Led by Wayne, a black security guard, Sun Xin went to the staff-only restroom on the 10th floor. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info he didn't say much, and walked inside. At this moment, the watch on his wrist suddenly vibrated violently, and a cold mechanical sound suddenly sounded in his head.

At the same time, the security guard, as if he was worried that the suspicious Sun Xin would do something strange, grabbed the door that was about to close and quickly followed in.

The door decorated with simplicity squeaked slightly, but Wayne, who followed in, could no longer see Sun Xin's figure, he cautiously touched his waist, slowly walked into the toilet, and asked softly, "Sir, where are you?" Mr? ”

At this time, there was a sudden knock on the door from one of the closed toilet compartments, and Sun Xin replied in a feeble voice: "I'm here, Mr. Security, don't worry, I have to at least empty the contents of my stomach before I have time to destroy your employee toilets, and I have to be willing to destroy them." ”

"You know, sir, it's a job necessity, and I have to comply with my boss's requirements." Wayne's hand was lowered from his waist, and he seemed embarrassed by his overly obvious vigilance, and after a few dry laughs, he walked to the side of the urinal, pulled the zipper to the end, and then squinted and said, "I don't want to show disrespect to you either, but Mr. Joe has wanted to fire me for a long time, so, well, you know, I can't ......"

Before he could finish speaking, Vann found himself squirting a large amount of bright red liquid from his carotid artery, which stained his upper security uniform, and sprayed the snow-white urinal with a layer of fishy liquid - blood, no doubt.

Vane tried to hold his hand to the wound on his neck in horror, but it was clearly to no avail, and blood still spurted from between his fingers and fell to the ground like a downpour. Suddenly, the entire bathroom was filled with the smell of rusty blood, but Wayne couldn't smell it anymore—not only blood, but also the air and other smells, and he would never smell it.

With a squeak, Sun Xin stepped on the blood that still had body temperature, and held a knife stolen from the food cart in his hand, this knife was very sharp, it should be the knife used when cutting meat. It is precisely because of this that Sun Xin will risk being exposed to steal it too, and change his plans because of the success of stealing.

In order to live.

Sun Xin's hand holding the knife was very steady, but his invisible heart was not. He pulled out a clean handkerchief from his right pocket, wiped away the blood that had splashed on his face with an ugly face, and put it away. Then he again said calmly in his heart:

I'm just trying to live. That's all, for no other reason than I just want to live.

Vaughan, the black security guard, was still twitching, but he was dead, no one could survive with half of his neck slit, and the convulsions were nothing more than some residual reaction after death. He was dead, a deep wound in his neck from a sharp and fast knife, and he couldn't possibly be alive.

"You can." Sun Xin whispered to himself, "Hurry up...... Before someone comes in...... What do you need to do......"

You can do it. Sun told himself repeatedly.

Gritting his teeth, he crouched down and quickly pulled a pistol from the holster at Wayne's waist. He was not a military enthusiast and could not tell what model and caliber it was, but it didn't matter. For Sun Xin, as long as the gun still has bullets, it is enough.

As long as there were bullets, his plan could continue.

After searching carefully with both hands for a few more moments, he pulled out a stun gun and a key with a smooth round sleeve attached to it from Wayne in quick succession. Sun Xin put away these things, although the stun gun is useless against zombies, but it is very effective against humans.

He withdrew from the magazine and began to check if the pistol still had bullets.

Of course, the target of this pistol is still people. Sun Xin knew that he was not a sharpshooter, and he also knew that if he wanted to survive in Los Angeles, where zombies were infested, it would probably be easier for him to collapse with one shot.

The thought flashed in his heart, Sun Xin seriously clenched the pistol, raised his hand, opened the safe, and simulated shooting into the air. This was repeated four times, and when he believed that he could hit the target from a distance of one to two meters, he carefully put away his gun and walked towards the door.

After holding the doorknob, Sun Xin tightened, and then looked back at the things behind him with a complicated expression.

In this space of only ten square meters, Wayne lay calmly on the floor, his eyes widened, his pupils staring blankly at the ceiling, he was dead, but Sun Xin felt that he was still watching himself, with his godless eyes, staring at himself who had taken his life.

It's illogical.

Sun Xin wiped his dry lips with the back of his hand, repeatedly told himself that he was dead, and pulled the door open and walked out of here. He had to get out of here, time was running out, he couldn't let this strange thought affect him, if he wanted to live.

However, until he left the toilet and stood in the hallway, Sun Xin's head kept thinking about what Wayne would look like after his death, and the dull face lingered in his mind, as if someone had deliberately imprinted this image in his head.

No one can influence my head. Sun Xin looked coldly at the dark carpet under his feet, with dark red flowers on top of it, like blood flowers—but it was just a dye, and Sun Xin knew that he couldn't think of blood flowers because of this, but it was, and it made him feel horrified.

Just when Sun Xin subconsciously clenched his fists, a flat female voice suddenly came from beside him: "What are you doing?" ”

It's Emma.

Sun Xin had to admit that he was so startled that he almost took the pistol out of his pocket and shot at her. He shouldn't have been so cowardly, but in his head, it was as if a slight voice was tempting him to shoot the men—perhaps just a hallucination from being too nervous, all just fantasies.

Amusing. Could he Sun Xin have been influenced by his own fantasies?

Sun Xin wiped the blood splashed on his cheek with the back of his hand, and said calmly: "No matter what I do, I am here to survive." Do you think you can survive for six days by standing on the top floor like them? Use your head before you speak, and maybe you won't ask. ”

"You have an issue with me?" Standing near the toilet with the other two, Emma looked at Sun Xin coldly and said unhappily: "I don't know why you're so sensitive, but I'm just worried about your emotional condition." ”

Sun Xin said expressionlessly: "My condition is very good, very good, it has never been so good. ”

After saying that, he tapped his watch with his finger, and the sixteen people in this game should have received the information just now, which is why he made up his mind to kill the black security guard, only to see that it was written on the surface: "Everyone, the game will officially start in 360 seconds, and the citizens of Los Angeles will be randomly zombieized at that time." ”

"I'm not interested in wasting any more time." Sun Xin ignored Emma, who wanted to reply, and walked towards the location of the security room in his memory, and added, "If you want to talk nonsense, you can continue." ”

Dong Yong looked back at Emma, whose face was quite ugly, and pulled the corners of his mouth gloatingly, his eyes revealing obvious mockery, and then quickly followed Sun Xin, who was in the lead.

As for Xiao Bin, this guy had never spoken to anyone other than Sun Xin at all, and at this time he didn't even look at Emma, and he had already followed Sun Xin's steps as soon as he took his steps.

In the toilet, he must have done something. Emma looked down and recalled the familiar smell on Sun Xin's body just now, and then raised her eyes to look at the backs of the three people, guessing in her heart.

She thought about it, and didn't catch up with the three of them, but turned to look at the door of the men's toilet beside her, and gently pushed it open, the door creaked, and the next moment, a strong smell suddenly poured out from the exposed gap.

Emma, who was familiar with the smell, had already thought of something, but she still peeked in to see it—as she had expected, the smell of blood would not come out of nowhere, just as black security guards would not suddenly disappear.

After a few more nostalgic glances at the beautiful picture in the toilet, she took another deep breath of rust-filled air and retreated contentedly.

At this time, she looked at Sun Xin, who had already walked around the corner, and suddenly understood why that guy was so much more pleasing to the eye than anyone else, and finally understood why she found a familiar feeling in him.

A fleeting smile spread across her face as she hurried to catch up with the three of them.

Finally met a member of the same kind, and she didn't want to let him go easily.