What do you remember about Utopia ... The music is brisk, the sun is shining, and your life is orderly. Are you happy? Can mortals see the undercurrent stop under the water? My body should have rotted in the dark for thousands of years; My soul should always cry in the depths of hell! I woke up to tear up all this hypocrisy and restore the truth!
At noon, the breeze is mixed with the freshness of green, the sun shines on the face through the treetops, the teenager A and the girl B lie in the green for lunch, and I wait for their fierce kiss in the green nourished by the corpse. Teenager A's head slowly moved to girl B, and girl B seemed to feel some kind of signal and turned away happily. I saw how much she longed for this moment. The flame of desire has dried up her lips, and she took a sip of it and slightly tilted her rose lips, which made me ecstatic.
Suddenly, a hot dog inserted into this picture! I was so bored that I forgot to peek. I grabbed the hot dog, jumped up from six feet and said, "Boy, you should kiss her …" But the coward ran away screaming! I turned to girl B with reddish cheeks. She looked at me shyly and smiled shyly. Then teenager A came to me with a pink trash can and accused me of stealing his hot dog. The pink trash can suddenly said, "Hello! I'm Mary Pink. Why did you take this gentleman's hot dog? " After I hesitated for 0.3 seconds to talk to the trash can in front of me, I explained the importance and key of kissing timing to this' pink Mary'. Pink Mary and girl B obviously agree with me, but that stupid teenager A is still talking about that damn hot dog.
"Smelly boy, I said so much, what do you call a hot dog? What's on your mind? " I put a hot dog in his mouth, and his handsome face began to deform from his mouth. He was a little confused by this sudden blow, thinking that I was going to hit him, and curled up in horror. This guy is really a coward. I'm afraid that girl B won't kiss her even if she waits hungry for a year! I grabbed his head, lifted his skull and took a bite in the cerebral cortex. Blood spatter. I wiped my mouth and turned to girl B and said, "His mind is really full of bean dregs! But ... now, I think he has begun to understand! "
Kneeling on the ground, teenager A stood up slowly, spit out the hot dog in his mouth, raised his head, dumped the hair that fell on his forehead, and his eyes were half open and dreamy. He slowly raised his hands to open for girl B and walked forward step by step. Girl B was a little scared. She bowed her head shyly, tugged at her skirts with both hands, and kept rummaging, her feet trembled slightly. Young A stood in front of girl B, carefully held up girl B's cheek, looked at herself, spat out her mouth, and girl B responded faintly, slowly putting her face close to boy A ... Young A kissed it down, and her blood was spattered. The bright red grass under their feet exudes a clear red breath, and the scarlet blood fog is misty with the sunshine pouring down from the tree, and strange screams are playing around, as if the ending is for this affectionate kiss.
"Fifty years after my death, I saw the love between men and women again, which was like a dream ..." I said with emotion.
"They should sleep in coffins, and we should not disturb them." Pink Mary reminded me, so Mary and I left quietly.
A black-and-white car on the side of the road, a golden five-star in the front door, doughnuts and coffee cups inside, is this still the police's favorite? The two guys who got off the bus pointed at me and said, "Disdressed and unsightly, and smoking in public places, ID card! No? Come with us ... "Oh, my God! This guy is going to arrest me if he answers himself? As a zombie, I even wore a tie; I have been smoking for decades, and you can see my lungs filled with black colloid through my ribs, knowing that I can enjoy painful breathing every night. Can't I keep a little personal fun? I grabbed the nonsense, raised his head above his head, and after the fingertips were lightly pressed, his skull burst and his brains spewed out. After savoring it carefully, he asked his partner, "Is this guy crazy?" He hesitated, touched his chin and said, "He seems to have lost sleep for a long time. Maybe he drank too much coffee. Yes, you should come with us, but you killed my partner ... "It seems that the police still have no progress. After the alarm sounded, I unplugged his hand!
