Under the gray canopy, the mountains in the distance were faintly shrouded in blood-colored mist, the black stone bricks were piled up to form a metallurgical plant, and not far away stood a long chimney, the top of which was blackened by the smoke that had been emitted for many years, and the silent metallurgical plant was shrouded in a dead air. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Hitting the zombie blocking the road with the off-road vehicle, Andrew slammed on the accelerator, and I felt the car jolt into a small bush around the metallurgical plant. Far away from the roar of the zombies, Andrew made his way around the straight chimneys of the metallurgical plant, and with a sharp turn, the off-road vehicle swooped down and crashed through the fence in the backyard of the metallurgical plant.

I shrank into the passenger cab with my head in my hands and felt the body shake violently and the contents of the rear compartment rolled to the ground.

"Bang-"

Crushing over a soft object, Andrew shifted gears hard and savagely slammed open an iron door.

The wire slammed against the windshield, and I heard a crisp sound, and I looked up slightly to see a narrow crack in the windshield.

“――”

A 90-degree drift, the brakes screamed harshly, and I lost my center of gravity and slammed my body against the car door.

"Get out of the car!" Stopping the buggy, Andrew commanded in a calm voice.

I lowered my head and pushed the car door.

"Hoarse-" I heard the roar of zombies on the left, and I raised my eyes to see three or four zombies with missing arms and legs rushing towards us from the workshop behind the factory, their eyes bleeding, pale skin, black blood vessels bursting out of the skin, they dragged the stump of flesh, stretched out their hands and ran towards us at a speed beyond human physical strength.

A few steps away, Andrew smashed open the back door of the factory with his pistol.

I gritted my teeth and held my breath and rushed towards him.

Andrew stood in the doorway staring at me as he ran, reached out and pushed me, and I fell into the cold air of the factory. He raised his hand and picked up a fire extinguisher and smashed the skull of a zombie that was about to bite me, I heard a muffled sound behind me, and the zombie's blood instantly splattered on his coat, "Bang-" Andrew slammed the iron door hard, and a few seconds later, the sound of zombies banging on the door sounded outside the door.

"Ahem......" I coughed, taking a few steps back.

The rusty iron door was knocked out by the zombies one by one.

Blood, flowing through the crack in the door.

"Click." Andrew slammed in the deadbolt and pulled through a cold iron cabinet with a cold face blocking the door.

Curled up slightly, I carefully adjusted the rate of my breathing.

I took off my coat and hat, and the hair on my neck was already soaked with sweat.

Andrew stood in front of the large iron cabinet and pursed his lips as he withdrew the pistol back into his waist.

Here, is the Aksh Metallurgical Plant?

Raising my eyes, I looked silently at the silent factory.

The white wall, connected to the high ceiling, is placed in rows of neat iron cabinets in the factory, at a glance, there are many items classified on the iron cabinets, some iron cabinets are placed with metal parts, some iron cabinets are placed with thick archives, some iron cabinets store screwdrivers, wrenches and other tools, and some iron cabinets are sealed with black locks to seal all the contact with the outside world. Layers of iron cabinets, like rows of dominoes, a few faint rays of light from the skylight into the factory, illuminating a small gray floor tile.

"Wait a minute."

Andrew walked past me in a calm voice, his arm over my shoulder, and walked deeper into the rows of iron chests.

"Dah. Click. ”

Andrew's body was gradually obscured by the rows of storage cabinets, and I listened to the sound of his steady footsteps echoing through the empty factory.

He's looking for an exit to the plant.

I won't risk my near-death self until it's absolutely safe.

Really, can it survive?

Outside the door, the zombies are still pounding on the iron door.

I was silent for a moment, then turned around, leaving the loud voice behind me.

There was a bit of humidity in the silent and cold air of the factory, embroidered with the slight smell of metal rust in the air, and I walked calmly past the rows of cold iron cabinets.

