Thinking about it this way, I didn't bother to look at each room and walked directly into the first room next to the stairs.
The room is divided into two front and rear rooms. The front one is equipped with sofas, tables and chairs, half a box of Chinese on the coffee table, and the back one has a large bed, which looks very comfortable.
So I closed the two doors, lay down, pulled the quilt over, and fell asleep slowly.
When I woke up, the sky was dark, the night breeze was blowing, and the cold moonlight passed through the leaves and penetrated into the window, swaying a mottle of light and dark in front of the bed.
I lit a cigarette and looked at the light and shadow changes on the ground. I suddenly heard a gloomy laugh in the next room. In this silent night, my wrist shook and half of the cigarette butt fell on the ground. , The first thought in my mind was: "There is a ghost!"
The scalp was numb, and the back was full of cold sweat. The inhuman laughter stopped, and it was deadly silence. Only the wind was blowing the leaves and the rustling sound was heard.
Suddenly he started talking again: "Bobo, you also have a biscuit." The voice was weak and slightly old.
I sighed: "So there is someone next door, mother, I almost didn't scare to death!" Then I became suspicious. Since there are people, why don't they ask if I come up
Suspicion and fear disappeared. I gently opened the door of the outside room and looked to the next door. Seeing that the door was left open, it was exactly the same as before I went to bed. I secretly said, "Hey, the people in the room are so courageous. It's dark. Don't close the door."
There was no one outside, so I took out the headlamp and put it on my head, tightening the weapon in my hand, and slowly walked into the room inside. I saw a bald old man lying on the ground, and when I looked at his appearance carefully, I couldn’t help but feel all over again. Flicked.
What kind of face is this, with sunken cheeks and skinny, if it weren't for the occasional blink of my eyes, I would almost think it was a portrait.
"Old man, are you... still alive? Was it you who spoke just now?" Looking around, there is no one else in the room, dare he to talk to himself
The old man turned slightly to the side, and answered the wrong question: "Xiaobo, you have cookies."
I looked at the low cabinet next to his bed and saw a few boxes of biscuits, but I ate them all, only
Some crumbs of biscuits, and a few empty mineral water bottles.
I faintly understand that the old man is mostly alone trapped here, and now he has run out of oil and the lamp is dry, and he is talking nonsense. The wave in his mouth is mostly his close family.
I took out a bottle of mineral water, twisted the cap and passed it over, and asked, "Old man, do you want to drink water?"
The old man looked indifferent: "I'm not thirsty, who is the woman with long hair behind you, is it Xiao Lan?"
I was clever, although I knew in my heart that the old man was talking nonsense while he was still dead, I couldn't help but look back. I felt cold and got goose bumps.
The moonlight is dim, and the shadow of the tree is whirling, where is there someone behind
"You give her a drink, you see, you see, she is so thirsty that her tongue is sticking out, and she is looking at you eagerly."
My vest was getting colder and colder, and I raised my hand casually, and said perfunctorily: "Give it, give it, she drank it."
The old man gave a "Oh" and said laboriously: "Xiaobo, the purse under my bed, you show me a good look, the contents are incredible...cough cough cough..."
The old man coughed, and I looked at the bottom of the bed, and there really was a corner of a black leather bag exposed. Suddenly, I heard a grunt in the old man's throat, as if he had let out his last breath, his head tilted and his legs stretched.
I settled and tried the old man's snort, it was already dead.
What's in the black leather bag? I became curious, bent over and dragged it out. It was a well-made cipher box.
As soon as I raised my head, I saw the old man staring at himself and seeing that I was all hairy, so he reached out and wiped his eyes closed.
The password box couldn't be opened. I tried a few sets of passwords indiscriminately. In the end, I drew out Spike Hanyue and pried it open.
As soon as I opened the lockbox, I couldn't help but take a breath. The inside was neat and tidy. The stacks were all hundred yuan bills. I thought: "This old man is greedy, at least millions, but what's the use now? ?"
Then I thought, if I had such a suitcase of money before the disaster, I was afraid that I would wake up with a smile when I went to bed, which would be a vain moment.
In the corner of his eye, the old man’s fingers seemed to move
, My face shrank, and I looked up and saw that the corners of the old man's mouth were slightly upturned, revealing a weird look like a smile but not a smile. Cheng Yongbo looked like this before he died.
I know that most of the old man's corpse will change. Although he is worried, he doesn't feel much fear. It's just a strange smile on the face of a dead man, which makes people feel hairy.
Uh-
A prolonged howl, like a ghost cry from the depths of hell, heard in the quiet night, this sound like a cry is very horrible.
Don't look at the old man's disease and bone fracture, but if I don't act fast, the new corpse's strength is so amazing, it can be difficult to deal with.
I went downstairs and turned to the front yard. There was a wide road outside the front yard gate.
At this time, the moonlight suddenly dimmed, and when he looked up, it turned out that a large cloud of clouds covered the moon.
It was dark everywhere, but the light of the Oriental Pearl Tower that never seemed to be extinguished was a lighthouse in the dark night. Just walk in that direction.
The black cloth covered by the headlights couldn't shine far. It is enough for me to see the road a few meters in front of me. If it is too bright, it is equivalent to telling the living dead that there is a fresh prey here.
I walked through the streets and alleys until midnight. The lights on the tower seemed to be so far away. Of course, this was a psychological effect. The Oriental Pearl Tower is not too close in Lujiazui, Pudong New District.
At this moment, I suddenly discovered that there were shaking black shadows around, and the more zombies were going forward. My heart is secretly hairy, and I am blinded by the black light, I have walked into the center of the corpse group.
No matter how dim the headlights were, it would be very eye-catching after all, and suddenly there were a few low roars, and there were zombies on both sides approaching me. I quickly covered the headlights, pressed the switch, and crawled under a bus.
Climbing to the bottom of the car, the three fingers of my right hand that I groped forward suddenly hurt. It turned out to be bitten by a zombie!
I settled down: "If I didn't wear cut-resistant gloves on my hands, it would be miserable this time."
This zombie was pressed to the ground by the two rear wheels, and died in a terrible state. Although "dead" at this time, the two rows of teeth did not relax. I squeezed its cheekbone before pulling out my fingers.
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