Until he walked to a slightly secluded corner, he saw Zhao Ping taking off his brand new black suit and throwing it aside. Then he took off the white shirt underneath, followed by his pants.
The weather in this maze scene world is not cold. It is the spring season. Even if you take off all the cotton clothes inside, you will not feel much cold.
Watching Zhao Ping take off his clothes one by one, Zhang Fan was confused and didn't know what he was doing.
But soon, Zhao Ping's next operation made Zhang Fan's eyes sparkle. Because I saw that Zhao Ping actually put the white and clean shirt and pants underneath on the dusty ground and rubbed them hard.
After rubbing the front, he rubbed the back, inside and out, not sparing every inch, and started rubbing hard.
He worked very seriously and meticulously, not caring about his clothes at all. This scene made Zhang Fan stunned.
After a while, Zhao Ping finally finished rubbing his clothes. They became dirty and covered with dust, making them look like a beggar's old clothes.
After doing this, Zhao Ping put on the dirty clothes as if nothing had happened and put on the dirty clothes without any worries. Then he grabbed a handful of dust from the ground and messed up his hair, making it as messy as a bird's nest.
As for the black suit he threw on the ground, he didn't pick it up again, as if he didn't intend to take it anymore.
"Brother Zhao, you are so smart that you can think of such a method!" Zhang Fan gave a thumbs up.
Now, he finally knew what Zhao Ping's purpose was. Because the villagers in Haitang Village wear very simple clothes.
It's not so much quaint as it is shabby, and the clothes on his body are patched in many places.
Their previous clothes were all brand new, so they looked out of place and eye-catching when walking in Haitang Village, and easily attracted the attention of the villagers.
This is extremely detrimental to their next actions, as they will be noticed wherever they go. Zhao Ping must have done this in order to make himself more similar to the dress of the villagers in Haitang Village and become more popular.
I’m not saying I’ll be accepted, but at least it won’t be so conspicuous. Zhang Fan let out a breath, took off his clothes as well, and began to rub them hard on the ground, trying to make the clothes more tattered.
Although the clothes are expensive, they seem insignificant compared to the life and death dangers of this maze scene.
It doesn't matter if the clothes are torn or dirty, you can buy them again later, but if your life is gone, you really have nothing.
After an unknown amount of time, Zhang Fan and the two walked out of the corner. The way they looked and dressed at this time was like a beggar on the street, and even worse.
Simply one
"Wolong" one
"Phoenix". If other survivors saw this pairing, they would definitely be shocked.
"What should we do now?" Zhang Fan discovered that Zhao Ping's IQ was really high. If he stayed with him this time, he would have a high probability of surviving.
"Don't do anything, just sit there and observe the actions of the surrounding villagers!" After saying this, Zhao Ping stretched, strode to a big withered tree, and sat down comfortably. Then he held his chin with one hand and stared at the passing villagers.
In response to this, Zhang Fan opened his mouth, but hesitated to speak. The words that came to his mouth were not uttered in the end, and he swallowed them back.
Their disguise was so successful that the surrounding villagers didn't give them a second glance, and even the few survivors passing by didn't notice them.
In this way, Zhang Fan and Zhang Fan sat under the big tree and watched the passing villagers. The day passed by in a hurry.
They started to sit down and observe in the morning, and it was already dusk in the afternoon. The sun was setting in the west, the sky was getting dark, and even the moon was about to rise.
The coldness that belongs only to the night has arrived at this moment. At this time, the originally quiet and peaceful Haitang Village suddenly became noisy. The surrounding villagers seemed to have noticed something extremely frightening. They all put down their things and ran towards their homes.
They ran in a hurry and panic.
"No, something is weird!" Zhao Ping shouted.
"It's indeed weird!" Zhang Fan's pupils narrowed, and he also felt a hint of unusual charm.
"Let's follow him and take a look first!" Zhang Fan stood up hurriedly.
"Go this way!" Zhao Ping pointed to the road on the right and ran out first. Within about a minute of running forward, a fat little boy wearing a yellow cotton-padded jacket, holding a pinwheel in his left hand and with a face full of snot appeared in their sight.
The little fat kid was twisting his buttocks, breathing heavily, and ran towards home. He ran very hard, and his forehead was covered with anxious cold sweat, as if he was running away from something.
"Don't go there yet!" Zhao Ping stopped less than ten meters away from the chubby boy, then quickly hid in a corner and started to peek.
"What did you find?" Zhang Fan asked, hiding behind Zhao Ping.
"I actually discovered something very strange today. I wonder if you have noticed it?" Zhao Ping said in a low voice with a solemn expression.
"What's going on?" Zhang Fan was stunned.
"The people in the village didn't seem to talk all day today. Although they laughed together with each other, they had no intention of talking at all!" Zhao Ping recounted what he saw today.
"What do you mean...are they all deaf-mute?" Zhang Fan narrowed his eyes and asked.
"No, that's not the case! They should all be normal people!" Zhao Ping shook his head and said extremely seriously.
"There should be other reasons why they didn't speak, but... I couldn't hear anything, but I found something strange!" Zhao Ping habitually took out the silver-white pen and put it in his right hand. He turned it around a few times between his fingers, then clamped it on his ears, and looked at Zhang Fan solemnly.
"Tell me about it!" Zhang Fan and Zhao Ping looked at each other.
"They should have something plugged in their ears, as if they don't want to hear the sound!"
"There must be extremely terrifying secrets hidden in this village. As a result, these villagers dare not listen to the sound, and they cannot listen to the sound. Once they hear the sound, something terrible will most likely happen!"
"If my guess is correct, this very horrific thing must involve dead people!"
"Besides these, there is one more thing that made me firmer in my opinion, and that is this little fat man!" At this point, Zhao Ping pointed at the little fat man who was running away towards home.
"How do you say this?" Zhang Fan really hasn't discovered this information. It has to be said that Zhao Ping's IQ is too high. He can detect such secret things.
"The reason why I firmly believe that the villagers have stuffing in their ears is because this little fat man took out the stuffing in his ears more than once throughout the day!"
"That thing should be cotton!"
"As we all know, plugging your ears with cotton will greatly weaken the sound from the outside world!" Zhao Ping expressed his opinion.
"So that's it! No wonder these people turned a deaf ear to our words!" After hearing Zhao Ping's analysis, Zhang Fan came to understand, and couldn't help but feel a little admiration for him in his heart.
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