Two police cars roared, and the four guys who came down immediately pulled out their guns and squatted down with their hands behind their heads. I also continued to squat as I wished, thinking softly: the turbid air sinks, gathering in Dantian ... Just as they were approaching, I suddenly heard a long hiss, gathering the turbid air in Dantian and discharging it from behind. The six-foot-tall plants in Fiona Fang are dead animals and birds. I shot four people when I was in a hurry, and then all the fools on this road were accepted as my people.
Pink Mary also reminded I, Robot that high-voltage electric shocks can dry my body fluids, but robots are limited to the' Three Theorems of Robots' and will not actively attack humans, even dead people like us. People gathered around them slowly and led by my whistle to the central park in front of the city hall.
In central park, those stupid people are still enjoying the bright sunshine that will ruin their eyes. Peace and tranquility have penetrated into the bone marrow of this city, which makes me feel very distressed. I assimilated a person, and then screams came and went in the park. Looking at those who are still fleeing coldly, I don't understand what I brought. I don't blame them, because a few are different, and most of the time it is the truth. At this moment, some envy what they are enjoying now, but it is a long-lost' fear' for me.
On the big screen in front of the station, I reported the news of planting greenhouses. I saw a figure, and my heart was pounding. I know my heart is dead, why should I see you again? Who should I say this inexplicable miss? Suddenly, my mind flashed: I was lying under a tree, the breeze rustled the branches, the sun shook my face from the ever-changing gap, a pair of little shoes embroidered with red silk orchids stood by me, and a hazy face blocked the sun and said, "It's a thousand miles away to meet ..." Standing in this train, the scene outside the window kept passing by, and the wailing from time to time could not interrupt my thoughts, because I was.
Under the surge of inexplicable joy, I nervously walked out of the station. The activities going on in the greenhouse, people obviously overreacted to my arrival. I looked for it in the fleeing figure, and suddenly my eyes crossed. The figure on the screen, she didn't run away in a flurry, her eyes were thinking about sudden doubts. Like her, I'm looking for the answer ... Who made the decision? Who is stubborn? Who's obsessed?
But this is short-lived. An asshole in a red and white stripe and a small hat picked her up and ran away. She obviously doesn't want to do this. I jumped on the green sprinkler and chased along the road, but I lost it in front of an iron gate leading to the street. Although I am born with divine power, I can't break this 10,000-pound iron gate. So I bypassed the monitoring room, chewed off several administrators and found the button to open the iron gate. After entering the iron gate, I continued to trace it. On the screen at the exit, I saw a short, bad old man who wanted to clean up my family for security threats, so I decided to go to the police station first.
A police car came and stopped in front of the gas station. The funny refueling way of the refueling robot made two patrol officers with no sense of humor get out of the car nervously. One of them was so nervous that he accidentally missed a few drops of urine, so he went to the bathroom and changed a clean diaper. I opened the door for him like a gentleman. After eating his coffee-flavored soft cortex, I got a road map to the police station, which is much more convenient than asking for directions.
Staggered across the street, turned left to the police station, and broke in politely! After using the prisoners being identified in the identification room as appetizers, they went out and met agents and patrolmen who were in the way, but in the end they all cried and splashed with blood. This police station is really big. I should buy a tourist map so as not to get lost.
Maybe it's because I'm too full. My fragile stomach began to stir with acid. I pulled it out and threw it at a policeman. Obviously, he was scared silly by the internal organs sticking to his body and shouted to his partner to help him take them down. Just as the police were horrified to guess who would take it off, I felt that my stomach began to swell rapidly under the action of distant acid. Sure enough, bang! There was a violent explosion, and the police exploded on the spot, and gastric juice was sprayed everywhere, and they began to assimilate the bodies present. Ha! This is a veritable' dirty bomb' ...
Although there are more and more people, I can't find the damn director's office in this huge police station. Just as I was thinking in the conference hall, a short and bad old man appeared on the screen and began to make a big mistake. Just as my people and I were staring at the screen, the back door suddenly opened and a group of riot police rushed in. They were armed with big shields, helmets and full body armor. Without giving my people a chance to compete, they knocked me out and took me away. ...
