He needs to think about it calmly, this finger presses, the facts caused can never be changed, he doesn't want such a disaster to happen to his compatriots, Xiao 7's suggestion is a good choice, but human life is human life after all, not cockroaches. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In fact, Yan Zhen's final choice is beyond doubt, he just needs time to convince himself to start, the lower limit of people will be constantly lowered, and he is standing at a critical point.

Xiao 7 sat back in the office chair, crossed Erlang's legs, and glanced at Yan Zhen from time to time who lowered his head and 'interacted intimately' with the mobile phone screen.

The human emotions that are slowly growing in its body are affecting its emotions, killing is its nature, but now Yan Zhen's compassion for life has made it feel a little moved, but this trace of emotion is not for the ninety million lives that are about to disappear, but for Yan Zhen, he is not happy, and it is not happy.

Yan Zhen made up his mind and was not in a hurry to write, he simulated the context of the story in his mind, for example, the moon affects the tides, the tides cause a tsunami, and the tsunami causes an earthquake in the island country......

The brain hole seems to be a bit big, he shook his head, abandoning this setting, the park requires logic and rationality for each submitted story, which not only requires the writers to have imagination, but also enough knowledge!

The book was only used when it was used, and now Yan Zhen felt that his lack of scientific knowledge had directly affected his murder plan.

Yes, he wanted to write Paradise in addition to completing the mission, and it was better to take it by surprise.

However, apparently his knowledge was not enough for him to write the perfect assassination plan.

Little 7 uses the computer in the duty room to post on the Internet, the park bar has been blocked, the major websites have not updated the content for a few days, the network is open, but the people who maintain it are gone.

It logged into Yan Zhen's account, browsed the abandoned website, and found no useful information, but there was a private message in the private mailbox that was sent a few days ago.

The content of the private message is simple, a string of numbers.

"You have a private message, and the other party sent you a string of numbers."

"What number?"

"Phone number?"

The duty room is a small place, Yan Zhen can see the computer screen without going down to the ground, there is a long list of numbers, it is definitely not a phone number.

After reading it a few times, he suddenly sighed, the first six digits of this string of numbers are his birthday, the last six digits are his father's birthday, only the middle nine digits are meaningless, maybe meaningful, but he doesn't know yet.

These nine numbers are said to be telephones, the area code in front of the landline does not match, and the mobile phone number does not have nine digits.

Password? The person who sent him this string of numbers knew the birthdays of their father and son, and should have known or understood them, but in their family's social circles, there was no such person at all who used a password to transmit information.

"My dad could be in danger!"

"No, your father may have been rescued. Do you think that it is necessary to protect the corpse with such a careful and secret message to you? I'll let you know directly! ”

"That's right."

"You can complete the task with peace of mind, and leave the password to me."

"Okay." Yan Zhen thinks that it is too light to say thank you between him and Xiao 7 now, and there will always be an opportunity to repay it with actions in the future.

Just after five o'clock in the morning the next day, Yan Zhen was woken up from his sleep by Xiao 7, who pointed to the monitor and said:

"There's someone at the door."

Yan Zhen was not fully awake yet, and when he heard the 'person', he instinctively thought it was a crazy mutant, and jumped directly from the bed to put on his shoes.

"Normal people." Little 7 added.

In the footage of the main entrance, several people are standing outside the tin gate of the factory, and one person is trying to climb through the door.

Yan Zhen put on his coat, didn't take a weapon and only took Xiao 7 out of the duty room, there were women and children outside, and there were only two men, if they had bad intentions, Xiao 7 would be more than enough to deal with them alone.

"What's the matter with you?" Yan Zhen stood inside the gate, looking at the man riding on the iron gate.

The man, apparently not expecting someone in the yard, was startled and almost fell off the door.

"We escaped from the city center, we want to hide here, there are crazy people and zombies everywhere, let's go in and take refuge."

"You go down first, I'll open the door." Yan Zhen said.

When the man heard this, he immediately climbed down from the door, Yan Zhen opened the door, and the faces and bodies of several people outside the door were not clean, and they looked like they had really escaped after all difficulties.

"There's a staff dormitory over there, you feel free." The factory is not his, and as long as there is peace, he does not mind sharing the territory.

The man who opened the door was about thirty years old, flexible and vigorous, shaved and honest, he smiled gratefully at Yan Zhen, and helped an old man with white hair and a bent waist into the factory.

There was also a woman holding a child in their group, two female students, and a middle-aged man leading a child.

The fact that their team was able to escape from the city center is probably due to these two people.

Yan Zhen's eyes looked at the inch-headed man, he felt that the combat power of this person alone was probably more than the sum of the others.

These people came in and went straight to the staff dormitory, and the woman and middle-aged man with the child targeted the factory's canteen, and the rice and noodles in the canteen Yan Zhen did not move.

After settling the old and weak women and children, the inch-headed man and the middle-aged man carried a bowl of noodle soup to the duty room, there were no vegetables, the noodle soup was cooked with potatoes as a side dish, but it smelled particularly fragrant, and eighty percent of it was made by the woman holding the child in the team.

Yan Zhen knew that they would come, everyone lived together, and they always had to understand each other, and one person occupied the entire factory, and he didn't suffer any injuries, and he survived alone in this city, and the other party must have regarded him as a strongman with super high combat effectiveness.

"Little brother, thank you for letting us in, my name is Wei Dongcheng." The inch-headed man took the initiative to stretch out his hand and shake Yan Zhen.

"Yes, thank you, I'm Sun Guobin." The middle-aged man who led the little girl also thanked him politely.

"It's okay, it's not easy for everyone, my name is Yan Zhen." Yan Zhen smiled politely and reported his name.

After briefly introducing themselves, Sun Guobin began to talk about their experience, he and Wei Dongcheng are from Lingshi, and it can be said that they watched Lingshi become a purgatory on earth.

It turned out that long before Yan Zhen and Bao Bo entered the city, there had already been incidents of people with high fevers in Ling City, and the hospital was overcrowded, reported to the senior department, and sent an expert medical team.

But after checking and checking, it was impossible to find out the cause of the high fever of a large number of citizens, and later even the experts fell ill.

The city government has requisitioned certain institutions as temporary medical facilities, and the number of people who can fall into a coma with a high fever is increasing every day, mostly the elderly and children.