There is no new intelligence...... Jill pondered the importance of the news stories as she skimmed through them. After a flurry of news, there is a list.

William? Berkenn

Steve? Keller

Martin? Clark Long

Mike? Dis

Henry? Sutton

Allan? smith

Bill? La Peterson

Jill couldn't help but frown, she didn't know any of the people on this list. But this Bill? Could La Peterson be Chris's friend, the man who works at Ambrera? Can't confirm, this can only be asked by Chris......

…… But that's after I found him, and it doesn't mean anything at the moment. Now it is necessary to start looking for the others. S members. Jill pressed the transfer button, and the data jumped to the end, and a picture appeared on the screen. That's made up of extremely fine threads. Squares vs. rectangles, and things like diagonal parallel lines with certain imprints. At the bottom of the diagram is a line with a mysterious message left by Trante.

The Knight's Key, the Tiger's Eyes, the Four Badges (the Door to New Life), the Eagle of the East/the Wolf of the West

Wow, maybe something like a riddle or something. This image is supposed to be a map, which looks like some kind of layout map. The largest space is in the middle, and some slightly smaller spaces extend to the left......

Jill suddenly felt her heart beat faster, and as she stared at the small screen, she thought that Trant was an incredible person.

This layout plan is obviously the first floor of this villa, and when she pressed the transfer button again, she thought she would see the layout of the second floor. However, it has a map that is the same as the first floor, and nothing is written on the map. But that's enough.

Jill then decides that the Spencer family's villa must be the source of the horrors of Raccoon City - meaning that the answers to all questions lie in this villa, waiting to be solved.

The zombie groaned, and Chris held his pistol against the opponent's abdomen and fired two shots. The bullet buries deep into the rotting flesh, and the zombie falls in Chris's direction, and the rancid breath that erupts from his nose comes with it.

Chris pushed the other away, and a feeling of wanting to vomit welled up from the depths of his throat. A foul-smelling liquid dripped from his hands and from the gun, and the monster fell to the floor.

Chris wiped Beretta on his bulletproof vest as he stepped back, trying to take a deep breath and try not to throw it up. The zombies wandering in the hallways hardened from dryness, like a dry leaf.

Chris barely managed to hold back the uncomfortable feeling, and the desire to vomit slowly subsided. Although his appetite is not fragile, the stench that permeates the surroundings is unbearable! Try to get used to it! There must be many more of them......

The hallway Chris was in was all made of blackened wood, with only a few dim lights, and for a moment, it was so quiet that you could hear blood running through the capillaries in your ears. What are these monsters, and what were they before? Chris thought as he looked down at the corpse. Just now Chris felt the other party's foul-smelling breath spray on his face. To be sure, this guy is not a corpse that has come back from the dead, and although it looks very similar from the outside, it is definitely something different.

"No, that kind of thing is good for anything, and from that desperate awareness, these guys are indeed a bunch of brilliant zombies. They even want to bite me, and these monsters must have eaten a few citizens of Raccoon City. The main thing now is to get back to the other teammates, and then everyone will find a way to escape from here and ask for support. With only a few people in the squad, they simply don't have the physical strength to face this situation. “

Chris removed the empty magazine from the pistol and quickly reloaded it. He felt a little nervous in his heart, because now there were only fifteen bullets left. Although there are fighting daggers, it is a bit nonsense to use only one dagger to face hordes of zombies.

On the left-hand side was a plain door, and Chris tried to turn the doorknob, but it didn't open. He noticed that there seemed to be an armor shape printed on the keyhole, which was a sword-shaped mark on the door that he suddenly remembered. Swords, armor...... There must be some definite intent here.

Chris continued down the hallway, pricking up his ears to listen to the sounds around him while taking a quiet, deep breath through his nose. Since Chris had just smeared the foul-smelling slime on his hands and pistol on his bulletproof vest, he couldn't detect the smell even if a zombie approached. As the hallway turned to the left, Chris quickly turned the corner and searched left and right with Beretta in his hand, a pillar blocking part of his view. But Chris still saw the back of a man with the flesh on his shoulder shaved off and his clothes covered in blood.

Chris immediately approached to the right, trying to aim carefully. The zombies were about forty paces away from him, and he didn't want to waste bullets. It was Chris's leather boots that struck the hard wooden planks with a crisp sound. The zombie on the other side slowly shifted its footsteps and turned around. Because the other party's movements were particularly slow, Chris was still hesitating.

The surface of the guy's body seemed to be covered with a film of mucus, and it staggered towards it like a blind man, and its smooth skin reflected a hazy luster. And its hands slowly stretched forward, its skull glowing pale beneath its thinning hair.

Chris retreated to the left rear, and the zombie changed direction with him, a slow pace that clearly revealed a sense of impatience.

Exactly like in the movies. It's dangerous, but it's stupid. It's easy to escape......

Now be sure to save ammo, there is a staircase at the other end of the corridor. Chris took a deep breath and prepared to escape.

- This is, suddenly a moan sounded behind him. A strong stench came over Chris, and he jerked his head back. In fact, even if you don't look at it, you can know what's going on.

A completely rancid zombie stood just a few steps away from him, hands outstretched forward. From its cracked abdomen, you can even faintly see the rotting internal organs inside, officially the zombie that Chris shot and put down just now, it is not dead!

"!"

Chris began to run through the hallway at full speed, cursing as he avoided the zombies. Bypassing the sturdy beams, we were close to the stairs......