Everyone has their own name.

But Yin Jian couldn't remember what her name was.

That face was familiar, and Yin Jian even remembered every detail———— the style of her earrings, the small black mole under her left eye, the sleek nose that was not very straight, the soft chin padded with fat, and the warmth and dampness that passed along the tip of her tongue to her mouth.

We have a child.

Eleven years old? Or twelve? It's about that age. Yin Jian often dreamed that he was teaching the boy a lesson with a leather bag because he did not do well in exams. I always told the boy that if he didn't study hard now, he wouldn't be able to get into a good high school in the future, let alone university. Look at the children in Maotanchang Middle School, and look at the students in Huanggang No. 1 Middle School, they are your predecessors and role models worthy of your learning.

Everything was gone, the confused dreams burst like soap bubbles, and a swarthy cave, a hard, cold ground, and the rain that was drying up and evaporating appeared before my eyes.

This is the world I live in, a land of filthy misunderstandings, a land that smells everywhere, and is full of death and sin.

Yin Jian often can't distinguish between reality and illusion, believing that dreams are the real world.

He had never thought to find out the truth. It would be too tiring to do that, and it was completely unnecessary. It's not that Yin Jian is timid or afraid of anything, but he thinks: The truth is a shameless obscene embryo. Even if you know, you can't do anything about it. It is often cruel, and while discovering and revealing secrets, it can also cause harm to oneself or those around you. In contrast, it is still easier to survive in the world of beautiful false lies. Here, you can be whatever you want, and there is no one to stop you from doing anything. You can be a billionaire, a king or an emperor, depending on your ability to concoct dreams.

Dreams are beautiful with that woman and child.

However, they do not appear much or so often in dreams.

If dreams can be actively managed and created with personal thinking, Yin Jian feels that his dreams must be shoddy horror movies———— most of the time they are killing and being killed, and only rarely see warmth and love. Women and children were always captured and killed by the enemy again and again, and Yin Jian stood by and watched, unable to do anything and help them.

There are no enemies outside the cavern.

Dispelling the chaos that ruled the brain, Yin Jian felt himself sweating profusely. He pressed his forehead to an assault rifle, a cold piece of machinery that lowered the temperature, regained the feeling of restraint, and soothed a headache.

Being sentient is not a thing. This is probably the most fatal weakness of human beings. Just because you know you're muddy doesn't mean you're thinking clearly. Just like knowing that you are dying, it doesn't mean that you will stop in time and make the choice to go back to safety. Those terrible and useless thoughts only add to the burden, make the already nervous brain more and more tense, and quickly advance the time of collapse and insanity.

Yin Jian felt his stomach "growling" with hunger.

He needs food and his body needs energy.

The taste of compressed biscuits is the same, and you can never expect a tongue with a developed gustatory nerve to distinguish a special taste from the surface or inside the biscuit, such as smoked chicken or grilled meat. And even if there were, it would be sadly illusory. Teeth and mouth will tell you that everything is fake with cruel and unforgiving truths. Although many nutrition experts are advocating soybeans and corn, claiming that they are the best alternative to meat. After a long period of feeding on these things, you will never believe such lies again, and you will even feel that you should kill a few damned nutritionists, cut fresh pieces of meat from them, grill them on a hot fire, sprinkle them with salt grains and all kinds of spices, and make up for your deceived and empty stomach.

Yin Jian wasted no time.

Now that you wake up, you will never fall asleep again.

It didn't rain much, and there was no standing water on the ground. This kind of weather is very suitable for fighting———— the enemy will feel that the opponent will not choose this time to attack, they will hide in a warm and comfortable room to sleep, and their nerves and alertness will be reduced to a minimum.

Yin Jian checked the weapon and tightened the strap of his backpack.

As he walked out of the cave, he looked down at the calendar attached to the electronic watch on his wrist.

Today is a special day, it is the birthday of myself and Yin Song.

Thick eyelashes press down on the eyes. In the depths of the eyes that no one could see, an incomparably fierce hideous was released.

Those who killed my brother must all die!

……

When the first glimmer of light appeared in the sky, Yin Jian saw the barbed wire fence in the distance.

Jixin Farm is not far from the cave where it sheltered from the rain yesterday, only about three kilometers. The reason why I didn't find this place yesterday is entirely because of the direction and the weather.

From the early morning departure to the present, Yin Jian has barely consumed much physical energy. He is now full of energy, and his brain is full of a strong desire for revenge.

