Doomsday Wonderland Chapter 933: Light a cigarette and sit down to talk about old times

When the metal plate fell to the ground with a loud clang, Lin Sanjiu realized that it was not a door, but a piece of wall that had been cut off from the inside.

The tower blocked the light, casting a cloud of darkness that enveloped the figure. The man did not rush out of the shadows. Instead, he paused and leaned on the remains of the thin tower with a "dong" sound. He calmly looked at the few people walking towards him.

Li Wen Sujiang stopped and Lin Sanjiu also quickly stopped three or five steps away.

"Light!"

The tall man shouted angrily, his voice making everyone tremble. Half of the dozens of arsenal members who had just arrived interrupted the rescue at this time and surrounded the commander's tower from far and near; as soon as the officer finished speaking, a thick white beam of light immediately hit the figure.

When the man raised his hand to block the bright light, except for his eyes, everything about him was reflected in the snow-white light. This is a man - Lin Sanjiu can only see this at the moment: he is of medium height, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, but he wears clothes very carelessly, as if he just throws on whatever he catches; leather jacket, floral shirt, overalls, all in a mess Dressed all over.

"Very good," Li Wensujiang said coldly, took out two gloves from his pocket, and slowly slid one hand into one of them. "I didn't miss the chance to get to know you."

"Don't worry," the man laughed and put down his hand. "I originally planned to give you this honor."

Lin Sanjiu's gaze was immediately attracted by those eyes.

At first glance, he looks very young, with smooth skin and thick hair. He is a young man who is easy to like. However, certain details on his face - such as the eyeballs sunk deeply into the orbital bones and the clear bone lines under the thin skin - hinted that this man was no longer young.

However, what really made her recognize him at a glance was the look in his eyes - they were clearly black and white human eyes, but they were reminiscent of the unblinking eyes of a reptile.

Lin Sanjiu bit her lip tightly and swallowed back the sentence "It's you!"; her hands hanging beside her body were clenched into fists with white knuckles.

This is the person!

She would not admit that he was the one who planted an explosive device on the aircraft, almost killing Yu Yuan, and then disappeared without a trace from the flying sky bus; he had not yet met Lin Sanjiu I've never seen her face to face, at least not without her mask on. If she can behave naturally and make him think that she knows nothing about it——

When she straightened her expression and stabilized her breathing rhythm, a second figure bent down and walked out of the tower.

Even Li Wen was startled when he followed the river. Then, he sneered: "That's right. It's difficult for just one person to invade the commander's tower."

Lin Sanjiu's breathing stopped suddenly and froze in her chest.

As if deliberately arranged to create some dramatic effect, the clothes of the second person are completely different from those of the first person. Even the most upper-class gentleman in England in the early 20th century would have been hard-pressed to dress more elegantly than him - every thread, every fold, and every button on the smooth and crisp fabrics was meticulously decorated. Carefully, he gently took off the fedora hat, and a few strands of bangs suddenly fell down his eyes; he pressed the hat on his chest and slightly lowered his head in the direction of Lin Sanjiu.

"Long time no see," Gong Daoyi put his hat back on, and the shadow once again covered the soft and delicate face. He smiled slightly, his teeth becoming whiter in the shadow: "You are the same as before, you haven't changed at all."

Li Wen Sujiang suddenly turned around and stared at her like an eagle about to pounce down from the sky at any moment: "Do you know him?"

Lin Sanjiu took a deep breath - in surprise, all kinds of thoughts suddenly filled her mind. She didn't know what to say for a moment; even the question of Li Wen tracing the river They all drifted past the ears like the wind.

"We have fought together before," Gong Daoyi's tone was so elegant and polite that it was unbelievable that the flames, acrid smoke, **** smell and corpses everywhere were all caused by him. "But I guess that's not what you really want to know."

Li Wen Sujiang suddenly turned around, raised his hand and lightly wiped it on his right hand. He stared at Gong Daoyi and whispered one word: "Oh?"

Gong Daoyi did not answer in a hurry.

He turned his head and looked over, scanning the several corpses that were still burning, and sighed. "Please be considerate, I am deeply sorry for your loss." He said softly, waving to one of the corpses that flickered in the firelight.

The arm of the corpse suddenly slipped and fell to the ground with a thud. Then it used its black coal-like shapeless hand to support the ground and climbed up unsteadily. Under the stunned gazes of everyone, the corpse was radiating scorching light and heat - the two combatants involuntarily took two steps back, staring blankly at it as it walked step by step into the encirclement of the arsenal. ~IndoMTL.com~ Spare his body! "I don't know who it was, but roared from the crowd: "Isn't it enough that you killed someone? ”

Gong Dao glanced towards the place where the sound came from. The speaker was a young woman with a flushed face, her face wet from sweat or tears. Several members of the arsenal not far away tensed up, took two steps towards her, and stood beside her tensely. The man wearing a gentleman's hat smiled slightly and shook his head: "I didn't kill anyone."

The burned-black corpse with scattered dazzling flames moved closer to Gong Daoyi; he turned around and took out an exquisite cigarette case from his arms.

"Unfortunately," Gong Dao knocked the cigarette box, took out a cigarette, and put the box back. He held a cigarette in his mouth and remained calm: "I ran out of matches...so you see, I just borrowed a fire."

As he spoke, he bent down slightly and moved closer to the still burning shoulder of the corpse. The fire illuminated his narrow and beautiful face, like a dark corpse touching his lines with fiery red light; the cigarette **** suddenly turned red, and a burst of white smoke floated out of the palace road, blurring his face.

As soon as he waved his hand, the body fell heavily back to the ground with a "plop" and never moved again.

"You - tell me, what's going on?" Lin Sanjiu took a step forward, his fingertips trembling: "This person - this person is -"

The man, who was dressed in a mess and whose age was hard to tell, was always leaning against the tower with his arms folded. Hearing this, he suddenly laughed and said clearly: "Isn't this the first time we have met? I know you Who is it, but I have never introduced myself properly. Hello,"

When he said this, as if sarcastically, he imitated Gong Daoyi and bowed towards her in an exaggerated way: "...They call me 12."