He's getting better and stronger.

Liu Tianming thought it was a bit funny, and it wasn't easy to explain.

The city is heading for ruin, and the order of civilization has collapsed.

No, it's not just this one, it's the whole world. When the end comes, and it continues, the good things are gone, and evil and violence are the basis for all domination. Liu Tianming didn't understand these words before. But now, he saw it clearly, and he fully understood the reality he was facing.

He knew what else he could do.

He had tried to save, to change.

Individual power is an ant in front of a huge society. The painful experience and lessons are still flashing in the depths of Liu Tianming's mind until now.

It may be right to go ahead.

No, not perhaps, but for sure!

Only being strong is the foundation for changing everything.

If I had been strong enough at that time, to be a mayor, a governor, a minister, I would have been able to use more resources and manpower to deal with the virus outbreak. Even if it can't turn the tide around, at least not so many people will die, and even a safe area of the city will be kept tightly guarded by the army and police.

Hahahaha! It's so funny.

We laugh at the high-ranking officials every day, laugh at their inaction and **, laugh at their short-sightedness and fat like pigs, but when the danger comes, almost everyone's mind will involuntarily think ———— what are those officials doing?

The clouds in the sky are thickening, which is a sign of impending rain.

Feeling the wind, which was getting colder, Liu Tianming sighed and turned around, aiming his gaze in the direction of the front of the car.

He has already made his choice.

He didn't eat the cans around him, he didn't kill Zheng Xiaoyue and dig out her brain, and he didn't turn around.

Song Jiahao arranged two paths for me.

But how did he do it?

What does he know?

Is he dead or not?

……

Xichang.

The hard steel pipe broke through the air, with a ferocious power, penetrated the left eye of the murderous corpse, and with inertia and strength, pressed it backwards against the wall, until the top of the sharpened steel pipe penetrated the skull, blocked by the bones in the back of the head.

After drilling hard a few times, seeing that the hideous-looking murderous corpse no longer struggled, and completely lost its movement, the steel pipe slowly began to retract, with white brains and red blood, and sharp tips appeared in the air.

The flesh skeleton let out a long exhale, grasped the steel pipe in one hand, and trotted up to the second floor.

This is a department store. The distribution of goods follows a basic pattern, with cosmetics, gold and silver jewelry, and shoes on the first floor, and women's clothing on the second floor.

The recovery of the brain's thinking is embarrassing. It wasn't until yesterday afternoon, when the last piece of meat in the backpack, the calf of the deceased earlier, was taken out and eaten that the flesh skeleton suddenly realized that he needed a new set of clothes.

The oversized blouse is very decently worn on the body, and with a pair of pencil pants that gradually tighten from the hips, the whole person looks smart. Especially when you look at it from behind, if you ignore the hairless head, which is wrapped in dark red skin and covered with dents, you will feel that she is a slender and tall beautiful girl.

Flesh and Bones didn't understand why they chose women's clothing.

All right! "He" is no longer suitable...... She made this choice completely subconsciously. Although there was no one in the mall, no smiling shopping guides, the floor plan of the mall could be seen in the lobby on the first floor. The flesh and blood skeleton recognized the words on it, and clearly saw the words "women's clothing on the second floor" and the words "men's clothing on the fourth floor" in bold.

She had an indescribable feeling that I was like ———— woman.

The mall is full of plastic models. They look more like humans than they really are. The standard figure is the best clothes rack, and the stiff movements are in line with the basic principles of display aesthetics. The male model has exaggerated broad shoulders, but perfectly demonstrates the correct way to wear a suit and jacket. And those female models, all of them have an inverted triangle body type. God knows how many parents in the world can give birth to such perfect offspring. They are the main culprits responsible for the visual differences of customers, and the real reason why countless clothes look good in the mall and look like garbage when they are bought home.

As he walked past the underwear counter, the flesh skeleton saw the sign "Triumph" and the words "Great Sale" hanging on the top of the shelves in beautiful artwork.

What's even more weird is that a large photo of the man named "Ma Yun" is actually posted next to it. He was smiling with his thumb cocked, his head smiling as if it had been squashed from above by gravity. When I got closer, I saw that it was a direct sales advertisement from the manufacturer. It has the website shopping address and the bold "same-day delivery" in large letters.

The flesh skeleton took off his shirt and chose a bra.

There were more and more chaotic thoughts in her head, and it was difficult for her to judge which ones were correct.

But one thing is certain———— I'm a woman.