Hidden behind a rock more than three meters high, through the telescope hole, carefully observe the farm that is not yet sleeping.

Warnings from mutated cells and hunger consciousness are constantly in conflict.

There is no doubt that there are infected people here.

And more than one.

Yin Jian didn't see Liu Tianming, nor did he see any of the mutant infected people in the team.

Eyes are of little use at times like these. Mutant cells are far more perceptive than the naked eye, they are like an information detector that will never malfunction, even if the other party is hiding deep underground, they can still dig deep and find them.

The other party's evolution level is not high, they will all become my food, and it will be a delicious and delicious breakfast.

The only trouble is the people who gather in the room.

Mutant cells do not work on normal humans. If he wanted to get this information, Yin Jian could only judge by the military training he had received. The number of occupants in the back building was unknown, but someone in the front building had already gotten up early. They pushed open the door and walked out, washing their faces and rinsing their mouths by the well outside. Of course, not everyone maintains good habits of cleanliness and hygiene. Some of the crooked fellows, with cigarettes in their mouths and thick cotton coats, stood in the corridors of the room and spoke loudly, gags, and all sorts of foul language and frivolous jokes that could be heard from a long distance.

"You melon baby, you slept with that mother-in-law again last night? How many bubbles did you hit her? Are you dog, day, dripping in the end? I see that your feet are all soft drops now, I'm afraid you should take medicine! ”

"You Ha Pi, let's go, let's cut the basement Bibisse together. Which one gets up in less than half an hour, which one is a dung straw mat. ”

"To each of you want to gamble?"

"Come on, which one is afraid of which?"

With these intimidations taking out arrogance, frivolous words that are purely just raising status on a linguistic level, more and more people are coming out of the room and gathering around to watch the excitement.

Yin Jian kept updating the number of people his eyes observed.

Thirty, forty, forty-five......

There would be no less than fifty people in the room in front of him. Judging by this number, the number of ordinary people living in the house in the back should not be less, or even similar to the one in front.

Hundreds of ordinary people.

In terms of combat effectiveness, they are not even as good as the walking corpses.

However, human beings are not able to rule the world by strength and body. They will make tools, they will make weapons.

Yin Jian saw several people with gun holsters, and several others standing on the roof were holding bows and arrows. In the open and conspicuous places of the house, wooden sticks are placed. Some of these homemade weapons were weighted in the front section, and some were tied with wires with sharp, sharp knives. In terms of lethality, far more than the claws and teeth of a living corpse.

It's the battle with the infected that counts.

But before that, we must deal with as many ordinary people as possible.

Yin Jian held the assault rifle flat to his chest, using the scope hole to move back and forth on the surface of a figure.

He was only one man.

Yin Jian didn't think that this was a weak, ———— powerful infectious body was definitely not something that ordinary people could imagine. Don't say it's hundreds, even if this number is several times more, you can still easily deal with it.

Humans are not living corpses. They will be afraid, they will be afraid, and when danger comes, they will do all kinds of despicable acts of abandoning their people to protect themselves. Putting down a weapon and turning around and running is the most common one. This is definitely not the case with living corpses. They always rush to the top of their game, and whether they or their companions are injured or killed, they will firmly surround their opponents. This is probably the most perfect quality in them that is better than that of humans.

Yin Jian made a guy standing at the door of the room on the second floor his first target.

It was a tall guy. Wearing a leather jacket, his hair was unkempt, and his specific appearance was not very clear, but he could only be seen with one hand on his waist, pointing at others, as if he was giving some kind of order.

Although he is not an infected, he clearly has a good status among those people.

Suddenly, his skull exploded into a cloud of blood, and the gunfire and explosion rang out almost simultaneously, and no one knew the difference. People watched in amazement as the headless body swayed in place, only to collapse to the ground a few seconds later.

"Who's shooting?"

"What's going on?"

"Someone is outside, and the bullets are coming from that side."

All kinds of judgments and shouts quickly came out of their mouths, and the crowd that had woken up from their sluggishness and shock immediately fell into a clueless confusion. They ran around in a panic, shouting all sorts of useless phrases. They went from room to room, scavenging for all the weapons they could use. The slightly nimble guy cowered behind cover, nervously and fearfully looking around. Stupid-minded idiots scurryed around the open space with sticks in hand, not knowing what they had discovered, and wielded enough strength to swing through the air and weeds. As if the enemy is invisible and can be found out with this ridiculous method. To find this site, please search for "6 Mao" or enter the URL:.