"Dah. Click. ”

The sound of my footsteps echoed silently in the air.

The whole factory was like a corpse that was gradually losing its temperature, and it was cold.

I looked around the building, which looked like it was used to store some of the production records of the metallurgical plant and the discarded parts. Usually not in the production plant there are not many workers staying, and Andrew was right to choose this breakthrough point. Although he didn't tell me the detailed plan, it was clear that he had his own plans for each of the next steps.

And what about the other participants?

The old gentleman James, the beautiful Joanna, Dr. Erin, the vigilant Wayne, the haughty Tina, the gangster Vic, the Howard siblings, and the timid Colin......

Have they all arrived?

Walk through hordes of zombies in the city and gradually gather towards this lifeless factory......

Will they not hesitate to kill me after knowing that I am a sacrifice?

I squinted, and there was a chill in my eyes.

The lost memory is still blank, but he is inexplicably trapped in the punishment of heaven, and is told that he may die at any time.

What kind of world is this......

Why was the Inquisitor able to easily let the zombie virus break out?

Is this really the real world......

My thoughts were in turmoil, and my eyes swept over the rows of cold iron cabinets, and suddenly, I stopped in front of one of them, and my attention was drawn to a brown cardboard box in the iron cabinet. The cardboard box protrudes abruptly out of the iron cabinet, which looks particularly strange in this row of neatly stored iron cabinets.

I instinctively looked back, and the sound of the iron door behind me was faintly and faintly.

Ahead, Andrew's footsteps seemed to be on the other side of the factory in the distance.

After a few seconds of silence, I walked towards the abrupt cardboard box.

The cardboard boxes are placed on the lowest level of the iron cabinet, and the brown cardboard boxes are slightly moldy due to the humid air in the factory. I crouched down slightly, pulled out the square cardboard box with my left hand, and found a stack of white letters piled up in the box, signed and unsigned, and it seemed that I had not yet had time to send them.

Flipping through the yellowed letters, I suddenly saw a notebook under the layers of letters.

Brown cowhide cover, the pages are a little old.

I looked up alarmedly.

Quiescence.

Deathly silence.

Squatting down with my mouth pursed, I placed the stack of letters on the floor and picked up the notebook.

Flip open the brown crusty cover.

On the first page, black handwriting is written on the paper.

Graj.

I frowned slightly.

With a thick notebook in my left hand and a moldy footer with my right hand, I flipped through it casually.

A musty smell hit my face instantly, and I instinctively held my breath.

The notebook was covered with black handwriting, some of which fell crookedly on the brown horizontal lines of the page, some words were missing a letter, some were joined together, and some places were blackened by a single black ink stain that made it impossible to make out what was hidden by it. Some pages have only a few jerky phrases, and some pages have a scrawled pattern resembling a human head, but for some reason there are no eyes, only a twisted nose and a row of open mouths.

A thick notebook with an eerie atmosphere.

My gaze stopped at one of the pages.

On the page, a few short lines of words, twisted.

[Here they are. 】

"They're here to kill me. 】

[In order of death, I am the next undead.] 】

[Do you hear me, through the glass, the sound from hell?] 】

No one wants to believe me. 】

[The sound echoed in my head, and I gnawed my fingers to get rid of it.] 】

But the sound grew louder and louder, surrounding me from all sides. 】

[Shh......h

[Here they are again......]

[They were watching me, and I heard their laughter, and I heard them plan to hang me by the window, pull out my fingernails, and burn me to death with fire. 】

[It's about to begin......]

The cold air in the factory made me shiver.

The yellowed pages are filled with the smell of death between the lines.

Turning the page, I flipped back, and the last handwriting stopped at two-thirds of the book.

The last page contains three sentences.

The flesh will eventually be destroyed. 】

O atoning soul. 】

"I will return. 】

I stared at the crooked handwriting.

A corrosive feeling, silent, breeding, climbing up to the atrium, enveloping the deepest undercurrent, churning, thick blood.

