Compared to the darkness and expansiveness of the rest area, the supermarket in the light and closed is more like a refuge that gives people a sense of security. In the rest area of the www.biquge.info of Pen, Fun and Pavilion, many people who have temporarily escaped from the clutches of zombies are running towards the supermarket.

When they saw the door of the supermarket suddenly closed and they were ruthlessly turned away, they immediately banged and banged on the door in panic and despair, and at the same time pleaded with tears, tempted with money, and threatened the people inside with words, so that they could open this door of hope for themselves.

"Please, good Samaritan, hurry up and open the door for us!"

"The people inside, you can mention any conditions and requirements, I have 4,000 yuan on me, all for you, please let me in!"

"Hurry up and open the door! I'm a cop! If you don't open the door, you will all be arrested and detained at the police station! ”

"What nonsense are you talking about, crash with me, crash open the door and rush in!"

Huang Zetao listened to these noisy words, licked his chapped lips, and a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. This feeling of having others begging for themselves and manipulating the fate of others is so intoxicating.

Compared with now, the first half of my life is really a failure, and there seem to be only two situations in which others ask for themselves, one is that when I was a child, my parents always said to myself, "Please understand something, listen to something", and the other is when others say to themselves when they are crowding the bus, "Let me go".

Now that the lives and deaths of these people are in their own hands, and if they don't let you in, aren't you just dead? What to drag? Or lure and threaten me? How do you say that sentence, it seems that wealth and nobility can't be lewd, and majesty can't be bent, you want me to let you in, in the next life!

When Huang Zetao was in the midst of his own self-righteousness, not everyone succumbed to his obscenity. A man in his 50s, wearing glasses, like an old pedant, came to the door from the side of the shelf, looked out, and said in a resolute trill: "The monster outside has not come, there is no danger in opening the door at this time, we should let them in, it is too dangerous to stay outside, it may kill at any time!" ”

Huang Zetao paused for a moment, put the watermelon knife on his shoulder, and said arrogantly: "Old man, what did you say?" I warn you, there's no place for you to talk here, so I'll be honest and stay there. ”

"You can't do this, it's a death can't be saved, you're going to kill everyone outside!" The old pedant said confidently, "We should let them in!" In this dangerous environment, one more person is one more strength! This is not your home, and you are not trying to deny people to come in and take refuge! ”

As he spoke, he rested his hand on the chainlock, ready to twist the key that was still on it.

"Old man, if you don't eat and drink, you are looking for death!" Huang Zetao felt that the self-confidence and dignity he had just recovered had been ruthlessly trampled on, and his anger instantly rushed to his head, raised a kick and kicked on the old pedant's chest, followed him, and rode on him, and the big fist of the sand bowl fell on the opponent's emaciated body one after another.

Everyone else in the supermarket shuddered, staring coldly and backing slightly, trying to get themselves farther away from this terrible man.

There were a few people with hesitation and struggle in their eyes, trying to stop the atrocity, but lacking the courage to come forward, and in the end they remained indifferent and indifferent.

The man under him was already inhaling more and exhaling less, Huang Zetao felt a lot more relaxed, stood up, and arrogantly shouted to the crowd: "Whoever wants to open the door again, he will end up with him!" ”

After saying that, he pulled out the key to the lock, put it in his trouser pocket, and scanned it proudly, and everywhere he went, everyone lowered their heads and did not dare to look directly.

I thought that everything was under control, and my self-confidence was inflated, but I didn't expect another person to stand up and say, "I... I'm going out! ”

Get out? When everyone else is squeezing their heads to come in, this person is going out? There are man-eating monsters outside, isn't it a dead end to go out? Was this man frightened and mad?

Everyone looked at this man in his 40s, short stature, and a Chinese face with a single eyebrow, and they were very puzzled.

"My son is still in the car, I'm going out to find him!"

Only then did everyone understand that it was the father-son relationship, and the father couldn't let go of his worries about his son outside, so he had to risk his life to go out to find his son.

The man took two steps forward and came to Huang Zetao, his figure was a head lower than him, but he looked up at him without showing weakness, and said toughly: "Key!" Give me the keys! Rest assured, I won't ask to come back again after I go out. ”

Huang Zetao didn't feel the deep father-son affection, all he thought in his heart was that this was an obvious disregard and wanton provocation to himself, if he didn't clean him up, where would he put his face?

The tyranny buried in the deepest part of his bones was completely stimulated, and Huang Zetao completely lost his mind and became an emotionless beast.

He was angry in his heart, and evil grew to the side of his guts, and he raised his watermelon knife and slashed at the man.

The man obviously didn't expect Huang Zetao to make a sudden move, and in a panic, he only had time to take half a step back, and with his hand, half of his right arm was directly cut off by the sharp watermelon knife, and fell off his body and fell to the ground.

Blood gushed out like a fountain from the severed arm. The man clutched his severed arm, let out a terrible scream, and fell to the floor. A woman in the corner of the wall screamed and fainted when she saw this bloody scene of separation.

Huang Zetao still didn't understand his hatred, and didn't want to let him go, so he lifted his curled up body in pain, stood on the windowsill, opened the top window, and pushed it out.

The man's painful wail sounded outside the supermarket, and the smell of blood emitted from the broken arm attracted dozens of zombies, and the people who blocked the door and couldn't get in didn't have time to escape, they were surrounded by swarming zombies, and the desperate shouts gradually stopped after one after another, and then the knock outside the supermarket did not sound again for a while.

Huang Zetao thought that he had gained prestige and dignity, and regarded the isolation and vigilance of others as awe and respect for him, and an unprecedented joy arose in his heart.

Naturally, he didn't know that when he threw the man out, his appearance, and the scene of the man being surrounded by a group of zombies and eaten up, were clearly seen by a pair of eyes hiding in the car outside the supermarket. There was unforgettable hatred in those eyes, one hand was put in his mouth and he bit it desperately, leaving two clear tooth marks, and the other hand was clenched into a fist, and the palm of the four fingers was white.