The captive factory in the man's mouth is completely different from what Wang Yong described before.

Seeing is believing, and the eye-catching scene made Chen Mo understand that what Wang Yong said before, I'm afraid, was all lying to himself.

This made him inexplicably sad, but more angry.

I completely regarded Wang Yong as a friend, but I didn't expect to be deceived by him to this extent, and even the words he once said to himself now seem to be false.

A resentment slowly grew in Chen Mo's heart.

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There are many survivors in the captive factory, and there are nearly 1,000 people in the hall on the first floor alone, and there is no order here, or to put it another way, the law of the jungle is the keynote.

The inferiority of human nature is vividly displayed, and the disregard for life and the bullying of the weak are staged at any time.

Chen Mo killed one person, but it didn't attract the attention of others, and no one had any extra interest to look at this side.

It wasn't until half an hour later that a few guys in blood-red uniforms came down the stairs and carried the body away.

They didn't ask who killed someone, they didn't ask why they were killed, they didn't even linger for a second.

Chen Mo sat silently in the corner of the wall and looked at the blood-clothed crowd that disappeared at the top of the stairs, without speaking.

This is Chen Mo's first time killing people, and the strange thing is that he doesn't feel any different from killing zombies, and unconsciously, he seems to have changed a lot, and blood killing is no longer something that bothers him.

Torture and killing the same kind just to get information is something that Chen Mo couldn't think of before, but now it really works, but it doesn't seem to be so difficult, violence, although it can't solve all problems, but it can solve most of the problems.

When Chen Mo tortured and killed a man, the other party did not resist, but he was not his opponent, no matter what, Chen Mo is now a man who has killed more than a thousand corpses, and it is no longer the abandoned mansion of the past.

So the ending is Chen Mosheng, and the man dies.

From the man's mouth, Chen Mo also got a lot of useful information.

For example, the men in red who carried away the man's body should be the cleaners mentioned by the man, and they are the law enforcement teams used by mutated zombies to manage humans.

There are a total of 5 squads of cleaners, in charge of different areas according to different floors, and they are the strongest and strongest selected from the survivors, the captive factory is a five-star hotel located in the urban area, with a total of 23 floors, 1-16 floors are the habitat of humans, and the 17th floor is where the mutant zombies are, and the mutant zombies retain some of their wisdom before they were born, but they are not complete, cunning, bloodthirsty, and most of their personalities, what the man knows is that there are a total of 10 mutant zombies in the entire building, with different abilities, except for strength, In addition to the agility enhancement, there are some incredible abilities.

The survivors on the first floor, which is considered the existence of the lowest level, also have an alias, the sacrificial floor, which is selected every day for mutated zombies to eat, and it is on this floor.

Above the second floor, there are some small groups of survivors spontaneously formed on each floor, but they are not used to fight mutated zombies, but how to ensure the survival time of their small group.

This made Chen Mo inexplicably think of a story, I don't need to run faster than a tiger, I just need to run faster than you.

It's ridiculous, it's sad.

As for more news, it is gone, after all, with the identity of a man at the bottom, it is impossible to know too much.

Where there are people, there are ranks, there are three, six, nine and so on, this sentence is really not wrong.

Chen Mo sat against the wall, looking through the glass door, the outside was densely packed with zombies, although he didn't know why they didn't rush into the hall, but Chen Mo had no doubt that once he walked out, he was afraid that he would be eaten by the group of corpses, and now he vaguely guessed that Wang Yong probably didn't tell the truth to himself, here is not possible to escape with the strength of one person alone, and I don't know how Xu Dong is now? Do you know that she was arrested, will she come to save herself, and Qiu Xian at home, how can she survive as a weak woman? For a while, Chen Mo felt a little dazed.

The time was spent in Chen Mo's dazed trance, and before he knew it, the sun was already hanging obliquely in the west, the remnants of the sun were like blood, and the afterglow of the setting sun splashed into the hall from the window, reflecting on the numb cheeks of the survivors, looking mottled and desolate.

The tragic fate of being reduced to an animal, so that the eyes of these survivors flashed with a touch of desperate ashes, death is not terrible, waiting for death, is the most terrifying.

