Very close to the glass window of the first-class cabin, a young man in his twenties, slightly chubby, staring at the screen on his laptop with a slightly flushed face. The person in the back was talking to the person in the lead, not noticing what the people in the seat in front were looking at.

If someone notices the fat man's excitement but doesn't see the computer screen, they may guess that the young fat man is a deep house lewd man, thinking that he is watching an excellent action movie such as body art, but it is not.

He is not a fat house who likes to explore the structure of the human body of the opposite sex, but a fat house who loves games very much. Most of his laptop screen is filled with slow-walking zombies. The character controlled by the fat man, from a first-person perspective, constantly strafes, shoots, and aims at the head of the zombie.

The fat man's marksmanship is not bad, he can almost do a gun headshot, and within five meters in front of him, there are all fallen corpses, which can almost be piled up into a small mountain.

However, the zombies seem to be endless, and just after a dozen corpses have fallen, another team of zombies emerges from the darkness out of nowhere, swaying towards the protagonist.

The fat man's marksmanship is really good, but even if every bullet can kill a zombie, the number of zombies on the road is still increasing. The roar, the stench, seemed to hit the face.

Seeing that the bullets are about to run out, but the zombies have no end, and the protagonist will not be able to escape the fate of death, the fat man does not show a look of despair. Despite this, the fat man did not leave the keyboard with his hands, but continued to manipulate the character, shooting non-stop, and the wave of zombies could only rage within five meters of the protagonist.

The bullets ran out quickly. The last ten millimeter bullets for small pistols have been left, and the 5.56 mm caliber bullets for rifles have long since been strafed by a shuttle, and they are completely gone. If he could, the fat man would rather operate his character, aiming the swarthy muzzle of the pistol at the protagonist's temple and shooting it down, ending the game, but unfortunately, there is no suicide option in the game, and there is no suicide action screen.

The fat man watched as the zombie wave quickly rushed through the invisible five-meter defense line in front of the character, and finally saw a twisted and strange face, some of which had colorful liquid on their wrinkled skin, and then the whole picture turned gray and white, and the word "you are dead" was displayed in the center of the screen.

The fat man's expression was frustrated for a moment, but then he became angry again. There was still a sickly flush on his face, which was slowly expanding like a dry cloth soaked with blood, and soon the fat man's face was flushed again.

Death after death made him despair and angry. At some point, the flame of hatred grew in his heart, and every time he died, he added diesel fuel to the flame. The death of the last character finally broke him down.

The fat man felt a complete, deep despair, which in turn fueled the flames of hatred. This flame flew higher and higher, and finally broke through his moral bottom line.

He needs to vent, and all the rules and regulations of the world are optional. The two men behind him were talking louder and louder, as if mocking his incompetence. There were also some people in front of him who were whispering, and he felt that they were secretly laughing at him.

As far as the eye can see, many people seem to be talking about him, whether it is the front, the right, the back, they are all laughing at his skills, and even worse, there seem to be one or two people laughing at his physique.

The fat man's eyes were about to burst into flames. If you can't bear it, you don't need to endure it anymore. The fat man abruptly got up, grabbed the side of the laptop in each hand, lifted it, turned around and smashed it into the head of a passenger.

"Let you laugh at me, stone you to death and see if you still laugh!" the fat man roared hysterically as he kept rising and falling, smashing his laptop on the blood-soaked head again and again.

The passenger next to him screamed and ran away. The female passenger held her hands and placed them on her chest, her whole body trembling uncontrollably, looking very scared.

As soon as he heard the voice, Wang Qi immediately rushed over. He and his men stepped forward to stop the young fat man, who used the notebook as a weapon and brandished it wildly.

It took Wang Qi a lot of strength to subdue the fat man. Like several other emergencies, the young fat man was also infinitely powerful, as if he had taken a strong pill, and four or five people could not get close to him at all. After spending twenty or thirty minutes, Wang Qi saw that the fat man was slightly stunned, and stepped forward decisively, and with the cooperation of his subordinates, the fat man was subdued on the spot.

After handcuffing, I wanted to ask a routine question, but I found that the person had fainted. Wang Qi patted the fat man's face vigorously, slapped his left and right, and his cheeks were swollen on both sides, and he didn't see any signs of waking up.

