I sell Coke in the doomsday

Seeing this, I rolled up the window again and moved my gaze to the driver's seat in front of me. I saw Tongtong lying on the steering wheel, sleeping soundly.

I rubbed my head and began to think back to my experiences in recent days.

After we left that familiar city, Tongtong said she wanted to try driving. After I taught her, she said this morning that she would let me rest for a while and she would drive.

So, when I fell asleep in the back seat, the idiot who was driving also fell asleep.

I shook my head and smiled bitterly, opened the car door, picked Tongtong up from the driver's seat, and gently placed her on the back seat.

When I picked up Tongtong, she opened her eyes a little confused and asked me.

"Have we reached the beach yet?"

I looked at Tongtong's confused look and spoke softly.

"Coming."

Tongtong was in my arms, groping around with her hands, and asked in a daze.

“Is it so cold at the beach?”

I took off my coat, covered Tongtong with it, and spoke softly.

"No, there is no winter in the sea."

Chapter 153: First Meeting

Tongtong was sleeping soundly like a child. After whispering a few words randomly, she fell into a deep sleep again.

I closed the car door gently, sat in the front driver's seat, closed the window, took out a cigarette from my pocket, put it to my lips, but didn't dare to light it.

As if deceiving myself, I sniffed the scent of tobacco. The smell was very light and hazy, but it gradually calmed me down.

I looked at the sleeping Tongtong through the rearview mirror, then took out a yellowed book and began to read it absent-mindedly.

It is hard to say that everything went smoothly. Since leaving that city, Tongtong has become sleepy and a little listless, but fortunately, other than that, there is nothing abnormal.

She was like a plant, and the city was her root. The closer she was to it, the stronger she became, and the farther away she was from it, the weaker she became.

This is an invisible confinement that prevents Tongtong and I from leaving the confinement of that city for a long time.

On the yellowed pages, the words gradually became reversed in my eyes. Each word became a little blurry and became strange in shape.

I sighed, put the book down, and rubbed my temples gently with my fingers.

This journey has indeed not been smooth.

Tongtong and I successively encountered humans blocking our way and groups of zombies.

Among them, zombies are the easiest to deal with. Once they have carefully confirmed Tongtong and me, they will leave uninterested. However, those humans who block the way will chase us relentlessly and refuse to let us go.

There are many reasons, but most of them are because of Tongtong.

In the end of the world, all desires are magnified. Without order, many surviving women become playthings.

Although it's a bit embarrassing to say it, Tongtong is indeed very beautiful. And unlike the surviving human women, her face is not as tanned and blackened as before, and she looks haggard because of the cold wind.

I have thought about many kinds of experiences, but being intercepted for such ridiculous reasons always makes me feel helpless.

As a last resort, I killed many humans again. When I saw their heads explode like balloons, I didn't feel any guilt or physical discomfort. It was just as normal and ordinary as eating and drinking water.

When I thought of this, I suddenly shook my head and smiled bitterly. If I really went back to the civilized era, I would probably be a hidden violent element.

Time always changes everything, nothing is an exception.

I closed the book and threw it on the passenger seat. The car's fuel was completely exhausted. This was the result of Tongtong driving while half asleep and half awake.

When she woke up, she walked to the city and found a new car.

I hid my pistol, sat in the driver's seat, and waited for time to pass slowly.

From early morning to dusk, the golden sunlight shines through the quiet village, pulling the shadows of the dead trees, moving slowly and silently.

During such a long time, I stayed awake and didn't dare to fall asleep.

Suddenly, two white arms reached out from behind and embraced my neck, and I heard Tongtong's somewhat lazy voice.

"Good morning."

I looked back at Tongtong, only to see that she was sleepy, with her long black hair a little messy, as if she had just woken up. I reached out and held Tongtong's hand, and complained softly.

"You look like you're trying to strangle me."

As soon as she finished speaking, Tongtong's hands really tightened a little, and she pretended to strangle me, but then she slowed down and let her arms hang down lazily.

"Is that so? It feels like it would be quite interesting. Can you let me take a sip?"

“It feels very relaxing.”

I curled my lips slightly and replied.

“I don’t feel relieved at all.”

As she spoke, Tongtong poked her little head out, looked at the setting sun, and said in a daze.

"Is it just daybreak?"

I stretched out my hand, tapped her forehead with my fingers, and said with a helpless smile.

"It's evening, not morning."

Tongtong responded in a daze, then glanced and saw the book on the passenger seat. Her eyes lit up, and like a worm, she squirmed, crawled half of her body out, and reached out to grab the book.

“It’s a book I haven’t read!”

Tongtong cheered in surprise and turned the book over and over again. But when she saw the title of the book, she frowned and read it in surprise.

""Mr. Gao Qiu, a Prankster""

"Why does this name sound weird?"

In fact, I also think this name is weird, but after sighing, Tongtong continued to pick up the book happily and read it carefully.

Sometimes, Tongtong's studious nature makes me feel ashamed. She loves reading, so when I set out, I not only brought a lot of ammunition, but also a lot of books.

After each walk, I would take out a book and give it to Tongtong as a reward.

