Qin Li never considered himself an orphan, even if he had no parents.

His parents had passed away a long time ago. It is said that it was an accident, but Qin Li didn't know what kind of accident it was. When his parents left, he was too young and no one would specifically remind or tell a three-year-old child how his parents died...

Since no one said that, Qin Li was not interested in asking questions. Just believe that his parents loved him very much. Although the memory was blurred, this did not prevent Qin Li from imagining his parents as one of the best parents in the world...

Imagination is always better than facts, and people always yearn for beauty...

He lived in his father's friend's house since he was a child. His father's friend was Xue Weiguo. This name is very distinctive of his father's era. There was a child as old as him in that family, but unexpectedly, Qin Li's childhood was not invisible.

Perhaps it is better to summarize it in an idiom, treat it as your own. Xue Weiguo treats his old friend's children as his own. He beats him when he should, scolds him when he should, and curses him when he should protect him, no one can touch him!

"Actually... you are your biological child, and I picked it up, right? Ali, tell me, you can accept it." In the hotel, the fat man beside Qin Li said one by one, "Do you believe it? If my brother disappears, he will serve him with a stick when he comes back!"

Xue Chan is the child of the Xue family. He is barely a month older than Qin Li, but his figure is twice as big as him. Qin Li and him have a good relationship. There has never been a secret between them...

"Eat some if you don't have the appetite. If you don't eat something for the old man to see, he will be unable to let go." Xue Chan frowned and said, "If you have something to do, we will talk to you tonight."

From fighting with children to fighting to whistling girls on the street, Xue Chan knows his childhood friend very well, and is as heartless as himself, and will never pretend to be deep there for no reason...

He has been missing for nearly three months and was robbed and lost in the mountains. Xue Chan will not believe this kind of nonsense. It is not like this when he comes out of the deep mountains and forests for three months!

"I..." Qin Li was poked in the face by a fat hand without saying a word...

"Sunzi, you've been so crazy about your brain. When did you beat me?" After Xue Chan said that, he ignored Qin Li and turned around and shouted to Xue's father who was still ordering, "Detective Xue, stop ordering, your son calls you for dinner!"

The words he shouted out in length made the entire hotel quiet for a moment, and then...

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"This fat man is fun!"

"Xue Shentan Lai..."

According to Xue Chan's words, the hotel has become a sea of ​​joy...

This bastard! Xue Weiguo's eyes were full of fire, but he was still smiling awkwardly at the people around him. Under the gaze of a group of diners, he returned to his table and said the first sentence he sat down...

"Go back and get rid of you!"

This dinner of reunion after a long separation continued with Xue Chan's riot, and Xue Weiguo's face never looked good... This broken child didn't get on the room and peeled off the tiles for three days, and his skin was itchy...

While making trouble for his father, Xue Chan secretly winked at Qin Li, "How much love for you, this is a golden plan to escape from your shell!"

This fat man... Qin Li was a little moved. Xue Chan did this just to divert Xue Weiguo's attention and prevent him from discovering his inappropriateness.

But can he tell him about his own affairs? Will he believe it?

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"Ali, you go back to your room to rest first. We will get up early tomorrow to catch the bus!" At the door of the hotel room, Xue Weiguo grabbed Xue Chan's back collar and said nothing.

"Comrade, go! The future of the revolution depends on you!" Xue Chan grabbed the door and left the last tragic sound of tragic...

Standing in front of the door for a long time, Qin Li's nose was a little sour and her chest seemed to be blocked by something. The moment the door was closed, he felt a strange feeling, as if he was always isolated from this world...

The lights in the hotel corridor were a little dim. Qin Li, who was standing in the corridor, suddenly felt a little chill behind her back. She turned around and looked at her, but she was still empty at first sight.

"Huh! Don't think about it randomly, it's a dream, it must be a dream!" He patted his face and tried hard to pull the corner of his mouth, but he couldn't laugh naturally. He sighed, and Qin Li took the room card to open the door of his room...

"Four,04? Tsk!" Qin Li looked at the door sign, opened the door helplessly, inserted the room card, and closed the door, "I'm right!"

"The south wind blows cool, the nightingale crying sadly..." The night market is on the street outside the hotel, and the horn on the hawker tricycle is singing a song from a long time ago...

"I love the nightfall and the nightingale singing..." Old songs can always evoke people's memories, and memories are often dim tones, just like the quiet corridors of this hotel, the pale yellow walls, the pale yellow lights, and this somewhat messy red cheap carpet...

In the corridor in a dull mood, songs from a long time ago attracted people in my memory...

"Yelaixiang, I sing for you...Yelaixiang, I sing for you..." A woman appeared outside Qin Li's door out of thin air, singing gently with her vermilion lips, a fair and transparent face, a pair of eyes that were addicted to the past were full of confusion, with long hair slightly curly, but her body was a costume for a Peking Opera actress.

"Ah...I sing for you, I sing for you..."

The woman hummed a song and slowly immersed in the door, like a person entering the water, as if the door was an illusory shadow. She gently penetrated it, humming in her mouth was the memories of a long time ago and the self of a long time ago...

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This is a peculiar room, from candles to flashlights, from desk lamps to street lights and things like street lights, the whole room is surrounded by light and light.

In the room, two people, one was cleaning the wounds for the other...

"It's so bright, brother, can you sleep at night?" The person who spoke out loud was the injured person. This was a young man. He was wearing an eye mask and naked, and a long and narrow wound spread from his heart to his waist. This was a very deep wound. If you go in a little more, you will be a bone...