As a zombie, my brain is rotten. How could I be knocked unconscious? Because I really couldn't find the sheriff's office, I asked them to take me there without a fight. However, there are some calculation errors. They took me to the torture room behind the prison. This place is euphemistically called' criminal psychological activity observation laboratory'. Two high-IQ executioners who claimed to be scientists tied me to an autopsy table to fish.
He picked out my cut cecum with a scalpel and smelled it. Of course, it tastes bad. He vomited for a while, then threw it on the ground and trampled it into powder. You know, parents with physical problems, although it is undeniable that this cecum is a bit redundant, I personally cherish it, and every inflammation will definitely give me convulsions. Now, although a new cecum will grow soon, it can't replace the painful feeling of the original cecum for decades. But after this reminder, when they turned to discuss, I quietly took off my left arm and let my left hand slip out of the ventilation pipe. ...
I remember at 199 1, there was a movie called The Addams Family, which described a Gothic family who lived in an old Victorian house and lived a noble life. One of their members is very skillful, and my left hand has never been lost! Sneaking quickly in the ventilation duct, I observed the surrounding situation through the activity of my left hand, but the observed color became monotonous. At the end of the vent, I found an agent who was pouring coffee, so I flew my claws in the air, just like Mei Chaofeng killed the walk-on star with one claw and stuck his head, achieving the effect of remote control. A veritable' difficult detective' was born.
I opened the door and walked into the office with a cup of hot coffee and a smile. Actually, I don't know if there is a smile on that face, but the charm of Difficult Detective is absolute. Approaching the table by the door, he handed the coffee to Agent A who was working hard. He said thank you without looking up. On the other side, agent bilibili got up to report. He bumped into me because he was reading a monograph. "I'm sorry ..." When he put down the report and apologized, he found his left hand stuck in his head.
Everything seems to slow down in an instant. Agent b's face gradually twisted and his mouth opened wide. The original monograph turned into a panic and blunder. The report slipped from his hand, but he didn't know it. I think my smile is still the same. I continue to untie the holster under my arm and pull out all stainless steel gracefully, with cold light and classical charm. Colt carried a gun, the muzzle was slightly tilted, the trigger was driven by his fingers, the hammer hit, and the warhead slipped out of the barrel and was caught. The warhead of 357 Magnum hit the head at such a close distance and was naturally lifted away from the big bone, forming a gorgeous wound. My brain is covered with chairs, tables, walls, ceilings and my face, but I can't enjoy this delicious food. Under the strong pump pressure of 83.3ml/s of the heart, blood rushes out like a runaway wild horse and spurts out like bright red rain.
I felt the warm rain with open arms, turned around and held the cup of coffee I gave Agent A to the ground, but there was still a lot spilled on his shirt. I shook my head slightly, but his face was calm in the fear brought by the rain, and the wheel continued to drop a bullet. I have pointed the gun at his half-opened mouth, took half a cup of coffee in his hand, smiled and looked at the clock on the wall, and the bullets roared by.
With the gunfire, I only counted thirteen seconds of the clock, and there was hurried footsteps outside. I took a sip of warm coffee with extra blood and some baby red, although one left hand could not know the taste. The door of the office was pushed open. The policeman who pushed the door in front turned his left eye into a blood hole and fell backwards when the door was completely opened. The policeman behind me reached for his gun and my hand moved slightly. A gunshot! Fall down. I wandered out of the door, looked to the right and fired at the left. With the sound of landing, I turned my gun to the right and aimed at the corner of the corridor. Probe, I shot him in the temple.
Put the coffee in your hand on the water dispenser, bounce the nest to the left and bounce it back; Several policemen came again, drawing their guns and shooting. Bullets whizzed by me, and one of them hit the bucket of the water dispenser, and the water poured out. Fortunately, my coffee cup was not shaken off. Alas! You are too impatient. You should aim at my left hand and put it on my head. Load the gun, bounce back to the nest, raise your hand and aim carefully and accurately, and the bullet will shoot out of the barrel in an orderly way, with fine eyes and heart. Along the way, the' difficult detective' has not lost its true colors, and it is well-deserved to be called the' gun god'.
