I was lying on the bottom of the car, listening to the howls of the abrupt corpses around me, and my heart was anxious. There is no way to go on like this. As soon as the day breaks, there is no way to go to the sky and no way to go to the ground.
After a while, the moon emerged from dark clouds, and the streets became brighter again. Seeing that there was a hall on the side of the road with the door open, he used both hands and feet and crawled in.
The hall is even more dim, and there are shadows of zombies shaking. Although it is much less than the outside, the number is not to be underestimated.
I pressed my back against the cold wall, slowly moved forward, turned the corner of the wall and then touched it not far, when I suddenly touched a door.
Pushing the door in, closing the hand, thinking: "I can't get to the Oriental Pearl Tower tonight. I have to stay here for the night."
I turned on the headlight and turned my head back and forth. I saw that the room was very spacious, but there was no one. On the long operating table in the middle, there were many obscure tools and some muddy things. I pinched it with my fingers. , It's still relatively soft.
It seems to be a studio here, but I don't know what it is for.
Under one wall of the studio, a pair of white curtains were pulled sideways. The curtains suddenly moved slightly, and I immediately became alert. The studio has doors and no windows. How can it be automatic without wind
Holding my weapon, I walked over step by step, stretched out my left hand, and suddenly pulled it away, suddenly jumping back in fright.
There were four people standing in a row behind the curtain, looking at me with piercing eyes. I stood up the dark moon and asked in a low voice: "Who are you guys? What are you doing hiding behind?"
These four people were silent, and I asked again, suddenly feeling a little strange, and I couldn't help but chuckle when I fixed my eyes.
It turns out that these four people are all wax portraits, from left to right.
I sighed and frightened me, because the wax figure was so beautifully done and the headlights were dim and unclear, so I couldn't see clearly whether it was a real person or a fake.
I opened the curtain slowly, and a row of wax figures of seven or eight stars appeared again. One of the wax figures of a man suddenly blinked and made a grimace! I was shocked and smashed.
The man put his hand in his hand, desperately holding back a smile: "Friend, friend, don't be impulsive, I am a living person, but I'm making a joke with you."
"What are you kidding
"I kicked it hard, lowered my voice and reprimanded, "Don't you look at what's going on, make such a joke with me?" Asshole, scary people are scary. "
The man flashed to the left, and I kicked it empty, and my heart became more and more angry, and I rushed forward with a heavy punch, which hit him on the chest.
The man groaned painfully and kicked me again in his stomach. Now he was also irritated. He rushed up with his fist, slapped it, and extinguished the headlight on my head.
I didn't say a word, kicked and beaten him in the dark, suddenly turned his hand and strangled his neck, he rushed two steps, and the two fell to the ground at the same time, twisted into a ball.
The two were evenly matched, and when they were on the same level, the door suddenly slammed, and then the corpse roared loudly.
It turned out that although this person and I were fighting with all our strength, we didn't dare to shout, but the sound of fighting still alarmed the zombies outside.
The body of this person and I shook at the same time, and immediately changed from a fierce fight to a motionlessness.
I grabbed his right hand, his left hand pinched my neck, trying his best to control heavy breathing. Both of them understood that this studio had doors and no windows, and if the zombies rushed in, I was afraid that they would not be spared.
The two of them released their hands at the same time. I touched the headlight on the ground and pressed it twice. There was another dim light in the room, and I worked together to lift the bulky console and leaned it behind the door.
After a while, the sound of knocking and scratching outside gradually ceased. The man breathed a sigh of relief, stretched out his right hand and said: "Friend, I was wrong just now, I'm sorry."
I listened to this person speaking boldly, and I also had the heart to make friends with him. I stretched out my hand and shook him with a strong smile: "This is called not knowing each other. My name is Zhan Xiaoqiang, fighting war."
"Wang Teng."
I think Wang Teng is in his thirties, he has a stubborn beard and looks ordinary, but his eyebrows are very rugged.
"Zhan Xiaoqiang, right? Are you alone?"
"Anyone." I nodded. "You are alone in the studio, why don't you lock the door?"
Wang Teng said: "As soon as my front foot came in, you touched the door with your back foot. I thought it was a zombie, so I hurriedly hid behind the curtain."
I smiled and said: "Speaking like this, I also scared you, everyone straightened. By the way, it looks like a wax museum here, you come in
For what? No food or drink, no supplies. "
"Come here." Wang Teng walked to the corner, picked up a backpack, opened the zipper and said, "I'm hungry for most of the night. Let's talk while eating." While turning over the candles, the boxed self-heating small hot pot, and Qiba Listen to big cans of beer.
Wang Teng tore open the hot pot package and poured a can of beer to submerge the self-heating bag. For a moment, he remembered the sound of puff puff puff puff heating, and the smell of beer filled the work room immediately.
"Are you asking me why I came to the wax museum?" Wang Teng handed me a beer and a pair of disposable chopsticks. Then he said, "I might not believe it when I tell it."
I gently clinked glasses with him: "Talk about it."
Wang Teng drank two big sips of wine and said, "I came to find my mobile phone. On the day of the disaster, I happened to visit this wax museum."
I was stunned, and said in a puzzled way: "Where do I have a phone? Why do I still need to look for your old phone?" I patted my head, "Is there a picture of your family on the phone?"
Wang Teng gave a hum, a sad look flashed in his eyes, and said, "This is one reason, and another important reason is that I have some important information in my phone."
I smiled, took a bite of the dish, and said, "When is it? What other information is important."
Wang Teng put down his chopsticks, took out a box of cigarettes and handed me one, and said, "I have a group number on my mobile phone, and someone in the group left a message, which accurately predicted the time of this catastrophe."
I was slightly surprised, and smiled and said, "It's mostly a coincidence. There are many people who are boring and talking nonsense."
Wang Teng said, "That's too coincidental, right?"
"Drink and drink," I said, holding up the beer. "Even if it's not a coincidence, what's the use of investigating these now?"
Wang Teng glared, "Why is it useless? At least it won't die, right?"
I nodded: "That's true, well, do you remember the group number?"
Wang Teng looked at me puzzledly, "What's the use of remembering the group number?"
I said: "You log on your QQ account on another mobile phone, don't you see the message?"
Wang Tengha laughed, consciously the voice was too loud, he was so busy and pressed down, and said, "Brother, are you drinking too much? Is there still internet now?"
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