Jason endured the strong rancid smell and picked up the reddish-brown book, a beautifully crafted handmade leather diary that had been tied from the outside with a rope. The middle part of the notebook is a little drummed, and Jason knotted the tied rope, and a pen slipped out of it and fell to the ground.

Jason ignored the pen that had fallen on the floor, he opened the journal, and opened it to the page where the pen had been held before. The marks on the paper that were squeezed out by the pen were more obvious, and the words on it suddenly jumped into Jason's eyes.

"What day is it? Maybe only God knows. Maybe in a few hours, I won't be able to hold this pen in my hands. Ford, have you run away, I hope you've been blessed by God. The food and water in the house have been depleted, and I'm not afraid to laugh at you if you say it, old man, I've been drinking my own urine since yesterday, and this morning I found myself unable to pee. I might be dying, really, I have a strong premonition. ”

"The accident at the AMG farm was a tragedy, God played a joke on all of us, I thought I escaped the eyes of death after escaping the farm, but who knew that the god of death would still chase here. I don't know what it's like to be a zombie, but it's better than starving, Ford, you can't imagine how painful it is to starve to the point of dying. Hell knows what I've been through all this time, I've been anxious and irritable these days, and I've been feeling weak all these days, maybe my consciousness has been blurry for a while, because all I remember these days is that my stomach feels like there's a red-hot carbon burning in it every day. ”

"Until this morning, yes, when I woke up, I started thinking about my wife, Jean, and my son, McConaughey. Now that consciousness has regained consciousness, I began to write these words in my notebook. Of course, old man, these words are not meant to be written to you, because if you are still alive, I want you to get as far away from here as possible. The Ernest Coe Visitor Center was as unsafe as the AMG farm, and I couldn't get out of this little room all the time, there were zombies outside, everywhere. ”

"The people at Punk Brothers Farm and AMG Farm don't know what is going on now, you know who I'm talking about. Do they think they can sit back and relax by hiding in the warehouse? It's ridiculous. When we came back from outside, they all started to show signs of mutation, and my feet were still shaking a little when I thought about that scene, and it was a horrible scene before us, and the whole warehouse was in a coma, and they were lying all over the place like corpses. We've all seen it, and we know what's going to happen here next. ”

"If anyone in the back can see the words in this diary, please remember the advice I left and never go to the AMG farm, because the Grim Reaper is behind the door of the farm's warehouse."

"My head is starting to hurt again, so I'll save a little more strength to remember the first time I met Jean."

"Jean, McConaughey, I love you."

"Garjet, an unlucky detective."

Jason read the words on the page, and sighed inwardly, the clue found in the farm found the answer here, the owner of the diary and his companions locked the survivors in the warehouse when they were about to mutate, and then they fled here. Here, Ghajet and his companion Ford are separated, one trapped in this room and the other missing.

"Only large shelters are relatively safer places," Jason said, putting away his journal, as if to say to the dead Garjet, and as if to affirm his own thoughts.

"Did you find anything?" Jason asked his teammates as he stepped outside.

"No, Major."

"Nope."

"All right, Major, but I've signed a commemorative sign under Mr. Ernest Coe's portrait," said Poppy, rubbing his hand over his short, stiff stubble, "I wrote that Poppy was here. ”

"Hey, man, where did you learn this," Zach asked curiously, "and it is said that only Chinese people like to leave such words in the places they pass by. ”

"You're right," Poppy smirked, "Last year, I met a girl from China who, as far as I know, came by applying for political asylum and could tell she wanted to stay here." The girl said that she and I were very husband and wife, and that she really wanted to marry an attractive man like me. ”

"Come on, Bobby, stop bragging," Zach and a few soldiers around him coaxed, "you're the shortest of us, and do yellow girls like blacks?" ”

"Hey, bro, you know this racism?" Zack's questioning made Bobby a little annoyed, "My jade phoenix is not high, and I can feel that she really likes me."