I reloaded, picked up my coffee and prepared to take a sip. At the same time, a gunshot came from behind the window of the left message room, and glass fragments were scattered all over the floor. At the same time, the coffee cup I just lifted was broken, leaving only the handle in my hand. The bullet left a deep bullet hole in the wall on my right. I retreated sideways to the window, and the second shot came again, hitting my right shoulder, and the huge impact pushed me down. The other party shouted, "NC86, even possessed, also called! I have six rounds left in my DeserteEagle, whether you are NC86 or not. Shooting bullets will be the end of his last performance with me. " I silently kissed the gun in my hand, and this respectable opponent was just the kind of man I expected. Get up and run to the end of the hall. We shot each other five times on the way to running. I grazed his right wrist, which should have hurt his right thigh. I'm worse. I have one on my left shoulder and one on my left elbow. The whole thing is about to fall, and one of them grazed my back neck. Last duel in the hall, I hit him in the throat, but he deviated a little bit because of the bruise on his right wrist and blew me from the lower side of his right cheek to his right ear.
He covered his throat, blood was still gushing from his fingers, then retreated to the wall and sat down slowly along the wall. He looked at me quietly ... He probably understood why I didn't fall down and pointed the gun at my head slightly. I nodded and answered. He smiled, put his right hand on his chest, looked at the gun, pulled the trigger, closed his eyes and his arm slipped gently; Yes! If I had stored a loaded bullet in the gun chamber, I would have fallen down now, but as he said, there were only six bullets left. ...
In order to pay tribute to our brave opponent, I went forward and picked up his police officer's card hanging on my chest, remembering his name: Emperor13; ; Tear off the curtains in the hall and put them on him. ...
Just now, the noisy gunfire in the police station began to quiet down. I found the switch to open the iron gate to the detention area in the management office. I came to the detention area, and there were two policemen here. I wonder if the overall sound insulation effect of the detention area is too good. After greeting me, these two guys found the hand on my head ... and then, of course, they pulled out their guns. Unfortunately, young detectives like emperor 13 are definitely in the minority. Those two people,
At this time, there should be no police in the police station, but I also know that provoking one is provoking all, and it is only a matter of time before it comes. Maybe the army will come soon.
Looking at the electronic switch of the prison bar, as a bad person, you will naturally have some evil thoughts and open the prison bar. Freedom, shout freedom! Generally speaking, prisoners will have a hard time with the police, but in the face of a "man" with a strange hand on his head, covered in blood, an incomplete face, and several shots in his body, he might as well run away without making trouble in front of them. When I walked to the criminal psychological activity observation laboratory at the end of the detention center, I opened the door and went in. Two executioners with high intelligence sat in the corner with small televisions to study how The Silence of the Lambs won the five Oscars for best actor, best actress, best director and best film, completely unaware of my arrival.
Pull open the iron ring switch that trapped your body next to the dissection table, get up and knock off the hand on NC86' s head, and enjoy a bite of the cerebral cortex. After nutrition, the left hand will grow back soon. I walked behind these two fascinated executioners and wondered if they had seen the sequel, in which Hannibal was lucky enough to escape the design of' prey'. Ha! I really used to be a fish's knife! Eat the brains of these two high IQ executioners, to be honest, it tastes really good! After dinner, I know how to get to the director's office. Now it's time to find that short, bad old man and finish everything.
Walking out of the' criminal psychological activity observation research room', I saw the police who came to support me playing a cat-and-mouse game with the prisoners I just released. Maybe I saw me coming out. In this melee, several riot police jumped out, and the diameter surrounded me. I immediately released my biochemical smoke bomb. These guys actually wore chemical masks ... No choice but to throw a' dirty bomb' at close range. Even I flew, grabbed a swat arm in the air, and hit the guy who didn't get blown up after landing. Don't think you have a baton. That guy's head was hit far away by my home run, but he didn't fall down immediately, shaking his arm and trotting, as great as a cockroach! Seeing this, some policemen shook their arms and trotted like him, and the wonderful fear began to spread.
