There is a small hill not far behind the kitchen of the restaurant. There are several bungalows on the hill. At first glance, there is nothing conspicuous. If you look closely, you can see a bamboo pole protruding from the roof of one of the houses. There is a bamboo pole hanging on it. The red thing was shaking from side to side, maybe it was because of his bad eyesight, Zhang Xiaoqiang always felt that the red cloth strip looked like a bra
It was originally a skeptical guess, but now it has been confirmed. Zhang Xiaoqiang looked up to the sky and sighed, "Damn, I have to smell that smell again!" Looking forward and backward, thinking about it, he gritted his teeth and stomped his feet.
"Damn it, just go. How can my children and grandchildren find wives when everyone is dead? Go and be suppressed by Monkey King at the foot of Wuzhi Mountain?"
Zhang Xiaoqiang found a reason for himself that was not a reason, and was going to see who those survivors were? Take the ones that are pleasing to the eye and throw them to the chicken farm, and those that are not pleasing to the eye? Goose Rice Tofu.
Find Yang Keer's silk scarf, sprinkle that brand of perfume that Yang Keer regards as a treasure that I don't recognize, and wrap it around her nose. He tried to take a breath, "cough cough cough..." Zhang Xiaoqiang was choked up.
But let’s just say, the smell of corpses around has disappeared. Although too much perfume smells like air cleaner, it’s still a fragrance.
Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't turn out the window in the kitchen, the oily smoke and dirt on it made one's scalp tingle. Zhang Xiaoqiang walked to the end of the restaurant, stepped over a low chest-high wall to the back of the kitchen. The grease and sewage on the ground had completely dried out, cracked and cracked. The wall on the right-hand side was poured with layers of oil to form a thick shell about an inch high, and there was still a disgusting reflection faintly on it.
Zhang Xiaoqiang walked carefully along a narrow corridor, trying not to let those mottled unknown objects get on his shoes, bypassed the bubbling garbage discharge pool and came to a trail, Zhang Xiaoqiang looked behind the statue along the trail.
"..." Zhang Xiaoqiang cursed immediately, the end of the path is behind a rusty billboard, which is the one that Zhang Xiaoqiang was holding just now, the billboard blocks the road, as long as you go around the billboard, you can reach the parking lot . Zhang Xiaoqiang's efforts to climb up and down carefully were all in vain.
Zhang Xiaoqiang turned back to the parking lot without saying a word, and asked Yang Keer and Yuan Yi to follow him back to the path. After walking for tens of meters, we arrived at the entrance of the bungalows on the hill. Several bungalows were surrounded by a two-meter-high wall. A rusty iron door was locked tightly. From the bar above, you can see that the inner door is quiet, and there is no movement.
"What's wrong?" Zhang Xiaoqiang became cautious, he brought Yang Ke'er and the others over only when someone gave a signal. After they came, there was no movement at all, either it was a trap, or the people in the room were not of the same mind, and someone hoped to save them out.
After the Xie Yuanshan incident, Zhang Xiaoqiang is more wary of his compatriots than zombies. Once some people get twisted in their hearts, they will hurt others more than zombies. Zhang Xiaoqiang hates this kind of people. It's okay if it happens to others, but it happens to himself That is the shame on him, the shame of his life, he would rather find some women by his side than a man. Women are inherently weak, as long as they can maintain their strength, women will generally not rebel.
Men are different, they will have ambitions, they may kill Zhang Xiaoqiang because of women, because of power, or because of other reasons. Zhang Xiaoqiang's net worth is too rich. If the casualties are heavy, he must be killed and rushed over.
"Chila" Yang Ke'er inserted the animal horn gun head into the keyhole and turned it. Various small parts flew around and fell to the ground with the rotation of the gun head. In the small courtyard, there is a water table against the wall, and a rusty bridle is still dripping water.
The bungalow is a bit old, the lime powder on the wall has fallen to the ground to form a thick layer, the windows are tightly closed, what's going on inside can't be seen from the outside, the house is very quiet, there is no movement at all. If it wasn't for the fact that there was no dust on the door handle, Zhang Xiaoqiang thought it was just a long-abandoned house.
Zhang Xiaoqiang tried to push the door, but it didn't move at all. It seemed that something was blocked behind the door. At this moment, Zhang Xiaoqiang breathed a sigh of relief. It was not a trap. If it was a trap, the door would not have to be blocked. , I dare not show up with a man and two women, Ying Kai buried his head like an ostrich because he thought he couldn't deal with Zhang Xiaoqiang.
Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't manage the door anymore, and didn't let Yang Ke'er break it open, who knows if there is someone behind the door waiting to knock on the sap? He picked up the Jingwei sword and turned the hilt upside down and smashed it at the glass on the window. Broken glass of various shapes fell one after another and smashed to pieces.
