Xiao Qiao chose grapefruit in the fruit shop, and took apples, oranges, and grapes. Zhang Sheng had to pay the bill, but Xiao Qiao stopped him. Zhang Sheng didn't argue with Xiao Qiao, and just said I'll buy a pack of cigarettes and wait for me.

In the small supermarket next to him, Zhang Sheng took a bag of Dayun and a box of condoms.

The family should have been used up. If Xiao Qiao hadn't wanted to go up and sit, he would have forgotten this. Put the cigarette and condom on, Zhang Sheng came out, and saw Xiao Qiao waiting under the street lights, the night wind blew and the long skirt swung, he understood why the book describes women, which bloomed like flowers.

"Why are you walking close to the wall?" After entering the community, Xiao Qiao found Zhang Sheng's strangeness.

"When I came back this morning, a flower pot fell down and was right behind me."

Xiao Qiao was silent for a moment and said, "You can go to Baiyun Temple to worship in two days, and ask for a talisman or something."

She felt that Zhang Sheng was not lucky recently, so he could be smashed by a fallen shelf when he went to the museum. He was inexplicably detained for one night and was almost taken away by a flower pot.

"I don't believe in those." Zhang Sheng didn't know if there are any extraordinary Taoist priests nowadays. There are some in the wasteland and the end of the world. He didn't dare to come to ask for talismans. What if there are gods in this world, then wouldn't it be delivered to him?

"Okay." Xiao Qiao didn't persuade her. She thought of turning around and asking for a talisman by herself, and secretly hid it for Zhang Sheng in her wallet.

Xiao Qiao went to the bedroom and took a set of underwear in the cabinet. She rarely stayed here overnight, but she also prepared a replacement. Zhang Sheng put the fruits on and pulled the curtains on, and Xiao Qiao called him in the shower.

"Here!" Zhang Sheng went into the bathroom, took off his clothes, and looked back at the mirror. His face looked like a demon.

Xiao Qiao helped Zhang Sheng wipe his back, and the sound of water was clattering. The frosted glass in the shower blocked his eyes. Only two blurred figures could be seen from outside. Zhang Sheng raised his head and made sure that the sushi knife was still on the top of the water heater. If the things in the mirror could come out by themselves, he could only rely on this.

Xiao Qiao didn't wash her hair, and the two came out together and went back to the bedroom.

"What’s wrong with you?"

After getting into bed, Xiao Qiao found that Zhang Sheng was a little stiff. Zhang Sheng said let's change direction. Xiao Qiao didn't know why, but she took the pillow to the end of the bed as Zhang Sheng liked it.

Zhang Sheng looked up and could see the twisted face and hatred eyes in the dressing mirror.

"Speak softly, I didn't close the window." Zhang Sheng said in Xiao Qiao's ear.

"I don't care. Today..." Xiao Qiao's eyes were filled with water vapor, hazy. Zhang Sheng seemed to have become a different person, and she liked him even more.

It rained a little outside and it stopped quickly, then it went down again, and then stopped again, intermittently.

Xiao Qiao was soft on the bed and asked Zhang Sheng to peel the grapefruit for her.

Zhang Sheng sat by the bed, with a homemade short spear hidden under the bed, the data in his left eye floated, and the degree of world integration soared to 8.55%. He broke the peeled grapefruit and sent it to Xiao Qiao's mouth. Xiao Qiao refused to lie down and eat it, so he sat up. Her skin shone under the light, exuding the smell of youth.

"I'll leave later, don't stay up late, go to bed early." Xiao Qiao felt that Zhang Sheng was also exhausted.

"Well, I have to go to the unit to check in tomorrow."

Zhang Sheng's mind was filled with the daily routine of the magazine. He had to check in on Mondays and Fridays, otherwise he would be considered absent from work. No matter how late he was today, he had to go on time tomorrow. He didn't want to be promoted to the official position and was scolded by the editor.

In the night of Yanjing, the lights are filled with stars.

In the shelter of typhoon, the man in the windbreaker put down his empty wine bottle, stood up from his seat, and walked to the bathroom. After entering, he saw no one in front of the urinal. He used his hand to pull the door of the compartment. There were three squat seats in the bathroom. He looked inside from outside. The first one was left without a person, the second one was left without a person, and the third one was tied.

The man in the windbreaker looked at the height of the door, bent his knees slightly, and then jumped in like a spring.

In the compartment, the sound of bone friction and breaking was brief and crisp. After only a few seconds of struggle, blood flowed out from under the crack of the door.

After a while, the door opened, and the man in the windbreaker walked out and wiped the blood from his lips with a tissue, his expression as if he had just finished his meal. He folded the tissue again, put it in his pocket, and then pulled out an inverted cross from the collar and held it in his hand.

"Thank the Lord for the food I gave me, Amen."

His expression was solemn and full of ritual. After reciting the prayer, he stuffed the inverted cross back to the collar, and then he lowered his head and walked out. When his head was lowered, the shadow covered his face.

A girl came towards him and almost hit him. The blood-red light in the man in the windbreaker's eyes floated. When he heard someone calling the girl's name behind him, he hesitated for a moment before retracting his hand back to his sleeve and inserting it into his pocket.

"Ah! Sorry." The girl made way.

The man in the windbreaker took a deep breath and left the girl's smell in his mind.

Next time, today's communion is over.

At 9:50, Xiao Qiao was slow to put on her clothes. Zhang Sheng accompanied her to wash her face and went to the bathroom. The corners of the mouth in the mirror raised, as if she was crying.

Don't worry, Xiao Qiao will leave in a while, and midnight will soon be coming.

