After reading the newspaper, 9527 was plagued by some familiar and unfamiliar terms, some seemingly ordinary but unreachable words, which seemed to be full of his life, and it seemed that he did not belong to him.

'Uh-a----'

A sharp headache interrupted his thoughts, and this time the pain was unusual, as if the temples had been pierced with silver needles, and they kept stirring, causing the veins on his head to burst out and cold sweat to flow.

I don't know how long it took, it seemed that he had fainted, and when 9527 opened his eyes, it was already dusk, scratching his head, picking up his backpack, and embarking on the trip again, but there was a little more doubt in his heart.

After a while, night fell, and the cold wind howled, blowing 9527 to tighten his clothes, but fortunately he found a T-shirt and pants, otherwise he would definitely not survive.

Now he misses the dilapidated little pickup truck very much, at least he can sleep peacefully in the cockpit, but now, he has long been lost and can't go back, so he can only move forward.

Suddenly, 9527's eyes lit up, it was really bright, because there seemed to be a flickering fire ahead, warm and beautiful.

As we got closer, the light grew brighter and brighter, and from afar, there was indeed a man holding a deer leg and sitting by the fire roasting meat.

9527 thought about how to say hello, or rather, whether to go and say hello, in exchange for two cans, it should be no problem to sleep on the fire and eat some barbecue for one night.

Thinking like this, 9527 squatted and moved to the fire, thinking of the person who killed him before as he walked, and that person killed himself without any mercy, what if he was also the kind of guy who killed people without blinking.

As I continued walking, I saw a loop of rope centered on the stove, and some empty cans were tied to the rope, which was supposed to prevent zombies.

It seems that he has lived for a long time, how could he make such a low-level mistake as lighting a fire at night, while muttering, he added a few more hearts, this person is definitely not simple.

Finally, when he could barely see the face clearly, when he saw the person's face clearly, 9527 was shocked, he ,,, that he was, isn't this TM the one who killed me yesterday!?

After seeing the man's face clearly, 9527's heart was full of fear, he was afraid, afraid of the person's cold-bloodedness, afraid of being stabbed, afraid of facing that person, the moment he saw his face, his back even had a faint pain.

Let's go, he muttered in his heart, it's better not to mess with this kind of person, once this kind of thought appears, it is like a virus that cannot be controlled, and the more he thinks about it, the more scared he becomes.

Just stepped back little by little, at this time, the man got up, 9527 thought he had been discovered, and thought of a way to deal with it, but the man didn't find anything, but rummaged through his bag and took out a roll of toilet paper. It turned out that after eating the deer leg, I was about to relieve my big hands, but I couldn't stand the taste of pulling in the safe area around me, so I had to go out and pull it.

I saw him carefully lift a wooden stick attached to the empty jar and open a way

''Clang-clang,,,''

He was already very careful, but the sound was still very loud in the silent forest, and he could see that the alarm system was really effective, which may be the reason why he dared to make a fire at night and eat deer legs, and then the man walked out with a knife in his hand.

Looking at the guardrail that had opened the gap, and the person who had defecated far away, 9527 had a plan and sneaked in through the gap.