The two executioners who had just been sucked into my brain jumped out and jumped on everyone ... In an instant, blood was everywhere, and they also got more urgent gunshots. There are red and green on the wall, and green is the body fluid of our zombies. The liquid spilled in the chaos formed a wonderful painting on the wall. While enjoying this colorful scene, I don't forget to throw' dirty bombs' everywhere. Anyway, it is impossible to blow up zombies, and it is unlucky to blow up police.
After a cleaning, only zombies are left in the police station. I pushed them all the way into the police chief's office. The stout old man sat behind his desk and looked at me disdainfully. He rushed out from a side door with several heavily armed riot police, and several zombie brothers followed me. When the two sides were on the verge of exploding, the bad old man jumped on the table and snapped his fingers. I didn't know there was a burst of music coming from there. I saw the bad old man do a backflip similar to the dance floor circle in the middle. With the music, this is a string of hot dances. After the action, he waved me off the dance floor. Of course, I immediately followed the rhythm and jumped out of the wonderful mechanical dance of zombies. For five songs in a row, I failed. I accidentally threw my stomach out during the last floor movement. The bad old man who collected the racket stepped on it and didn't know it. He also performed a long series of spacewalks, all the way back to the side door rushed out by the riot police, which said ammunition depot ... bang! The police station exploded and I was blown up.
That bad old man gave up on himself and threw me out. When I overlooked the panoramic view of the city from the air, there happened to be a man and a woman making out in a convertible on the top floor of the parking lot below. I naturally didn't want to disturb them, but I couldn't cope with gravity and finally landed firmly on the hood. I took a sip of my cigarette and tried to squeeze out a bright smile, trying to make them ignore my existence and continue to focus on the lingering, but they still fled the car screaming. At this time, the car slipped into the guardrail of the parking lot and fell downstairs again due to gravity. When I sat up, my first thought was to go up and apologize sincerely and then fix them. The dust on the shell casings walked from the entrance of the parking lot along the driveway to the top floor, and I was warmly welcomed by the citizens and patrol officers along the way.
On the top floor, I didn't find Fred and Judy, the couple just now, but I saw the lovely pink Mary. In it, I told how the researchers rudely took off its head and checked the process of meeting me. Dozens of swat officers wearing chemical masks rushed out, and the zombie brothers set. Those special police officers put on the shields that existed in ancient Greece and fought against the zombie brothers that gap could not attack.
I told pink Mary that I was sorry for what happened to her, and I was willing to cut off my head to make amends. Then I pulled my head off and rolled out like a bowling ball. Of course, my head didn't feel dizzy, but I felt everything around me was normal. When I was sure to roll over the shields of those special police officers, I gave them a brainstorm and turned the people they bombed upside down. My bowling head is ten times as powerful as my stomach. ...
Entering the business district from the parking lot, the police arrived in large numbers. The shop rushed out of the ambush police at any time, and agents stopped them on the footbridge on the second floor of the commercial street. When one of them fell, one of us stood up, which was a threat, but it finally strengthened our team. My zombie brothers rushed to the warehouse in the back alley of the commercial street, where a small group of remnants fought to the death. When we swaggered over, their defense collapsed immediately, and I was even more in the warehouse.
Just now, when I decided to make a detour to the police station, I saw an old hillbilly driving away from the gas station. Who knows that he has now called more hillbillies to hinder the progress of society and the operation of the earth. These chaotic parties, gathered by Vietnam War veterans, rural hunters and savage farmers, openly implemented the strategy of encircling cities from rural areas. As soon as I walked into the warehouse, there was a hole in my chest. The veteran still affected by the Vietnam War hit him with his medieval rifle. Hunters from another country tried to sneak attack from the side with shotguns. In view of the tension in the warehouse, I farted for a while. I tasted their brains when they were breathing painfully. They are really bumpkins and hooligans. Such low IQ is actually their patent.
