"Who will be on the big night? It wouldn't be that Lao Zhang, an old boy, was said by me during the day and came to take revenge on me at night, right? ”

Zheng Fan got up and walked towards the door, he estimated that it was Lao Zhang, after all, except for Lao Zhang, no one knew that he lived here.

"Is it Lao Zhang?"

"Knock, knock, knock..."

No one replied to him, only the constant knocking at the door, loud but rhythmic.

Zheng Fan smiled, he had already come to the door and was about to unlock it, when a woman's scream came from the street outside the window.

"Hell! Help me! ”

"Help... Help..."

The sudden sound made Zheng Fan's hand that was about to open the door froze, and he did not rush to open the door, but ran quickly to the window.

After all, human life is at stake, and someone is shouting for help!

While walking, Zheng Fan took out his mobile phone, although the network was disconnected and the phone could not be dialed, it did not affect the use of the camera function.

If there are thieves or robbers or other bad guys out there, this video will be evidence.

I saw that on the street, a man and a woman were running desperately hand in hand, and behind the two of them, there were twenty people, walking in the direction of these two people unhurriedly.

Twenty people, dressed in different costumes, some wearing short-sleeved shorts, some wearing long-sleeved sweatshirts, and even some wearing suits and ties, most of them were young people, and there was only one old man.

"What the hell is there? These two people look like they should be two people, what are they shouting about? ”

Zheng Fan frowned, taking this as a prank, after all, there are many people on the Internet now, there are many people who shoot small videos, in order to attract people's attention, what kind of sand sculpture video can't be filmed?

Just about to close the curtains, Zheng Fan rubbed his eyes and looked down again, the man and the woman had already run far away, and the twenty people who followed behind were still walking in their direction.

Their speed is the speed of normal people walking, but their hands are hanging down, as if their arms are broken, and the camera function is pulled closer to the field of vision, and if you look closely, the eyes of the twenty people are very dull and have no look.

Among them, the old man in short sleeves had a large piece of flesh missing from his arm, and some black liquid was flowing drop by drop.

"Shhhhh

With a gasp, Zheng Fan felt the hairs on his entire body stand up.

"The old man's blood, black?"

Zheng Fan's heart was pounding, and he suddenly thought of the advertisement he saw during the day.

Could it be that this is a zombie?

Zheng Fan took a deep breath, tried to calm down, and had the courage to continue to observe through the camera function.

"These twenty people, except for the old man, who is missing a piece of meat on his arm, the others don't seem to be injured, but their faces are a little pale."

Zheng Fan has also seen a lot of zombie movies, the biggest feature is that the body is seriously decomposed, and then there is a terrifying roar in the mouth, but the twenty people downstairs do not have these characteristics.

The lot that Zheng Fan rents is relatively remote, because the rent will be cheaper in remote places, so there are few cars passing by here on weekdays.

"As soon as the ghost fire sounds, my parents raise it in vain, the front of the car is warped, and Lord Yama laughs..."

The loud sound of subwoofers came from far and near, and a modified ghost fire motorcycle rushed into Zheng Fan's field of vision.

The motorcycle passed by the 'twenty people', but in a few seconds, the motorcycle drove back and stopped next to the 'twenty people'.

"Hey, how many guys can do it, street performance art? Looking at your consistent pace, I think it will be more interesting to kick the right step! ”

Two men came out of the motorcycle, looking to be eighteen or nineteen years old, one of them holding a selfie stick for his mobile phone.

"Old iron, do you see, performance art, 666 brush it up for me!"

It's a ghost fire boy who plays live broadcast.

"Uncle, you can work hard enough, but you are still engaged in art at your age? What are your dreams? One of the boys laughed and raised an eyebrow at the old man.

Another teenager with a selfie stick deliberately got closer and gave the old man a close-up: "Uncle, tell me your dreams!" ”

'Whew'

Without warning, the old man bit the man's shoulder, and in pain, he subconsciously threw away the selfie stick in his hand.

I touched my shoulder with my hand, but I was bitten and bleeding, and I was immediately angry.

"Old and immortal! How dare you bite me? Do you know who I am? I'm Tiger Master! I have 80,000 followers, I'll do it! ”

As he spoke, the man named Tiger Ye kicked the old man in the chest, and the old man fell to the ground.

Another man hurriedly came to persuade him: "Master Hu, you are crazy!" Dare to hit the old man? ”

As soon as the three words of the old man came out, the man named Tiger Ye was sober, yes, what era is this? Hit the old man? First of all, it is illegal to fight, and who can afford the old man's medical expenses?

At this time, the remaining nineteen people, with dull eyes, walked towards the two ghost fire boys step by step.

"What to do? Let's run! ”

The tiger master picked up the selfie stick, quickly turned off the mobile phone, and was about to get in the car and run away.

"Where are you going? What we did just now, everyone in the live broadcast room listened and watched, we have a lot of black fans, if this is a hit-and-run..."

"Yes, you can't run, grandma, anyway, labor and management are rich, it's a big deal to pay for medical expenses and mental damages, let's help the old man up first..."

