Ji Hao took out the camping lantern and removed the lampshade to turn it into a spotlight. took Xiao Nan and Zheng Yiren down the tunnel. The fat man led people to guard the tunnel entrance, waiting for the next plan. I have to say that the fat man, between his strengths and weaknesses, is getting closer and closer to a super "otaku" who squats in the command headquarters.

Ji Hao took the lead and took the lead in going down the tunnel, and Xiao Nan and Zheng followed closely behind. The entrance to the tunnel is extremely small and can only pass through one person. If it's the size of a fat person, you can only barely get through. But as long as you pass through the entrance and step on the ladder next to it and fall vertically to the height of about two people, you can reach the bottom and go down to the tunnel, and the space is still very large.

The passage is about 2.5 meters high, wide enough for five people to walk side by side, and standing in it does not feel crowded at all. Ji Hao clasped the dirt on the wall with his fingernails. The soil is still damp, indicating that it has not been long since the tunnel was excavated. The uneven walls of the passage indicate that the tunnel was very short of time when it was being excavated. Ji Hao waited at the entrance of the cave for the other two to come down one after another, and then began to move along the tunnel. Judging from the direction of the tunnel, it can be roughly seen that the song is straight through the tunnel......

Straight in the direction they came!

He couldn't help but think that if those people escaped along this tunnel, they would definitely be able to meet the troops who came to transport supplies. And then ......

The people of the two sides hit it off. The troops completed their tasks ahead of schedule and carried out the transfer with the men of the flour mill, while the men of the flour mill lost their gathering place and joined the security zone to be sheltered by the army, and there was no other choice.

If that's the case, they should return to the Shencheng security zone that night. It's not that there's no news yet.

Just when Ji Hao was puzzled, Xiao Nan made a new discovery. At first glance, this place is no different from any other place. The only difference is that the walls elsewhere are covered with marks of banging. These marks were naturally left behind when they used tools to dig tunnels. But there are no traces of these on this wall. Unlike other places, the walls here are much flatter than others, and the walls are covered with finger pinching marks.

This short segment was shot by a kung fu master with an iron sand palm? I didn't believe it when I killed Ji Hao. Then there is only one explanation. This wall was sealed piece by piece by hand! If Xiao Nan hadn't discovered this, in this dim tunnel, Ji Hao wouldn't have found this clue at all.

Ji Hao arched his fingers and knocked on the wall, nothing unusual. He slapped it with his palm again. "Bang! Bang! Bang! "Obvious cavity! It's empty!

Ji Hao didn't rush to tear down the wall. They looked around now, put their ears against the wall and listened, and when they were sure there was nothing out of the ordinary, they kicked it. The walls were easily kicked open, revealing the small space inside. The entrance to the space is so small that only one person is allowed to pass sideways. The size of the inside is only about two square meters. And on the ground, there was a corpse lying peacefully!

The body showed no signs of decomposing. It seems that he just died. The face of the deceased looked very young, about twenty-five years old. Ji Hao shone it with a lamp, and the deceased was pale and thin. The deceased's clothes were dirty and unwashed, as if they had not been washed for a long time. The sleeves were stained blood-red, and the blood flowed down, staining a large area of land. And on the ground, there was also a fruit knife. Obviously, this is the first scene. This man voluntarily lay in this small space, and could not bear the loneliness and darkness, and committed suicide by cutting his wrists.

Ji Hao found a piece of paper on his corpse, which read: Name: Yang Yang, Gender: Male, and there was a notebook next to him.

Why didn't he leave here with the brigade? Why did he enclose himself in this small space? Countless questions churned in Ji Hao's heart. Ji Hao took a deep breath, silently put away the card and notebook, and left here. They continued on their way, and soon, they reached the exit of the tunnel.

Walking up the ladder and lifting the plank at the exit, they finally walked out of the tunnel. As they expected, the exit was next to the road they had come from yesterday. There are also clear tire marks of the buses left on the road. Ji Hao resealed the plank and walked back down the tunnel. After checking all the way, he found nothing new, and he returned to the room again, opened the journal and read it roughly.

"There were more and more people in the flour mill, and more and more things were happening, and I thought I needed to keep a journal to record them."

"I'm the recorder of the log, named Yang Yang."

4.17, the third day of the end. We've been in this flour mill for three days. 6 more people joined us today. Counting them, there are 21 of us.

Hopefully more people will come here and hopefully I can help more refugees. Who made me the owner of this flour mill!

On April 18, someone threw out an entire bowl of noodles today. The reason is that there are too few dishes, and it is not delicious! It was unanimously decided to punish the man. We forbade him not to eat for a day. Maybe tomorrow he'll come to his senses.

Today we have 70 of us.

At 4.20, we finished eating the food that was in the store. The vegetables found nearby have also bottomed out.

In the future, we can only eat steamed buns.

Actually, I know that there is still a lot of food in the warehouse.

If you count the old flour that was backlogged last year and didn't have time to destroy it, it's enough for us to eat for a year! Who made me the owner of this flour mill!

But that's not the way to go, we're going to sit back and eat.

We now have 92 people. More and more people are coming to the flour mill, and I don't think it's a way to go on like this. No matter how much flour there is, sooner or later it will be eaten up, and as more and more people come, this day will approach us day by day.

But I will save all those who come to me. Who made me the owner of this flour mill!

4.21, the first wave of zombies is coming.

There were 13 people here today. The difference is that they chased a team of zombies behind them. Oh my God, that's about twenty!

We smashed the zombies through the wall with stones and steel from the flour mill.

The outside of my flour mill was splattered with broken corpses of zombies.

Oh my God, I just had someone paint the walls last month! Stained my walls so quickly!

Nobody wants to clean up the minced meat.

But soon, another group of zombies was attracted by these flesh and blood.

After killing the second team of zombies, we realized that we had to deal with them.

We dug a pit and buried all these disgusting corpses in it. Hopefully I won't have nightmares tonight.

4.22, Some of us want to build a bigger and stronger wall.

Obviously they are all feeling the crisis, and I support their views. I have to support the idea that who made me the owner of this flour mill!

But when it comes to construction, no one wants to do it.

Not being able to build walls is one thing, and we can't find the materials.

But there are still three persistent people who want to build the wall. They had gone out this morning in search of building materials, but by the evening, they had returned empty-handed.

But I just hope they come back safely every day.

4.21 There are "group structures" among us, in which they call each other brothers and sisters, and the "groups" compete with each other. I don't know if it's good or bad, and I don't know what to do about it. It can only be regarded as not seeing. I really envy other people, I don't have to think about anything every day, just play cards, and I don't have to worry about the loud noise that will attract zombies.

I guess I'm probably the most sad person in this flour mill. Who made me the owner of this flour mill!

They call each other "people from Zhangcun", "people from Xinyi Village", and "people from Lin'an District".

I really don't think that's necessary.