The girl was young, probably 15 or 16 years old. Her black-rimmed glasses were wrapped several times with white tape.
Her frightened look gave Ling Mo the impression that she was a rabbit. If her eyes were a little redder, she would look even more like a rabbit …
"Do I look like a zombie?"
Ling Mo motioned for her to raise both her hands, and then walked over to take the steel fork in her hand.
This steel fork was completely self-made, so it wasn't lethal, but it was still very effective when used with a flamethrower.
"Ah … no, there are basically no strangers here, so I … I'm sorry …"
The girl could only watch as her weapon was taken away, and even the sprayer on her back was taken away.
"What's in it?"
Ling Mo curiously pressed the nozzle and felt a "click" sound. A flame immediately sprayed out: "This thing is quite interesting. Is there a smaller one? "
He looked at the girl and asked.
The effect of this flamethrower was good, but the disadvantage was obvious: it was not convenient to carry around.
If he could make it as thick as a small lamp, it could basically be used as a simple incendiary bomb, and the effect would be better than a beer bottle.
"I … I also want to make it smaller … but I don't have enough materials …"
The girl nervously looked down at the blade in front of her neck, and said while trembling.
"Senior, let her go."
This girl was just an ordinary person, without weapons and equipment, she was no longer a threat.
Li Yalin smiled slightly, and at the same time, blew into her ear, and slowly moved the blade away.
The girl suddenly felt weak, and her cheeks became a little red. But to be able to regain her freedom, she seemed very excited, and even raised her hand to touch her neck.
Li Yalin's strength was very precise, not only letting her feel the existence of the blade on her neck, but also not really cutting her skin.
"This thing was made by you?" Ling Mo asked with some surprise.
The girl nervously looked at Ling Mo, and then nodded: "Yes."
"Those traps …" Ling Mo asked again.
The girl closed her legs and rubbed her hands together. "Me too …"
The way Ling Mo looked at the girl suddenly became full of curiosity and astonishment.
This girl … was so smart!
However, compared to her high IQ, she appeared to be too nervous when talking to others.
Even if he hadn't interacted with strangers for a long time, he probably wouldn't act like this. This was purely a matter of innate personality.
The girl looked curiously at Ling Mo and the others and asked in a low voice, "Why are you here?"
"I'm looking for someone. You know Zhang Teng? "
The girl shook her head and asked, "Did you come here specifically to find him?"
"Not really. I'm here to find his son," Ling Mo said.
"But it's very dangerous outside." The young girl looked at Ling Mo in surprise, and then revealed a look of sudden realization. "Why don't we ask … ask Teacher Pei! She used to live here. "
Ling Mo actually didn't want to have too much contact with the survivors, but the girl in glasses in front of him couldn't even speak fluently …
And after asking, Ling Mo also learned that most of the survivors weren't in the building, only a few people were responsible for guarding.
She was one of them. The other two were the woman she called Teacher Pei and an old man with the surname Zhu.
She couldn't even remember the names of many of the survivors, let alone know the names of their parents.
"What are you thinking about every day?" Ling Mo couldn't help but ask.
The girl thought blankly, then said: "How to make more traps, and … memorizing, the things I learned before …"
"… Girl, you can't do this."
The base camp of this group wasn't on the 18th floor, so it saved a lot of time climbing the stairs.
The higher they went, the more traps there were. It seemed that they had put in a lot of effort.
It was not easy to make these things with limited materials.
Ling Mo casually praised her, but he didn't expect the girl to be so scared.
"I … Everyone scolded me for only knowing how to make these messy things." The girl waved her hand and said, "Don't praise me anymore …"
"Who said that to you?"
Ling Mo was a little surprised. To be able to make these things, at least they could save a lot of survivors. How could she be scolded like this?
But looking at the girl's panicked expression, Ling Mo more or less understood.
She looked too easy to bully, so honest, and so timid …
Even Ling Mo couldn't help but tease her: "You brought me up like this, aren't you afraid that I'm here to rob you?"
The girl looked at Ling Mo with surprise, then said: "You didn't kill me just now. If it was a robbery, you would have killed me. "
Simple thinking was really scary … Ling Mo suddenly felt a little ashamed.
"It's here."
While talking, she had already brought Ling Mo and the others to a house on the 9th floor.
She pointed to a small room full of all kinds of parts and tools, and said with some excitement: "This is my room."
"Where do you sleep?" Ling Mo looked at the parts all over the floor and couldn't help but ask.
"Ah? I usually hug the quilt to sleep. "The girl pointed to a chair and said.
There were still a lot of things in the living room, mainly bottled water, and relatively less food. In addition, there were some messy supplies.
Apart from those traps, there were no other defensive measures along the way. It seemed that what the girl said at the beginning was also the truth.
Unless they deliberately ran in, ordinary survivors would never notice this place.
But the Pei Fenghong and that old man Zhu she mentioned were nowhere to be seen.
The bespectacled girl went to open the door to check. At this time, Ling Mo heard a faintly discernible, very familiar voice coming from the bedroom door.
"Where's Teacher Pei?"
The bespectacled girl had already walked in front of the door. Just as Ling Mo shouted "Don't open", she had already twisted the door handle and pushed the door open.
After two seconds of silence, there was immediately a scream, followed by a woman's scolding: "Li Wei! Didn't I tell you not to come up during the day! "
Then a black shadow directly hit Li Wei from the inside of the house. She was completely shocked by the scene in the house and didn't even know to dodge.
It was Ling Mo who pulled her over. The black shadow flew close to her ear and fell on the floor.
"Clang!"
The stainless steel cup fell on the tile and made a crisp sound.
Immediately after, a woman angrily walked out of the house.
She was wearing a nightgown, half of her shoulder was still exposed, and the bottom of her thigh could be vaguely seen from the slit below.
Her messy hair and still flushed face showed that she had just been interrupted from some strenuous exercise.
It could be seen that she had originally planned to rush out and scold them, but she didn't expect that there would be four strangers in the house.
For a moment, she opened her mouth and was stunned on the spot. It took a while for her to recover.
"You … Who are you?"
Li Wei explained: "They are looking for someone …"
The woman surnamed Pei glared at Li Wei, then looked at Ling Mo warily, especially paying attention to the various weapons in their hands: "Who are you looking for?"
"Zhang Teng's son. Just ask if he is still alive."
Ling Mo glanced at the gap between her legs playfully and said.
The woman surnamed Pei hurriedly pulled up the nightgown and looked at Ling Mo in surprise: "You know Zhang Er?"
Zhang Er … This should be the name of Zhang Teng's son.
Ling Mo nodded and was about to speak when a half-bald man about 50 years old walked out of the house.
His expression was also very unhappy at this time. Anyone who was interrupted at that time would probably not feel comfortable.
"Pei Fenghong, who are they?"
As soon as the man walked out, he asked with a frown.
His gaze only stopped on Ling Mo for a moment, then quickly focused on Ye Lian and the other two women. His pair of turbid eyes immediately lit up.
This expression made Ling Mo suddenly feel a trace of anger.
"Where are you looking?" Ling Mo asked.
The man was staring at Ye Lian's face and was stunned when he heard this.
He noticed the Tang knife in Ling Mo's hand, and his gaze became a little more restrained.
However, his suppressed anger still made him blurt out: "Isn't it for people to look at?"
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