The man clutched his M16 automatic rifle and walked lightly through the narrow alleyways lined with old apartment buildings, withered yellow weeds poking their heads out of the bricks, and a cold wind spewing out from the black holes of the staircase...... This kind of crowded and cluttered housing is rare in Shanghai, most of them are staff dormitories in state-owned factories in the early years, the corridors are narrow and there are no elevators, and each family is crammed into a space of dozens of square meters behind the wooden door, and each family is separated by only a wall, living separately and irrelevantly...... Like crowded honeycombs and ant nests. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

These old neighborhoods quickly descended into a living hell after the outbreak of the apocalyptic virus, filled with zombies behind every door and window.

Fortunately, those days have passed, whether as a human dwelling or a den of zombies, those histories have turned to dust under their feet, and these empty houses are now just cold cement shells.

John Jones is very cautious, as a former ranger, he is a well-deserved military elite, before becoming a security guard in the security zone of the Shanghai Naval Military Academy, this middle-aged man has participated in the government's rapid reaction force and the security force of the gene plasmid company, he has escaped from the mouths of zombies and hunters several times, is an experienced veteran, and his tactical level is second to none in the entire academy.

But experience can never be relied upon in the war against zombie hunters, and over the past few decades, there have been enough dead veterans to fill the entire Huangpu River.

John Jones knows the horror of hunters, and the more skilled the veteran, the more he can appreciate the horrors of zombies and hunters...... This is a world where only fear can survive, and the bold die early.

It was dimly lit, and John glanced down at his luminous watch, it was 4:45 p.m., and it would be dark in another hour...... The academy strictly forbids anyone to act alone or at night, and John Jones has violated two prohibitions at once today, and if he can return alive, he will definitely be locked up.

The premise is that he can go back alive.

The man gradually descended into the alleyway, turning his head to search for his partner's traces, but he could not see anyone except the weeds and broken bricks and rubble on the side of the road...... Hell, did that idiot go to New York with a pee?

"Glenn?" With his rifle on his cheek, John called softly, "Glenn...... Where are you? Can you hear me? ”

No one answered, and the surroundings were as silent as death.

The man took a deep breath, he remembered that he was in the 75th Ranger Regiment, when the epidemic of the doomsday virus had just broken out, and the U.S. Special Operations Command split the entire force into more than forty teams and transferred them to safe zones across the country, John Jones's team was assigned to the University of Southern California, and the troops transferred to the USC safe zone with them also had a group from the 101st Airborne Division, and the two groups combined had more than a hundred people.

After arriving at their destination, the soldiers did not strictly follow the rules into the bunker, they slept in their sleeping bags according to the custom, and the next day there were only sixty men left in this unit, and something washed their camp in blood at night, and the soldiers woke up in the morning to find that they were covered in blood, and only half of their comrades were left with their internal organs on the bunk, and the blood in the tent could cover their ankles...... It was a silent slaughter, death as silent as the night wind.

Hunters are better at sneak attacks than roaring to kill...... This is why Tier 1 Hunters are called Lurkers.

John Jones looked down at the grass and was startled.

A pair of tortoiseshell-framed sunglasses fell into the rubble, and John leaned over to pick them up, with the letters "S.G" engraved on the inside of the eye frame...... This is Scott. Glenn's sunglasses, which the guy wore all day long to force Schwarzenegger.

John's heart sank, and then he saw the water stain in the corner of the wall, and it seemed that Glenn had indeed been here...... But why is he gone?

"Stop!" The girl snapped her fingers, the man's movements froze, the weeds stirred by the breeze, the dust that swirled in the air froze, and the time of the whole world froze with the girl's command, as if someone had pressed the pause button for the video.

Phoebe leaned against the low wall beside her, and she stepped forward and walked around the man, looking around...... This is John Jones's memory, she is recreating what happened to John Jones in her own brain, the girl splices together his memories into a complete history of events, and then observes the development of the incident as a bystander, she can pause time at will, in order to discover those subtle details.

Phoebe stood on tiptoe to look at the pair of sunglasses, frowning and shaking her head.

"Next." The girl waved her hand.

The light suddenly dimmed, and the space suddenly became narrow, and the walls on both sides were plastered with small advertisements, everything from permits to water and electricity repairs...... It was clearly the interior of a residential building, and John Jones was running down the hallway, trembling with panic on his face.

The man panted and leaned his back against the wall around the corner, turning on his headphones and calling for help.

"HQ! Headquarters...... This is Mandate Commissioner John Jones! This is John Jones, something is chasing me...... He's right behind me......"

"Stop!" Phoebe's eyes froze, and the surrounding scene froze.

The girl walked slowly to the middle of the hallway, looking behind the corner.

It was pitch black behind the corner, and nothing could be seen, and the girl tried to step forward, but she touched an invisible wall...... She couldn't get into the area.

Damn it...... Have the memories here been lost?

Phoebe could only read the existing memories, and if even the person herself had forgotten what she had seen, then the girl had no way of knowing what was in the darkness.

Phoebe sighed.

The man ran all the way upstairs, hid in the stairwell, pressed the headphones and panicked for help: "He's in the back...... Behind...... Help, help......"

The girl's ears moved.

"Stop!"

John Jones froze instantly.

"Rewind." Phoebe waved her hand gently.

The tape begins to reverse, time goes backwards, and the man gets up in a reverse posture that a normal person can't do, and then runs all the way down the stairs.

"Stop." The girl stopped time in the moment before John Jones went upstairs.

"Play."

John Jones rushed all the way upstairs, panting and shrinking into the shadows of the stairwell, and began to cry for help: "He's in the back...... Behind...... Help, help......"

"Stop!"

“…… Rewind! ”

The man got up in reverse again, running backwards down the stairs with his back forward.

"Play!"

"Stop!"

"Rewind!"

The girl stood on the stairs and watched John Jones' upstairs more than a dozen times.

"Play ......" Phoebe finally played again in order, "slow down ......"

Time is moving slowly at half the speed it would normally have...... The man slowly rose into the air, his right foot hitting the ground, stirring up fluttering dust, his shirt swaying back and forth in the wind, his face gradually distorted, as if he had been shot with a high-speed camera, everything in slow motion.

Phoebe pricked up her ears and began to wait for a few seconds.

"Turn up the volume...... Turn it up! Turn it up to the max! ”

Something hidden in John Jones's breathing, footsteps, and background noise was highlighted, and it was faint, behind the man, only for a few seconds.

It was the sound of metal grinding, like the blades of swords clashing, and like someone sawing the legs of a chair, which was creepy.

"Stop!"

The girl clenched her fists to stop her memory, and she stood quietly in the dark hallway, drenched in cold sweat.

Why is there a saw sound?