"Where is your jade phoenix now?" Robert asked, "There aren't many yellow girls who like us blacks, so when you see her, help me ask if she has any sisters in her family." ”

"Brothers, let's go back to the car and talk," Jason shouted to the soldier who was talking, "and make it to the Paheo Oak Lookout before dark, and camp there at night." ”

"Roger, Major." The soldiers began to return to the trucks. Bobbi walked up to Robert and said, "Yufeng is doing nail art work in the city, and I was going to propose to her after a while." That way, when we get married, she can get her green card and stay here to spend the rest of her life with me. ”

"In the city?" Robert asked, then shook his head, "I wish she was still alive." ”

"I'm sure she's still alive, and the chemistry between me and her is, in the words of their country, 'a good heart,'" said Poppy confidently, "and beautiful girls are always lucky." ”

The search of the Ernest Coe Visitor Center ended quickly, and the only thing the convoy had gained was the diary in Jason's hand, and although Jason's advice came a little later, Jason was no longer bothered by the past, and he sat in the passenger seat, slowly flipping through the contents of the diary.

Kim and Hill sat in the back of the car and watched with gusto, as trails stretched out from Route 9336 and spread like veins through Everglades Park, mostly on foot, for visitors and wilderness enthusiasts to hike through Everglades Park.

The small hills in the vicinity began to grow larger, and unlike the golden yellow around the farm, the view from here was lush greenery.

"Kim, is this the same as when you came before?" The breeze ruffled Ciel's long hair, and her body rose and fell as the car jolted. Hill held the carriage with one hand, and with the other tied the long hair that blew to his forehead to the back of his head.

"I can't say it, it feels the same, but it feels different," Kim's gaze followed the road behind the car, "maybe it's the same scenery, the mood is different." ”

"Look there, that pond," Kim suddenly pointed to the end of a path, "there's the Changsong camp, and I've camped in the camp." ”

"The environment of the camp is very good, there are bathroom equipment, drinking water, and the accommodation areas are separated, and the privacy of tourists is taken care of." Kim said, recalling her trip to Everglades Park, "There was fishing and boating at the camp, and there were a lot of hiking trails nearby. The time I came before, there were a lot of tourists. ”

"I envy you, Kim," Hill lamented, "my youth was wasted in dorms and proms, and if I could do it all over again, I would ......"

"Ciel, haven't we started all over again in our lives now?" Kim interrupted Hill and looked over at her.

"That's right, we are indeed living with a second life now," Hill nodded, "Let's let the former Hill and the original world become a thing of the past." ”

"Major, look there," Jaden pointed to the front right of the truck, "and there seem to be a few people there." ”

Jason closed the journal in his hand, picked up the binoculars beside him and looked in the direction Jaden pointed, "It's zombies, what are they doing there?" ”

"I don't know, do you want to go over and have a look?" Jaden asked, "This is the first time I've encountered a zombie in the wild since I entered the Everglades?" ”

"Don't bother with the zombies," Jason said, "there's no road to get there, and if the truck drives by, the wheels can get stuck in the mud along the way." ”

"Okay," Jaden retracted his gaze from that direction, "Major, what's written in that notebook?" ”

"A detective's diary," Jason said, "the zombies in the farm's warehouse were locked in by this guy and his buddies, and the hapless guy escaped there only to die at the Ernest Coe Visitor Center. ”

"How did they manage to lock so many zombies in a big room?" Jaden's eyes widened and he looked at Jason in disbelief.

"He said in his diary that when he and his companions returned to the warehouse, they found that the other survivors inside were infected and in the process of mutating, so he and his partner, the guy named Ford, stuck the door of the warehouse from the outside," Jason said, looking down at the journal again, "Their original intention was to prevent the zombies from escaping and threatening the safety of the other survivors, and I don't know how they ended up at the Ernest Coe Visitor Center." Ghajet - it is the owner of this diary who is dead, and the whereabouts of his companion Ford are unknown. ”

"If I had gotten this diary sooner, maybe Rodriguez wouldn't have died," Jaden said, the look on his face beginning to turn sad.

"It's hard to say as fate would have it, the location of the farm was on our way to the Ernest Coe Visitor Center, and if we had walked through the farm as we had passed by, they wouldn't have died." "I think it's my own command problem, and while the survivors are important, our plan of action is even more important, and it was a bit of a problem on the farm." ”

"Is that why you decided not to check on the zombies in the wild?" Jaden asked.

"Part of it, part of it is to save ammunition, although we have enough ammunition at the moment, it is still relatively tight compared to our schedule, and there will be a lot of accidents waiting for us on the road. We do not have the capacity to produce ammunition, which is gone as soon as it runs out. ”