Wang Qi stood up and looked at the fat man who was already unconscious with a sad face. Strange things happened one after another, if there was a little clue, Wang Qi could still feel more stable in his heart, but now he had no clue at all. He didn't know what these people were mad about, or why they were killing people.

After the incident, the doctor also rushed over quickly. After hastily examining the head of the person who was smashed, he had already recorded the time of death of the deceased in the notebook he carried with him.

On the other side of the hallway, a man was waving his hands, his face full of surprise and his cheeks a little red.

Directly in front of him was a beautiful, young woman dressed in fashion, with a shallow smile at the moment, her hands gently on the man's shoulders, and her face turned over - she was asking for a kiss from the man.

Although the woman did not speak, any man knew the meaning of the woman's behavior. While he was excited, of course, he was a little surprised. He couldn't believe it, when did his girlfriend take the initiative so much?

The man accepted the woman's kiss with half push and half refusal. The two lips touched together, and the man felt the softness of that place, and I am afraid that the comfort and satisfaction of his life are not worth one-ten-thousandth of this moment.

However, the beauty is always short-lived, and after a few seconds of enjoyment, the girlfriend suddenly bites the man's tongue. The man thought that his girlfriend was looking for excitement, but after being shocked, he didn't resist too much and let the other party do it.

But gradually, the woman bit her tongue more and more, and a salty and wet smell began to permeate her mouth. The man knew very well what it was, it was the smell of blood.

The man opened his eyes and saw that his girlfriend was also looking at him. He noticed his girlfriend's eyes, which were not as plain and boring as ever, but full of madness and murderous intent.

His eyes widened in horror as he tried to push his girlfriend away. He pushed his girlfriend's shoulders with both hands, but forgot that his tongue was still in his girlfriend's mouth, and when he pulled it, he almost pulled out his tongue entirely!

Blood poured out of the man's mouth, and it made the woman's lips more vibrant. The man wanted to struggle and leave the bewitching woman, but he didn't dare to move, because the slightest movement would cause his injured tongue to be torn out.

The girlfriend's teeth are like tightening the vise at the moment, and they have not loosened a little.

The man tried to call for help, but couldn't make a sound. After a brief moment of panic, he quickly calmed himself down. He groped around with both hands, and soon found something leather. He guessed it was his own purse.

This ** thing was raised to treat him like this, and he wanted to give her a heavy punishment. The man wanted to smash the leather bag he had already got in his hands on his girlfriend's face. If there was a knife, he would have slashed seventeen or eighteen on her pretty face.

But the man's movements were not fast enough. He had just grasped the purse tightly and was about to make a move when the woman's head suddenly flicked to the back of the writer.

Blood spurted from the man's mouth and splattered onto the nearby seats. A red tongue dripping with blood was bitten in the woman's mouth, and a large amount of blood was still flowing from the root.

The man's eyes were wide open and he howled like a wild beast. The sharp pain irritated his nerves, and he soon passed out.

When Wang Qi was still worried, he heard movement behind him and immediately rushed over.

The woman who bit her boyfriend's tongue, her two red lips were full of blood, and she was smiling silently at Wang Qi.

Wang Qi didn't understand why she was smiling so weirdly, and before he could understand what was going on, he saw the woman holding a pen in both hands and stabbing her chest and abdomen.

It's the heart area, and it must be painful to poke it. But the woman seemed to think that she was not dead fast enough, her left hand held the pen bar, and the palm of her right hand smashed the head of the pen, this scene is like a craftsman smashing nails, except that the craftsman is smashing the nail in the object, and the woman is smashing the nail in her heart.

The woman died on the spot, and the dead could not die again. She collapsed in a pool of blood in her chair, next to a fallen red tongue.

The people next to him were stunned. How could people have ever seen such a bloody and cruel scene, and encountered such a strange and bizarre thing! When it was quiet in the economy class, everyone's faces turned a little pale.

Everyone has realized that they seem to be running into a ** problem. This annoyance can't be seen or touched, but it can make people crazy.

Death spreads on this plane, and the Grim Reaper is gradually picking its prey. Once people are born in this world, they are not willing to die easily. People looked at each other vigilantly, carefully observing the expressions of the people around them. I'm afraid that as long as one person moves strangely, the people around him will immediately flee for the road, and there will be no delay for another minute.