I looked out from the warehouse probe, and the streets were full of such imbeciles. They even climbed the signboard of the shopping center to stop my brothers. There are also some citizens who have received higher education at least aimlessly, and even been instigated by them, holding golf clubs, wrenches, baseball bats and so on. Standing in the street shouting. As soon as I blew the whistle, the zombie brothers swarmed, and I stepped on their shoulders and jumped high, biting off a guy who was filling the chamber. These citizens and rural people instantly understand what it means to throw eggs at stones, and well-equipped special police officers don't pay attention to it, let alone a group of unarmed rabble with low IQ!
The door of the shopping center slowly opened and several ladies were eagerly waiting for my kiss. The shopping center is still as lively as before, and the zombie brother is even more lively when he enters. From the head of the bumpkin I just ate, I knew that the old hillbilly at the gas station mobilized them to come to my trouble, and this guy was at the electrical counter on the third floor of the shopping center, watching TV programs at the window, and I took the team up the escalator to intercept them. When the old hillbilly saw that the incident was exposed, he asked the fat retarded behind him to take a chainsaw to clear the way for him and take the opportunity to escape.
The big fool took the roaring chainsaw all the way, and his brothers were chopped to pieces on the spot. I farted in the siege team, and the big guy was not affected at all because his nose was not wiped; Replaced with a' dirty bomb', because it was overweight, it only blew up the besieged brother, but it was as steady as Mount Tai; Step back and let go of your left hand, trying to control it, but being trampled by it when approaching; After my striker was completely chopped to pieces, I put all my eggs in one basket and attacked with bowling. As a result, I knocked it out and immediately tore off my arm at close range. After the broken arm, this guy is still very brave. While a man was guarding the stairs, he hacked his zombie brother to death with a chainsaw. I threw a' dirty bomb' in his face and detonated it. Put your hands on your head and struggle to kill him while he can't get off the chainsaw.
The broken glass flew directly from the third floor of the shopping center, and the immortal old man kept starting the car, ready to escape. I got up and tried to drag him out of the car, but he successfully started and backed into me. After I fell to the ground, I immediately grabbed the chassis. The old man thought he killed me and drove home happily, while I waited under the car to catch them all.
The old car with black smoke drove into the country road from the asphalt road and began to bump in the dust and potholes. As a passenger, you not only have to wash yourself with dust, but also wash your tires and run over the rubble and mud splashed in potholes. But as a zombie, it is absolutely satisfying to receive such warm service during this trip. The whistle of the engine of this broken car is similar to the cough when I vomit blood, and the rhythm is very chaotic. I have a hunch that it may fall apart or explode soon. After a long screeching brake, the old man got out of the car and ran into the farm.
I climbed out of the car, shook the dust and walked to the iron gate of the farm. This iron gate is a bit high, and it is relatively easy to climb over it; And it's quite strong, and it feels like it will fall when you shake it, but it's not cool enough to go in like this, and there is no ostentation and extravagance, and they can't know that death is coming. Think about that hunch just now, turn around and walk back to the car, kick off the fuel tank, light a cigarette again, throw away the used matches ... beautiful fireworks, I flew into the farm, and the smoke rolled, announcing my arrival like a lighthouse signal.
Talking about the fireworks just now makes my ears numb. I don't know why the bell reminds me of the rhythm of the waltz ... so I dodged in the waltz, and those dark guns shot out of the cornfield, and then gracefully invited those hillbillies to dance with me. On the road in the middle of the ridge, the hillbilly dug trenches and enthusiastically prepared a machine gun. I should take off my hat for such a thoughtful welcome ceremony. I am more polite. I took off my head to pay tribute.
On the narrow path in the depression, my zombie brothers fell off one by one like plush toys on the shelf of the garden party. I pulled out my left hand and let it slide to the back to manipulate a sniper, which made me feel the fun of shooting toys.
