Before the six of them could react, the cries for help mixed with many noises in the headphones came again, and the speed of the callers was much more anxious than the last time.

"Captain, what should I do?" This time, including Wang Mingjun, who was standing on the top of the building, they all set their eyes on Wei Yilin, and at that moment, Wei Yilin suddenly felt as if his body had been burned by something, because the first thought that flashed through his mind was not how to rescue, but how to avoid making this decision! Wei Yilin set his eyes on the four people around him, and finally he even set his eyes on Wang Mingjun, he was waiting, waiting for them to help him make a decision. But the idea is absurd – the emphasis of violent apparatus is obedience, almost absolute obedience.

In the midst of this hesitation, the cries for help came from the communicator again, this time accompanied by the clear and eerie roar of the cries for help.

Everyone's eyes became more and more scorching, Wei Yilin felt that his combat uniform had emitted white smoke, his internal organs began to boil, his heart also "bang", "bang", "bang", and his brain began to swell and heat. Wei Yilin began to pray, hoping that he could not bear it at this time, and his eyes fainted with white eyes.

The fourth call for help made everyone's hearts rise to their throats, because this time in the noise from the communicator, a human voice appeared for the first time, and Wei Yilin heard clearly the word "abandonment" and the word "live".

The fifth cry for help came to an abrupt end with the screams of the caller, followed by a maddening noise, and just as everyone couldn't help but tear off their headphones, "bang", everyone froze in place as if they had fallen into an ice hole.

Wei Yilin didn't remember when he came back to his senses, when he came back to his senses, the communicator had regained its tranquility, he glanced at everyone, Qin Tianwu was silently wiping his rifle, Qiao Wu's eagle-like eyes were testing the edge with the cold dagger, Zhong Wenfeng's eyes were closed, his teeth were clenched, but his hands were like lightning to assemble pieces of steel into a pistol. Bai Yunlian covered her face with both hands, her shoulders trembled, she had already taken off her gloves, and the back of her white hand was imprinted in Wei Yilin's dark eyes.

"Perhaps, we should be optimistic about life and death." Qiao Wu stared at his dagger, his voice like the wind, cold and bone-eater.

"It's useless, Qiao Wu." It was Zhong Wenfeng who spoke, and he had already raised his head as he spoke, but his eyes were clearly fixed on Wei Yilin, "Our conscience will condemn us for the rest of our lives." ”

Qin Tianwu snorted rather contemptuously.

"Let's go, let's take a look." Wei Yilin suddenly said, "Go see them." ”

Everyone was unexpectedly quiet, no one agreed, no one objected, in the suffocating silence, Bai Yunlian put down the hand that was covering her face, and looked at everyone's eyes a little timidly. Wei Yilin glanced at her with his peripheral vision and found that the corners of her eyes were a little red and swollen.

Qin Tianwu twisted his neck, stood up, didn't look at the others, and walked straight towards the pickup: "I'll drive." ”

"I'm a shooter." Qiao Wu said, grabbing the steeplechase of the pickup truck, turning over and jumping onto the body.

"Me too." Wang Mingjun, who had just come down from the third floor, grabbed the upper frame of the right front door of the pickup truck with one hand and stood on the pedal for people to get up and down.

Zhong Wenfeng stood up behind Bai Yunlian, but he didn't go to the back seat, but turned over and jumped into the back box, with his back against Qin Tianwu. Wei Yilin grabbed the left rear window frame of the pickup truck and held the submachine gun in one hand in his left hand. Such a way to ride is to be able to jump out of the car and escape as soon as possible when encountering danger.

The pickup truck slowly turned out of the factory and onto a four-lane road in both directions, east-west, which was also littered with a few parked vehicles, many of which had collided, but fortunately the wreckage was not dense enough to completely block the road. An infected person leaned sickly beside a car that had not yet turned off, his eyes were misty, and there were traces of a line of dark liquid running through the corners of his mouth, and when the pickup truck passed not far in front of it, it jumped violently, and the confusion in his eyes was swept away, replaced by ferocity.

