Niu Tashi, in the suburbs, the heavy rain was coming, it was dark, Lei Yan held a short knife in his hand, standing alone in the rain, letting the rain whip whip his body, motionless, as if turning into a stone man.

At his feet, corpses were all over the field, there were dozens of corpses lying around, there were zombies, there were also living people, Lei Yan was full of hope and joy to get acquainted with a group of more than 30 people, I don't know if anyone was still alive, the huge grief made Lei Yan's spirit fall into emptiness, his body lost his sense of everything around him, he couldn't find the meaning of survival for a while, and the whole person stopped......

"Second-rate Detective" fifty-three, the slaughterhouse (1) is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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