Suddenly, I felt that the light in front of me was obscured, I instinctively looked up and saw a zombie standing a few steps away from me, it leaned down slightly, its neck connected its head and body in a strange posture, its eyes widened as if it was about to fall out of its sockets, blood dripped down the corners of its mouth and fell onto the blue jumpsuit, its mouth was torn all the way to the base of its ears, it maintained a slightly leaning posture as if laughing.

My hand shook and my laptop fell to the floor.

The next second, the zombie stretched out its hand and pounced on me.

I instinctively leaned over, but before I could stand up, it had already clamped my shoulder, and the next moment I was pressed against the cold iron cabinet, and my dislocated shoulder hurt for a while. Its corpse-stinking mouth roared and bit at me.

Damn it!

I grabbed its blue overalls and put my left hand against its neck, its hand gripped my shoulder, pinching the flesh and sinking into the joint, a heart-rending pain.

"Roar—" The zombie roared, grinning at my warm neck and biting down.

I gritted my teeth and clenched my fist and instantly hit its mandible, its teeth slammed into my fist, and the next second I pulled out the spike hidden under my coat and plunged it into the zombie's temple! The spikes instantly pierce the skin and pierce the soft brain. The zombie roared, blood spraying my neckline, my left hand grabbed its neck, I pulled out the spike, aimed it in its eye socket and inserted it again, lifting my foot and pushing it away with my knee.

"Bang." The zombie crashed into the iron cabinet, convulsed a few times, lost its mobility, and fell to the ground along the iron cabinet.

Blood, along the spikes in its eye sockets, dripped to the ground.

It grinned with its flesh torn open, and seemed to die with a smirk.

I was breathing heavily, and my shoulder hurt.

After a moment's pause, I stood still holding on to the iron cabinet behind me.

This hellish place!

Cursing inwardly, I leaned over and pulled out the spikes in the zombie's eye sockets.

Andrew was right, he gave me a practical self-defense tool.

"Looks like I underestimated you before."

Suddenly, a man's low and hoarse voice sounded beside him.

I turned around alertly and saw a figure shrouded in the shadows in front of the iron cabinet.

When did he show up......

With a cold face clenching the blood-stained spikes, I took a defensive step back.

"I thought you were just a little girl following Andrew, but I didn't expect you to have such a side."

His hoarse voice was like a rusty machine, with a slight wear and tear sound.

"I wouldn't mind killing you with that side too." I kept my voice calm and on guard.

The man chuckled and took a slight step forward.

The light from the skylight illuminated his black hat and white sideburns.

"Oh? I'm looking forward to it. ”

James said, raising his hand towards me.

I squinted slightly and saw the black pistol in his hand aimed at my heart.

"James, give me a reason why you're going to kill me." I clenched my fists.

"Every participant in the game could be a sacrifice." He said sensibly, his voice without a hint of emotion.

"I'm not a sacrifice."

"Unfortunately, my gut tells me not to trust any participant." James said calmly.

I bit my lower lip.

At this moment, this man with gray sideburns faded away from his original gentleness and calmness, and in order to survive, he chose to kill.

Cut to the chase.

Kill every participant you come across.

There will always be one that is a sacrifice.

He was also lucky.

I am the sacrifice of this round of heavenly punishment.

Instinctively, I took a step back.

"James, do you really believe in the rules of the Inquisitor's game?"

"I didn't believe it at first, until he let it all start again in another time and space, and the zombies broke out again, I believed that the rules of the game could not be violated."

"You'll regret it."

“…… How to say. ”

"The Inquisitor did not say that he could kill participants other than the sacrifice."

"He didn't say no."

"Hmph." A soft grunt of disdain sounded behind James.

James turned his head in surprise and saw Andrew standing behind him at some point, and the gun in Andrew's hand was facing him.

"I think so too." Andrew added nonchalantly, "Then start with you." ”