The elevator is still the same elevator.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

Zhang Zhiyu hurriedly changed his steps, the dim light swayed, but the dreamy softness upset him, his teeth clasped his lips with dead force, his fingers frantically pulled the collar, the buttons around his neck were torn open, he took a long breath, his scalp was slightly numb, and all the stuffy breath in his abdomen was spit out, he closed his eyes and instinctively leaned back.

Are you sure?

Why the fuck hasn't the door opened yet? Where's the fucking cold air? Don't you know it's so hot here? Why the fuck is so hot?

The cool breeze came from all sides, caressing every inch of his skin and sliding into every pore, but the abnormal heat was still burning between every cell, the flames scorched the air, Zhang Zhiyu seemed to turn into a heat source, and the heat wave rolled and tumbled in the elevator.

The crackling of sparks, the clatter of static interference.

The blue fluorescent picture screen is still there, but it's empty. The control panel projected by the system, the main page of two hundred square centimeters is still floating on the right side, but the blue light is even dimmer, dazzling, slightly purple, and the screen is blurred into a ball, undulating like waves.

Something wrong with the elevator?

Instinctive thoughts rush into my head.

Then the memories flood into the brain.

It's just a dream.

That nuclear bomb, it will explode at midnight, and then this dream will end, and I will dissolve in white light.

Zhang Zhiyu suddenly found that the imaging glasses had been on the bridge of his nose, and those familiar pages had been floating at the end of the viewing angle, but he had never paid attention.

11.58

Surprisingly calm, fear disappeared, Zhang Zhiyu was surprised by this, and the clock hand that was estimated to milliseconds was quickly revealed.

Every hand stopped, not moving.

"Okay, okay, okay," Zhang Zhiyu sighed helplessly, "Then what do you want me to do?" ”

A backpack, or a haphazardly modified accommodating bag, exaggeratedly speaking, can hold anything, and the body bag can be used to make do when the demand exceeds supply. There were a few times in China after World War III, and of course, body bags were rarely out of stock. The fact that the body was not destroyed on the spot was the only remaining respect for the family and the person, but after many years, perhaps the remnants of the rotten custom would also disappear in the flames along with the corpse.

Zhang Zhiyu's body shook inexplicably, did that bag have any significance?

It's just a dream.

He suddenly remembered that it was just a dream, and those nuclear bombs had further destroyed the planet, five days ago. That's the real world.

These bags were looted by Wang Jianyu, the machine looted when he searched the houses, it doesn't matter.

"Am I going to open it?" Zhang Zhiyu shouted, his tone was surprisingly calm, his anger disappeared, he didn't know where to face, so he had to turn diagonally upward, although there was nothing there, just the edges and corners of the elevator that radiated light, cold metal, and cold bones.

He gently unbuttoned it, and the bag was deflated, but it was unexpectedly heavy.

Zhang Zhiyu's hands trembled inexplicably, and the scorching heat burning in the small elevator seemed to be completely extinguished, replaced by a bone-chilling cold.

A large pile of metal tools slammed into the ground like a pile of collapsed sand, metals colliding with each other, the muffled sound of the hollow resounding endlessly, black, silver, the only color, cold iron, burst into a dazzling glare in the dim light, shining.

On the first and second days of the virus outbreak, Zhang Zhiyu modified a large number of tools in case he ran out of energy and bullets, and now they are all here.

Zhang Zhiyu gently picked up a bow crossbow, which was made of some building materials and a miniature compressor welded at high temperatures, he gently grabbed a sharpened steel bar, and carefully looked at the tips that shone with cold light, they once took away a finger, and he thrust it into the deep hole, and gently loaded it, listening to the crisp squeak.

Why are they here?

They were crushed into hash browns with the car.

Why do I need them?

It's just a dream, remember, Zhang Zhiyu told himself that it was just a nightmare of his mother.

A weapon that can eject high-speed flying gears, can store a part of the "ammunition", a steel cable, enough to be a person's height, gradually thickened at both ends, welded with gears and knife tips, and then gradually sharpened, forming a strange-shaped double-edged spear, two steel cables only arm length, just a miniature version of the spear, a broken cutter, the end is welded with a cylindrical object, the cylindrical side, cut out a section, Zhang Zhiyu gently flicked, * and fell, at this time, He caught a glimpse of tiny iron beads scattered all over the ground......

The "double-edged spear" is unrealistic, why didn't you think of it at the time? He carefully placed it in the corner of the elevator. Put the "bow and crossbow" and the remaining ammunition in the backpack, and use it. The "pistol" is pinned to the waist, the lethality is too small, but it is no less deadly. Leave a small "spear" with the end pinned to the other side of the waist, and unless you fall on your back, no matter how much you shake it, it will not accidentally hurt itself. The gear launcher was important, he picked up this heavy weapon in his right hand, which was more than enough for him after the virus was modified, and the other was holding a miniature bow and crossbow, which could store seven bows and arrows, and Zhang Zhiyu decided that once he ran out, he would throw it away......

If there's going to be a big war, why not get me a better weapon?

It's a death seeking.

"Ding!" There was a crisp sound from the elevator, and in the afterglow, the display screen was still empty.

Zhang Zhiyu got up gently, he felt that he was so strong for the first time, and his blood boiled inexplicably.

"It's time too." Zhang Zhiyu muttered to himself, and as the elevator door opened, he quickly turned around and raised his two guns high.

Everything was just a dream.

Everything will just be a dream.