Chapter 267 You Are Easy to Be Bullied Just by Looking

The girl was young, probably about fifteen or sixteen years old, and the black-rimmed glasses she was wearing were wrapped several times with white tape.

Her frightened appearance gave Ling Mo the impression that she was a rabbit. If her eye circles were redder, she would look more like a rabbit...

"Do I look like a zombie?"

Ling Mo motioned for her to raise both hands, then walked over to take the steel fork from her.

This steel fork is completely self-made, and its lethality is not enough, but it is still very effective with the flamethrower.

"Ah...no, almost no strangers come here, so I...sorry..."

The girl watched helplessly as her weapon was taken away, and even the sprinkler she was carrying was taken off.

"What's in it?"

Curiously, Ling Mo held the nozzle and pressed it, and felt a "click", and a burst of flames spewed out immediately: "This thing is quite interesting. Is there a smaller one?"

He glanced at the girl and asked.

This flamethrower works well, but its disadvantages are also obvious, and it is not convenient to carry.

If it can be made as thick as a small light tube, it can basically be used as a simple incendiary bomb, and the effect is better than that of a beer bottle.

"I...I also want to make it smaller...but there are not enough materials..."

The girl looked down nervously at the blade lying across her neck, and said tremblingly.

"Sister, let her go."

This girl is just an ordinary person, without weapons and equipment, she is not threatening at all.

Li Yalin smiled slightly, blew into her ear by the way, and slowly moved the blade away.

The girl suddenly went limp. The cheeks also became a little red. But being 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, which made her feel the existence of the blade on her neck. Without actually breaking her skin.

"You made this thing?" Ling Mo asked in surprise.

The girl glanced at Ling Mo nervously, then nodded vigorously: "Yes."

"Where are those traps..." Ling Mo asked again.

The girl put her legs together and rubbed her hands: "It's me too..."

Ling Mo's gaze towards the girl suddenly became full of curiosity and surprise.

This girl... is so smart!

But compared to high IQ. When she talks to people, she seems too nervous.

Even if you haven't communicated with strangers for a long time, it probably won't be like this. This is purely a matter of natural personality.

The girl quietly looked at Ling Mo and the others curiously, and asked in a low voice, "Why did you come here?"

"Looking for someone. Do you know Zhang Teng?"

The girl shook her head and asked back, "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 girl looked at Ling Mo in surprise, and then revealed a look of sudden realization, "Why don't you ask...ask Teacher Pei! She lived here before."

Ling Mo actually didn't want to have too much contact with those survivors, but the girl in glasses couldn't even speak smoothly...

And after asking.

Ling Mo also learned that most of the survivors were not in the building. Only a few people are responsible for staying and guarding.

She is one of them. The other two were a woman she called Teacher Pei, and an old man surnamed Zhu.

She couldn't even name many survivors, let alone know the names of their parents.

"What's on your mind every day?" Ling Mo couldn't help asking.

The girl with glasses thought about it blankly. Then he said: "How to make more traps, and... endorsement. The ones I learned before..."

"...Sister, you can't do this."

The base camp of this group is not on the 18th floor, which saves a lot of time climbing stairs.

The higher you go, the more traps there are. It can be seen that it took a lot of thought.

It is not easy to make these things with limited materials.

Ling Mo praised her a few words casually, but the girl was terrified.

"I...others scold me for making such a mess." The girl waved her hand and said, "Stop praising me..."

"Who said that to you?"

Ling Mo was a little surprised. With these things, at least many survivors could be saved. Will you be scolded for this?

But seeing the girl's flustered expression, Ling Mo almost understood.

She looks so easy to bully, so honest, yet so timid...

Even Ling Mo couldn't help teasing her: "Just take me up like this, aren't you afraid that I'm here to rob you?"

The girl gave Ling Mo a surprised look, and said, "You didn't kill me just now. If you robbed me, you would have killed me."

Simple thinking is really scary... Ling Mo suddenly felt ashamed.

"It's here."

While speaking, she had brought Ling Mo and his party to a residence on the ninth floor.

Pointing to a small room full of various parts and tools, she said excitedly, "This is my room."

"Where do you sleep?" Ling Mo couldn't help asking, looking at the parts all over the place.

"Ah? I usually fall asleep with the quilt in my arms." The girl pointed to a chair and said.

There are quite a lot of things piled up in the living room, mainly bottled water, and less food. There are also some messy reserves.

Except for those traps, I didn't see any other precautions along the way. It seems that what the girl said at the beginning is also true.

Unless they ran in on purpose, ordinary survivors would never notice it.

But the Pei Fenghong and the old man Zhu she mentioned were nowhere to be seen at all.

The girls in glasses moved to open the door suspiciously, but at this moment Ling Mo heard a vaguely familiar voice coming from behind the door of a bedroom.

"Where's Teacher Pei?"

The girl with glasses had already walked to the door. As soon as Ling Mo yelled "Don't open it", she had already twisted the doorknob and pushed the door open.

After two seconds of silence, a scream rang out, followed by a woman's scolding: "Li Wei! Didn't you not be allowed to come up during the day!"

Then a black shadow directly hit Li Wei from inside the room, she was completely stunned by the scene inside the room, she didn't even know to dodge at all.

It was Ling Mo who pulled her over, and the black shadow flew close to her ear and fell to the floor.

"Bang!"

The stainless steel water cup fell on the tiles, making a crisp sound.

Immediately afterwards, a woman came out angrily from the house.

She was wearing a nightgown, half of her shoulders were still exposed, and the bottom of her thighs could even be seen from the slit below.

Her disheveled hair and her spring-like complexion suggested that she had just been interrupted from some strenuous exercise.

It could be seen that she originally planned to rush out to yell at her, but what she didn't expect was that there would be four more strangers in the room.

For a while, she opened her mouth, and was stunned in place, and it took a long time to come back to her senses.

"You... who are you?"

Li Wei explained: "They are here to find someone..."

The woman surnamed Pei glared at Li Wei, then looked at Ling Mo vigilantly, paying special 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 her leg slit jokingly, and said.

The woman surnamed Pei quickly pulled up her nightgown, and looked at Ling Mo in surprise: "Do you know Zhang Er?"

Zhang Er... This should be the name of Zhang Teng's son.

Ling Mo nodded. Just as he was about to speak, another half-bald man about fifty years old walked out of the room.

His expression was also very upset at this time, and it is estimated that anyone who was interrupted at that time would not feel comfortable.

"Pei Fenghong, who are they?"

As soon as the man came out, he frowned and asked.

His gaze only stayed on Ling Mo for a moment, and then quickly focused on the third daughter Ye Lian, and his cloudy eyes immediately lit up.

This expression made Ling Mo suddenly angry.

"Where are you looking?" Ling Mo asked.

The man was staring at Ye Lian's face, and was taken aback when he heard this.

He noticed the Tang Dao in Ling Mo's hand, and his eyes narrowed a little.

However, the pent-up anger still made him blurt out: "Isn't it just for people to see?"

ps: The fever is quite severe, and the update may be unstable during this period, so I apologize here. The weather is hot and cold, everyone should pay attention to add clothes, don't catch a cold like me. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to () to vote, monthly ticket, your support is the author's greatest motivation.)