After the sun had completely disappeared from the sky, the vision began to dim, and several people came down the stairs carrying a wooden barrel, and the originally dead hall suddenly became commotion, and people rushed over.

A bowl of gruel with a few skins of vegetable leaves floating has now become a sought-after commodity, whether it is a well-dressed man or a pretty woman, they are all like beggars at the moment, pushing and scolding each other, just to fight for more vegetable leaves and rice porridge.

Even though I know that there is no hope of life, it is always good to be able to live a little longer.

There is a mentality that is not afraid of death, but fundamentally speaking, these survivors do not necessarily want to survive, otherwise they can open the glass door and walk into the crowd of corpses.

It was a few men who sent the porridge, but they were not wearing blood-colored uniforms, and they were obviously not cleaners, and if they had to install an identity, it would probably be similar to a miscellaneous worker.

But even if it is a miscellaneous person, it is obviously much better to be treated, although the clothes are ragged, but they are very clean, and there is a look of disdain on their faces, in their eyes, these people are just the lowest sacrificers, as long as they are guaranteed to live to supply the mutated zombies at the top.

Occasionally, one or two women with a decent appearance squeezed in front of the porridge bucket, and these men would rub oil on each other's bodies, and their buttocks and breasts would be enlarged, which would have a different taste to the touch.

The women's reserve is gone, in their eyes, there is only the porridge bucket in front of them, as for the crowd and the salty pig hand stretched out by the man who made the porridge, they basically turn a blind eye, and they will not lose a piece of meat when they are touched.

Looking at the chaotic situation in front of the rice porridge bucket, Chen Mo didn't have the idea of snatching food, but felt a little sad, this is his own kind.

Just when Chen Mo's thoughts were complicated, the corner of his eye inadvertently caught a glimpse of a thin body squeezed out by the crowd, and his face suddenly became a little gloomy.

The little girl obviously can't squeeze the adults, and there is no habit of respecting the old and loving the young here, everyone is crazy and squeezing to the front, and no one looks at the little girl who fell to the ground.

The little girl was also strong, and instead of crying, she got up and continued to squeeze into the crowd with a broken bowl, but was soon squeezed to the ground again.

Looking at the little girl who kept falling and getting up, Chen Mo sighed, stood up, and walked towards the crowd.

Walking in front of the little girl, Chen Mo stretched out his hand and wanted to pull her up, but unexpectedly, the little girl quickly got up from the ground like a frightened rabbit, and then took a few steps back, staring at Chen Mo vigilantly.

Looking at the little girl's dirty face, Chen Mo's heart was inexplicably sour, but he barely squeezed out a smile on his face.

"Uncle can you help you cook?"

The little girl pursed her lips, hesitated for a moment, and then handed the broken bowl with a missing mouth to Chen Mo.

Chen Mo took the rice bowl and said softly to her.

"Waiting here for my uncle!"

After speaking, Chen Mo squeezed into the crowd.

Chen Mo's strength was not small, and in the days of surviving outside, it had been greatly improved, and more importantly, most of the survivors had already grabbed the gruel and dispersed, so he quickly squeezed in front of the porridge bucket.

The porridge bucket had bottomed out, and the inside was as clean as a new bucket, which made Chen Mo stunned.

A man in charge of distributing porridge glanced at him and said coldly.

"No, please be early next time!"

Chen Mo's brows furrowed, but he didn't say anything, he looked around and walked towards a man.

The man was stout and burly, in stark contrast to the other scrawny survivors of the hall on the first floor.

The bowl in his hand was thick and sticky, and there were many vegetable leaves.

The people around him seemed to be very afraid of this man, and they all subconsciously stayed away from him, making him particularly conspicuous.

The man was eating gruel, his brows furrowed from time to time, and he seemed to be very unaccustomed.

Chen Mo walked in front of him and said lightly.

"Please give me some porridge!"

Hearing Chen Mo's words, the man stopped drinking porridge and slowly raised his head.

Looking at Chen Mo standing in front of him, a gleam flashed in his eyes, and three words came out of his mouth.

"Why?"