There is also a very clear thinking———— my surname is Song.

Not every woman is born with a bra. Flesh and Bones are no exception.

Next to the counter were several models in underwear, with no heads, no arms, legs and feet, like the remains of bodies that had been eaten by a murderous corpse and discarded. Their **** is too big, and the terrifying scale exceeds that of most women in this world. The flesh skeleton looked at the bra worn on the plastic model, and studied the clothes he had just gotten in his hand for a long time, and finally figured out how to use it.

This thing is probably standard for women.

She went in and out of the underwear counter, searching for several change of supplies, before staggering out of the second floor.

I also need a pair of shoes.

But she didn't know what kind of shoes to wear.

Next to the stopped elevator, there is also a large advertisement. There was a young girl with a smile on her face, who was making a running motion, and her body was releasing a sporty atmosphere. It was in that area that the Flesh Skull saw signs like "Anta" and "Nike".

She vaguely remembers the "Nike" trademark. However, the "Nike" I saw in front of me seemed to be different from what I remembered. After carefully studying it for several minutes, the flesh and blood skeleton finally found that there seemed to be two more lowercase letters "i" on the English label, and the trademark had also changed a little.

I guess it's a fake!

When they are at a loss, many people tend to use the surrounding references as a selection criterion. The flesh skeleton glanced at the athletic girl on the advertisement, turned around, and walked towards the shoe cabinet shelves in the opposite direction.

There's also a huge advertising picture there. Above is a beautiful lady in an office uniform. A white shirt embroidered with lace, a knee-length black suit skirt, black high heels on her feet, and the eye-catching word "Belle" next to it.

Compared with the clothes on his body, the flesh and blood skeleton felt that the shoes passed down by the woman in this painting were the objects he needed.

Without warning, a murderous corpse suddenly popped out of the corner where the garbage cans and clothes were piled up next to it. It should have been lurking there all the time, patiently waiting for its prey to come to the door. It was too close for the flesh skeleton to pick up the steel pipe. Enraged, she grabbed the nearest high heel on the shelf next to her and smashed it towards the head of the oncoming corpse.

It was a pair of red shoes with a heel of more than ten centimeters. The metal heel is very stiff, and in order to bring out the special beauty of the female ankle, the rounded part of the heel sole that touches the ground is only one centimeter in diameter. This is equivalent to a large blunt-tipped nail, the strength of the flesh skeleton is very large, the force of the impact in the opposite direction is multiplied, and the ordinary shoes suddenly become murder weapons, and the heel bottom slides along the bridge of the nose of the murderous corpse, directly into the eye socket.

Flesh Skeletons have a lot of experience with this situation. She just didn't understand, why did the corpse have no interest in her in the first place? Why do you now think of yourself as a predator? When faced with life and death, these are no longer important. She roared like a lioness whose majesty had been violated by hyenas, holding her heels in both hands and pushing the corpse backwards with terrifying force, crushing it and crushing it to death.

The brain is the key to the murderous corpse. Its feet kicked back and forth on the ground, and after a few seconds it stopped struggling.

The flesh skeleton turned to its feet, its bra-clad chest rising and falling, its face covered in red skin full of anger and murderous intent.

There are still a lot of things that I don't understand.

Why can't murderous corpses be eaten?

It's a direct command from the brain, and flesh skeletons can't disobey it. That's how she understood it: a corpse is not food.

Still, thanks to this damn monster.

It was it that helped me make my choice.

High heels...... Well! That's it.

It goes well with the clothes I have on me, and it's a good weapon.

I chose a pair of red shoes of the corresponding size and put them on, and as soon as I stood up, the flesh skeleton felt that its body was out of balance, and its entire center of gravity tilted forward, and it didn't even have time to grab the shelf next to it, so it fell headlong towards the ground.

His forehead hurt from the blow, and the fleshy skeleton felt like his toes were almost broken. With great difficulty, she got up from the ground, sat down on the soft stool next to her to try on her shoes, and stared at them with vicious and doubtful eyes, her mind full of questions.

It seems to be beautiful.

Yes, there is the concept of "pretty" in the brain.

The flesh skeleton still stubbornly thinks that these shoes are the best fit for me.

More than an hour passed, and by the time the flesh skeleton finally put on his red heels and walked out of the mall, it was nearly dusk.

Looking at the brilliant clouds in the sky, the flesh skeleton suddenly had a new thought.

I finally remembered my name.

A name that has been lost for a long time, a name that is like a century sealed in the back of the brain.

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