Zheng Fan was very puzzled when he watched upstairs, and he began to wonder if these twenty people were the so-called zombies.

If it's not a zombie, then why did the old man bite the 'tiger master' at the beginning? And after the old man was kicked, there was no one to help or persuade him?

"Uncle, grandfather, grandfather, I'm sorry, I'm young and frivolous. I was wrong just now, I'm going to help you go to the hospital now, no matter how much it costs..."

'Tiger Master' squatted down and went to help the old man, who would have thought that the old man opened his mouth coldly and bit him on the neck.

"you..."

Before the tiger master finished speaking, he died with a whimper.

He's dead.

The moment the tiger master lay down, the old man also slowly stood up and walked towards another man at the speed of a normal person.

At the same time, the 'nineteen people' around him changed direction, came to the body of the tiger master, and began to bite and devour...

"Killed, killed?"

The remaining ghost fire boy was so scared that he was about to pee, and the scene in front of him was like hell, these people not only dared to kill, but also dared to eat people!

Are they human?

As soon as he thought of this, the man hurriedly got on the motorcycle, quickly twisted the key, and ran away, shouting as he ran: "Kill!" Kill! ”

Zheng Fan also sat on the ground with his buttocks, firstly, he was frightened, and secondly, he was afraid that the 'zombies' downstairs would see him.

Panting heavily, for the first time in his life, he saw a living person, dead in front of him, and still brutally eaten.

Shocked, a voice magnified his fear countless times again.

"Knock, knock, knock..."

The knock on the door was still so rhythmic.

Zheng Fan didn't dare to stand up, for fear of being discovered by the zombies outside the window, so he crawled back to his bedroom and took out a one-meter-long iron pipe from the cabinet door, about twenty pounds.

When a person rents a house, he always has something to defend himself, and he doesn't dare to buy something like a knife, which is illegal, so he got an iron pipe taken from the construction site to defend himself.

Although there are kitchen knives in the kitchen, he still feels that iron pipes give him a sense of security in comparison.

Zheng Fan held the iron pipe tightly, as if it could calm his heart a little, and picked up the mobile phone, he wanted to call the police!

I called the police with a trembling voice, but unfortunately, there was still no prompt sound and I couldn't get through.

"What should I do?"

I looked at my phone again, the knock on the door lasted for more than ten minutes, if it was a normal person knocking on the door, whether it was the landlord, or the neighbor, or the courier company's Lao Wang, no one opened the door after knocking a few times, so it was natural to leave.

Where does someone knock on the door for ten minutes?

"It's not a way to go on like this, I have to make sure who is knocking at the door!"

After taking a hard puff of the cigarette, Zheng Fan snuffed out the cigarette butt, and a ruthless anger appeared in his eyes.

"Labor and management have been abandoned by their parents since childhood, and they have been crawling all the way to the present, and they are not afraid to wear shoes with bare feet, what about zombies? Gods and ghosts are afraid of the wicked, do it! ”

After saying a cruel word, something called courage seemed to appear in his heart, and he held the steel pipe tightly, feeling less afraid.

The steps were very light, trying not to make a sound, cautiously walked towards the door, through the cat's eye on the door, only to see a pale face, dull eyes of a big-breasted woman, keep using her body, banging on her door.

", it's really a zombie, how could you find me for no reason?"

The look, the face, the strange way of knocking on the door, and the comparison with the 'twenty people' on the street, Zheng Fan was sure that this strange woman was a zombie!

"Knock, knock, knock..."

At the moment when Zheng Fan approached the door, the sound of the impact became more violent, and the rhythm became faster.

The sound seemed to hit Zheng Fan's heart.

For the first time in his life, he saw death with his own eyes, and knew that there was a zombie at the door of his house, and the police call could not be reached, and the continuous depression made Zheng Fan almost collapse.

"Fuck you! Bump, bump! This is an anti-theft door, and it can only be opened by pushing it out, depending on how you knock it open! ”

He roared loudly, his fingers were almost a little numb because he had been holding the steel pipe for a long time, and after roaring out with anger, Zheng Fan felt a lot more comfortable, but the fear was still there.

He moved a chair and sat about three meters opposite the door, he had to keep an eye on it all the time, although the possibility of the zombie breaking the door was very low, but in case the zombie broke in, he had to fight back with the iron pipe in his hand as soon as possible.

The cigarettes were smoked one after another, and the rhythmic sound of banging on the door never stopped, and the zombie seemed to be completely unaware of tiredness, and had endless strength.

Zheng Fan's mind was very messy, and the only thing he was glad about now was that he had stocked up some food, at least for a while, and he wouldn't starve to death.

After about five minutes, an angry roar rang out in the corridor: "Fuck your mother! Who knocked knock knock and woke up the labor and management dreams, I put up with you for three minutes, you know? ”

This voice was very close and familiar, and Zheng Fan knew that it was his neighbor Li Laoba.

"Ahh

A scream sounded, Zheng Fan hurriedly ran to the door, looked out through the cat's eyes...