"Spare you? Humph!"
Zuo Ling sneered. She was lucky; she hadn't died in the car accident.
For a moment, I felt like I really couldn't control the car anymore.
Several men came to kill, but failed and instead begged for mercy. What a joke! They took turns stunning them with electric shocks.
Stripping off clothes, hats, scarves, gloves, shoes... How familiar this scene is!
Professor Jin quickly got to work and got out of the car to help.
The university professor, who was dedicated to educating and nurturing students, did not stop her behavior but instead took the initiative to help her, which made Zuo Ling feel more favorably toward Professor Jin.
In the end times, the idea of being forgiving when possible is already quite outdated.
Zuo Ling was surprised that Professor Jin could quickly change his mindset.
After stripping them bare, they were thrown into the snow, and Professor Jin couldn't lift them at all.
Seeing Zuo Ling handling the chicks like that, they were incredibly envious.
"Wow, this girl is really strong."
After saying that, he remembered something: "What did you just shoot? Don't you need to pick it up?"
He was afraid of leaving evidence that would lead to Zuo Ling being implicated, which would be disastrous.
"Nails are sold everywhere."
Professor Jin was still worried. "Why don't we dig it out ourselves?"
Zuo Ling looked up at the sky:
"With such heavy snow, the official report says more than a million people have died. Do you believe it? The police don't have the energy to investigate how a few scumbags died."
Pointing to the snowdrift where the body was dumped, he said, "The snow isn't going to stop anytime soon. By the time someone finds the body, it'll be rotten. Let's go."
Blood was everywhere, and she didn't want to get her hands dirty.
The tire is punctured; I need to get it fixed as soon as possible.
Pick up the nail board, and under the cover of the snowdrift, put it into your storage space. You might need it later.
He handed the crossbow to Professor Jin: "I'll go find the tires. You know what to do."
Professor Jin looked nervous, his hand gripping the crossbow trembling violently: "I...I know."
Staring into his eyes, Zuo Ling emphasized:
"Aunt Tang is waiting for you at home. If you can't do it, Aunt Tang won't survive either."
Professor Jin's expression gradually hardened, and he nodded emphatically: "Don't worry, I know what to do."
She handed him a box of nails and then turned and left.
There were tires in the space, which she couldn't conjure out of thin air, so she had to go around in a circle and come back.
The waterfall suddenly rushed in front of her, glaring at her with a wronged expression. She scooped up the little guy, got busy and forgot about him, then quickly stroked his fur.
After Zuo Ling left, Professor Jin's palms were sweating with nervousness. After about ten minutes, his anxiety eased.
As his mind gradually cleared, he cleaned up the bloodstains that hadn't been removed, repeatedly checked the scene for any clues, and even covered the burial site with a layer of snow.
Zuo Ling didn't go far; she circled around and came back, taking in Professor Jin's every move.
The old man did a good job; it wouldn't hurt to lend them a hand.
After waiting for more than 20 minutes, two cars passed by.
No one stopped; they took a detour.
A driver got out and asked what happened, but there were no tires and he couldn't help.
After that person left, Zuo Ling carried the two tires back. She was like a ray of light in the darkness, making Professor Jin's nose tingle and almost bring him to tears.
Just now, when the driver tried to help, he subconsciously gripped the crossbow tightly, fearing that he would die before Zuo Ling returned.
Zuo Ling pretended not to know anything: "Nothing happened, right?"
"No...no, someone was trying to help just now."
An old man and a young boy helped each other change the tire.
The rest of the journey went relatively smoothly.
I left at 5:30 in the morning and returned to the community at 9 pm. There were hardly any people downstairs.
"Miss, I have a crane at home. You can load the truck downstairs, and I'll go upstairs to collect the goods, is that alright?"
Not many families own a crane. Considering Professor Jin's status as a professor at a university of science and technology, it's not unusual for him to have such an uncommon item at home.
It took more than an hour to hoist everything upstairs. Zuo Ling was so tired that she didn't want to move anymore. She had a cheat device for her space, so she didn't need to go through all this trouble.
When I got to the 21st floor, my legs felt so heavy I could barely lift them.
Aunt Tang greeted her warmly: "Young lady, thank you for your hard work. Come in quickly, come in quickly."
Both Professor Jin's and Zuo Ling's homes are designed like doomsday fortresses, but Professor Jin's home no longer shows any trace of its former luxury.
Cabinets, doors, floors... anything made of wood that could be chopped up was chopped up for firewood.
Aunt Tang brought out a bowl of hot chicken soup: "Girl, you've had a long day, eat something before you start cooking."
"No need, let's divide the things. I'm too tired and want to go home as soon as possible."
Professor Jin had a general understanding of Zuo Ling's temperament and said to his wife, "Take it back; she won't eat it."
If it's split in half, one family gets half; if it can't be split, neither family is one to hold a grudge, so they discuss it and quickly divide the items.
The couple helped Zuo Ling put her things in the elevator lobby. Professor Jin wanted to say something, but after moving his lips for a long time, he finally swallowed it back.
Back home, Professor Jin collapsed onto the sofa, motionless, his eyes glazed over.
His wife called out to him, "You must be exhausted. Hurry up and eat. After you finish eating, get some rest. I'll clean up."
Professor Jin did not respond.
She touched his forehead: "What's wrong? Are you cold? Do you have a fever?"
Test the temperature by placing your hand on your head.
Professor Jin hugged her tightly, nestled his head against his wife's chest, and remained motionless for a long time.
Researcher Tang was taken aback by his sudden intimacy; the elderly couple hadn't been this affectionate in a long time.
"I almost didn't make it back."
Professor Jin's voice was trembling with tears, and she looked as aggrieved as an old child.
Researcher Tang was shocked: "What happened? Explain yourself."
Professor Jin recounted the events of the day from beginning to end, which sent chills down Researcher Tang's spine.
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