Tongtong held the strange novel and read it seriously, while asking softly.

"Big idiot, the car seems to be out of gas."

I looked at this self-righteous instigator, feeling quite helpless. I snapped my fingers at her without any courtesy and said unhappily.

"Don't touch the car anymore."

Tongtong raised her head when she heard that, looked at me with aggrieved look, and gritted her teeth, as if she would pounce on me and bite me at any time.

This reaction belongs to An's part, but it seems to have been suppressed for too long. Tongtong now often acts like a child. She is naughty, jealous, and also acts like a spoiled child to me.

But sometimes, she would be as quiet as a night-blooming cereus, looking at me quietly, just like she was at the beginning, gentle and beautiful.

Every time that happens, I feel like a piece of my heart is missing, and I feel inexplicably heartbroken.

As the sun was about to set, I opened the car door and said to Tongtong.

"There seems to be a human settlement nearby. A fool came here before. Let's follow the footprints and go find them to ask about the situation."

"Find out where the nearest city is, then walk to the city, find a new car, and find some new gas."

Tongtong held the book like some precious treasure and followed me out of the car. I opened the trunk, where there was a box of bullets and a box of various books I brought with me.

Because of the hidden dangers of my mimicry ability, I generally don't use it now, so my physical strength is only slightly stronger than that of ordinary people. Therefore, the heavier box of ammunition was carried by Tongtong, who can easily lift a car.

This makes me look like a scumbag, a Zhou Baopi, and Tongtong is a maid who is ordered around by me, a silly girl who is being pua by me.

Tongtong held the box of ammunition in one hand, looked at the box of books eagerly, and said reluctantly.

"Can I take that box of books with me?"

After saying that, Tongtong paused and then added deliberately.

"I'm very strong."

I shook my head and explained.

"No, you're a girl carrying two boxes so heavy, it'll scare people."

Hearing this, Tongtong did not refute anything, but her eyes dimmed and her disappointment was obvious.

I sighed, hugged the box of books in my arms, and said helplessly.

"I won't scare anyone by carrying this box."

Tongtong's eyebrows immediately lit up with joy. If her hands were not occupying the space, I have no doubt that she would rush over and give me a hug.

I just don't know if she will use too much force and crush my bones when hugging me.

The footprints on the snow are still clearly visible. I thought of that silly boy and couldn't help laughing. While walking with Tongtong, I told her the story of that boy.

After hearing this, Tongtong squinted her eyes and smiled, kicking the snow under her feet happily while laughing without any restraint.

Above the snow, the only sounds left were the sounds of Tongtong and I chatting.

"Hahaha, Jasmine... this is actually a boy's name."

"Hey, Jasmine, Li Qiye."

"You and that child have a great affinity."

"No, no, no, my name is Su Li now,"

"But your real name is Mo Li. Su Li is a pseudonym, but it's almost the same as your real name now."

"No, at least my name, Mo Li, is normal."

"Well, it actually has a semi-literary flavor."

"Damn it, I can't even argue with that."

While we were chatting along the way, no zombies appeared. This was a very abnormal sign, but I had Tongtong, a bodyguard who was so powerful that he was abnormal, so I was not too worried.

Following the footprints on the ground, Tongtong and I came to a low wall, and the footprints stopped there.

I looked at the brick wall in front of me, then at the half-open door not far away, and felt a little confused.

Why go in through the wall? There's no need.

I thought about it and gently pushed the door open with my foot, then looked down at the marks inside the door.

Although this courtyard is a bit old, the space inside the yard is very spacious. The slightly old rooms only look that way because no one has cleaned them for a long time.

Tongtong held the box of ammunition, squatted down, looked at it carefully for a moment, and then spoke softly.

"The thickness of the snow here is a little strange. There must be something buried underneath."

Hearing this, I looked around and saw that the snow at the door was indeed a bit bumpy, unlike the flat side where the footprints were.

Hitomi blinked her beautiful eyes, stood up and said with certainty.

"Simple trap."

"There's either a hole under the snow or a trap."

I haven't seen Tongtong so smart for a long time. I couldn't help but laugh and asked.

"Why can't it be a more powerful mine?"

Tongtong looked at me very proudly, as if I really didn't know the answer, and said in a condescending manner.

"It's simple. The few waves of people we killed the day before yesterday only had a few guns in their hands, and they were reluctant to fire them."

"There are definitely very few guns in this area, so how could there be something like a landmine?"

I nodded in agreement and looked at the unusual distance of the ground. With Tongtong's body, she could hold me and jump over easily, but that was a little too abnormal.

After a little thought, I shouted into the yard.

"Jasmine, I'm here."

I believe that this small place also has someone responsible for monitoring the gate, and they should have seen me when I kicked the gate open.

As soon as he finished speaking, the door in the middle of the courtyard was gently pushed open, and a head appeared from inside. It was the silly Jasmine.

Jasmine glanced at me and then smiled. Then her eyes wandered and fell on Tongtong beside her, and she was a little stunned.

When they met before, this silly boy obviously didn’t see Tongtong, so he looked a little surprised.