After the man finished speaking, he pulled the sack up again.
But what the man didn't see was that the "monkey" lying in the sack secretly opened his eyes before the sack was pulled up.
He looked at Fatty Peng with pleading eyes.
As soon as Fatty Peng saw it, his trembling hands nervously grabbed Zhou Bai's arm.
But Zhou Bai's gaze fell on the corner of "Monkey's" mouth.
There, you can still see some obvious blood stains on his long yellow hair.
Zhou Bai's eyes darkened.
Then he saw the sacks being tied up again, and a man put the sacks on his shoulders and walked away quickly.
Looking at the backs of those people leaving, Fatty Peng asked anxiously in a low voice: "What should we do, Brother Bai?"
Fatty Peng clenched his hands into fists and looked at them anxiously, but he didn't know what he should do.
Zhou Bai turned to look at his appearance and sighed.
He took out his pocket watch and roughly estimated the time.
Then he said to him: "Let's go, let's follow and have a look."
When Fatty Peng heard this, he immediately looked at Zhou Bai with stars in his eyes.
"Then should I hold a knife or a gun?
I’ve never done anything to save someone before, so I’m so nervous.”
Zhou Bai shook his head helplessly.
"Don't take anything, don't say anything, just follow them quietly."
Fatty Peng quickly shut his mouth, turned his head, and nodded heavily to Zhou Bai.
Zhou Bai also didn't take any weapons and followed quickly.
After seeing their figures again, he kept a close distance and followed them quietly.
Zhou Bai and Fatty Peng, led by them, arrived near a dilapidated processing factory.
As soon as they arrived near the processing plant, they saw the "little mouse" they had seen before, squatting next to a side door of the processing plant.
The "little mouse" will have a thick bandage wrapped around its head.
The expression on his face was not very happy, and he was scribbling boringly on the ground with his hands.
The man carrying the sack walked towards him.
He patted the sack on his shoulder with one hand, raised his eyebrows at the "little mouse", and showed off the "things" he had brought.
"Look, what have I brought?
This is definitely a good product you want."
The "little mouse" lazily stood up from the ground.
He walked up to the bag of "goods" without any hope, opened the sack, and exposed a head covered with yellow hair outside the sack.
After the "little mouse" saw the "goods" brought by the other party, he jumped up from the ground with excitement.
Then he hurriedly rushed into the processing plant, shouting as he ran inside.
“Caught! Caught!
Come out and take a look."
Zhou Bai took Fatty Peng and hid in a corner.
Seeing the "little mouse" running into the processing plant, he moved his position and approached the processing plant. He found a stained window and looked inside through the window.
Inside the processing plant, several people heard the cry of "little mouse" and ran out of the room quickly.
Just outside the door of the processing factory, the few people who came to deliver "goods" also came over dragging sacks.
Fatty Peng's eyes followed the movement of the sack.
But Zhou Bai's eyes were not on them.
Instead, he looked past them and towards another gate not far away.
At that gate, people were being carried in one after another.
Most of those people were bleeding with blood.
Their bloody wounds were mixed with charred pieces of clothing, and the scene looked very horrifying.
Zhou Bai stared at them and couldn't help but move, looking for a window where he could see them clearly, and slowly moved his position.
Fatty Peng still felt that Zhou Bai was here to save the "monkey".
Seeing that he was getting further and further away from the rescue target, he looked a little puzzled, but he still followed him without saying a word.
As they got closer to the other gate, Zhou Bai could see the injured people more clearly.
Most of their limbs were missing.
Moreover, most of the areas around the wounds were a little burnt.
It doesn't look like a wound caused by an ordinary sharp weapon or a fight with someone.
It's more like... being injured by explosives?
As soon as this idea popped into Zhou Bai's mind, he felt cold sweat begin to break out on his forehead.
In such a nearly collapsed city, where could there be explosives?
Zhou Bai remembered what the mother and son had just said.
"No, I don't want to leave the city. Please spare me. I don't want to go out."
"Let my son go, let him go, you can't let him die."
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Don't want to leave the city?
Assume that the old woman's son's final destination is also here.
So their two sentences are somewhat consistent with the wounds on the people in front of them?
These injured people were carried inside like scrapped machines and thrown into a corner casually.
Some hungry animals were already waiting there.
They select those "scrapped machines" like goods.
When you pick something, you "disassemble" the useful parts and pack them away.
The whole process was very smooth and smooth, and it looked like they had gone through something like this countless times.
Hearing the cries of pain coming from the window, Fatty Peng was so frightened that his legs went weak.
The veins on Zhou Bai's forehead were pulsing, and cold sweat broke out on his palms.
On the other side, the "monkey" had been pressed down by several people and sent into a small room.
Fatty Peng's eyes followed his figure, and he became anxious.
From the corner of his eye, Zhou Bai glanced at the location of the "monkey".
Then he took a deep breath, continued to force himself, and looked at the bloody scenes in front of him again.
His eyes swept over all the living creatures in this corner one by one.
When he saw a figure sitting quietly in the corner, he felt something was wrong and quickly looked at him again.
It was a young man wearing red clothes with no mutant features on his body.
He sat leisurely on the recliner and looked at the "animals" who were carving up the "scrap machines" with a satisfied smile on his face.
That smile looks like he is admiring a beautiful work.
Zhou Bai paused, then reached for his pocket watch and slowly raised it to the window.
Tilt the mirror to find the location of the red figure.
The image in the mirror changed with the movement of Zhou Bai's wrist.
When the corner where the man in red was was entered the mirror, Zhou Bai could only see a swaying recliner in the mirror.
And the man in red had no trace of him at all.
When Zhou Bai saw this, his heart skipped a beat.
Taking a deep breath, he slowly looked away from the mirror and continued to look at that corner.
At this moment, the man in red appeared in front of Zhou Bai again.
Moreover, he turned his head and looked at Zhou Bai coldly.