The Walking Dead

Chapter 143

"Is anyone there?" The visitor was silent for a while outside the door.

Moore huddled in the closet, not daring to move. In the small space, he couldn't hear anything except his own breathing and heartbeat.

After a while, the footsteps outside the door gradually moved away, and he could clearly hear the sound of footsteps on the wooden stairs.Moore let out a big breath, and shrank further into the pile of clothes.

He would not open the door and go out to look around. Heber must have turned back and was waiting outside the door for him to throw himself into the trap. He would have done this kind of trick when he was more than ten years old.

But being blocked in the room by him like this is not an option, a mere dressing table can't stop Heber's violence at all, if he really wants to use violence against him.

Moore climbed out of the wardrobe carefully, trying not to make a sound.He had to get out of here, and Moore repeated his old trick, quietly opening the bay window of the bedroom.

The distance from the floating platform to the ground is not very high, only one floor. At this time, Moore began to regret why he ran upstairs in the first place.Dragging such a sick body, it is really not a pleasant thing to take the initiative to jump off the building.

He turned his gaze to the sheets on the bed in the master bedroom, thought about it, and gave up.Hebe didn't know when he would come in, so he'd better take this opportunity and run away as soon as possible.

There is nothing outside the wall to draw on, not even a pipe.Moore took a deep breath, closed his eyes and let go of his hand, the impact of the landing inevitably caused the wound on his buttocks to open again.He rested his hands on the ground, baring his teeth and howling silently.

After enduring the pain, as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a pair of shiny black leather military boots.

"Does it hurt?" Heber hooked the corner of his mouth, looking down at Moore who was on all fours like a frog, and leisurely pointed at his wound with a dagger in his hand.

Moore's liver hurts: "It's none of your business! There's something wrong with you."

Heber raised his eyebrows: "If it doesn't hurt, just stand up and keep running."

Moore, who just showed this thought, didn't move anymore. He just didn't want to see Heber so proud, and he didn't like it: "I can leave if I want to, and I won't leave if I don't want to. I don't need you." Pointing fingers there, who do you think you are, you are a fucking psycho!"

Heber's eyes became colder: "Since you won't run away, it's up to me to do things."

"Ah?" Moore's bewildered eyes hadn't stayed in his pupils for a moment before he was knocked to the ground by an elbow.

"Idiot." Heber took out the rope he had just found downstairs, tied the hands and feet of Moore who had been knocked out, and then walked back slowly.

When Moore woke up from the coma, the two were on their way back.Looking at the speeding scenery outside the window, Moore became anxious: "Put me down, damn it, I won't go back!"

Heber, who was driving, held the steering wheel and looked ahead without even looking at Moore who was tied to the passenger seat: "If you don't go back, where are you going?"

"You don't have to worry about it, I can go anywhere, as long as I don't stay in prison." Moore turned his head with his neck straightened, the scene outside the window was desolate, and there were only withered and desolate vegetation along the way.It doesn't matter where you go, as long as you don't see them again.

"That's really unlucky, we have to hurry back, or those people will all run out." Heber said indifferently.

Moore didn't say anything anymore, he just held his breath and looked out of the window. It was useless to say anything anyway.

Having not heard his irritable voice for a long time, Heber was not used to it. He glanced at Moore in the rearview mirror and cleared his throat: "Didn't you say that you want to kill the big man, but also gut him? Did you come out to make a specimen, what, changed your mind?"

Moore's face turned red, what the hell!Whether he kills the big man is none of his business, if he didn't want to leave early, could he let that fool go?He gritted his teeth and gave Heber a hard look.

Before Moore could reply, Heber didn't care, and continued on his own: "Ah, I don't know if Darryl has woken up now, but I don't seem to be very serious about it."

"What did you say, what did you do to my brother?!" Moore struggled, trying to jump at Heber who was driving the car, but the rope tied to the back of the seat was too short, and the reaction force pulled him violently Back to the original position.

"It's nothing, don't worry, it's just knocked him unconscious." Heber looked sideways at the tightly bound rope with satisfaction, the two brothers really look alike, "so that he doesn't have to come out to find you all the time. .”

Moore paused, Darryl came out to look for him?His heart warmed, his brother was still reliable at the critical moment, and his worry about his brother overwhelmed his dissatisfaction with losing his freedom.

He stared maliciously at Heber's side: "You hit Darryl, Tasia didn't make it easy for you."

"Indeed, you're really right," he blinked, and admitted without hesitation, "It's normal for her to blame me for the water she's poured out of when she's married."

Moore choked, he didn't expect Heber to admit it so simply.Shouldn't it be that he was furious and made up his mind to beat the mandarin ducks, and then, during the battle, he was pissed to death by Darryl's epic love?This version is completely inconsistent with Heber's behavior.

