Qin Chaoxin is worthy of being a person who began to prepare ten years ago. The truckload of supplies that Mo Xiaoyou asked for had already arrived at the parking lot behind the orphanage on the afternoon of the third day after she returned.

Mo Xiaoyou carefully checked the food and water she needed, and finally picked out the three of the seven children who were more observant.

The seven children who were not infected, except for You Ziqiang, who was already fourteen years old, were only about ten years old. Either they are physically strong, or they have good brains and know how to prevent infection.

The three people selected by Mo Xiaoyou are an eight-year-old boy Qiuqiu, a nine-year-old girl Xiaoqin, and a ten-year-old boy Libao. The three children are excited, Xiaoqin is careful, and Lippo is calm.

She is the best person she can find to study base construction at the moment.

"When you get to City C, you listen to the uncles and aunts over there, listen more, watch more, remember more, use your brains more, and talk less, do you know?"

Naturally, it was Chenchen who instructed this. Ever since she accepted Qin Chaoxin's description of the apocalypse, she had been in a state of panic, and she had to find something to do at any time.

Mo Xiaoyou handed over the matter of sending her three children on the plane, in fact, she took a fancy to her current state of panic if she didn't speak for a moment.

So Chenchen's mouth didn't stop along the way, until the three children entered the security checkpoint, Chenchen stood motionless with his eyes distracted, like a rag doll that had lost his soul for a long time.

Then she ran to the bathroom like crazy, looked at herself in the mirror, and suddenly broke down and cried bitterly. Qin Chaoxin's words kept echoing in her ears:

"This Sunday is the first day of the end of the world. When you wake up, you will find that more than eighty percent of the people in this city will become monsters who only know how to eat people, but do not know how to think.

Those who can withstand this virus, in addition to the strong young adults, the elderly, the weak, women and children are the most vulnerable to corpses.

There are old people in the orphanage, and there are young people, so you should also be mentally prepared......"

What kind of psychological preparation to make, she can understand without Qin Chaoxin saying it. Although she has a big heart, she is not stupid. She knew that Qin Chaoxin meant that the children and mothers in the entire orphanage would become zombies at that time.

And in order to minimize casualties, they may even have to kill these zombies one by one, and burn them completely after death......

Tomorrow is Sunday...... Thinking of the dean's mother, Zhao Qian, Sun and Li's mothers who watched her grow up since she was a child, Chenchen felt as if her heart had been poked into a big hole.

She knew that what Qin Chaoxin said was right, it was not that they hadn't gone back to the orphanage to see it in the past few days, but the dean's mother had not been able to leave the house since the day before yesterday.

She seemed to have a premonition herself, and even told them through the door the last time she went back that she wanted them to take care of the other children in the orphanage, and if she died, her body would be cremated.

The next dean will be assigned by the foundation, so that they don't have to worry about their livelihood, train well in the army, and even if they are discharged from the army and have no job, if they can't buy a house, they can still go back to the orphanage to board.

Thinking of the dean's mother's loving smile in the past, Chenchen only felt that his heart hurt even more. She looked at herself in tears in the mirror, and never for a moment she hated her cowardice and powerlessness.

How nice it would be if she could defeat the virus?! Wouldn't it be nice if she could have a smart head like Xiao Mo? How good would it be if she could be as strong as Blossom Fall? Even...... It's good to be cold-blooded like Qin Chaoxin......

"Chenchen, come back. We still have some things to do. ”

Mo Xiaoyou's slightly sad voice came from the other end of the phone, and Chen Chen realized that she didn't know when she had dialed Jungmo's mobile phone, and Jungmo had been crying quietly with him for an unknown amount of time.

"Xiao Mo...... It's true...... Is there no other way? ”