"Everyone thought it was a new type of flu or something, and the number of patients was hidden from above, and the citizens didn't know how serious it was. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Sun Guobin sighed.

"I took a special leave to come back to take care of my dad, and he was just one of my relatives, I really didn't expect it to be like this at the time." Wei Dongcheng said with emotion.

"Your father also has a fever?" Yan Zhen's expression was solemn.

"Oh don't worry, he burned for three days, and now he's fine." Wei Dongcheng hurriedly explained, and then said frankly: "I won't tell you anything, I also burned it for two days, and then I got better." ”

"Me and my daughter, too." Sun Guobin said in a somewhat sad tone: "I work in the capital, after the death of my lover, the child has been living in her grandmother's house, a few days ago the child and her grandmother were sick, I asked for leave to come back to take care of them, but the patient was not well, I also burned for a day and a night, now I and my daughter are fine, but my mother-in-law did not survive......"

"Someone died from a high fever?" Yan Zhen asked.

"The old and the weak, quite a few people died." Wei Dongcheng said with a gloomy expression.

This is the logic of the Lingshi disaster writer?

Yan Zhen pondered for a moment, and as far as he knew, a high fever would bring three outcomes to people, one: death; Two: Mutation and madness; Three: self-healing.

The Disaster Writer did not write all the people in Ling City to death, which may have been limited by the Paradise, which requires the Writer to leave 10% of the survivors in each Slaughter Quest Paradise.

Could these normal living people be of any other use?

Thinking of this, Yan Zhen frowned, he was also one of the self-healing people, and he couldn't guess Paradise's next move.

The three of them chatted for a while, Wei Dongcheng heard that there was also a disaster in T City, and he was not as surprised as Sun Guobin, Yan Zhen was a little suspicious, Wei Dongcheng might know some inside information.

Yan Zhen confessed to them that he wanted to go back to his hometown and walk all the way from T City to Ling City, Sun Guobin felt admired after hearing this, and at the same time, he also had some thoughts of going north with him.

Sun Guobin and his five-year-old daughter are going through a city full of viruses or monsters, which is tantamount to suicide, but if you go north, it is a good idea to flee towards a less populated place.

Wei Dongcheng's mind was also active, he originally wanted to take his father to the west, the northwest is vast and there are few people, but it is indeed unrealistic to take the elderly in their seventies to walk so far, and to pass through the densely populated area where disasters are piled up.

The three of them had their own thoughts, Sun Guobin and Wei Dongcheng inquired a few more words, then said goodbye and went back to the dormitory, and Bacheng discussed with others what to do next.

"You're going to go with them?" Xiao 7 waited for the two to leave before asking.

"I think Wei Dongcheng knows something, he is good, and he said that he deliberately asked for leave to go home, it may be a soldier, I want to know what is going on outside now, the whole country is in chaos."

"Hey~ There are outsiders, I have to pretend to be dead again, annoying!"

"Don't worry, I won't let anyone hurt you."

"Hey~ human beings, heavy feelings, really troublesome."

Yan Zhen smiled helplessly, people are selfish, when they don't harm their own interests, it's easy to lend a hand, but when it comes to a conflict of interest, I'm afraid he is not so kind.

The group of people who lived in the dormitory was very quiet, and after Wei Dongcheng and Sun Guobin left, no one came to disturb him.

Yan Zhen nested in the duty room to write tasks after eating the noodle soup, and he didn't think about how to write the paradise to death last night.

So I concentrated on writing about the sinking of the island country due to the earthquake, and the plot should be reasonable, and as soon as I put it in, I wrote it until the afternoon, and I even forgot to eat lunch.

In the evening, Wei Dongcheng came over alone, he discussed with Yan Zhen, and everyone wanted to go north with him.

Wei Dongcheng's posture was very low, but Yan Zhen believed that if he didn't agree to go with them, this guy would definitely not give up.

He readily agreed, because he also had his own plans, and also told Wei Dongcheng that Ling City couldn't get out now, and if he wanted to leave, he had to solve this problem first.

"Ugly words are ahead, it's okay to go together, but I can only take care of myself." Yan Zhen looked directly into Wei Dongcheng's eyes and said frankly.

Wei Dongcheng was stunned for a moment, then said with a smile: "Understood." ”

When they meet each other, neither of them is obliged to pay for the other's life, and when they endanger themselves, self-protection is inevitable.

Wei Dongcheng did not have the power and qualifications to blame Yan Zhen, because if it was him, if his father was in danger with his fellow travelers, he would also give priority to rescuing his own father.

On the contrary, Yan Zhen's confession made him appreciate it very much, disaster is coming, the most direct manifestation of human nature, there is no hypocrisy, Wei Dongcheng is willing to work with such a person, at least he doesn't have to worry about the other party's mouth and belly, stabbing him in the back.

In the evening, Wei Dongcheng and Sun Guobin cleaned up the corpses in the factory, carried them into the workshop and sealed them, and their team changed into the work clothes of the factory workers, took a bath and had a full meal, and their spirits were much better than before.

At nine o'clock in the evening, Yan Zhen was lying under the quilt with his mobile phone, and he was more nervous than when he wrote the task while waiting for the results.

It's a pity that the Internet is paralyzed, the TV is also off the air, and it is impossible to see the reports of the island country.

There were no shocking scenes, and overwhelming reports, and a shocking disaster was slept by Yan Zhen.

Early the next morning, Wei Dongcheng brought him rice as usual, fragrant rice with pickles, and an omelette.

Yan Zhen took the rice bowl, his mouth couldn't stop secreting saliva, smelling the rice mixed with the aroma of fried eggs, he actually had an unreal feeling.

Wei Dongcheng just came to deliver food, didn't stay long, put down the bowl and chatted a few words before leaving, Yan Zhen opened his mobile phone after eating, and the task bar of the park showed that the task had been completed.

He didn't let go of his breath, and found that the content of the prompt was a little different from the past, and finally followed a special prompt:

[Of the 10% of the survivors of the island nation, some writers have landed in country Z.] ]

The so-called hundred secrets, when he was writing about the disaster, he didn't even consider that there would be writers among the 10% of the survivors, perhaps in his subconscious, the island country came out with anime, ignoring that they also have a group of people who write novels online.

Remedy?

He remembered the trap set by the Disaster Writers in town, and now was his chance to see if it was feasible to supplement the mission.

Yan Zhen typed words in the dark interface of the paradise that even he couldn't see, setting up many obstacles for these island writers who fled to country Z, if he knew that the disaster in the island country was the work of the writers of country Z, crazy revenge was inevitable.

Let's do it, kill it cleanly and thoroughly, cut the grass and eradicate the roots!

The murderous aura in the chest was extinguished by the prompt that popped up in the interface: [The task time has passed, and the content cannot be added!] ]