"Auntie, do you like to play with Mulan?"

——This was the first thing Qiao Xin'er said to Dusty Creek.

Chenxi looked at the little Lori in front of her, thought for a long time, and finally remembered this sentence, she asked herself last time, but that time was a year later when they picked up weapons in Fengming Mountain.

Chenxi picked a sword at that time and made two random gestures, Qiao Xin'er thought that she liked to play Mulan in Glory of Kings.

"It's too old to call your aunt, so let's call your sister." Dusty Creek replied, she had said this last time.

She skipped the little Lori's question, because she remembered that if she answered the question, the little Lori would immediately extend a lot of questions about the glory of kings.

She didn't want to hear a ten-year-old girl tell her which of Li Bai or Mulan's sword was more powerful.

What's more, she has never played Honor of Kings at all.

"Oh, sister, my name is Qiao Xin'er, what's your name?"

"Dust Creek."

"Oh, Sister Chenxi, what's going on with that person just now, he looks so scary!"

"He's a zombie."

"What is a zombie?"

"You can also understand it as a zombie."

"But zombies use jumping, and their teeth and nails are still very long."

……

City South Gate, Kowloon City, 11th floor of clothing hypermarket.

Xu Qingyang pulled up the last roller shutter door in the corridor and sat at the corner of the stairs tiredly.

He drooped his head, his hair was very messy, and his already tanned face was even more chilling at this time.

Two full-fledged infantry divisions plus four border regiments, nearly 25,000 soldiers, were all torn to pieces by the wave of no less than 100,000 zombie troops.

His mind was filled with the wails of his once close comrades and the howls of the hordes of zombies who were not afraid of death.

What made him feel powerless the most was that he didn't know what the outside world was like now.

All communications had been paralyzed four hours earlier, and he couldn't reach headquarters, or anyone.

His family, his children, are all in the capital city of Pingcheng.

In the corridor behind him, sat his only four soldiers.

Together, they broke through from the border base, and one armored car, originally a total of nine people, only five were left here.

One died on the way, and the other three all died downstairs in the clothing store.

After a day and a night of fighting, at this moment, everyone was tired and anxious.

Zhang Lin, a communications soldier, was holding a Type 95 and carrying a large bag of portable wireless communication equipment, leaning on the handrail of the stairs, his face was expressionless, his eyes were dull, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The driver, Wei Guoqiang, a southerner, is nine years Chinese New Year's Eve old today, the same age as Xu Qingyang, and has a son who has just turned ten years old.

Wu Dabin, a soldier of the border defense regiment, was an authentic northern man, burly and tall, he sat on the stairs, covered his face and shrunk into a ball, and his low sobs made him look like an angry little daughter-in-law at the moment.

Li Heshun, a soldier from the border regiment, was a new recruit, he sat next to Wu Dabin, tremblingly took out a cigarette from his arms, a pack of Changbai Mountain for five yuan, and lit it for a long time.

The only belief that supported them to come here was the bag of communication equipment on the back of Zhang Lin, a communications soldier—they wanted to find a high point in Luoxia City, set up a high-frequency radio communication equipment, and use the most traditional way to get in touch with the outside world, waiting for rescue or judging what to do next.

The Kowloon City Clothing Hypermarket is the high point they want, although it is only 11 floors, it is located on a small hill called Chonglong Mountain at the south gate of Luoxia City, and standing on the top of the building, it is enough to have a bird's eye view of the whole city.

It is also enough to get the best radio signal.

The rolling doors of the corridor from the ground floor to the eleventh floor were all pulled down by them, and the entire corridor had been emptied, forming a closed space, so that you could not worry about the zombies in the stores on those floors for the time being.

In front of them was the last iron gate from the eleventh floor to the rooftop.

The door has been locked by Li Heshun, but there is still a "bang, bang" sound behind the door.

Li Heshun said that the moment he opened the door, he saw a lot of "people", so he chose to lock the door immediately.

No one blamed him because they were too tired and needed a break.