"A bastard like you doesn't need any family affection at all." Moore sneered and adjusted his posture. The bastard was tied so tightly that his skin hurt.

Hebe suddenly stretched out his hand and slapped him on the back of the head, and took it back before Moore was furious, and said lightly: "In front of the elders, you'd better be a little polite, otherwise I don't mind beating you again .”

"I don't have bullshit elders like you, my elders are all fucking dead!" Moore shook his head angrily.

"I am your brother's father-in-law, and of course your elder. Since everyone in your family is dead, I should be in charge of major matters in the future," Heber raised the corners of his mouth and calmly declared his sovereignty , "If you don't listen to me in the future, you will find trouble with your teammates, and I will beat you up. You'd better be mentally prepared."

"Then you might as well shoot me to death now, lest I be ignorant and cause you trouble!" Moore stared at him bitterly. If his eyes could kill, Heber would have been stabbed to death by him.

"I won't kill you," Heber suddenly turned the car sharply, pulled to the side of the road and stopped, turned to look at Moore calmly, "Tasia has a good saying that admitting one's mistakes is not a A difficult thing."

The haggard Moore stared blankly at the serious Heber.

"I regret it, maybe there is something wrong with my way." He doesn't care what others think, but his daughter can't be alienated from him because of this, otherwise, what's the point of everything he does? "I'm sorry for making you sad, Moore, I'm sorry."

Moore's lips moved, and before he could come back and feel complacent, Hebe's next sentence knocked him back to his original form.

"However, there is no time when the family stumbles." Heber stepped on the accelerator and restarted the car, as if the person who just apologized was not him at all, and added noncommittally, "I will suffer next time." Hit, don't just run away from home, like a child who hasn't grown up, you're so naive, you know that."

"Hebe! You bastard, you are childish, your whole family is childish—"

Long-winded cursing, floating all over the way back.

Automatically shielding Moore's non-repetitive language attacks, Heber smiled slightly, and the family had an overnight feud.Even if Moore is that strangely shaped tree that is too crooked, I believe it can be trained by him.

Since there is no way to avoid it, we have to accept it. In fact, it doesn't seem too bad.

Before returning to the prison, they encountered a convoy of Tasia and a group of people on the road.

Everyone watched in embarrassment, Moore, who was foaming and tied to the passenger seat.

"Uh, um, do you want some water?" The big man hadn't shaken off his sense of guilt, and felt that he might be thirsty after talking so much, so he kindly put the half bottle of water he had left in Mo mouth.

There was such a moment of silence, "...Drink your sister!" Moore shook his head, almost spitting out a mouthful of old blood at the instigator in front of him, because his dry mouth and tongue were about to calm down, he became irritable again. "Go away, fat man!"

A slap was slapped on his head again, and Heber gently persuaded him in a tone completely inconsistent with his behavior: "Be good and be polite to others."

The onlookers shuddered and took half a step back in unison. Heber's appearance was so perverted.

"Darryl, Tasia, come and help me untie it." Moore looked at his younger brother and younger siblings standing behind the crowd with tears in his eyes.

Darryl looked at him wordlessly for a while, then turned and got into the car: "You'd better keep this look, it's not too late to release you after you go back to prison."

Tasia, who was standing next to Darryl, did not abandon him, and walked up to Moore with a smile. When he couldn't resist, she stretched out her white and tender hands, pinched Moore's nose, and grabbed Moore's nose hard. Pulling: "Don't you like running very much? If you dare to walk away so irresponsibly and hurt everyone's hearts, I will break your legs and make you eat, drink and scatter on the bed."

Shaking his head vigorously, he couldn't avoid her murderous hand, Moore had no choice but to give up resistance, obviously he was the one who was beaten, and he was the one who should be comforted...

"Where's Jimmy?" Heber suddenly remembered something and asked while Tasia ravaged the captive.

Speaking of this, Tasia was happy, let go of Moore and said with a smile: "He was afraid that you would kill him, so he hid."

Heber squinted his eyes and asked coldly, "Who opened the lock?"

"I," Tasia looked up at her father with a pure face, "I easily cut the chain with pliers."

Heber was depressed, but he couldn't bear to blame her, so he had to change the subject: "Didn't you promise me that if you don't leave the prison, you will be optimistic about Darryl?"

"Yes, but you didn't say how long you will be locked up." Tasia took Heber's arm and smiled flatteringly, "I'm worried about you, and I haven't gone back so late, so I have to take everyone out to find you gone."

Moore sat on the side, pouted contemptuously, again, liar!