Chapter 165 Survivors

"parking!"

When Aji heard Rick's words, he stepped on the brakes. He looked around nervously, thinking there was some danger that he hadn't noticed.

"Drive forward, there are survivors upstairs!"

Rick pointed to a small building in front and motioned to drive over, while Aji secretly exhaled. He thought there was some kind of sneak attack...

The car slowly stopped downstairs, and Rick took the lead to get out of the car and looked up to observe the situation upstairs.

Morgan also walked out of the car silently, stood next to Rick and asked, "Are you sure there are survivors here?"

Rick pointed to the window on the second floor and said with certainty: "It's upstairs. I saw a little girl wearing a white skirt."

Morgan glanced around. In front of him was a three-story building made of red bricks. The windows were surrounded by white wooden frames. There was a big tree next to the entrance on the first floor, blocking half of the building. The tree trunk was right next to the small building. Next to the entrance of the building, there was also a yellowish white door. When the three of them approached, they found that the door was only closed and not locked. The two walked into the door lightly.

When Aji heard Rick's words, he shivered for no reason. He always felt that this scene was a bit familiar, the little girl in the window! Isn't this a classic scene in ghost movies?

But this thought just passed by in a flash. Aji took out the gun from his waist and followed the two men.

The sunlight at this time was still obscured by clouds. The weak sunlight shone through the windows in the house, making the room very dark. Rick originally thought that the three floors here were all one family. Unexpectedly, after entering the door, he discovered that each floor was full of people. There are two households.

"Be careful!"

"Um!"

Rick held his Colt Python and was the first to walk up the stairs to the second floor. The house was so quiet that Rick couldn't help but wonder if he had just seen it wrong. However, after walking up to the second floor, Rick Ke was sure that there was definitely someone here.

There were traces of human activity everywhere, and there was a pile of garbage piled in the corridor. Morgan and the two were instructed to guard both sides of the door. Rick leaned over and checked the garbage bag, and sure enough it was newly thrown out.

He was not sure about the situation in the house, but since the other party had children, he probably lived here as a family unit, and the risk should be relatively low.

"Dong dong dong!"

Rick finally decided to use the simplest and most direct method! Knock on the door!

Morgan and Aggie both clenched their guns and listened intently to what was going on in the room. There was a response quickly in the room, a weak female voice sounded, with a hint of uneasiness and curiosity in her tone.

"Who are you?"

Rick knew that the other party must have seen him through the peephole. He took a half step back, pointed to the police badge on his chest and said: "Madam! My name is Rick Grimes! I am the county police officer of Kings County, Atlanta. , I just passed by downstairs and saw a little girl, so I thought there were survivors here, so I came up to check!”

The woman in the room was silent for a while, and then saw the door slowly opening, and a thin middle-aged woman appeared behind the door. She still looked at Rick with some caution, and glanced at Rick's hand. There was a gun in the bag, but she continued to ask: "Why did the King's County Sheriff show up here?"

Rick noticed the look in the other person's eyes. He inserted his pistol into the holster on his waist and shook his head helplessly: "Madam, everything has been destroyed now. I am no longer a policeman. Now our identities are survivor!"

Just when Rick finished speaking, a young girl with long hair rushed out next to the woman. The girl was very beautiful, with long straight dark hair hanging casually on her shoulders. She was holding a pistol in her hand. He spoke directly to Rick and stared at him closely.

"do not move!"

Rick did not move. He first shook his head slightly to signal Morgan and the two not to act rashly. Then he slowly raised his hand and said slowly: "I told you, I am a policeman!"

The girl stared at Rick and then said: "You can lie to my sister, but you can't lie to me. Let me tell you, I am the Atlanta police!"

Rick shook his head in amusement and said, "No, you're not!"

"What?"

"I said you are not a policeman! I am a policeman. I can tell at a glance whether you are a policeman or not!"

The girl's expression changed. She didn't expect that the other party would find out her identity so quickly, but she still said sternly: "I only joined the job for a short time, but I got full marks in all the exams at the police academy. Don't underestimate it." I!"

Rick slowly stretched out a hand in mid-air in front of him and made a downward pressure motion to signal the other party not to be nervous, and then said: "Listen, I don't mean any harm, otherwise you would be two corpses now. ”

Looking at the girl's slightly disbelieving expression, Rick said softly: "Aggie, Morgan, get out of here."

Only then did the girl notice that two more figures slowly walked out from the walls on both sides of the door. Both of them were wearing military uniforms and they were also fully armed!

If the other party wanted to attack her, he should have done it long ago, but she was still not reassured, so she did not invite the three of them into the house. Instead, she looked at the uniforms of Morgan and asked: "Are you the military?"

Rick shook his head and explained: "We are also survivors. We just found some weapons and equipment. Military uniforms are suitable for daily outings, so we wear them."

The girl's eyes flickered, and after hesitating for a moment, she looked at the woman beside her as if she had made a decision, and then said to Rick and the other two in a threatening tone: "Listen! The guns and ammunition stored in my house are enough for me to kill you once a day for the next 20 years! Be honest, understand?"

"Of course! We are just here to help!" Rick spoke in a very special tone, with just the right amount of intonation, making the girl want to believe him involuntarily.

The girl finally put away her gun, nodded and walked into the house, pointed to the sofa and said: "Sit down, let's talk!"

Rick looked at Morgan and the other two, both of whom showed strange expressions, shook his head slightly to indicate that the two should not show it, and then took the lead to walk into the house.

The house was not big, but it was very warm. The afternoon sun was dim, so a candle had been lit in the living room. An old man was sitting on the sofa in the living room with a book, and next to him was the little girl Rick had seen downstairs before.

The old man was probably telling a story to the little girl. After Rick and the others walked into the house, he looked up at the three of them and greeted them with a smile.

Rick nodded at him, and then sat on the sofa with Morgan and the other two. The woman looked at the three of them and hesitated for a moment, but still said, "Can you please put your weapons on the table?"