And when there was still one person in Mo Ran's puzzle group who didn't speak, it was in a room in a building just one building away from him.

A woman in only thin pajamas sits on a soft bed with her knees crossed and plays with her phone.

The windows are tightly protected by curtains, making the room look dark.

Only the strong light of the mobile phone shone on her face, which made her already white and delicate face as transparent as jade.

She was obviously very beautiful, especially in the light of this light; The only drawback is that the figure is a little thinner.

I don't know what I saw at this moment, and a sneering smile appeared on his face.

Although the corners of her mouth were only slightly curled, it still made her face, which originally looked as indifferent as snow, a little more angry.

She is the trace snow who has never spoken in the group, even if she was pulled into the group to add friends, she never said a word, she just watched all this indifferently like a bystander.

Just like her state at the moment, she is as leisurely as if she has just finished taking a shower and sitting on the bed lazily playing with her mobile phone, and everything that happens outside seems to have nothing to do with her.

"Who can save you, and who can you save?"

After a slight smile, her faint voice sounded softly to herself.

After speaking, it seemed that the mobile phone signal had disappeared, even if she was indifferent, she couldn't help frowning lightly on her face.

But the next moment, it was more like a relaxed smile and a smile.

When she opened the call log, there were suddenly dozens of missed calls from the same person, and she stared at it tightly for a long time, and her indifferent face seemed to show a lot of struggle.

After a while, he turned off his phone and threw it aside, then let out a long sigh of relief and fell back on the bed.

With the infinite delicate flat beach in front of him, his slender legs straight, his hands flat, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, he didn't know what he was thinking in such indulgence.

Suddenly, it seemed to hear the sound of "poof~poof~" outside mixed with the restless roar of zombies.

Such an unusual sound was so striking in the silence of the present day that she stood up gently, lifted the curtains in her slippers and looked down.

It didn't take long to see it.

There was obviously something strange on his face, and it seemed like he was a little excited and frightened.

That's a strange-looking man:

Wearing a bicycle helmet on his head, a dress tied to his face, glasses, a thick long-sleeved jacket and gloves on a hot day, and a large iron rod in his hand, he was fighting three zombies.

It's not very tall, it should be just over 1.7 meters, not to mention strong, or a little thin, but the strength and speed that burst out—

It looked a little difficult, but the three zombies couldn't even touch him in his dodge.

Maybe if it weren't for the fear of their contact, it would have only taken a few sticks to knock them out.

But even so, as soon as he seized the opportunity and slammed a stick down to hit the head, the front peck would go directly into the skull with a "poof".

Then he pulled out a few more quick and heavy sticks, and the entire skull was knocked out, and the black blood mixed with what should have been brain slurry was splashed out, and the zombie fell down.

However, he did not hesitate because of this, and continued to maneuver, seizing the opportunity to have the same result as a few more sticks and a zombie.

The shot was clean and clean, never superfluous, and there wasn't even much blood on the body.

The remaining one is obviously better, and it can be solved directly by directly meeting the two sticks, and there is no need to dodge at all.

It was obvious that he was a little out of breath, but he didn't rest there.

Instead, she immediately took out something from her pocket that looked like it was bent with a spoon, but what she did next almost didn't make her resist the urge to vomit and spit it out.

The man used such a tool to walk directly to the headshot zombies, bent down and gouged into their left eye......

A round, lifeless eye was immediately gouged out by him......

Looking at such a scene, how could he bear it, and immediately grabbed a bag from the side and vomited, and his face instantly seemed to lose all his blood.

After vomiting for a while, I still couldn't help but take a look.

But just this moment of time, the eyes of the third zombie have been gouged out by him.

But somehow, when he dug it out, he was only thrown aside, and instead looked at the empty place as if he was in a daze, but his whole face was covered, and his expression could not be seen.

But the next moment, the man seemed to be immediately alert to something, and the figure immediately moved and rushed out.

It was so fast that he ran out of more than ten meters in a moment and hid in a corner before stopping.

It didn't take her long to realize that two zombies were wandering around quickly, as if attracted by the sound of the man.

But when he wandered to the place where he had just fought, he did not stop, and went straight to the place where the man was hiding.

Although he couldn't look closely, he could vaguely guess that there was obviously some fear and helplessness in his staring eyes.

But he didn't continue to escape, but continued to hide there and observe for a while, and then ran out to meet him.

Dealing with the two was obviously much easier than the last time, and he was shot in the head after only a few rounds, and one of them was killed in front of him.

Much more familiar than it was just now.

This time, the man didn't continue to gouge out her eyes, which made her breathe a sigh of relief.

But when I saw it in the next second, I realized that it was not that the person gave up digging, but that a few more zombies were attracted to it;

This time there were not two, but one or two from several directions, and there were not seven or eight in total.

The horror and hesitation in the man's eyes could be seen obviously, but instead of running away as expected, he stood more straight, and the hand holding the iron rod was even harder.

Just hesitated slightly, as if he was sorting out his mind. The next moment, he rushed directly towards the side with the most.

This attack was obviously more ruthless, more direct and more accurate, and with just one blow, the one who met was immediately knocked down by the middle of the brain.

Then do not hesitate to continue to meet the next one, the same technique, simple and practical.

If the distance is too close, he will immediately dodge and escape, just stay away, and then return with an axe and a headshot.

Although there were seven or eight of them, plus those who were attracted one after another, I am afraid that there were not fifteen or sixteen, but fortunately, they were all scattered, and they were actually broken by him luring them one by one.

Although the whole process adds up to more than ten or twenty minutes, and it is very thrilling, but fortunately, it is not dangerous.

Seeing such a scene, she was so shocked that her mouth opened slightly, and even when she saw the hellish scene below, it was as if she had forgotten her fear.

But the man also seemed to be completely out of strength, and he sat directly in the middle of the zombies who had been shot in the head, tearing off the scarf tied to his head and panting wildly.

Looking at the pale and sweaty face, it seemed that his lips were trembling violently.

But his face was obviously happy, that is, he was relieved that he had not died and had achieved such a feat.

He looks young, and he is a little handsome, and he is completely a big boy image.

Especially under that smile of pure joy, it is almost like an innocent child. It's just that the inherent melancholy in his eyes makes his smile a little awkward.

She watched it like this, and she didn't know what kind of mind it was.

In the end, with a slight sigh, he closed the curtain and returned to the bed, holding his legs and burying his whole head in it, as if he had an infinite mind tormenting her.