The whole police station was in a mess, with clutter and waste paper everywhere. With a gun in both hands, Qi Yuanchang passed between the remains of corpses and overturned furniture, and walked into the open courtyard behind the hall on the first floor.

He found the police cafeteria, but there was nothing to eat there. Bottles and cans were smashed all over the ground, and the shocking blood stains had long since dried up and turned black. The remaining rice has grown mold, and black weevils are moving in and out of it, like the black and white variegated marble floors of a luxury hotel. When he opened the refrigerator, the strong stench almost stunned Qi Yuanchang on the spot———— the expected power supply had long been cut off, and there were dozens of kilograms of pork in it, as well as a considerable amount of fish. The latter, in particular, were supposed to freeze into ice, sitting in the freezer in the shape of a standard cube. But now, it's all a dirty slime of pale gray, black, and brown.

Closing the refrigerator door, Qi Yuanchang ran outside the cafeteria with a breath in his breath, taking a big breath in the sunlight and clean air. He felt like he was suffocated, and the stench was almost firmly fixed in his mind, and he couldn't get rid of it. This reminded him of the infected bodies that he had eaten. At that time, Qi Yuanchang never felt nauseous, he just wanted to fill his stomach in the shortest possible time.

Suddenly, he heard a slight crash.

Only once, very light. It's like a pebble falling from a height of about 10 centimeters, making a "tuk" sound.

Qi Yuanchang picked up his assault rifle and walked slowly in that direction.

He could hear it clearly: it was definitely not the noise of the air current. It was the sound of footsteps, the sound of someone's shoes on the floor. Although the other party was very careful, there was no similar sound after that, but the first blow indicated his existence, and Qi Yuanchang also determined the specific direction.

There was a door right in front of it, black and hollow, and no light could be seen. There are bungalows, and the handrail of the staircase leading to the ground floor can be faintly seen.

Evolutionary vision allowed Qi Yuanchang to see his surroundings in a dim light or even in a dark environment. Tiptoeing down the stairs, he found a hallway underneath it, with a door at the end and on the left and right. On a dark floor, there were several shadows lying in a blur. It looks like it's probably a human. It could be a dead person, or it could be a mutated creature.

Qi Yuanchang immediately denied the concept of "remains of the dead" and aimed his gun at the nearest figure.

There was no smell of corpses, nor the form of human corpses. But these guys have an extremely keen sense of the outside world. They heard Qi Yuanchang's slight breathing from his mouth and nose, smelled the smell of sweat and body odor on his body, and woke up from his slumber one after another.

There was no shouting or warning, because there was no reason to do so, and it was unlikely to have an effect. Qi Yuanchang hugged the assault rifle and fired directly, and the muzzle of the gun sprayed a hot and bright hexagonal beam, even he didn't expect that in this closed and narrow environment, the light generated by the shot would be like this, producing a deafening huge echo.

It was a murderous corpse, a small group of nearly ten corpses. This is supposed to be their resting habitat. The devil knows why they form such strange habits. Maybe it's an instinct that arises from cell evolution, or it's a fixed behavior inherited from the human mutant base.

The murderous corpse was obviously shocked by Qi Yuanchang's appearance. They are not zombies, and they don't have a logical all-out attack concept just because of food. They learned to calculate the danger, knew how to dodge the bullet. However, in the unsheltered environment of the basement corridor, the murderous corpses could only pounce one after another, exchanging the death of their companions in front of them for time and opportunity.

When the last murderous corpse pounced on him from close range, Qi Yuanchang had no time to aim. He flipped the barrel of the gun with extremely ferocious force, and slammed the corpse in the jaw with the hard butt. The filthy creature was knocked on its back, its heel touching its dead companion, losing its balance and falling backwards. Qi Yuanchang strode over, without wasting bullets, he directly pulled out the fighting knife and plunged into the gap in its skull with high speed and accuracy.

Finding red patches in the dark is troublesome. Even though it was just a little "food" the size of a grain of rice, Qi Yuanchang still didn't want to let it go. He took a flashlight out of his jacket pocket, tied it to the strap of his backpack over his shoulder, bent down, and used a fighting knife to pry open the bloody corpse's head.

At this moment, the closed room at the end of the corridor was pulled open from the inside, revealing a narrow gap.

The deadbolt must have not been oiled for a long time, and the sound of "squeak" was very loud in a dead silence.

A fat, short figure squeezed out from behind the door. The top of his head is bald, and his hair forms a dense band-like body that resembles Saturn's rings along the top of his ears. Under the light of the flashlight, Qi Yuanchang saw that this guy was holding a fire axe in his hand, beads of sweat were dripping on his forehead and face, his face was full of fear, and he also looked very struggling.

