Storm passed by the cemetery with a large bamboo basket on his back, he was looking around for edible plants, since the population of the safe zone doubled, vegetables were a little insufficient, and the shortage of vegetables could be replaced with meat, but Storm was a man who insisted on a balanced diet, and he persuaded the colonel with the rigor of a German that everyone must consume a certain amount of vitamins and dietary fiber every day.

So the storm began the arduous process of tasting herbs.

Lu Xun sometimes wondered if the German was born into some farming family, and he had the genes of his ancestors who had been farming for generations, and Storm was a mecha pilot in the safe zone, but he spent more time with flowers, plants, carrots, and peppers than mechs, compared to Reich, who was often an auto mechanic, and Storm was either a gardener or a farmer.

Storm plans to expand his greenhouse to increase the production of fruits and vegetables, and he is currently selecting a site.

It was already late at night, and all the street lights around the cemetery were extinguished, but fortunately, the moonlight was still bright, but the cemetery under the moonlight looked gloomy, with shadows and shadows, and there seemed to be something hidden in the shadows.

Storm has his own dormitory, but more often than not he lives in a greenhouse and a flower room to keep an eye on the plants. The greenhouse is not far from the cemetery, and when the storm is picking wild vegetables, he often wanders around the cemetery, and when he has time, he helps the cemetery weeding and takes care of it, and he is half a grave keeper.

The storm walked on the path, and suddenly there was a rustling sound in the grass on the side of the road.

The young man turned his head to see that some small brown animal flashed through the grass, it could be a weasel or a wild cat. Ten years ago, these sneaky little mammals would have been resolutely killed, because weasels and rats and the like were easily infected by the doomsday virus, and they were more dangerous than zombies after becoming virus carriers, and zombies could be stopped by walls, but rats were really unguardable.

Now it's much better than it was back then, the streets are no longer full of zombies, even the rats know to stay away from the doomsday virus, and the wild cats in the safe zone are basically circling around the academy grounds, refusing to go out when they die.

It's not because their IQ has increased, according to Ariana, normal creatures have a natural fear of the infected, and even rats refuse to set foot in forbidden areas, because their keen animal instincts sense danger. The rows of reinforced concrete buildings in the city have become a forest in another sense, in which animals such as red deer and antelope carefully survive, but their natural predators are no longer jackals, tigers and leopards, but infected and hunters.

The storm had taken a few steps deeper into the meadow, and the weasel was gone, with Zhao Gao's tombstone at his feet.

Storm and Zhao Gao are not very familiar, the madman often taunted Storm when he was alive, but the latter was clumsy and couldn't fight back, so he had to sulk, but after Zhao Gao's death, his tombstone was carved by Storm.

Storm often stood in front of Zhao Gao's tombstone and recalled what the man looked like when he was alive.

In his mind, Zhao Gao was a madman, and Storm couldn't find a second word to describe that man except madness.

Maybe in the eyes of others, he will be a different image? For Lu Xun, he may be a good friend, a good teacher, and for Zhao Mu, he may be a good brother, Storm sighed, he regretted a little that he didn't know much about this man...... But he no longer had that opportunity.

The young man leaned down, pulled out a wild vegetable from the bamboo basket behind him, and gently placed it on the tombstone.

Storm looked up, suddenly startled.

He saw the weasel again...... It wasn't a weasel, it was a brown ferret, to be exact.

What surprised the storm was what the weasel was biting.

It was a rotten, black severed hand.

The storm took two steps forward, picked up a twig and drove the weasel away, and sure enough, in the grass fell a highly decaying and almost ossified human hand, thinking that this weasel had come out at night to feed, and was attracted by the smell of this hand, which was basically scavenging, and carrion was also on their diet.

But why is there a severed hand here?

Storm took two more steps into the grass, and then he found other traces...... Not only human hands, but also scattered arms, ribs, sternums, and thigh bones in the grass, this is a broken person.

The bones were mostly dry and black, stained with black blood and decaying body tissue, and about fifty meters from the path, the storm found the missing head.

The skull rolled to the side alone, mostly gnawed clean by the animals, and Storm poked the human head on the ground with the branch in his hand, and looked up, his expression gradually becoming solemn.

The tomb in front of him had been dug open, and the excavated earth was piled on the side, and the soil carried a slight moisture, apparently not long after it was dug up, and the place where the body was originally buried was now only a large black pit, and there was nothing in the pit.

The storm immediately understood what was going on...... Someone dug up the tomb and removed the corpses from the tomb, and in the end the corpses were torn and dragged all the way by the animals, and they were scattered. This grave should be some years old, most likely a grave from several years ago, the body has been highly ossified, if it is a new grave in recent years, then there should be only ashes and no body under the grave.

The storm immediately became a little angry, who did this?

It can't be a weasel, a weasel doesn't have the ability to do that...... The storm stood on the edge of a large pit that had been dug up, and judging by the traces, it was possible that the tool used to commit the crime was a hoe.

Who would do such a thing?

Every person buried in the cemetery in the safe zone is a memorable warrior who sacrificed himself to fight the infected and hunters, and their names are engraved on stone tablets by posterity, like the mythical Valhalla, and if humanity had a future, then every name in this cemetery will shine brightly when future generations write about history.

How could anyone be so disrespectful to the martyrs? Even digging graves and throwing corpses?

The storm was furious, and it was a shame that this kind of thing had happened in the cemetery of the academy under his nose! Who ate the bear's heart and leopard gall and dared to dig the graves of the heroes and martyrs in the safety zone?

It's tolerable, it's unbearable.

The usually good-natured storm couldn't hold back this time, and he didn't care what time it was at night, turned around and ran angrily towards the main building, he was going to blow up the colonel.

This kind of thing has to be taken seriously!

It must be taken seriously!

Dare to dig a grave in the safety zone, what a bold man!