sorry, big sister!"

As he spoke, he opened the door of the guardhouse: "I'm so sorry, what can I do for you..."

The woman kept looking at him with a gentle gaze until the door of the guardhouse was completely opened, and then her eyes suddenly froze.

He stretched out his left hand like lightning, quickly grabbed Lao Li's hair, and pulled him out fiercely. Then, a sharp knife emerged from the wide sleeve of his right hand.

In the blink of an eye, the knife fell and a line of blood spurted out of Lao Li's neck.

“You, you…”

The woman looked at Old Li, who was lying on the ground with his eyes wide open, and laughed: "Not bad, he is quite vigilant. But he is not vigilant enough."

She took off her hearing aid and threw it to Lao Li: "I just picked it up randomly. If you like it, I'll give it to you."

Then he pulled the little boy into the guardhouse and opened the gate to the villa area.

"Come on, son, go in."

Old Li subconsciously covered his neck tightly, but blood still gushed out wildly.

In the last few seconds of his life, he saw through his blurry vision that the little boy turned his head, his eyes curved like crescent moons.

Is he laughing?

Old Li breathed hard and finally realized what was going on.

During the two extremely hot years, the survivors who had been running around looking for supplies were all as black as charcoal. However, this boy was fair, tender, and clean, and it was clear that he had never suffered.

Old Li stared with his eyes wide open, gradually losing his breath.

The woman and the child walked up the main road until they saw the houses looming in the fog.

One of the two nearest villas had collapsed, and the other one had its door locked, which showed that someone was living there.

The woman stood there thinking for a moment, then said softly, "Wait for me here."

Having said that, he let go of the boy's hand and moved towards the intact villa.

A silver metal wire flew out from her wide cuffs and hung steadily on the wall. With a little force, she used it to slingshot up.