I go north, you go south

At this time, the heavy windbreaker on Ling Bei's body was already covered with blood.For a while, Nan Zishu couldn't tell how much he was injured.

They barely hid behind the wooden door, and Nan Zishu piled up the steel pipes on the side again.The two finally had a chance to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Shu Shu...your hand..."

Ling Bei, whose consciousness was on the verge of coma, grabbed Nan Zishu's hand that was still confirming the position of the steel pipe, and lightly brushed her bloody fingertips: "Does it hurt?"

As soon as Nan Zishu raised his head, he met his eyes that were still shining like stars in the darkness.

She smiled equally brightly in an instant: "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt at all."

"Little liar." Ling Bei raised his hand to stroke her hair.

Nan Zishu couldn't see his expression clearly at the moment, but he could hear his endless tenderness and distress in his tone: "There is such a deep blood stain on the concrete wall, how could it not hurt?"

"You know!?" Nan Zishu was startled.

"Otherwise, how do you think I found it?" Ling Bei gently wrapped Nan Zishu's injured fingertips into his palm: "I supported the wall all the way out, but I could always feel a scratched line on the wall. Fine marks. And... fresh blood."

Ling Bei didn't dare to use his hand holding her fingertips: "Why don't you feel sorry for yourself?"

"I want you to find me." Nan Zishu said truthfully.

But Ling Bei smiled helplessly: "Didn't I tell you to leave me alone? I always have a way."

"Aren't you afraid that those people will catch up?"

"I..." Nan Zishu hesitated for a moment, then turned around and began to move the steel pipes against the door.

"What are you doing!?" Ling Bei hurriedly pulled back her hand: "What are you doing with your fingertips hurt like this?"

"Do you still want your hand? How can a girl destroy her hand like this?" Ling Bei frowned, and wrapped Nan Zishu's hand firmly in his palm again: "Shu Shu, don't forget Yes, you are a designer. Your hands must be in good shape."

"Promise me, don't ignore me like this again."

"But." Nan Zishu looked at the wooden door with some anxiety, which might be broken open by those outside at any time.

I only heard Ling Bei who was close at hand chuckled, but his voice became weaker and weaker: "Don't worry, I have erased all the scratches on the wall."

Nan Zishu felt that the tears he had just held back had the urge to break the embankment again.

"Shu Shu."

Ling Bei, who hadn't noticed Nan Zishu's emotion in time, sat up straight with difficulty, and held the girl's thin arm in the dark: "Look there, there is an air vent."

Nan Zishu subconsciously looked at the only light source in the room.

It was hidden at the corner at the end of the warehouse, a small window inside a concrete pillar.It is also the only existence in the entire warehouse that can communicate with the outside world.

The window is small, and there is a window net blocking the outside.The light that seeps in from there is only very little.

If Ling Bei hadn't mentioned it, Nan Zishu wouldn't have noticed that there was such a small window in this room for a while.

It's just that this small window is at the top of the room, and it is at least two meters high by visual inspection.And this warehouse is full of discarded steel pipes, and there are no tools for people to climb up and down.

unless
"Shu Shu, I'll carry you up later."

As he spoke, Ling Bei trembled and wanted to stand up.

But he didn't know whether it was because of the high fever or the serious injury, but he just fell straight down.