Zhao Xinghua was mixed in the corpses on the street, surrounded by the smell of rancidity, which made him very uncomfortable, but fortunately it was the late autumn season and the weather was cool. If it is in the summer of Suishi, the high temperature of more than 30 degrees every day, and then sneak in the city in this way, wearing such a thick black cloak, the heat is deadly, and the stuffiness is to death, and the smell of sweat is to announce to the zombies around you.

"There's a fresh human takeaway here."

In his brain's thoughts, he had reached the destination of his trip, an urban village behind a computer city.

From the entrance under the archway into this forest of handshake building area (because the urban village is often located in the center of the city on the edge of the area, every inch of land, these original villages, during the continuous expansion and development of the city, were incorporated into the urban area, the villagers in their own homestead as much as possible to build buildings, resulting in the building between the buildings is very close, two floors in the two floors can shake hands. This is where the name of the Handshake House comes from) It was similar to the last time I visited, there was no obvious blood on the streets, there were no signs of houses that had been destroyed by the battle, and the survivors here were well hidden, and there was no sign of human activity around them.

Zhao Xinghua followed the route of memory, and came to the outside of the building where he spent the night for the first time, and listened inside, there was no sound at all, all the windows on the first and second floors were still blocked by thick curtains, and the situation in the building could not be seen. was still about to climb the window like the first time, just when Zhao Xinghua put away his cloak, he accidentally hit the security door at the entrance of the first floor with his back, and the iron door shook slightly, Zhao Xinghua felt wrong, the door didn't seem to be locked.

The survivors in the building would not be so careless, there should be something going on. Zhao Xinghua put down the backpack, held the military thorn in his right hand, and gently pulled the handle of the security door with the other hand.

"Squeak!" Bang.

The iron door was really opened, and because the iron door had not been used for a long time, the position of the door shaft was a little rusty, and there was an unpleasant sound of metal rubbing, which was particularly harsh in this silent city. Zhao Xinghua hurriedly stood against the wall with his back against the door, to prevent zombies or other things from rushing out inside, and also to prevent being shot by the people inside, and waited quietly for a minute, nothing happened, and even the sound of the iron door rubbing just now did not attract the zombies to come, as if he was the only one left in the world, and the surroundings were quiet and terrible.

Zhao Xinghua turned sideways and looked into the corridor, it was pitch black, there was no light in it at all, but the smell of rot was very strong, this was not the rancid smell of meat protein, but the rotten and sour smell of vegetables or fruits. Took out the flashlight and slowly moved upward, this kind of self-built building has few windows, plus each building is too densely built, there is no light on the lower floors all year round, and now all the doors are closed, there is no difference between here and the dark sky, there is no light at all. There were no problems on the second floor, several rooms with doors closed and undamaged, and no blood on the floor and walls. Coming to the third floor, the same is true, Zhao Xinghua gently approached a door, twisted the doorknob, and the door opened. The inside is very tidy, many items and daily necessities are placed in the original position, it seems that the owner of the room is not planning to leave for a long time, so many things that should have been carried with him did not take.

In this way, several more rooms were opened, and they were all the same, and they went up to the fourth and fifth floors. There were no touches in the room, no signs of a fight, but where had all these people gone? The crops on the roof of the building are a little messy, and it looks like no one has been taking care of them for many days.

Where will people go? These people left by themselves, Zhao Xinghua saw that there was still bottled water left in the room, and there was food storage in some rooms, the location here was relatively safe, why did he leave when there was no shortage of food and drink? Zhao Xinghua searched carefully several times, but found no clues needed. Forget it, Zhao Xinghua no longer pays attention to this problem, at least it seems that these people are not eaten by zombies, but they are leaving on their own initiative without harm.

Go downstairs, retrieve the backpack, return to the roof of the building, pick up a hoe from the side of the flower pond and start digging potatoes in the ground, when digging to the middle position, Zhao Xinghua used a little more force, and he didn't care if he went down with a hoe to dig a hard object, and a piece of something was turned out of the soil by the hoe, which was a human arm bone. Zhao Xinghua was a little creepy, how could there be such a thing in the soil. Turning over a few more times with a hoe, another piece of human skeleton was dug out, this time Zhao Xinghua cut the hoe hard, and buried a lot of human bones at the bottom of the half-meter-deep soil layer, judging from the limb bones, it means that there is more than one corpse.

"How so?"

"Could it be that all those who are missing are buried here!"

Zhao Xinghua threw away the hoe and sat on the ground, holding his head and thinking about everything that happened here, that Uncle Quan looked very honest, not like he could do this kind of murder and burial of corpses, but the flower pond on the top floor was built by him, and others had no chance to bury a few corpses at the bottom of the flower pond, Zhao Xinghua was a little confused, could it be the old horse and his mother-in-law who sold potatoes? But where have all these people gone?

Zhao Xinghua pondered for a while, but he couldn't figure it out.

Helpless, get up and carefully examine those bones, the corpses have been corrupted and only the white bones of Sensen remain, Zhao Xinghua speculated from the finger bones that these are human beings after corpses, the fingernails have changed, and the finger bones are longer than normal humans, which is an obvious feature of human mutation into zombies, this conclusion makes Zhao Xinghua feel better, he does not want to see the scene of human cannibalism, in his heart, every survivor of the end times is the same kind, even if the normal survival of society collapses, into anarchy, without the constraints of the law, Human beings should also have a minimum moral bottom line in their hearts, and they still need to respect life. If one day he encounters those scenes of anger and cannibalism, he will not hesitate to choose to clean up those scum who mutilate the same kind, cannibalism is an untouchable bottom line!

"Could it be that the survivors here have gone to live in other buildings?" Thinking that dozens of people were rescued in this urban village area that day, maybe these people are all gathered to live together, so it is not impossible to facilitate defense and concentrate living materials.

Thinking of this, Zhao Xinghua put the potatoes into a bag full of potatoes and carried them on his back, no matter whether the potatoes were edible or not, he had to take them back, which was the main purpose of his return this time.

When he packed his backpack and was about to leave here to check on other buildings, Zhao Xinghua glanced back at the strange flower pond, and suddenly a thought flashed in his mind.

"Could these potato mutations have anything to do with the zombies buried here?"