The car drove into the downtown area of Zhoushi, and there was still no one on the street, but it was not as chaotic as Ling City and Yang City, and everything was still in order. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

He walked to three supermarkets in a row, and all the things in them were emptied, and there were no seasonings left, which showed that the situation in Zhou City was better than that of Ling City and Yang City, at least people needed to eat and drink, which meant that they were still alive.

After walking a few streets, Yan Zhen discovered a strange thing, some of the windows of residential buildings facing the street were covered with thick curtains, some were stacked with bricks layer by layer, and some were nailed with wooden boards.

traveled unhindered all the way until he came out of the radio station building, and in the face of a group of soldiers with guns, Yan Zhen's mood was very complicated.

He was not afraid, and almost clapped his hands and cheered, and there was still a city with an army, which might have maintained communication with the outside world.

Accepted a routine check, Yan Zhen really couldn't find anything special, the mobile phone was hidden in Xiao 7's body before entering the market, he was worried that the writer he met here would be recognized, and the people who still have the mobile phone now are nine times out of ten writers.

Caution allowed him to avoid the army's scrutiny, and he always carried his wallet with him, which did not contain much money, but his ID card and driver's license were there.

He confessed that the purpose of his entry into the radio station was to see if he could get news of other survivors, and the situation in T City was no longer a secret, and there were no loopholes in his statement.

Among the several soldiers who surrounded him, there was a non-commissioned officer, who told Yan Zhen that Zhoushi was not in danger during the day, and that he must stay in the house after dark, seal the gaps between the doors and windows with duct tape, and never go out.

If you want to find anything by yourself, the shopping malls are all closed, and the citizens dare not come out during the day because they are afraid.

Yan Zhen asked this person what danger there would be at night in Zhoushi, but this person was secretive about it, and told Yan Zhen not to ask, just passing by, and leave quickly after a night's rest.

The military has an independent communication channel, and Yan Zhen was afraid of missing this opportunity, so he hurriedly asked the last question: "Are there any survivors in Y City in Province H?" ”

The man shook his head and said, "We don't know a lot about it, and the only communication tool we can use now is the walkie-talkie." ”

This person said very vaguely, but Yan Zhen didn't ask if he hadn't received the news, or if his level was too low and he didn't have the right to know, in case he provoked people, it wouldn't be good for him.

The man's implication was that cell phones, landlines, and even radio stations were scrapped, not to mention satellites.

Mankind has finally returned to the era of using flying pigeons to communicate with each other!

No, Yan Zhen thought, ****** and drones, as well as helicopters, should still be usable, and no matter how bad the car is, it can still be driven, but there is no navigation.

It is estimated that the most difficult part of manually transmitting information is the danger encountered by people on the way, and if it is difficult to avoid disasters in each area, it is possible to get in touch. As he was leaving, the man suddenly turned his head and said to him, "Don't open the door if you hear any sound...... And windows. ”

The military jeep walked away, and Yan Zhen was deeply impressed by the non-commissioned officer's last words, and he thought that the other party should be a euphemistic warning to him of the possible dangers in the boat market at night.

Yan Zhen stuffed a pack of walkie-talkies and batteries in an electronic city, and the radio could not receive program information very early, but Yan Zhen just in case, even if he couldn't move the radio station, it was always no problem to move the highest-grade radio, and if he received a signal one day, the car could not be carried with him, and it was more convenient to have a radio.

It was completely dark, Yan Zhen found a two-story hotel, took a cold shower, fed his stomach, took off his exhaustion, and then lay on a clean and comfortable bed, he took out the mobile phone in Xiao 7's stomach, and the paradise still didn't give a new hint.

"Isn't it the ...... of Zhoushi," Yan Zhen muttered to himself.

"What are you muttering alone, didn't that soldier tell you to seal the gaps between the doors and windows with duct tape?"

"No, I see that some people only close the curtains, you just pull the curtains tightly."

"I'm too lazy for you!" Xiao 7 stepped on Yan Zhen with a flannel leg before jumping to pull the curtains, the windows of the hotel were plastic steel windows, which were tightly sealed, and the thick curtains were closed, and Xiao 7 jumped back on the bed.

Yan Zhen fiddled with the radio for a while, and it was full of electric current sounds, and not a single station or signal could be received, just like a car radio.

He charged his phone, the power was not cut off, he was still a little unaccustomed, smiled self-deprecatingly, and lay down to sleep.

In the middle of the night he was woken up by a slight knock at the door, and he was afraid that he had heard it wrong, so he opened his eyes and lay down and listened carefully for a while.

It was a knock on the door, but it was very light, as if he was afraid of disturbing the rest of the people inside, Yan Zhen sat up, his vigilance was not too high, because there were troops and many living people in Zhoushi, so he thought that the disaster that happened here should not be serious, and the danger was low.

"Who?" Yan Zhen asked.

The knocking on the door continued, no one answered outside the door, Yan Zhen suddenly felt that this scene was very familiar, he had been fascinated by ghost movies for a while when he was in middle school, and watched all the ghost movies from all over the world, and one of the plots was used by many ghost movies.

It's the inn, the midnight, the knock on the door and no answer!

Yan Zhen reflexively glanced at the luminous watch on his wrist, 12 o'clock in the morning, what a coincidental time, he smiled secretly.

He put on his shirt and pants, walked to the door and asked again, "Who?" ”

Dangdangdang -

Yan Zhen turned around suddenly, this time the knocking sound came from outside the window, if it was not strange that someone knocked on the door in the middle of the night, then it was very strange that someone knocked on the window in the middle of the night, and it was the hotel window on the second floor.

He walked softly to the window, and the sound outside the window was unusually clear, a little heavier than a knock on the door, but a little longer after a while.

He stood by the window, stretched out his finger and slowly lifted the edge of the curtain, there was no light in the room, the moonlight outside the window was very bright, and the soft silver light illuminated the scene under the dark night hazy and mysterious.

Under the illumination of the moonlight, Yan Zhen's gaze first fell on a pair of feet, a pair of feet wearing red high heels, the tips of which hit the window glass one by one, making a 'dang-dang-' knocking sound.

There was no need to look up, Yan Zhen's heart was already so frightened that his heart suddenly contracted, this calf was hanging down from upstairs, he could only see the position of his knees, and the upper part was all upstairs.

But Yan Zhen knew that this hotel was only two floors, and the upper floor was a rooftop, and there were no residents or a place for people to climb down, and the old house was not even equipped with guardrails.

And, if someone were going to climb down, her legs wouldn't hang limply in the air, banging on the window like a pendulum as her body shook.

Her body was blown by the wind......

Yan Zhen retracted his hand like an electric shock, he took a few steps back, but the touch of his feet made him hurriedly raise his feet and jump onto the bed, he was wearing disposable slippers from the hotel, the soles of these shoes were very thin, and the sensing of any foreign object under his feet was particularly clear.

On the ground just now, it was clear that something soft was squirming, and it felt cold and silky to the touch, crawling over the surface of his feet, leaving a strange feeling from numbness to the roots of his hair.