late at night.

Fu Zhen took his simple luggage and slipped out of the test field dormitory. The wind was biting and snowflakes were floating all over the sky.

During this period, Fu Zhen had already figured out the surrounding situation and knew that birds would not shit in this place. There were no cars or pedestrians passing by at all. If he wanted to run, he had to walk at least ten kilometers to find a car when he arrived at a place where there was a living village.

Fu Zhen took out a very thick cotton jacket from his bag and put it on his body, tied a scarf that he stolen from Meng Xi, and finally aimed at the wall outside the dormitory building, rushed up, calmly climbed over the wall, stroked the edge of the greenhouse in the test field, and started running away.

This guy had already thought about it. He ran away from here, so he would definitely be dealt with when he returned to Sichuan Mansion. Moreover, as his father, Fu Zhenguo, as his mother and elder brother, probably would not accept him. At most, he would scold him and follow the organization's arrangements. So Fu Zhen had decided that he would wander in the three major regions for a few months first, play, and wait until his family was anxious and compromised, and he would come back.

Thinking of this, Fu Zhen felt happy. He yearned for freedom and felt that the strong were always lonely.

In the next few months, as long as you cheat a few former friends and get some money, you can find a professional escort along the way or something.

The scene of eating, drinking and having fun appeared in my mind, and Fu Zhen almost burst out laughing.

The workplace of the test field is in a valley, where there are very few flat land, so there are cemeteries around it, and some new graves are even wreaths. But Fu Zhen doesn't care about such ghosts and gods, and doesn't know what fear is, so he has a brain disease and is not completely harmless.

In this way, Fu Zhen walked about one and a half kilometers and then turned to the left with the memory in his mind, preparing to take a small path at the edge of the mountain and walk onto the main road.

"rustle!"

As soon as Fu Zhen turned around, he heard a sound of something rubbing against the snow from behind. He was very alert and instinctively pulled out the knife that was stolen in the dormitory of the test field.

It was cloudy and snowing tonight, and the outdoor light was extremely dim. Fu Zhen stretched his neck, held the knife in his right hand, and walked back two steps. But the light around him was too dim, and he saw nothing. It was pitch black several meters away. He could only vaguely see the graves and wreaths, because there were reflections of colored paper and other things.

Fu Zhen blinked his eyes and turned around and continued to walk forward.

A few seconds later, a rustling sound rang out from the left rear again, and it was even more obvious.

Fu Zhen suddenly turned his head and saw a white shadow passing by the grave. Soon, it appeared in an instant and disappeared in an instant.

Just this time, a cool breeze suddenly erupted behind Fu Zhen's neck.

He is brain-diseased and bold, but his intelligence is fine. No matter who sees this scene on the grave, he will not be trembling!

What happened to float over in a flash?

Fu Zhen swallowed, his steps were not as firm as before, but instead took two steps forward in a very void manner, looking towards the grave.

The cold wind whizzed by, and Fu Zhen felt a little sweaty on his forehead. He paused for a moment and stepped towards the grave where the white shadows floated.

"Swoosh!"

In this moment, another shadow passed through the forest behind the grave. This time it was not white, but black.

"Go to the damn!"

Fu Zhen took three steps in an instant, turned around and ran away, muttering: "I'll pass by, I won't blame anyone who doesn't know! You should rest quickly, I'll leave now..."

Fu Zhen had a strong explosion and rushed out in a few seconds. But when he ran, the rustling sound came more obviously, and the transmission became closer and closer.

Fu Zhen turned around and saw a few white shadows and black shadows, which were only three or five meters away from him.

"damn it!"

Fu Zhen stopped, grabbed the knife and cursed: "Is there a family of ghosts? What, what does it mean?!"

"Wang!"

Bai Ying approached and shouted.

Fu Zhen finally saw clearly what this is in the moonlight, a milky white Caucasian shepherd dog. This cat is very big, about 80 cm tall and weighs seventy or eighty kilograms. It is one of the police dogs often used by Russian troops and one of the largest dogs in the world.

As soon as the dog came over, Fu Zhen calmed down. He originally wanted to avoid it sideways and stab him forward to protect himself, but after a closer look, he found that the dog was raised in the test field and was specially used for night patrols and home visits. Because the shed was too big, people could not see it at all, and there were many people stealing things around, so he got a lot of police dogs in the army.

The police dog in Sichuan Mansion must not be stabbed to death. Fu Zhen didn't want to farm and slip away. At most, he was secretly "breaking away from prison", but if he fucked the police dog to death, then he would be the nature of a jailbreak attack on the police.

Moreover, this dog has a very strong combat power and is no worse than that of adults. Moreover, there are more than a dozen, including Caucasian shepherds and German blackbacks.

"Woom!"

The dogs stood there and barked, and did not take action immediately.

Fu Zhen didn't dare to run away, for fear of being bitten, but yelled with his neck: "Xiao Hei, Xiao Hei is me, don't call me, don't call me!"

At this moment, a figure came over not far away and shouted softly: "Bite him."

After saying that, more than a dozen police dogs rushed up instantly. Fu Zhen saw that something was wrong and turned around and ran away, and pulled his neck and scolded: "Meng Xi, damn... you are really not a human!"

"Hehe, bite him." Meng Xi walked over in a military coat and shouted loudly.

More than a dozen dogs ran all the way to chase Fu Zhen, rushing and biting. Fu Zhen didn't dare to poke, and could not beat him even with hands and hands. In the end, there was no way and he was directly forced into the woods.

Meng Xi stood outside and smoked half a cigarette, listening to the barking and howling of dogs in the woods, unmoved.

"Stop making trouble, they really bite me."

"Come in quickly, or I'll really stab them!"

"Meng Xi, are you stupid? There is no such joke."

"Meng Xi...I was wrong, I beg you, come in!"

“…!”

After seven or eight minutes, the woods calmed down, Meng Xi lit another cigarette and walked in.

Under the moonlight, around a bare dead tree, there were more than a dozen police dogs lying on their swaying tongues and looking at the tree.

Above the tree, Fu Zhen held both sides of the belt with his hands, stretched his hands to increase friction on the tree, wrapped his legs around the trunk, and hung his whole body above the tree about three meters high. His cotton jacket was no longer visible, it was full of big holes bitten by dogs and flying cotton wool.

"You can get rid of them quickly!" Fu Zhen yelled as he looked at Meng Xi with sweat on his head.

"Haha." Meng Xi looked up at Fu Zhen and said, "A such a bald tree has no leverage at all. If you can climb up, it means that you are a good player in unassisted rock climbing! When did you practice?"

"My good guy, damn B!" Fu Zhen cursed angrily: "This is what I practiced in a hurry just now."

"...Haha, you can scold me again?!" Meng Xi asked with a sneer.

"…!" Fu Zhen did not dare to reply.

"Are you still running?" Meng Xi asked.

"I really can't grow it. Brother, just let me go..." Fu Zhen was almost crying.

"You're better in physical strength. OK, you hang it on it, I'm going back." Meng Xi turned around and left, but the dog lying on his lying did not move.
Chapter completed!