I will kill you, Xiao Qiao is mine.

Xiao Qiao carried his bag and Zhang Sheng took him downstairs. Xiao Qiao said you should go back, and Zhang Sheng insisted on watching her get in the car.

After leaving the community gate, several police cars whizzed past with sharp sirens. Xiao Qiao was surprised that this was a big case, otherwise there would not be so many cars, and there was one with only police signs and no paint.

The taxi arrived and parked on the side of the road. Zhang Sheng helped Xiao Qiao open the door: "Go to the dormitory and call me, don't send text messages."

"I understand, you go up too. It rains and it's cold outside."

"Yes." Zhang Sheng watched Xiao Qiao close the car door, lock the taxi light sign, and slowly drove away. He took out the cigarette box, tore open a hole, and pulled out one to stand on the side of the road.

The sirens were getting farther and farther away, and Zhang Sheng remembered the man in the windbreaker, whose face was covered with shadows, which was so dangerous that it was suffocating.

The things in the mirror are just crazy, Li Feiyan has a strong sense of oppression, while the man in the windbreaker is cold and cruel, and indifferent to life and beauty.

This kind of person is more dangerous than a madman. He is not a company supervisor or a Knight Templar. He should leave the positive things to others. He is not a saint, he is just a stolen man who came to the old world.

After smoking a cigarette, he went home, went into the room and looked at his cell phone. It was almost ten o'clock. Zhang Sheng adjusted the alarm clock, lay on the bed, and waited for midnight to come.

In the end of the wasteland, Zhang Sheng had never had a dream after his genetic transformation failed. It seemed that some organ in his mind had broken down. On the first day after the time travel, Zhang Sheng dreamed that when he was a child, it was snowing white in a cold city. His deceased parents were still there, he ran in the yard, and his mother called him to have a meal in the corridor on the second floor.

The snow was floating downward, from white to gray, like a wasteland world. Zhang Sheng looked up, and the door behind his mother was knocked open by a huge force. A ferocious head, the size of a wheel, was sharp and sharp, and bit it down.

don't want!

Zhang Sheng shouted hard, but his voice was held in his chest and could not be said.

He watched in pain as the monster bit off half of his mother's body, chewing it squeaked, and he seemed to be frozen in the yard, his body was out of control, and he could only watch.

Zhang Sheng suddenly sat up from the bed, and the alarm clock of his cell phone suddenly rang.

At 23:40, midnight is coming.

He felt a little uncomfortable, but Zhang Sheng didn't want to delay. He got out of bed, took the prepared things from the wardrobe, and took them to the small balcony of the kitchen.

Zhang Sheng first wrapped his feet with a bandage, put on football shoes, and tied the shoelaces tightly. Then he put on his sweatpants, put away his trousers, a short-sleeved T-shirt on the upper body, and a wool vest, and then put on a homemade protective vest. The bandage on the left hand forearm was wrapped above the elbow, and the homemade arm armor was tied outside.

Then I wore a cotton and linen jacket, buttoned cuffs, and a pair of wrist guards on the outside.

The wide cow belt with copper buckle was tied around the waist, and the homemade sickle was hung behind the waist, and the short spear did not move. Zhang Sheng was worried that the other party would have whatever he made. The short spear was too lethal and did not require much skill. It would be almost done if he stabbed into the body, so he could not appear in the mirror. His short spear was still wrapped in newspapers, and the sushi knife was tied to the outside of his thighs with a scabbard.

The hardwood sticks disassemble the newspaper, pour kerosene on the disinfectant cotton, wrap it with kitchen plastic wrap, and then wrap the newspaper back.

Put the exercise hairband on your head to avoid sweating when you turn back and sweat enter your eyes.

The refrigerator, TV and washing machine plugs were unplugged. Zhang Sheng brought all the things to the bathroom, turned around and closed the glass door, unplugged the water heater, and plugged the shock absorber into it. Zhang Sheng held the PC tube, and two long steel needles at the front end of the homemade shock absorber were protruding. He sat on a small plastic stool, looking at himself in the mirror.

The people in the mirror have distorted expressions, anger, hatred and pain all entangled.

The two of them looked at each other through the mirror, and time flowed every second, as if it was being infinitely stretched. Zhang Sheng suddenly spoke and said to the mirror: "I dreamed of my parents. In my hometown, my father turned into a monster, just like you.

Now, I am Zhang Sheng, you are just a shadow.

The work is mine, and Xiao Qiao is mine.

so……"

Zhang Sheng saw that the red handwriting changed - whether to challenge the current target, mirror demon Zhang Sheng, is extremely dangerous...

"Yes, so please die!"

Zhang Sheng stood up, holding a PC tube more than two meters long, and jumped up. The border of yesterday's situation expanded and merged with the mirror above the sink. The mirror disappeared, and Zhang Sheng dragged the wire behind him and rushed into the world in the mirror.

The Mirror Magic in the mirror was a beat slower than Zhang Sheng. He also used the Pc tube to stab Zhang Sheng's lower abdomen, and simply ignored Zhang Sheng's attack. Zhang Sheng's fighting instinct was all there, and he squatted down quickly, and the two stabbed each other. The steel needle on Zhang Sheng's Pc tube was inserted into the Mirror Magic's lower abdomen, and the steel needle of the Mirror Magic hit the plastic plate in Zhang Sheng's vest.

The current flashed and the arc was blue. The mirror demon's body bounced violently, and the originally twisted face swelled up, as if hundreds of pustules were bulging out. One head became so big, and the smell of fishy smell was so familiar.
Chapter completed!