The rising sun rises and steams the dew drops between the leaves of the hay.

In the shooting range.

Bai Latte looked at the bullet in his hand that was still squirming.

“There is only one.

"How to try?"

After thinking for a long time, he loaded the bullet into the revolver.

When I came to the chicken pen, I saw chickens inside, walking leisurely, pecking at the grass seeds on the ground.

[Bullet Time], turn on!

Suddenly, the chicken's movements slowed down in his sight.

Raise your gun and aim at a chicken.

Pull the hammer and pull the trigger.

Bang!

After hitting it, you can see the bullet from the top and knock it down and stop!

The chicken blood is flying!

but!

Its body suddenly grew green hair?

Clusters, pieces, green fluff emerged from under the chicken feathers, flooding the chicken feathers and covering the chicken's body, head, and even claws!

In a moment, the whole chicken was wrapped into a huge green-haired ball.

[Bullet Time] Release.

In the chicken pen, the other chickens had just reacted, "Geeh, geeh, geeh, geeh, geeh, geeh, geeh, geeh, geeh, geeh, geeh, geeh, geeh, geeh, geeh, geeh, geeh, geeh, geeh, geeh, geeh, geeh, geeh, geeh, geeh, geeh, geeh, geeh,

Outside the chicken pen, the white latte was also stunned.

"This bullet is indeed a bit weird."

He entered the chicken pen, carefully tested it, and took out the huge green-haired ball.

Put it on the ground and observe carefully.

"This...is not green hair, is it wicker?"

That's right, it's curved, green and thin, it's a vine!

"Pull the ball apart and see how the chicken inside is doing."

The white latte is not dirty or afraid of being disgusted. It is careful and tentative.

But no matter how you pick it up, in this complicated ball of vine, only chicken feathers, chicken bones, no skin, no flesh, and no blood. There was a little vine, bright red, and it looked like it was full of blood.

So...

"The whole chicken becomes a nutrient for the growth of vines?

"Once you are hit by this bullet, the whole chicken will turn into nutrients for the growth of the vine and be absorbed by the vine?

"The chicken was hit, so the outcome was.

"Where is that person?"

The white latte sucked in the air conditioner.

This bullet is very scary and creepy!

...

In a dilapidated building.

Zhang Xiaoqiang untied a secret letter from the pigeon's legs, unfolded it, and read it carefully.

“Hmm?

“The formula has been developed?

"Do you want to go and add medicine to Fujita's water well?"

Zhang Xiaoqiang frowned.

The tasks given by the teacher are not easy to do.

There are guardians in Fujita and guardian dogs patrolling, so it is difficult for strangers to get in. Besides, in such a big Fujita, he doesn’t even know where the well is, and he can’t find it. How can he apply medicine?

Zhang Xiaoqiang's test tube fingers made a crisp "ding bell" sound, frowning.

"Oh, there's a way!"

...

noon.

The vine garbage dump, the sun is a bit dazzling.

White Latte holds an umbrella and sits on a lounge chair, reading novels while helping the Infinite Refill to create bullets.

That kind of "wrinkled vine bullet" is too perverted!

Some more must be done.

Nowadays, this huge vine garbage dump and endless abandoned vines are like a lottery card pool for the white latte.

The vast majority of the draws are garbage vine bullets without attributes.

But occasionally, you can draw a "wrinkled vine bullet".

"Anyway, I don't have any money, just try to get it."

...

In the night sky, stars are twinkling, and the wind blows in the flowing clouds.

Zhang Xiaoqiang quietly touched a residential building.

In this building, everyone lives in Fujita farmers.

He casually searched for a family, rummaged through the window, and quietly found the sleeping farmer.

I confirmed that this family is a bachelor and sleeps alone in bed.

Zhang Xiaoqiang stretched out his index finger, or the test tube at the index finger, and stuffed the test tube into the mouth of the sleeping farmer.

There is a medicine in this test tube called "Dream Spit True".

"Fujita's well distribution, are you familiar with it?"

The sleeping farmer really started talking to his sleep.

"I'm not familiar with it."

"Who works in the well? Tell me their door number."

The sleeping farmer hesitated for a moment, as if he was thinking hard and recalling hard. Then he started talking to his sleep.

“The second floor…the easternmost end…

“Second floor…208…

"The third floor...301...is not in the well..."

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked dark. Why did this dog thief like to breathe heavily when he talks in his sleep?

He patiently listened slowly and remembered the address of the water well farmers in his heart.

Not long after, Zhang Xiaoqiang turned around and left quietly.

The farmers on the bed smacked their lips, grind their teeth, turned over, and continued to sleep. They had no idea that someone had been here at home, nor did they know that the memories in their minds were spoken out through their sleep.

...

noon.

In the fields, the autumn wind brings joy and fragrance of plants and trees.

White latte and Sun Kettle were together, and after lunch, they took a walk on Fujita Road.

"I can't go out during the day in the future."

White latte frowned.

Because, when walking on the road, there are always all kinds of people saying hello, either Fujita farmers or guardians, which is embarrassing!

A well was seen in front of me.

A farmer was concentrating on operating a pressurized water pump next to the well. After pressing it down one by one, the water in the well was pumped out and flowed through the pipes to the distance.

The white latte felt strange.

Why doesn't this farmer come to say hello?
To be continued...