Xu Qingyang wiped his face with his hand, his cold face eased a little, he straightened his body, and whispered to everyone: "Rest in place for another ten minutes, replenish your strength, and then count your weapons and ammunition." ”

……

Dustbrook didn't close the roller shutter door of the pet store because she was waiting for someone.

Qiao Xin'er didn't pull the roller shutter door either, because she couldn't pull it.

Xiao Hei lay at the foot of Dust Creek, smelling the smell of dog food on the shelf, and kept drooling.

Dusty Creek chose a sturdy chain for Xiao Hei, but instead of tying it to it immediately, he put it in his backpack, and then filled her with three bags of dog food, which was probably enough to eat for a few weeks.

Qiao Xin'er quietly crept back to the attic, packing a few clothes in her favorite pink school bag, as well as the tablet.

Originally, she also planned to bring her winter vacation homework, but Chenxi said that it didn't make much sense, and the school would not open again in the future.

She used the landline in the store to make a call to her mother, but the phone didn't respond, and she asked Dusty, "What about my mother." ”

Dustbrook said, "Your mother shouldn't be coming back." ”

Qiao Xin'er didn't cry, nor was she reluctant, but silently took a photo of her mother from the cabinet.

Although her mother often beats her and often scolds her, her mother is her mother, and she doesn't want to wait for her to grow up, that is, she doesn't know who her father is, and she has forgotten what her mother is like.

On the empty Shanglin Road, occasionally a few zombies swayed crookedly from the not spacious street.

But none of them found this remote pet shop.

Chenxi and Qiao Xin'er sat at the dining table under the steel-framed staircase, not moving until the sun was about to set, and the setting sun dyed the entire Shanglin Road a blood-red.

Qiao Xin'er asked Dusty Stream, who was she waiting for?

Dustbrook pulled out a necklace from his leather coat, on which hung a key and a heart-shaped pocket watch.

The pocket watch is not big, but it is exquisite.

The hands did not move, stopping at 9:237 seconds, I don't know if it was morning or night.

There was a button on the pocket watch, and with a flick of his fingertips, the pocket watch split into two petals.

There are two photographs inside, a woman's head on the left and a man's head on the right.

The woman's appearance is very ordinary, but her eyebrows are very delicate and her temperament is quite good, Qiao Xin'er feels that she is not as good-looking as her mother.

The man is very handsome, with glasses, and looks polite, Qiao Xin'er thinks he should be a star.

She leaned on the table and looked at it carefully, and then asked Chenxi, "Are you just waiting for them?" ”

Dustbrook asked, "Have you seen it?" ”

Qiao Xin'er rolled her eyes and thought about it seriously, then shook her head and said, "I haven't seen it." ”

Dustbrook didn't speak, just slowly closed the pocket watch and put it back in the leather coat.

She lowered her head and looked at Xiao Hei blankly, her eyes full of loss.

Qiao Xin'er asked, "Who are they?" ”

"They are my only relatives," Dustbrook said. ”

Qiao Xin'er asked, "Why don't you call them?" ”

Dusty Brook touched Qiao Xin'er's head and said, "I seem to have forgotten his number." ”

Three hundred years was too long, so long that she had forgotten too much of what happened before the riots, as if all the memories of this life were blood and flight.

If she knew there was such a day, she would have made a good note of it.

Chenxi got up, tightened the backpack behind him, looked at the sky that was about to become dark, and said to Qiao Xin'er, "Let's go!" ”

Qiao Xin'er put the pink schoolbag on the ground, hugged the teddy bear, and asked, "Where are we going?" ”

Chenxi snapped her fingers with her hand, and Xiao Hei heard the voice, and stood up from the ground with a little dissatisfaction, and followed behind her.

"Chonglong Mountain, Kowloon City." After finishing speaking, Dusty Creek walked out the door.

Qiao Xin'er glanced at Xiao Hei, and she didn't know why she always felt that she and Xiao Hei should follow her, otherwise they would definitely be eaten by the kind of "people" called zombies.

She ran after her, and asked as she ran, "Sister Chenxi, are you here to save me?" ”

"I said, I'm just here to buy dog food, and wait for someone by the way."

"There are several pet shops in the city, why do you come to us?"

"Just drop by."

……