As the lights of the city approach, this is a city that is still alive and vibrant, full of colour and traffic, and it has an unrivalled appeal to the weary traveler after a long journey. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Yan Zhen is also eager to settle down in this lively city, enjoying fragrant food, comfortable and warm beds and hot baths.

But not on this weird train, absolutely not, he admonished himself, and jumped off the train first, rolling into the weeds by the tracks.

Bao Bo then jumped down, but he was not as lucky as Yan Zhen, and when he landed, he broke his foot and swollen a large bag at his ankle.

With the wounded can't go too far, the two found a nearby hotel to stay, and the cash that Xiao 7 collected for Yan Zhen was pulled away by the sisters, and the two could only live in a small hotel for 50 yuan a night.

Sending Bao Bo back to the room, Yan Zhen went out to buy bone-setting medicine wine and instant noodles, Bao Bo dealt with his foot injury by himself, Yan Zhen took a bath in the public bath, and when he returned to the room, he immediately wrapped his body in the quilt and sneezed a string of sneezes.

When Bao Bo came back from taking a shower with one leg jumping, the two ate instant noodles and locked the door and fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, Yan Zhen knew that he had a fever, tossing and turning, his head was dizzy and he just wanted to sleep, his stomach seemed to be unconscious, and he didn't even feel hungry.

His body was cold for a while, hot for a while, his throat was dry and smoking, and when all the discomfort passed, the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was Xiao 7's enlarged cotton face.

"Ah Zhen?" Xiao 7's voice sounded full of worry, and even his name changed, and Yan Zhen guessed that he might be a little sick this time.

"I'm fine." Yan Zhen sat up with his arms propped up, and laughed when he saw Xiao 7, who was dressed as a modern primitive.

"You're still laughing, you have a high fever of 42 degrees, and you've been burning for two days, and you're almost able to fry eggs!"

"So serious? It's raining a little, I wasn't so squeamish before, what about Bao Bo? Yan Zhen looked at the bed next door and saw that there was no one on the bed.

"I let him out, your fever has nothing to do with the rain, it's the city that has changed."

"What aberration? What happened to Bob? ”

"I don't know, I suddenly suffered a lot of despair, and when I woke up, I saw Bao Bo holding a thermos and trying to hit your head, I threw him out the door, and he ran away."

"He wants to kill me?"

"yes, phew... Luckily, I woke up in time. ”

Yan Zhen believes in Xiao 7, but he doesn't think that Bao Bo is a person who will secretly kill him, if even Bao Bo, who was saved by him, wants to kill and take his life, then he will really have no one to believe except Xiao 7 in the future.

"And then I kept watching over you, and all the people in the inn ran out, and they seemed crazy, but luckily you're okay."

Yan Zhen's room was on the second basement floor, and he had to go out if he wanted to know what was going on outside, but he could touch the clothes and pants drying in the house, the basement was not ventilated, and the damp clothes couldn't be worn at all.

"I'll take a look in another room and get you a set of clothes!" Little 7 deftly jumped off the ground and ran out to find clothes for Yan Zhen.

It was also wearing a primitive costume designed by Bao Bo himself, and Yan Zhen saw that it was alive and kicking, and his heart was steady.

He hoped that everything that Little 7 said was just a misunderstanding, and if he could find Bao Bo who ran out, he would have to confirm it himself.

The clothes that Xiao 7 found Yan Zhen were dressed very well, he took his mobile phone and wallet out of the hotel, although Xiao 7 asked him to be mentally prepared before going out, when he saw the situation outside with his own eyes, he was still chilled by the blood in his eyes.

He was the only guest in the inn, and the proprietor didn't know where to go, but outside the door was a different scene, the streets were littered with corpses and dried blood.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, judging from the wounds of the corpses, it was all violent death.

"They're crazy..."Yan Zhen saw a little girl of two or three years old being hanged on a tree, under which lay a headless female corpse, the stomach of the corpse was dug out of a large hole, and the fetus with the umbilical cord fell outside, and his spirit almost collapsed.

These are just the tip of the iceberg of this bloody and cruel city, there are no monsters, no natural disasters, and everyone is tortured and killed by the same kind around them.

Purgatory on earth, this is the only adjective that Yan Zhen can think of in his mind.

Everything that happened in this city was definitely not accidental, he could guess with his toes that Paradise had instructed it.

The writer who wrote this cruel and bloody scene is a seriously mentally ill person, a real madman!

A city that was originally vibrant, the citizens all became manic and murderous due to fever, and the city was full of dead bodies in two days.

This is no longer a desperate move to complete the task, but a perverted pleasure / feeling of enjoying the disaster.

There are a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand people, and there must be a thousand disaster scenes in the mind of an author.

Paradise gives writers the power to manipulate everything, some trying to keep their hearts, others indulging in it and losing themselves.

Yan Zhen was not sure how many madmen in the city were still killed and wanted to control, and he felt that it was not a good idea to go to the city center, so he collected some food, drink and clothes nearby, and picked up a car to leave the city.

He drove around the edge of the city, and drove out of the city in a large circle around the outermost ring, but he was not far from the city, and the shadow of the city appeared in front of him.

The road behind the car stretched for a long time, and there were no high-rise bridges, and he came out of the city, but behind him it became a wilderness, and the city behind him ran to the front.

Yan Zhen didn't believe in evil, and tried a few more times, and each time he would return the same way, which was similar to the setting of the ashes on the outskirts of the town.

He can't get out!

The front of the train turned around, and Yan Zhen drove towards the railway line when he came, and the railway station building marked with the word 'Lingshi' was very recognizable.

He parked the car in the square in front of the station, got off with Xiao 7, walked into the railway station hall, tried to ignore the dead bodies all over the ground, and came to the waiting platform of the station.

He saw the old steam train again, parked on the side of the platform, with all the doors of the wagons open.

"This car is pulling a coffin!" Yan Zhen approached a car box and found that there were neatly arranged black coffins inside.

After the implementation of the cremation policy in China, this kind of coffin is no longer seen in the city, Yan Zhen had heard the crashing sound when he climbed the train, and now he seems to know what the sound is different from the impact on the iron car box, it is the sound of hitting the wood, that is, these black coffins.

All the trunks contained coffins, and it was difficult to collect them in this amount.

"What do you mean by bringing some empty coffins into the market? Collecting corpses? And who made the moth? Xiao 7 leaned on Yan Zhen's shoulder and poked his head out and said.

"It must be the disaster writer of Ling City, these coffins were not empty originally, but the contents came out."

Everywhere he passes, he encounters a disaster, which may not be his bad luck, but it just means that disasters are everywhere.