I saw the sheep in the fence was funny, so I reached out and touched it. Suddenly someone shouted, "Don't touch my Lisa! ! "Three retarded giant chainsaws. "Don't touch my angel! ! ""And, um ... um ... my ... Koizumi ... "Wait, Junichiro Koizumi! Koizumi is not even as good as a pig and dog, so cute sheep call him by his name? " Disappointed, I asked, "I'm sorry, because Junichiro Koizumi often licks everyone's little brother ... We love him ..." I took a deep breath of air conditioning, and it is absolutely necessary to eliminate such mental retardation.
Sitting on a bulldozer near the cornfield, the bucket is covered with sharp iron forks and sharp sticks, which looks like a simple sadistic machine. In addition, those crazy hillbillies and chainsaws were mentally retarded just now, and I began to suspect that the green corn on this farm was actually made of corpses as fertilizer. The hillbillies here are not related to Texas murderers! The killing machine with good performance, coupled with my brutal driving skills, hung many bodies with victory signs on the barrel after a gallop.
Finally, I came to the manor in the middle of this field, controlled the snipers on the white tower with my dear left hand, cleared the trenches in the open space in the manor, and then entered the top floor of the barn through the stairs, where I distributed' dirty bombs' like election leaflets. Under the churning of my gastric juice, all the old, weak women and children hiding in the barn turned into zombies. When I stood in front of the barn painted with the American flag, all my fellow zombies applauded warmly and I made a warm speech.
Only one gate in the whole manor was blocked, and wooden bars were nailed to the window to protect the living mansion, while my zombie brothers surrounded the mansion, and the ignorant living people were still fighting for the trapped animals. I lurked under the window, hiding between bullets. When the barrel came out of the window, I grabbed it, smashed the window, grabbed the gunman and bit him on the forehead. Then my zombie brothers swarmed in, and the mansion suddenly turned into purgatory. I went to the second floor alone, smashed the door of the master bedroom, and took out the detonator while retreating. I spat, threatened not to approach, accidentally lost my balance and sat down. The curtain behind me was also pulled down by the tide, and behind the curtain were piles of explosives; When he saw me stop, he stood up proudly and walked towards me with his hands thrown up with detonators. I grabbed the detonator, lit the detonator fuse on my cigarette and threw it into the explosive pile behind me. The old deathlessly frightened eyes, holding his head and shouting: Everyone is dead ... He seems to forget that the zombie is dead.
The heat wave of the explosion pushed me out, and I once again enjoyed the gorgeous fireworks in the air. Then I landed on the back of a sheep, which bleated until sunset because of fright.
The setting sun, overlooking, is as thick as a miserable red. On the boundary between heaven and earth, walking alone and sinking with the sun is an owl madman who can't see clearly or say clearly. Gradually, the man riding a white pony turned silver, and the eyes of the man on the pony showed cold courage. Take a deep breath, the true qi expands, the strength surges, the shock is long, the air is driven away, and the palm wind is like mercury. Its trend can be described as no way to heaven and no way to enter the ground ... Seeing the sheep bleating and running, they take a nap on their backs and don't want to sleep.
The sudden feeling is not overwhelming. When I opened my eyes, I saw that the frightened sheep had probably calmed down, so I stopped. I jumped down with a yawn and touched its head to thank you for giving me a good dream. Who knows that the sheep baa, sticking out its tongue and kicking its hooves, fell heavily. It seems that it should be difficult to escape. Looking around, I found that it was already dark, accompanied by bursts of night rain, and I was on the dam, and the distant city was brightly lit. Maybe I just woke up, or maybe it was the rain that night. My bladder is very compressed, and I need convenience very much. The dam here has one power supply and one water supply. Bad guys like me, of course, will cut off power and pollute drinking water!
Breaking into the house, there are only a few inarticulate maintenance robots in the service hall, and the receptionist has already entered the door after work, with a sign saying "No entry for non-staff members". Sure enough, there is also a technician who works at night. He guided the robot to repair the leaking pipe, and there was a bite at the back. These technical brain holes are really delicious, but his high-pitched screams also shocked the dam.