April 10th. Tuesday. Morning, 7:19 a.m.

Dogs vs. cats? Dummy? Zombie? Or - circling?

It's like a labyrinth.

Ye Xiao returned to the corridor on the fourth floor of the hospital, and the words of the six survivors sounded in his head in turn—each of them told a different story, and only a few details could be compared—by the early morning of April 2, there were about twenty people left, and most of the survivors had died one after another for seven days and seven nights underground. Among them, the rich second-generation Guo Xiaojun, white-collar Xu Pengfei, and security guard Yang Bing all belong to the tragic death type, but each person has several different versions of death. He rested his head against the cold wall, and there was no truth in sight, only a black mist that permeated the depths of the earth.

A hand patted him on the shoulder.

He turned his head in a panic, and his right hand subconsciously stretched out to his armpit, and while he saw clearly that it was the police officer Lao Wang, he also realized that he was not wearing a gun.

"At eight o'clock in the morning, the command will announce the quarantine results for all survivors. Hello do it yourself. Lao Wang whispered in his ear, and then left casually and chatted with the little policeman on duty.

In the dim light of the corridor in the early morning, Ye Xiao spread out his palms, and Lao Wang left him a small note with the address of a military veterinary hospital.

A second later, he had memorized the address, clenched his fists, and crumpled the note.

He rushed out of the hospital, there were still many reporters at the door, and he stayed sleepily for a whole night, and when he saw Ye Xiao coming out, he raised the camera one after another, and some people stopped in front of him and put the microphone to his mouth. He violently pushed the reporter away, jumped into the police car and turned on his swirl lights, getting rid of all entanglements.

The police car drove downstairs to the veterinary hospital, and at 7:50, it was too late!

He walked into the veterinary hospital in three steps and two steps, but was stopped by the police. After checking the documents, Ye Xiao came to the fourth floor and saw the Labrador in the most heavily guarded room.

That's it.

The beige fur is shiny and no longer as dirty and filthy as it is underground, and the nose is healthy and moist, and the eyes are looking intently at the sky outside the window.

A dog looking up at the sky. Because you've been in hell for too long?

Except for the splint on the left front leg, it looks normal and is under the care of a professional veterinarian who feeds and treats it. In a few days, it will appear in front of the world's cameras and become a Hollywood-style animal hero.

Ye Xiao didn't change into his epidemic prevention clothes, looked at it through the glass wall, and looked at the first survivor he found underground, Luo Haoran's most beloved pet, the only dog that escaped the killing of animals underground, and the only on-site witness when Luo Haoran was killed.

Suddenly, the Labrador that survived the catastrophe turned his head and saw Ye Xiao outside the glass wall.

It also recognized his face.

So, the Labrador began to bark wildly, as if it had been injected with a stimulant, its eyes were red, its teeth were bared, and if anyone dared to approach, it might taste the power of the dog's teeth.

The veterinarian walked up to Ye Xiao and said suspiciously: "I completely returned to normal yesterday, I was fine just now, why did I go crazy again?" ”

Ye Xiao stared at the dog's eyes and said softly, "Tell me, who killed your master?" ”

Chapter Churchill

April 10th. Tuesday. Morning, 7:59 a.m.

My name is Churchill.

I'm a Labradoodle.

My master's name is Luo Haoran, he died, and I watched him be killed.

On this cold morning, I was amazed that I could survive and return to earth from the grave to see the white clouds in the sky turn into dogs like me. I just felt lonely for a while, no one to accompany me through the dusk, no one to watch my old monk settle down, and no one to listen to my sorrow all night. When I woke up looking up at the sky from a 45-degree angle, I looked back and saw a pair of sharp eyes.

It's the policeman! The police who rescued me from the ground. I know his name, I know his story, I know that he is investigating the death of my master, and I am tormenting the secrets of the earth for seven days and seven nights. Because, he has already asked six survivors, and each one has given him a different answer, leaving him into a deadly labyrinth.

Perhaps he has understood that those who answer the questions, the survivors who survived the death, are lying!

All the truth, only I know.

Woof! Woof! Woof!

How can I let you know?

Woof! Woof! Woof!

Can't you stupid understand me?

Woof! Woof! Woof!

There is always only one truth-