"Who are you?" He asked, his right foot subconsciously taking a step back, remaining ready to attack.

The flashlight wanted to pierce his eyes, and before Qi Yuanchang could answer, he had already opened his mouth with a little anger and shouted: "Turn off the light, I can't see anything." I know you understand what I'm saying, those monsters aren't going to look for food with flashlights. ”

Qi Yuanchang stared at the other party for a few seconds, did not speak, turned around, and continued to collect red patches from the murderous corpse.

After about two minutes, Qi Yuanchang got up from the ground, and with the swaying direct light on his shoulder, he walked towards the room where the fat man was.

He saw the words "storeroom" written in white paint on the door.

The fat man raised the fire axe, blocked the door frame with his body, his eyes were full of vigilance and vigilance, repeated the question just now, and added: "Who are you?" What do you want? ”

Qi Yuanchang ignored him, directly reached out and grabbed the axe held in the air, and with a sudden force of his wrist, he snatched this formidable weapon from the fat man's hand. When he pushed open the door and walked in, the man was still in an attack position with both hands holding the axe handle that no longer existed. The sudden loss of his possession made him feel a chill in his heart, and his eyes instinctively moved with the light of the flashlight on Qi Yuanchang's shoulder. Although he was shocked and angry, he did not dare to make a sound.

The room was large, and the radiating aura of flashlights illuminated the cardboard boxes that lay along the walls. The number is large, estimated at more than a thousand. There is a mess of boxes, and there are a lot of small machines and parts. Deep inside the room, empty cans are piled up in a small hill, and a dozen empty plastic buckets are placed on the other side. The air is filled with a strong smell of motor oil and stench, mixed with the aroma of canned food such as sardines in ketchup, which is very unpleasant to smell.

All the boxes that could be seen were empty. There were two more large plastic buckets filled with water, but Qi Yuanchang had no interest in them.

Turning around, throwing away the fire axe in his hand, and looking at the fat man with a frightened face, Qi Yuanchang asked lightly, "Is there anything to eat?" ”

That's all he cares about now.

"Nope!"

The light illuminated the fat man's round face with clear wrinkles. He was about fifty years old, and he opened his mouth to say these two words without thinking about it.

After a pause, he continued with his first question: "Who are you?" ”

The light was no longer as dazzling as it was just now, and the fat man finally saw the police uniform on Qi Yuanchang's body clearly. He suddenly became pleasantly surprised and sped up his speech: "You're a policeman?" You...... Are you here to save me? Is the rescue team coming? Take me out, my name is Sun Hengde, and I'm the director of the water board here. ”

Qi Yuanchang frowned, ignored this guy, and walked towards the cardboard boxes piled up on the wall.

This commanding way of speaking was once familiar. That was before, though.

The empty carton had no weight, and was easily pushed away by Qi Yuanchang. He searched for food in the simplest of ways, and was pleased to see several heavy boxes falling from the heights, the edges of which were torn, revealing the smashed tin cans.

It was indeed sardines in tomato sauce, which corresponded to the terrible smell in the air.

"Hey! What are you doing? Put things down, that'...... That's mine! ”

Sun Hengde didn't get the answer he wanted from Qi Yuanchang, but he saw Qi Yuanchang open his backpack and put the can that fell to the ground into it. He immediately became angry, and with a frenzied scream of rage in his mouth, he pounced in this direction in desperation.

Qi Yuanchang happened to pick up a can in his hand, and along the direction that Sun Hengde rushed from, his arm was straight, and he drew a weighty arc in the air. The hard tin can hit Sun Hengde's forehead impartially, and he fell down on his stomach, covering the painful wound with both hands, and kicking back and forth on the ground with his two legs, howling incessantly.

“…… How dare you rob me of my things? ”

"You're a police officer...... I know Secretary Wang in your bureau. I...... I'm going to sue you! ”

"Bastard, I told you I was the director of the water board, what do you want to do? Hit...... You know the law and break the law, I'm going to let you walk around without eating! ”

There was a lot of food in the carton, and the amount was so large that Qi Yuanchang didn't expect. In addition to canned food, he found several other boxes of instant noodles and quite a few vacuum-packed bacon. It's just that there is no way to boil water in the basement, and looking at the empty plastic bags scattered on the floor, it is estimated that this guy has been holding the dough pieces and chewing dry.

Sun Hengde has been screaming, but it is much smaller than at the beginning.

Except for Qi Yuanchang, no second person appeared, and it is estimated that he also understood that there was no rescue team. The attraction of sound to murderous corpses is far greater than that of ordinary people, and he still understands this truth.

Qi Yuanchang turned around and walked to Sun Hengde's side, grabbed him by the collar, and dragged him up from the ground.

(End of chapter)