"It's better to be on than to be dark." The one who cleaned his wound was a bald man. The bald man also had wounds. The wound was on his face as if he was scratched by his claws. From left to right, there were three traces, which were three old wounds...

"If you get so hurt, you have the courage to start work...boy..." The bald man was sweating on his forehead. Looking at the wound on the young man, he would always feel like he had a crack on his face, "You are very kind!"

The one-eyed young man refused to comment, "I heard that you have been in this industry for a long time, brother."

"Ha!" The bald man smiled, lit a talisman and threw it into the basin beside him. The basin contained water and several scalpels with runes carved. "It's been a while."

"I don't have much money on it. Can I ask you for some 'free food'? Is it okay to delay or owe it?" The one-eyed young man seemed a little embarrassed, "I won't start work before returning it."

"Finish!" The bald man was very happy, "At the moment we do, there will be times when we ask for help. If you want to throw out your favors, I will not be polite to take it away."

"Two meals! I must remember." The one-eyed young man nodded...

"You said." The bald man said, taking out a knife from the basin, "It hurts a little, you can endure it..."

"Yeah!" The one-eyed young man didn't look at the knife that was shaved on his wound. He had been used to the pain!

"Have you seen my wound before?"

The bald man looked up at the one-eyed young man until he saw the hatred burning from his heart, and sighed... It was still a baby...

In this world, no one likes to live and die all day long. There are only two reasons to enter this industry. One is family tradition and the other is like this one-eyed young man, which is hatred, which is hatred engraved in his bones.

"I haven't seen it before." The bald man shook his head and continued his work. "There are so many strange things in this world that no one dares to say that he has seen it all..."

A trace of disappointment flashed in the eyes of the one-eyed young man...

"What's your name for little brother?" The bald man used the scalpel full of talismans to carefully scrape off the place where the one-eyed young man's wound was ulcerated. Every time the scalpel touched the wound, a little bit of lumpy sound would appear in the wound...

This kid can really tolerate it!

"Jinyu." said the one-eyed young man, and asked again, "Brother, have you ever seen the 'black eyed' that can come out in broad daylight?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his bald hand suddenly shook, and a scalpel scratched a blood mark on Jin Yu's body...

"It seems that my brother knows something." Jin Yu frowned and opened his mouth, but he didn't hum.

The bald man put down the scalpel and didn't even apologize. His face looked a little ugly, "Where have you seen it? Have you killed it?"

"Outside the town, I'm sending it on the road." Jin Yu was a little surprised at the bald man's reaction, "Is there any problem?"

"How did you kill him?" The bald man didn't answer Jin Yu's words, and asked himself, "Has he burned it?"

"Burning..." Jin Yu suddenly felt that he should have seen the 'black eye' burned clean before... "Is there any explanation for this thing?"

"You know the zombie classification." The bald man breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing Jin Yu nodding, he continued, "Only when the zombies reach the level of 'blue eyes' can they come out and wander in broad daylight. The 'green eyes' starts, and there is no difference between them during the day and at night. As for 'purple eyes' and 'red eyes', to be honest, I have never seen them, nor have I known anyone I have known, and I have probably reincarnated all those who have seen them."

Jin Yu likes to listen to stories, so he did not interrupt the bald man's nagging. He could see that the information he revealed had caused great psychological pressure on this veteran. When people are nervous, it is always beneficial to talk more...

"These are grading of zombies, and they are just grading." The bald man said, starting his work again. "The zombies have many abilities. The higher the rank, the more terrifying the abilities. But not every zombie has these abilities, everything has a fixed number. Starting from the 'black eye', he is also a zombie who is a zombie with talent!"

Jin Yu knew that he should ask.

"What's the 'black eye' I saw?"

"Drought Ba! I was born without fear of the scorching sun. The three souls merged into the seven souls and became a demon." A trace of fear was seen in the bald eyes, "I just heard that you really saw it and even sent it to the road. You can do it! This thing is no longer a 'black eye'! It is a newborn monster!"

Once the drought bars come out, they are thousands of miles away! This is something in ancient legends. It is said that every time the drought bars are born, the world will be in chaos...

That pitifully weak 'black eyes' could have a chance of becoming a drought? Jin Yu suddenly felt a little hurt in his head... "Can this kind of 'black eyes' be raised?"

"Raised?" The bald man felt a little funny. "I don't know this. Indeed, someone raised a corpse as a guard, but would someone be stupid enough to raise a drought-bah?"

People don’t know how to do it, what about ghosts?

Jin Yu took a deep breath and took out a talisman from his pocket, "Brother, can you do another favor?"

"Let me tell me." The bald man smiled, "Don't scare me anymore, this knife is not eye-catching."

"Do you have to worry about your hands?" Jin Yu felt a little embarrassed, "If you have loose hands, give me some talismans."

"Why are you still starting work like this?" The bald man raised his head and pointed the wound on Jin Yu's body. "Little brother, call me brother, I will advise you. The future is long, who in this industry is not revenge? Only by saving your life can you have a chance to take revenge! Besides, I can't move this thing here!"

"Not this." Jin Yu shook his head gently and pointed his hand behind the bald head, "It's from that year."

The bald head followed the direction of Jin Yu's finger, and there was an old kerosene lamp there...

"Ghost? Or something else." The bald man was a cheerful person...

"Ghost!" Jin Yu's eyes were a little chilled, "Female ghost!"
Chapter completed!