Closing the courtyard door tightly, Tristy leaned her back against the courtyard door, her brow furrowed.

The sound of footsteps approached happily from a short distance, and when she raised her eyes, she saw her daughter Meryl running over excitedly, still holding a letter in her hand.

Seeing her, Meryl hurriedly put her hands behind her back and stood up straight: "Mom! ”

"What's in your hand?" Tristi's gaze was as sharp as a knife, "Take it out!" ”

"I'm ......," Miryl tightened her back.

"Campba's letter?" Tristy snorted, "You know if you don't look at it." ”

Meryl's face flushed: "I know you still ask!" ”

Tristi said angrily, "I didn't tell you, don't deal with him again!" I don't understand, apart from the handsome appearance, what else is good about this little white face? ”

"No matter how bad it is, it's better than that dwarf in your bed!"

Trumpet!

Tristi slapped Miryl in the face, and her whole body trembled, "What did you say?!" ”

"Are you afraid of people saying it?!" There were five obvious fingerprints on Meryl's white face, and she stubbornly raised her face and looked at her mother without giving an inch, "I'm different from you, I will never be with someone I don't like!" Let me seduce that gnome? Die! Even if I die, I won't look at him squarely! ”

"Get out! Get lost! Tristi yelled as she watched Meryl turn away, and she slid to the ground, her hands covering her face weakly.

Earth, Jinling, downtown!

As a famous big city in Asia, the central business district is busy with traffic on weekdays, but now it is a depression, all the shops are closed, there is not a single pedestrian on the road, occasionally a few cars pass by, and they are all in a hurry, and more can be seen are soldiers guarding the intersection, they are wearing gas masks that completely cover their heads and faces, wearing thick chemical protective clothing, nuclear guns stand high behind the barbed wire, sharp eyes through the glass glasses of gas masks, cold and stern.

At this time, a car with a government license plate sped along the avenue to a checkpoint at the corner of the street.

One of the soldiers, with the rank of sergeant, immediately took two steps forward and raised his hand to signal stop.

The window slowly lowered, revealing the slightly rich face of a middle-aged man, who reached out and handed out a red pass.

The sergeant took the pass with his leather-gloved hand and was stunned as he started it.

There was also a thick stack of things on the pass, and he turned it over and saw that it was a stack of hundred-dollar bills.

The sergeant hesitated, returned the money, and then looked at the pass very closely, and after a few moments, he handed it back again, took two steps to the back seat, and said in a muffled voice, "Lower the window!" ”

A trace of imperceptible nervousness floated on the middle-aged man's face, and he immediately smiled gently: "I am Director Jin of the Jinling City Tourism Bureau, you are a soldier of the ground artillery brigade, and I know you very ......well with Deputy Brigade Commander Chen."

"Lower the window!" The sergeant ignored him, and the accentuated voice repeated again.

Director Jin smiled and said, "Why don't I contact you now, Deputy Brigade Commander Chen......"

"Open the window!" Without hesitation, the sergeant raised the gun in his back to his chest.

Facing the muzzle of the black hole, Director Jin twitched his cheeks twice, and slowly lowered the rear seat window.

In the back seat sat a mother and son, the mother was in her thirties and very beautiful, and the son was seven or eight years old, half-leaning on his mother's arms, his face was abnormally flushed, and his breath was short.

Seeing the appearance of this boy, the sergeant suddenly became nervous, and immediately picked up the walkie-talkie hanging on his chest: "Base, base!" This is the C9 checkpoint, an infected person was found, repeat, an infected person was found, please do your best to arrange an ambulance......"

Just as he spoke, Director Jin, who was in the driver's position, suddenly gritted his teeth and stepped on the accelerator hard.

With the screeching sound of the engine, the sedan slammed through the improvised guardrail of the sentry post.

At the same time, a dense burst of gunfire rang out, but it was another soldier guarding the sentry who opened fire.

The half-punched sedan suddenly deflected, staggered across the green belt, and slammed into the concrete wall on the side of the road, deforming the entire front of the car.

Two soldiers hurried over with the cart.

Through the glass window, which had been completely shattered by the strafing, they saw that all three people in the car were already lying in a pool of blood.

The sergeant took the walkie-talkie again: "This is the C9 checkpoint, there is no need for an ambulance, let the nearest corpse collection team come, repeat, this is the C9 checkpoint, let the corpse collection team come ......"

Soon, a military truck drove up, and two soldiers who were also gas masks and chemical suits jumped out of the car, and they dragged the three dead people in the sedan and threw them onto the truck.

After that, they kept running around the neighborhood until it was almost dark and the truck was loaded with most of the corpses, and then they restarted driving all the way to the suburbs.

After passing a few checkpoints, they slowly drove towards the crematorium, and in the distance, they saw the familiar four gray-yellow columns of smoke from the incinerator.

The car stopped at the edge of the square, and the soldier in the passenger seat jumped down with a notebook and entered an office on the edge of the square, where someone was responsible for recording daily deaths.

As the trucks carrying the bodies returned, the records were updated until they were finally put together, and at about midnight, one of the documents appeared in a prefabricated camp just five kilometers away.

"Death 316," Song Yujia held the paper, her brows furrowed, "There are 28 more than yesterday!" ”

She raised her head: "What about Lin Jixin?" Still haven't found it yet? ”

Standing opposite her was Mo Lingxin, and when she asked, Mo Lingxin sighed: "I've already left a phone message, I hope he will receive it soon." ”

Song Yujia said dissatisfiedly: "What did this person do, he didn't say a word anywhere." ”

Mo Lingxin lowered her head and didn't squeak, and after a while, seeing that Song Yujia's expression softened a little, she said, "Aunt Song, you are in good health, don't be too tired, rest early!" ”

"Can I sleep now?" Song Yujia's anger came up again, "If you really want me to sleep well, hurry up and find Lin Jixin for me, this time the plague depends on him!" ”