C44 (1/2)
My whole body shivered, and when I looked at Lv again, he looked like a dead mother. Although we have not known Lv for long, the troubles and tribulations that we have gone through in a month are much deeper than the casual friendship we had with Lv for dozens of years. Although he usually doesn't like to talk, he is the most reliable at critical moments. Perhaps it's because of his many years of experience in the martial arts world, but in dangerous moments he's always more composed than anyone else. I've never seen someone lose his composure like this before.
”Maybe he got bitten when he opened the door?” I thought about how he was pounced on by the Zombie just now, how he held onto the Zombie's neck and matched up with it. ”What do we do now?” I asked, rubbing my head.
San Mao pondered for a moment, then smacked his lips: ”Call him out first, let's ask him first, there are other people here, it might cause panic.”
I looked in and saw that the three people from Ren were still hugging each other crying loudly. Dazzling Spring, Uncle Feng and Yang Yufan were also sitting together with their heads hanging down, looking gloomy and foggy. I wondered what these people would do if they went in and said that one of us had been bitten.
So I nodded towards San Mao and said, ”Then I'll call him out and you find a room.”
San Mao looked around, then pointed to the only opaque wooden door at the end of the corridor and said: ”It's there.”
I looked up. There was a nameplate on the door — General Manager's Room.
I casually made up an excuse to ask Lv to come out, but he didn't suspect anything at all. In fact, he was in a daze, as if he didn't understand what I was saying at all.
I opened the door to the general manager's room, and called Lv in. San Mao was standing at the door, and just as I closed it, he grabbed Lv by the collar and pushed him against the wall.
”Did you get f * cking bitten?” San Mao growled.
”Ah?” ”What?” Lv seemed to not know what San Mao was asking, and asked in fear and astonishment.
I sighed to myself. We've seen this kind of thing a lot since the crisis broke out. Almost all of the people who were bitten tried to cover it up at first, then denied it, pretended to be wronged, and then revealed the evidence — the bite marks — and then begged … Everyone thinks they are special. They think they can't transform even if they are bitten. But we've never seen an exception.
”Stop f * cking pretending!” San Mao tore Lv's clothes, ”We saw it all!”
”See what?” Lv pushed his hands away to the left and right to block San Mao's movements, and his voice suddenly grew louder: ”Don't f * cking accuse people wrongly! When was I bitten? ”
San Mao glanced at me, as if he was saying that the show had started again. I sighed, walked over and grabbed onto one of Lv's arms, and said gently: ”Alright, Lv, just bite me, and I'll bite you. Anyways, there will be a day for everyone here, brothers, let's send you on your way first, so that you won't become a wandering ghost like that ….”
Hearing my words, Lv flew into a rage, and suddenly flung my hand away and roared loudly: ”F * ck your mother! I will take it off for you to see! ” He took off his T-shirt a few times and threw it hard on the ground. Then he unbuckled his belt and pulled off his pants and kicked with one foot, kicking the pants away from him and spreading his arms.
”Come! Come and see! Oh yes, and here, the Zombie has bitten my butt! ” As he spoke, he took off his underwear and threw it on the sofa behind him.