On the dark street, a figure carrying a basket staggered down the road, this road is not the main road, but because there are a large number of residential areas on both sides, the street on both sides has basically been changed to shops, and the types of shops are also complete.

Meng Qingqiang walked and thought about his next plan after solving the need for food, as if he had just returned to the time when he had just regained his strength from the bad news of a terminal illness. It's just that he can't distinguish between the situation then and the current situation, which is worse, maybe the original world is better for his wife and children, after all, after spending the grief of his death, life will start again. But Meng Qingqiang felt that this world might be better for him, after all, if nothing unexpected was for him, he would have more time, although people are not like ghosts, but after all, he can have better plans and better conditions, the slight tremor in his hand after the countless heavy blows just now reminded him that he can do more now than the self who is facing death and dragging his sick body.

From time to time, there was a slight sound of movement in the darkness on the side of the road, and he knew it was his own "kind". At night, they move like nocturnal animals, and if you don't listen carefully, you might think they don't exist. But as long as a living person appears within their perception range, they will surely appear in front of you in a violent and crazy way, and then tear apart their bodies and spray blood without hesitation.

When Meng Qingqiang moved back to the door of the hardware store with a basket in one hand and a claw hammer in the other, he unexpectedly found that there was a very faint light in the hardware store, the light was swaying, it should be a candle, and most of the light was artificially blocked. His wife also seems to have calmed down, knowing to look for the resources available in the store, after all, there are still a lot of things that can be used in the hardware store.

But he knew that there should be no food in it, Lao Wang, that is, the owner, was an older bachelor, who lived in the same community as Meng Qingqiang's family, and he didn't look up and look down on weekdays, so he knew that Lao Wang's food was solved at the fast food restaurant on the side of the road. There may be water but no food. The store is not large and has only one floor, only a front door and a back window, and the back window is equipped with a sturdy guardrail, so it is safe but not perfect, Meng Qingqiang knows that maybe his wife has rummaged through the hardware store at this time, but she must be very disappointed. Glancing at the food in the basket, he smiled slightly.

He slowly tossed the food through the cracks in the old-fashioned burglar fence into the store, and when there was only one can of meat left, he remembered the figure crouching in the convenience store, so he kept the canned meat. Looking at the quiet shop, he knew that his wife and children should not dare to show their faces, so he left the door, walked to the side wall a few steps away, sat down, and listened quietly.

After a while, he heard the careful and cautious footsteps again, and then a low cry sounded, and then there was a sound of footsteps coming from inside the shop, Meng Qingqiang seemed to see his little guy's figure, and sure enough, the little guy whispered happily.

"Eat more, little one, there's your favorite yellow peach-flavored yogurt."

Meng Qingqiang raised his head and smiled, then he opened the can of meat in his hand, and used his fingers to dig directly into the contents and fill it into his mouth.

There is a faint taste, it is the taste of meat, the taste of spices, saltiness, sweetness are gone. But he knew that his body could eat, and then he suddenly thought that his intestines, stomach, and liver had entered other people's stomachs, and what he ate would not fall out again, he lit a lighter and opened his torn belly like a door curtain by the light, and unexpectedly found that the remaining organs in the stomach were fused together, and a large number of dark green blood vessels wrapped around this fusion organ, and it was vaguely seen that there was a blood vessel wrapped above the fusion organ, well, let's call it the esophagus, It seems that the food has entered this organ, but what makes Meng Qingqiang depressed is that this organ only has a place to enter and no place to go out! Could it be ... No matter.

Putting down the "door curtain" on his stomach, he opened a pack of cigarettes, inserted them into the trachea and inhaled, "It seems that there are still a lot of lungs left." He definitely can't look like a ghost, he thinks about how to "repair" himself, at least don't frighten his wife and children when he faces them again.

Gradually, sleepiness came in, "It turns out that this body also needs to sleep." Meng Qingqiang slowly fell asleep.

After a while, a sound woke up the sleeping Meng Qingqiang, he opened his one eye and was startled again, the sky was already overcast, through the dim morning light he saw a "kind" squatting beside him was biting the canned box he left yesterday, after being stunned, a burst of anger welled up from his heart.

"This is the second time that Lao Tzu has opened his eyes and been frightened by your miscellaneous!"

Meng Qingqiang picked up a pair of claw hammers with both hands, and the familiar "Bang bang... "Ringing again.

After venting, he wiped his hands with the unlucky man's clothes. "Damn, I don't know if I disturbed the rest of my wife and children next to me" Meng Qingqiang angrily kicked the crushed corpse next to him angrily, and then he found that his stump leg was actually better, more fine blood vessels spread all over the legs, and there was a layer of reddish translucent substance on the outside of the blood vessels, like a layer of extra skin, and the broken muscles and tendons were also reconnected because of the blood vessels, and these only remaining tissues were slightly bulging because of the filling of many blood vessels, although they were still a little inflexible, But basic mobility has been restored.

What exactly are these blood vessels? And what's wrong with the world? Meng Qingqiang summed it up, the future task is to study and repair the body, continue to collect resources, and then study what is going on in this world, as for the future plan, we have to wait to figure out the ins and outs, and then the most important thing is to communicate with my wife and children! He remembered that there were several pharmacies along the road that were supposed to have everything needed to repair his body, and that there was a newspaper shop at the intersection at the end of the road, where he might be able to figure out what was going on in the world.

Meng Qingqiang dragged the corpse next to him far away, and then came back to the door of the hardware store to listen, and checked whether the anti-theft fence was strong and whether the iron chain was fastened, he thought that his wife would not leave after waking up, after all, it was very dangerous outside now, and the mystery of the food that magically appeared last night had not been solved, she was very smart and must have some conjectures, and when I came back, I might be able to communicate better. With this in mind, he walked down the road towards his planned destination.

Before he walked far, Meng Qingqiang saw an accident across the road, because it was dark, so he walked back and forth last night, and he didn't find out about it at the time.

A side-opening box cargo was rear-ended from behind by a family car, the cab door of the box cargo and the door of the family car were open, the box cargo cab was clean, while the cab of the family car was full of vomit and messy scratches, you can imagine the appearance of the box truck driver angrily opened the door to get out of the car and the rear car theory.

Meng Qingqiang looked at the few remaining corpses near the front of the private car behind him, and thought silently, "This poor guy made the wrong choice when he was most fatal, he must not have thought that after opening the door of the car behind him, he was not faced with a panicked driver, but a ghost."

He slowly picked up the key that fell on the corpse's hand, returned to the van, started the car, the engine roared happily, and Meng Qingqiang closed the door.

In the early morning, the long-lost car exhaust fumes mixed into the fresher and fresher air.