Transmigrated as a Scumbag in a Post-Apocalyptic Novel

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She found a key in a small box on the bedside. Chen Wan put the key in her coat pocket, zipped it up, and took another look at the corpse. The corpse had already rotted and was emitting a foul smell. It was not difficult to see that the corpse was cut into several neat pieces. They should be the people who had participated in the game before. The murderer was the two men just now.

Chen Wan did not stay for long. He quickly went out with the steel knife and kicked open the second door. Chen Wan was in a very bad mood because he had just seen the body of a living person being cut into pieces. When he kicked the second door, he kicked it with a "bang" and the door panel flew away, and wood chips flew all over the floor.

Two level 2 zombies came out, one was wearing doctor's clothes, and the other was a nurse who was so rotten that only half of her face was left. When they saw Chen Wan, they were like hungry wolves who had not eaten meat for a long time, and they pounced on Chen Wan. Chen Wan swung his steel knife and chopped down with one blow. The heads of the two zombies fell to the ground one after another.

Compared with the previous ward, this ward also smells like a rotting corpse. There are even some human bones and organs scattered on the ground. Chen Wan got the second key.

Next was the third ward. Chen Wan didn't hesitate and kicked the door open. He could hear a woman crying faintly from inside. Chen Wan looked at the door and the ceiling, and only walked into the ward after making sure that there was nothing there.

There was a rotting corpse lying on the bed outside the ward. When Chen Wan shone the flashlight over there, he could even see maggots crawling on the corpse. The bed on the other side was not clear. There was a curtain in the middle that was drawn and kept swaying in the wind.

Chen Wan shone the flashlight over there, and through the light, he saw a shadowy figure on the curtain. It looked like a woman swaying in the wind, or a hanged ghost.

Chen Wan took a few steps forward, shining a flashlight in one hand and suddenly lifting the curtain with a steel knife in the other.

Behind the curtain was a woman with blood still dripping from her eyes. Her tongue was sticking out, her eyes were rolled up, and she was staring straight at Chen Wan.

Chen Wan sneered, "Playing tricks."

As she spoke, she swung the knife in her hand towards the woman. The woman was stunned for a moment. The scene she imagined of the other party being scared to death did not appear. Looking at the sharp knife, the woman struggled to dodge backwards and took out the gun in her hand at the same time.

Chen Wan kicked the woman's hand holding the gun, and the gun flew far away. The woman's wrist was broken by Chen Wan's kick, and she screamed miserably, "Ah, my hand, you are not afraid, someone come, help me."

Chen Wan put the blade of the steel knife against the woman's neck

, the blade lightly scratched the woman's neck, causing the skin to bleed. "I have a bad temper and I don't want to repeat what I said. From now on, you answer whatever I ask you. Do you understand?"

The woman covered her wrist in pain, and a look of fear appeared on her heavily made-up face. "I understand. Ask me, and I'll tell you everything I know. Please don't kill me."

"Who are you guys pretending to be ghosts on the fifth underground floor? Where is the key? Where is the exit?" Chen Wan asked in a cold voice. The blade trembled slightly when she spoke, and the woman was so scared that she burst into tears. Her colorfully made-up face was stained with tears, and she cried more like a ghost.