Between the two buildings is an open space no more than ten meters wide, with some weeds.

When the puppy ran closer, he barked in a low voice, not daring to go over.

Wu Zhen raised his hand to signal safety and walked over slowly.

The weeds in the clearing grew vigorously, and for months, no one had weeded them, for sure, zombies would not come to weed, and it was impossible for a living person to have the leisure and courage to do such a boring thing.

After walking in, Wu Zhen smelled a burst of blood, it had been so long, the blood was still very strong, and there was a trace of fragrance hidden in the blood.

Picking ~ opening the weeds half a person deep, Wu Zhen saw a fairly clean skeleton, this is the skeleton of a dog, and the remaining meat on it has become dry and hard.

The meat is clean except for dried bloodstains, no maggots, mosquitoes or anything like that.

Odd.

Wu Zhen couldn't understand that it was normal for a dog to be eaten clean, but why there were no mosquitoes, meat maggots, and many corpses had been seen on the road. The bones, I had never seen anything like this, it was so unusual, and when I turned around, I saw the puppy with a wary look. Could it be that mosquitoes, like puppies, are afraid of this kind of thing?

The taste here is a little familiar, bloody, fragrant? Wu Zhen's heart was shocked, at this time, he really wanted to take out the blood paper and pair it, but he still held back this thought, he didn't want Xi to see too many things.

"Let's go! Puppy. ”

Wu Zhen beckoned gently, and his face turned back as usual, without any change.

On the roof of a building a few kilometers away, Xi Zheng, who was holding the gun on his shoulder, stared at Wu Zhen intently, he occasionally moved his body slightly, observing the situation around Wu Zhen through the scope, his expression was very serious, as a sniper, after taking the sniper rifle, this was the posture he was most accustomed to.

Within a few seconds, the puppy recovered from its fright and jumped up and down to the second building.

After stepping up the stairs, Wu Zhen stretched out a finger, pointed to the sky, and drew a circle.

After Wu Zhen and the puppy disappeared from sight, Xi moved the barrel of the gun and glanced around the door of the building.

After walking into the stairs, without the sun's rays, Wu Zhen felt more and more cold around him, and he didn't know if it was a psychological effect.

Zhang Xin's residence is on the fourth floor.

Wu Zhen was extremely concentrated, walking very slowly and steadily, he didn't dare to step on a small piece of wood on the stairs, for fear of making a sound, at this moment, he waited for a long time, although the result may still be disappointed, but no matter what, nothing can go wrong.

It's on the third floor.

Along the way, Wu Zhen didn't find anything abnormal, except for the coldness that gradually worsened in his heart.

It's time to get to the fourth floor.

Wu Zhen clenched his fists, walked the last staircase, looked around, and slowly approached the rooms in the middle.

The door of the first room was closed, and there was no abnormality, and the door of the second room was empty, and Wu Zhen stood there, his nose moved slightly, and there was no abnormality.

In the third room, the door was tightly closed.

Here it is.

Wu Zhen put his hand on it, but unexpectedly, as soon as his hand touched the door, it opened.

The door was only half open.

Wu Zhen didn't go in, spread out his hand, there were a few small pieces of red fine powder on it, took it to the tip of his nose and smelled it, blood and fragrance.

This is blood, dried blood.

The door was dark red, and ordinary people couldn't see the blood of the same color on it, but Wu Zhen was no longer an ordinary person.

There was a red bloody handprint on the place of the door lock, and the one had sunk slightly by less than a millimeter, leaving a shallow handprint.

Wu Zhen walked in gently, and when he was about to close the door, he saw the back of the door, the door lock was gone, and a piece of wood was missing from the original location of the door lock, revealing the white wooden core inside. It dawned on him that when someone came in, he shook the lock on the dead door with this force.

Who is this person? Zhang Xin? Or someone else?

Wu Zhen's mind was a mess, just looking for someone, why is it so complicated, whether life or death is a multiple-choice question, and it is not a math problem with hundreds of steps.

The door opened again, and Wu Zhen poked his head out and beckoned to the puppy.

The puppy sat outside the door, shook his head, and didn't go in.

Inside the house.

Wu Zhen saw the door lock on the ground, the copper door lock seemed to be intact, but the core inside was broken.

The room is very small, there is no living room, there is a small bed when you enter the door, there is a gas jar and a gas stove not far from the bed, this is the bedroom and kitchen, no matter how simple it is, the toilet and the bedroom will not be built together, so, there is also a toilet, which can also be called a bath ~ room.

Wu Zhen noticed that the blood clots on the ground were very inconspicuous, some were very small, some were very large, and they had dried up.

Gradually approaching the toilet, Wu Zhen became nervous in his heart, and that cold feeling also hit his heart, making him irritable and wanting to go crazy.

The toilet door was not closed, it was wide open.

As he walked in, a maddening smell of Wu Zhen's familiarity permeated the air and rushed into his nose.

The closer you go, the stronger the smell becomes, and the smell of blood mixed with fragrance will never be forgotten.

Poof!

Wu Zhen sat on the ground, as if he was paralyzed, soft~ as if all his bones had been drained.

The small toilet was covered with blood, and although it had dried, it was still shocking, from the sink to the toilet to the floor, as if it had been painted with blood. There is a thick layer of blood clots. Take this out. The amount of blood, even a cow died.

"What the hell is wrong?"

Wu Zhen muttered to himself, tears flowed down his face as he spoke.

Tick! Tick!

Tears ran down her cheeks and jaws, falling to the ground one by one, and being shattered.

Wu Zhen stood up numbly, walked in, and saw a blood-colored handprint on the makeup mirror on the sink.

He raised his hand, printed it, looked at the haggard appearance of the person in the mirror, and smiled bitterly.

With a spread of his left hand, the blood paper popped out, and the moment it came out, it seemed to be inexplicably attracted, falling from Wu Zhen's hand and falling in the center of the dried blood clot.

Outside the door, the puppy's nose moved, and its furry legs flicked, and it landed farther away from the door.

Wu Zhen wiped away his tears and stared at the bloody paper on the ground, unable to believe what was happening in front of him.

On the ground, the blood paper seemed to have vitality, moved slightly, and then, it wriggled even more, like a worm.

The dried blood on the ground turned into powder, gathered towards the blood paper, and rushed up one after another, as if seeing my parents, it lasted for half a minute, and there was no trace of blood on the ground, and it became much cleaner.

Before it was over, the blood paper continued to squirm, and at this time, Wu Zhen noticed that the blood stains on the mirror were moving, slowly downward, and he took his hand away and let them go.

The handprints on the mirror were distorted, and when they were about to leave the mirror, they were already a small handful of red fine ash.

The blood meal fell from the lower end of the mirror, and bounced after landing, like a bouncy ball, quite spiritual, the ball-shaped blood meal rolled onto the blood paper and then dispersed, and the blood powder slowly melted into the blood paper, and after a while, there was only a piece of blood paper lying quietly in place, looking at its color, it seemed to be darker.

Wu Zhen picked up the blood paper, looked at the toilet again, there was no blood left, and when he walked out of the toilet, he saw that the blood clots on the floor outside had also disappeared, and they were all melted into the blood paper just now.

What the hell is this thing? Blood paper that can suck blood?

Wu Zhen fell into doubt, and suddenly felt that he was approaching a big mystery.