"Ah..." A woman's miserable howl came from the room, Zhang Xiaoqiang jumped through the window, rushed to the door and kicked it open. A four-layer chest of drawers painted with deep red paint is behind the door. The main room is a little dark. The only light is from the glass tiles on the roof. There are only three or five glass tiles. The scene in the main room is very gloomy. In this gloomy atmosphere, even the portraits on the murals on the wall smiled strangely.
Ever since Zhang Xiaoqiang entered the room, the woman's screams have not stopped, a little hysterical and crazy. Zhang Xiaoqiang walked along the hallway in the main room to the back, the light was getting darker and darker, the ground was not paved or cemented, it was just loess laid a long time ago, the loess has been hardened after years of trampling, it is very hard to walk on.
The ground was bumpy and uneven, Zhang Xiaoqiang walked very carefully, a little negligence in this strange environment could kill him, he held the sword in his right hand and walked slowly while touching the wall with his left hand. Stumbling on the rough ground, touching the rough walls, his hands were covered with wall dust. Zhang Xiaoqiang calmly guarded against any noise around him.
The gloomy old house, the panic-stricken screams, and Zhang Xiaoqiang's tense nerves all add up to a living horror movie. The chill that permeates the bone marrow makes Zhang Xiaoqiang feel like he has traveled to a horror movie.
Walking through the dark aisle, the front was lit up, the bright light spilled into the house through the window, and walked to an open door, the woman's frantic howl was right next to his ears, Zhang Xiaoqiang's ears were shaken by the woman's howl There was a buzzing sound, Zhang Xiaoqiang looked into the room, he was shocked, he felt that the whole world was turned upside down, the scene in front of him made Zhang Xiaoqiang vividly experience what it means to be miserable. He couldn't hold back his nausea anymore and vomited out.
He didn't dare to take a closer look and walked out through the slightly covered back door. Behind the house was a vegetable field, under the eaves was piled with firewood as thick as an arm. Following the path between the vegetable fields, he could walk to a narrow path on the hill. The trail leads down the hill until the line of sight is blocked by bushes below.
A man ran down the mountain along the narrow path. He was wearing an old-fashioned yellow military uniform, a bulging grass-green canvas satchel, and a pair of black cloth shoes. His legs and feet were not good, and he was limping when he ran. Yeah, not going any faster, when he looked back. Zhang Xiaoqiang saw his appearance clearly.
He is very old, about sixty years old, with white beard and hair, wrinkled face, small eyes, which are often called mouse eyes, and a big nose, bigger than that of the old drunk who looked at the chicken coop. There is a half-foot-long goatee on his head, which is now blown tightly to his chest by the oncoming mountain wind. Seeing that Zhang Xiaoqiang had chased him out, he screamed in fear, and ran down the mountain with his head buried.
Seeing him running away, Zhang Xiaoqiang ran after him without saying a word, thinking in his heart that he must smash every bone in his body bit by bit. The scene he saw earlier made Zhang Xiaoqiang, who is not a good person, angry. He thought he was used to seeing misery. Brother Long and Chen Yi treated women like dogs and let men eat chicken feed, which didn't make Zhang Xiaoqiang feel anything wrong. The big boy who stole the egg was beaten to the last breath, which didn't make him feel that there was anything wrong.
Women sacrifice their bodies and dignity but can eat enough, can get shelter from men, and can not be ruined by more men. Those who eat chicken feed can’t eat well, but they are still alive and can continue to live. It’s not good to eat It can only be blamed for their lack of guts. They dare not even take a second look at zombies that women can kill.
Compared with the old man in front of him, Zhang Xiaoqiang felt that Brother Long and the others were a philanthropist and a group of saints. At least Brother Long will take those survivors back to raise them, and it won't make it difficult for them to do some rough work on weekdays. Those prisoners know that they should be as united as possible in the last days.
Zhang Xiaoqiang thought for the first time that the word 'beast' should be used on this old man, "This damn old man actually eats people."
Zhang Xiaoqiang was young, strong and fast, he ran behind the old man in a few strokes and kicked the old man in the back of his heart. The old man let out a scream and fell to the ground and rolled down the path until he hit a bush on the ground before being stopped.
Zhang Xiaoqiang walked up to the old man panting. The old man had been thrown and was unconscious, only his chest heaved and heaved. His right leg had been broken. A broken calf bone pierced through the skin and flesh and tore off the trouser leg, exposing his pale white skin. Fascias of uneven size were still attached to the leg bones, and blood slowly seeped out and wet the trouser legs.
Zhang Xiaoqiang stomped his foot on the old man's lower abdomen, and the old man let out a scream of 'wow'. He opened his eyes and saw a louder scream from the exposed calf bone. Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't hit him again, and let him look at his broken Gu howled miserably, Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't like to abuse others, even if the unknown person who wanted to kill him yesterday, he gave it a good time.
Only Zhang Xiaoqiang, the kind of guy who really has no conscience, will torture him slowly, just like Xie Yuanshan and the old man in front of him, Zhang Xiaoqiang made the old man look at his broken leg and wailed in despair. The intersection of fist and foot is more powerful.