However, the distance between the infected person and the pickup truck was still farther, until it fell, it was still close to a meter and a half distance from the pickup truck, and when it finally got up from the ground, the pickup truck was already far away, and the dust and exhaust fumes left behind sprayed it in the face, and the infected person screamed a few words and began to wander aimlessly again. It only took them five minutes to arrive at No. 97 Zijin West Road. This is also a two-way four-lane road, but the density of cars on the road is a little larger, there are several places, Qin Tianwu had to crash through the railing in the middle of the road and drive to the opposite lane.

Strangely, there was not a single infected person in the wreckage of these cars, and there were no infected people in the shops on the street, perhaps because they were used to the sound of car engines? Or are they attracted by the gunfire of the vultures? Thinking of this, Wei Yilin couldn't help but feel numb. When the number on the door number changed to 60, Qin Tianwu stopped the car, according to experience, it was only a few hundred meters away from No. 53, and any closer it was insulting the infected's sense of smell, hearing, and sight - although no one knew if the infected person's three senses were still working normally.

The further you go, the brows of the crowd have gradually changed into the shape of "Chuan", the road is full of corpses, some have lost their arms, some have lost their heads, and some have dug out four or five big holes in their bodies, a bus lies in the middle of the road, both sides of the bus are full of the wreckage of the car, it seems that there has been a tragic car accident here, the glass window of the bus is sprinkled with blood, and the situation in the car can no longer be seen.

Most of the cars on either side of it were deformed, the glass was shattered, some were empty inside, and some were stuck with one or two corpses. Wei Yilin approached a corpse stuck in the car, the corpse's eyes widened, the pupils were bloodshot, the skin was grayish-white, and it looked like it had been infected, but strangely, when Wei Yilin tried to get close to him, he didn't react in the slightest, and there was no obvious trauma on his body. Could it be that it was starved to death?

But now was not the time to think about it, they rounded the bus, but they all widened their eyes, it turned out that behind the bus, there were also a number of corpses lying on the ground, among which there were a few infected people who stood out from the crowd, but the thick smell of blood seemed to interfere with their three senses—they seemed to be blind to the few people who were close by.

Qiao Wu pressed the muzzle of the gun that Zhong Wenfeng had raised, the latter's finger was already on the trigger, and the muzzle of the gun was trembling constantly, looking very nervous. No. 53 Zijin West Road is a tobacco shop. There is a double-door freezer at the door of the tobacco shop, the door of the freezer is open, the drinks inside have long been swept away, and the heavy corpses have been crossed, and there are two rows of counters in the store, one left and one right, the counters are full of expensive cigarettes, and behind the containers are inlaid shelves, which are full of popular cigarettes, as well as red wine, brandy, and century-old muddles. It's just that these former pleasures have completely lost their market in today's Huanzhou - at least they are still on the shelves.

In front of the counter facing the door, a man in a white hazmat suit leaned against the corpses in the store, his face covered in blood, but the expression on his face could not be seen clearly. Although the infected people in the vicinity did not react to the crowd, Wei Yilin could not be stupid enough to "provoke" it, after observation, he found that there was a small alley on the right hand side of this tobacco shop, and there were also some forks in the alley, among which there should be one that could go around to the back door of the tobacco shop, and if there were survivors in the vultures, the fork in the alley was also the only way for them to escape.

Wei Yilin put the submachine gun on his back to the left side of his body, pulled out the cold dagger with his right hand, took out the pistol with his left hand, and said softly: "Until the moment of life and death, it is strictly forbidden to shoot." ”

Everyone nodded, and took out the pistol and dagger after him, only Bai Yunlian turned off the safety of the pistol, it seemed, this guy had little confidence in her self-control - although it was indeed difficult to ask her to behave exactly like everyone else.

As Wei Yilin expected, the tobacconist had a back door, a green tin door, half-hidden, but that was clearly not what it meant—a corpse fell between the tin door and the door frame, blocking the track of the tin door. When everyone's eyes were focused on this corpse, their faces sank again - white chemical protective suits, black assault rifles. The body was lying on the ground, and his face was not visible, but judging by the hole in the back of his head, his face was probably gone...... Hatred suddenly swept over Zhong Wenfeng's face.

