In fact, Cao Ping and others were already looking for it very seriously just now, but they didn't find it just now, and now they are looking for it again and it is also fruitless.

It was getting darker than expected, probably because of the fact that the sun had just set outside, and it was already a little dark inside the building.

I thought about this problem when I came in, but there was a shortage of electricity and batteries, and I didn't find a flashlight, only three rechargeable spotlight flashlights.

There were two captains, one in Cao Ping's hand, and they shone in the dark building, and they couldn't even shine five meters away.

After searching around and finding no one, he quickly gathered with the captain.

"Captain...... What to do? Do you keep watching, or do you want to go back to camp? ”

The captain pondered for a moment and said, "I can't go back, there are many rights and wrongs in the province, since we have determined that he is on the first floor, we will stay here." There are two stairs on this floor, one for each of you and me, and my men I have also commanded, 24 hours a day to keep an eye on the instrument, as long as he moves, we will know immediately. ”

Since the captain said so, Cao Ping didn't have much to say, just execute.

Cao Ping didn't bring a quilt or anything when he came up, but many residents in the building can just have a few quilts.

However, if someone wants to keep vigil, not only Commissar Shen, but also the zombies coming downstairs, after all, the noses of zombies are particularly sensitive.

"Brother Cao...... Give ......"

Liu Pengcheng handed Cao Ping a few packets of tiramisu that he had collected.

Before the apocalypse, Cao Ping also ate tiramisu, a sweet that is delicious but tired of eating too much.

Every otaku girl can not eat instant noodles, but she must eat tiramisu.

And it's not expensive.

However, the tiramisu that Cao Ping ate is definitely not authentic, and there must be a lot of preservatives. It's been a year and a half since the zombie apocalypse, and it's still delicious, it's incredible.

Cao Ping took two tiramis and put one in his backpack, he wanted to keep it for Chen Xiaoxiao, he knew that Chen Xiaoxiao liked sweets.

As for, Qian Zhixin?

Suddenly thinking of Qian Zhixin, Cao Ping immediately thought of that Chiguo's body.

Sighing, he put the half-eaten tiramisu in his bag.

Liu Pengcheng looked at Cao Ping, as if he knew what he was thinking, and took out a few packs of snacks and a bottle of canned peaches.

Cao Ping glanced at him gratefully.

After eating something, my spirits improved a lot. Cao Ping arranged for people to keep vigil, and he decided to keep vigil in pairs, not only can they chat without getting sleepy, but they are also much better than one person in case of emergency.

Cao Ping is not a person who can stay up late, and he will definitely not be able to bear it in the second half of the night, so he and the captain of the team guard guard the first half of the night.

And the little mouse and Liu Pengcheng are young and can stay up, so they stay in the middle of the night.

The quilt has been put for a long time and is a bit damp, but for people who have been hiding in Tibet since the outbreak of the zombie apocalypse, this is already a great benefit.

Cao Ping looked at the person beside him, scratched his head, and looked at the person who didn't seem to want to chat, and he didn't know what to talk about.

I had to take out my cigarette and smoke it. He was also given one.

"What's your name?"

Cao Ping asked without words.

The man was stunned for a moment, took the cigarette and lit it, took a hard puff, and said, "Li Haitao......"

"Forehead ......"

Cao Ping looked at this silent man and was speechless for a while.

Cao Ping, who felt a little embarrassed, asked Li Haitao again: "What did you do before the outbreak of zombies?" ”

Li Haitao was stunned again, and replied: "Be a soldier." ”

Cao Ping didn't just want to scold.

It's just the rhythm of wanting to talk to death.

Cao Ping decided to ask one last question, "Do you think this zombie apocalypse can survive it?" ”

“……”

Okay, Cao Ping looked at him speechlessly. This Li Haitao stopped speaking directly.

Sighing, he took a puff of his cigarette and didn't bother with him.

Basically, you won't be sleepy in the first half of the night, especially for Cao Ping's generation, it's too normal to sleep after 12 o'clock.

However, now I don't have a smartphone, I can't go to the circle of friends, and I can't watch a certain treasure.

Sitting until more than 12 o'clock is unbearable. Therefore, as soon as it was twelve o'clock, Cao Ping, who couldn't stand it, went to call Liu Pengcheng and the little mouse.

At this time, Li Haitao spoke. "You go and call Liu Pengcheng, don't call the little mouse, I can stay up for a while, you go to sleep, Liu Pengcheng and I will keep vigil."

Hearing him say so many things at once, Cao Ping was a little surprised.

But he was really sleepy and couldn't stand it, so he didn't care, shrugged his shoulders, and woke Liu Pengcheng up.

Cao Ping didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, he went to sleep first.

As soon as he slept into the soft quilt, Cao Ping was shocked to find that this Li Haitao was chatting with Liu Pengcheng in full swing. Hearty laughter erupted.

Cao Ping is not only a little different.

"Could it be that there is a generation gap between me and these people when I am old? His brother is only in his early twenties, so he is two or three years older than them. Why don't you have anything to say to me......"

However, he didn't care when he was sleepy, after all, everyone's temperament is different.

Maybe he was really sleepy, Cao Ping fell asleep as soon as he touched the pillow.

I don't know how long it took, Cao Ping was woken up by the sound of gunshots.

Rubbing his eyes, he got up, and it was still dark all around.

Cao Ping listened intently, and it seemed that there was no sound anymore.

Touching the little mouse from memory, he remembered that the little mouse was beside him.

But he didn't touch anyone, but he touched something sticky.

"I'm ...... The little mouse is almost twenty years old, why is he still wetting the bed? ”

But it immediately became clear that something was wrong.

It looks like you've been woken up by gunshots? It's not a hallucination, is it?

Then, he felt that the stickiness in his hand was even more wrong, because it was too sticky. Pee definitely doesn't feel like that.

Suddenly, Cao Ping's brain twitched, and an ominous premonition flashed. "Blood?"

Cao Ping hurriedly put his hand on his nose.

Sure enough, the heavy smell of blood instantly stimulated Cao Ping's retching.

Is it really blood?

Whose?

Liu Pengcheng is still a little mouse?

Hurriedly touched the little mouse quilt.

Around the blood, Cao Ping ignored the blood on his hands and tried to touch it.

But he found that there was no one around.

The bedding was also empty.

Just as he was about to shout and ask, Cao Ping felt his mouth covered by a hand.

Cao Ping's first reaction was, zombies......

After all, the ground was covered with blood, and the nose of the zombie was extremely sensitive, and he was not surprised at all that a zombie pounced at this time.

Cao Ping subconsciously drew the dagger on his waist.

seemed to feel his movements, and the owner of this hand immediately said in his ear: "Don't move, I'm Liu Pengcheng...... Don't make a sound, Commissar Shen is around. ”

Hearing Liu Pengcheng's voice, Cao Ping immediately calmed down.

It turned out not to be a zombie.

But what the hell is going on. I hurriedly wanted to ask. But Liu Pengcheng's voice sounded again. "Don't make a sound, Commissar Shen is still aiming at us."

"Ah......h

Cao Ping not only has a numb scalp.

Subconsciously lowered his body and let himself almost lie on the ground.