Ji Hao and his party entered the trade area smoothly, and suddenly a person squeezed over from the side. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info this person has a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, and his eyes keep rolling on Ji Hao and his party.

This person's gaze made Ji Hao very uncomfortable. Ji Hao took a step back and stared at this person vigilantly. This person is also straight to the point, no nonsense. opened his mouth and said directly: "Brothers, you just came here today." ”

Ji Hao's eyebrows suddenly twisted together. How did he know that Ji Hao had just arrived? The man then said, "The kid next to you is the receptionist." We basically know the kids at the reception. I don't have any bad intentions, I just want to invite you to join our team......"

Politely declined the invitation of the first person. Just sent the first man away, and a second man came. "Brother, come, take a step to speak."

left the second person directly, but then the third person found Ji Hao again......

But the third man's words were peculiar. "Brother, I won't pull you into the group, I just want to ask you, are you ready for tomorrow?"

Ji Hao even wanted Xiaomi to go back first, and then bother Ji Hao with these savings. But I feel that even if Xiaomi is taken away, it seems that it is too late, and that group of people has already targeted them! So I gave up on the idea.

But when he calmed down and thought about it, a cold sweat broke out behind Ji Hao. Driving away millet in this place, they are really unfamiliar with life. Ji Hao is not familiar with the rules of this place at all, when the time comes, as long as people play a little trick, move out of the illusory "system", and then call a few public servants who don't know what position, Ji Hao and a few people are not slaughtered?

Perhaps, from the first person who came to pull them into the group, Ji Hao had already fallen into the trap of this group of unknown people. Maybe in the territory of those large organizations, these people don't dare to be so presumptuous. Thinking of this, Ji Hao unconsciously looked at the row of brick houses.

At this glance, Ji Hao saw a familiar figure. Zhou Nana, a young and promising female professor in the Department of Chemical Engineering at a first-class university in Shencheng. Because of pregnancy, she was dispatched to Ji Hao's subordinate college to manage and distribute experimental equipment. Every time Ji Hao takes an experimental class, he always has to greet her. Ten months ago, as the delivery period approached, Ms. Zhou Nana also took maternity leave and went home to give birth.

And now......

Teacher Zhou was blasted out of the brick room, holding a yellow thing between her thumb and forefinger, trying to defend something. The fat glasses obviously noticed Teacher Zhou as well, and walked towards Teacher Zhou with Ji Hao. The others may not know Teacher Zhou, but they also followed.

At this time, Mr. Zhou was already squatting on the ground at the door of the brick house, with his arms on the knees of his legs, his forehead resting on his arms, crying helplessly.

"Teacher Zhou?" Ji Hao called tentatively.

Hearing the familiar name before the end, perhaps out of the dignity of being a teacher, Teacher Zhou held back his crying and looked up. But there are still two lines of tears left on his face.

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When the apocalypse broke out, Mr. Zhou was looking after his six-month-old daughter in the village, and the family had their own small courtyard in the countryside near Shencheng, where two rows of green onions and a tree were simply planted. Because some relatives came to visit her and the children at their home that day with some gifts, the elderly in the family did not go to the fields to cultivate. Since both husband and wife have a good income, they did not choose to rent out their house like their neighbors. When the ice fell, seeing the warning broadcast from the broadcast hall, the family hid in the house and survived.

But the so-called virus did not alarm the family. After the ice fell, the changes to this warm family were only that the phone could not be connected, the TV had no signal, and the computer had no network. Two hours later, my parents-in-law, who didn't know what was going on outside, stupidly sent their relatives home. But after exiting the alley, everything changed.

She and her husband didn't go out to see each other off. She had only seen with her own eyes that his father-in-law had suddenly appeared outside the gate. Her father-in-law's clothes were disheveled, and his body was stained with the blood of who she didn't know. A pair of hands behind him tried desperately to pull away his clothes, but he didn't care. Finally, with all his might, he finally arrived at the gate, but the old father's choice was not to hurry in to avoid the disaster, but to reach out and close the iron door directly.

With a "click", the iron gate of the courtyard was locked from the outside. Immediately after, there was a muffled snort from the old man. By the time her husband realized something was wrong and rushed out of the house, blood was already running through the crack in the door.

Inside the house, Zhou Nana was holding her daughter and pacing anxiously. At this time, the sudden change, the husband who bravely rushed out was her only support.

In the arms, in swaddling clothes, the sweet baby who had been sleeping suddenly howled and cried.

Her husband banged frantically on the door, but the door was still old-fashioned, and the door had been locked from the outside, and her husband was in a hurry, but he was helpless. Looking out from the cat's eye, outside the door, his father was pressed to the ground by a group of people from the old Liu family next door, greedily chewing the flesh and blood on his body. The frantic tearing movements and bloody eyes are simply demons returning from purgatory!

He banged on the door in a frenzy, he slammed, he kicked, he slammed the door with the stick leaning against the door, he wanted to get the attention of these demons, he wanted them to get away from his poor, weak father. But all was in vain.

His wife, Zhou Nana, ran out of the house with her daughter in her arms. He, who had never blushed at his wife, changed his normal behavior and ordered his wife to stay at home honestly.

He wanted to go out and get his father back. But the door was bolted by my father outside. The father and son, before his death, wanted to protect his son's safety and locked the door from the outside. And the son faces a group of bloodthirsty demons, but wants to open this last barrier and save his father.

The door can't be opened, the door can't be opened, what should I do?! ……………… Over the wall? Right! Over the wall! After being stunned for a long time, he finally remembered that there was still a way to go over the wall.

He brought chairs and benches and put his hands on the wall. Usually lacking exercise, he struggled to climb the wall, and his hand was deeply cut by the glass shards embedded in the wall, and the blood flowed down his hand, but he didn't care. Or rather, he was not aware of the condition of his own hands at all.

Because, a bigger blow hit him hard in the heart. The old Liu family, who surrounded his father, moved away from his father.

His father, his loving father, his loyal father. I opened my eyes again. What kind of eyes are these?! He was crazy, he was chaotic, and his eyes revealed a murderous aura like the old Liu family. (It takes less than ten minutes to mutate here.) You think it's a rare special constitution. ）

His father's two legs and one arm had been swallowed almost clean, except for a small part of his right arm still attached to his torso.

The left chest was bitten open with a large opening in the bowl, and the hole was blurred with flesh and blood. Every time his father shuddered, the little, little blood that was left was squeezed out of his body.

His father was lying on the ground and looked up to see him on the wall. The father frantically waved the last small severed arm, and the severed arm was still connected to the white bones. The bones were on the wall, slamming against the concrete floor, leaving the wall in a blood-red stain.

With a click, the bone of a little thumb broke, and it fell into the yard, under the big tree at home, and quietly rolled down to the rocking chair where my father used to sit.