Chapter 44 It was not me who killed him

Yu Qingxian felt a little uncomfortable when he woke up and didn't see Shi Xingyu.

Because after seven or eight days, when I have some free time, I will choose a place to have a good rest for the night.

And Shi Xingyu would always sit by the bed and stare at her.

Now that I woke up, I didn't see him, which was a bit surprising.

But Yu Qingxian's discomfort was only for a moment.

She got up slowly.

Because there was no snow but sunshine, Yu Qingxian changed into a beautiful skirt again.

She went downstairs carrying her suitcase and changed into a skirt that was not of ancient style but a neo-Chinese style.

It's very everyday, but you can tell it looks like ancient clothing.

Such a skirt does not affect movement, nor does it look out of place in this ancient garden.

Even when Yu Qingxian sat on the suitcase, he did not sit astride it, but sideways.

It is true that clothes make the man.

Yu Qingxian felt that his movements had become much more restrained.

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Yu Qingxian sat on the suitcase, which was carrying her as she continued to stroll in the garden.

There are zombies in the garden, and most of the clothes they wear fit in with the garden.

She took out her camera and took pictures of the zombies.

But in just one morning, Yu Qingxian's camera almost shut down due to low battery.

Fortunately, Yu Qing's suitcase can be charged.

She found a sunny spot to charge her suitcase.

And she was just wandering around leisurely.

As for his suitcase and camera, Yu Qingxian didn't think a zombie would take them away.

If she had put in a piece of fresh flesh, that would have been something to worry about.

Yu Qinghan stood under the pavilion, looking at the suitcases and cameras that were basking in the sun, thinking that since he had so much time on his hands, should he try to do the things he wanted to do when he was a child?

Thinking of this, Yu Qingxian left the suitcase here in the sun, while she left the garden and went shopping in the shops nearby.

When she came out again, she was holding several sketchbooks in her arms and some pencils in her hands.

Yu Qingxian has many memories of these things.

When she was still young, she liked to draw on the walls at home with a pencil.

At that time, she didn't like talking to others very much.

Yu Qingxian feels that it is better to say that he is somewhat autistic rather than saying that he is socially anxious.

But it’s not completely isolated.

Because as long as she wants, she can still communicate normally with others.

It’s just that I’m too idle to communicate with others.

She felt it was totally unnecessary.

When Yu Qingxian returned to the garden with his sketchbook, the battery he had consumed was fully charged.

The camera is now one third full.

Yu Qingxian put the camera back into the suitcase, sat on the suitcase, holding the sketchbook and pen in his hands, and continued walking forward.

The suitcase is very stable and not too bumpy.

The speed was also adjusted to the lowest by Yu Qingxian.

The suitcase's minimum speed is about the same as a human walking.

The fastest speed is the speed that can catch up with an electric car.

No wonder a suitcase can be sold for hundreds of thousands.

If it weren’t for the end of the world, Yu Qingxian felt that he would just be able to watch.

It's impossible to drag it along with you on your wanderings.

So Yu Qingxian’s first drawing was for his own suitcase.

She got off the suitcase, walked around the slowly moving suitcase to study it, and then stopped the suitcase directly.

He squatted on the ground and observed his suitcase 360 ​​degrees.

Then I drew sketch after sketch of it.

Finally, she chose the one she was most satisfied with. She took the painting and gave it to the suitcase, saying that it was the most beautiful one she had ever drawn.

Although the suitcase was just a suitcase and could not answer her question, Yu Qinghan didn't care at all.

Anyway, I'm in a good mood today.

Of course, only in the morning.

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When the sun was slightly west, Yu Qinghan could smell a faint fragrance at the tip of his nose.

This is the aroma of a living thing.

Because everyone's taste gives Yu Qingxian a different aroma.

For example, the fragrance of Gu Wanqing is that light, which makes people feel refreshed when they smell it.

The young man next to her also had a very faint fragrance.

As for the one sitting in the back seat, the feeling it gave was more like the fragrance of plants, not the aroma of desserts or meat.

But if these three people were to eat it, it would definitely be top-notch.

Because the more fragrant the food is, it doesn’t necessarily taste the best.

Of course, it can also be very unhealthy.

But even for a top-notch human like Gu Wanqing, Yu Qingxian had no appetite for her.

As for those ordinary human aromas, it is like when you pass by a store and suddenly smell the fragrance that makes you want to eat something.

But when I entered the store, the aroma that I suddenly smelled when I was outside the store was not at all attractive.

I lost my appetite in an instant.

This is also the reason why Yu Qingxian has no thoughts about human beings.

Once close, the scent was enough to fill her up.

Thinking of this, Yu Qinghan suddenly reacted.

In fact, she is always eating.

It’s just that she doesn’t need to eat flesh and blood like ordinary zombies, nor does she need to be like a high-level zombie like Shi Xingyu who can eat after a period of time.

Her way of eating is probably by smelling the scent of humans.

As long as there is someone near her, as long as she smells that fragrance, she is already eating, right?

Of course, this is just Yu Qingxian's guess.

"Oh, Shi Xingyu, can you smell the scent of humans?"

No voice answered her.

"Oh, no one's here." Yu Qinghan reacted.

She stood up, looked at the zombies coming and going, and just grabbed one and asked.

Of course, they are just venting their desires subconsciously and have no way of communicating with others.

Yu Qingxian couldn't communicate with them and stopped worrying about this issue.

She continued to sit in the suitcase and visit the garden.

As for the faint fragrance wafting to his nose, Yu Qingxian didn't care.

Because it was so indifferent, Yu Qingxian knew that there was some distance between him and her.

It was not until the evening that I felt the fragrance gradually dissipated.

It didn't disappear suddenly, but dispersed.

This happened once before when she witnessed the man's death.

It also appeared when I killed those people before.

In other words, someone died.

Yu Qingxian pulled his suitcase through the garden and went out through another door.

At this time, there were many zombies surrounding the entrance of this door.

It's just because these zombies are separated by anti-crowd barriers.

Yu Qinghan tilted his head slightly and saw the dead person lying next to him.

He was not injured by the zombies.

If a person is injured by a zombie, he will become a zombie.

Instead of dying from excessive blood loss here.

She crouched down, facing the dead man.

He turned around and looked at the zombies that were scrambling to rush forward, then waved his hand at them.

Her movements were like chasing a small animal.

Of course, the zombies couldn't understand.

It's just that a dozen rows of guardrails prevent them from coming in.

There are not many zombies in this place, and there is a closed door in the passage.

The zombies that passed by could not be opened.

Therefore, only Yu Qingxian, who still retains human consciousness, can open this door.

It is also this door that isolates this person from his life.

"If I had walked faster, you should have survived." Yu Qinghan couldn't help but say as he looked at his unwillingness before his death.

Of course, she didn't feel any remorse.

After all....

It was not him who killed him.