Wang Mingjun gently opened the iron door, the sunlight dispelled the darkness behind the door, this is a small room, against the wall, a spring bed, next to the spring bed there is a small coffee table and three small plastic stools, on the coffee table are placed two dusty teacups and an ashtray with five or six cigarette butts. On the other side of the small room, there was a one-sided door, a common brownish-yellow wooden door, which was also open, with two corpses lying in the doorway, and a corpse with a neck almost cut off on the side wall.

Wang Mingjun turned around and glanced at Wei Yilin with questioning eyes, the latter nodded, so Wang Mingjun nodded, and after Qiao Wudu, the two stepped into the small room, while Zhong Wenfeng and Qin Tianwu stayed outside the house to be on guard. Wei Yilin squatted down and gently turned over the martyr's robe, his face had indeed been cut off by a bullet, the mask was long gone, the remaining face and neck were covered with scars, the gloves on his left hand were also missing, the ring finger and tail finger were missing, and the middle finger was only the small section closest to the palm.

Wei Yilin swallowed his grief back, reached out and groped around the neck of the robe, and soon he found the thin silver chain, and pulled it gently, it was unimaginable that it was not bitten off by the crazy infected.

So Wei Yilin carefully removed it from the neck of the robe, and both sides of the chain were stained with blood that had not yet coagulated, and the blood flowed down the chain, and it had dyed the brand tied to the chain red. Wei Yilin gently wiped the blood stains on the silver medal on the chemical protective suit of the robe Ze - Zhou Zhaohuan Blood Type B The Second Battalion of the Third Regiment of the Ninth Airmobile Brigade still had his place of origin written after the number, but because the blood stains were not completely wiped clean, he could not be identified clearly.

"Yunlian, take him home." In Bai Yunlian's big box, in addition to the necessary medical tools, there is also a small cardboard box with magnets installed at the opening and closing, what is this box for, Bai Yunlian has never said, but now everyone knows the answer.

I saw Bai Yunlian gently open the box, there was a "fence" in the middle of the box, and there were several small notes loosely stuffed on the left side of the "fence", and when I took it out, there were six boxes printed on one side of the note, and a few No. 5 black ones were printed on the front three, from top to bottom were "name", "year of birth and death", and "reason".

"Only five?" Wei Yilin's eyes were sharp, and in addition to doubts, Bai Yunlian's voice even had a taste of "I already knew", and sure enough, without waiting for Bai Yunlian to respond, he said to himself, "Yes, it has always been like this." ”

"Captain, only three were found inside." Before Bai Yunlian or Wei Yilin could say anything more, Wang Mingjun's voice came from the tobacco shop. Wei Yilin frowned when he heard this, his lips moved, but he didn't say anything, got up and walked in. Bai Yunlian hesitated for a moment, and then walked up. Turning the wooden door, there was a counter selling seven wolves, there was a partition on the left side of this counter for people to walk around the front and back of the counter, and now the partition had been broken away, and a body in a chemical protective suit was half-collapsed on the edge of the cabinet behind the partition, and the body's hands were bloody.

The other body was lying on the counter, his lower body was still outside the counter, the chemical protective suit on his feet had been scratched to pieces, the fragments were all stained with mottled blood, and the back covering the counter was branded with ten shocking blood marks by something, and under the marks, in the flesh and blood, something was emitting a terrifying white light. The corpse had a thumb-thick hole in its head, and from time to time it dripped a semi-condensed solid mixed with red and white, and the third body fell in the doorway, and there was a backlog of five or six infected people's bodies on his body, the condition of which was not yet known.

"What is this?" Wei Yilin pointed to the scar on the back of the body lying on the counter and asked, this wound is too weird, Wei Yilin has also been torn by an infected person, but the infected person only caused some wrinkles in the chemical protective suit, except for destroying its ornamentality, there is nothing left, but the chemical protective clothing of this body is torn apart! And look at the marks not by numerous claws, but by a pair of claws! How strong is that? How sharp are the claws?

"Yunlian, record it." Wei Yilin said to himself, but strangely, he didn't get a response, and somehow he had a hint of foreboding in his heart......