Cactus, a very drought-tolerant plant, is also the national flower of Mexico, there are more than 2,000 species of cacti in the world, some can not be eaten as food, there is one of the purest edible cacti in the world, native to the Americas, abundant in Mexico, is a kind of food obtained after a long period of cultivation, the leaves are broad, extremely nutritious, can already be called a vegetable.

However, this is an office building, not a vegetable market, and you can't find edible cacti.

So Tang Ji can only eat cacti as ornamental plants now, he can't know all kinds of cacti, because that's what botanists do, but he usually knows that that thing can be used in medicine, and he is a master in this area.

Harvard Medical School's double master's degree, this is not only a gorgeous title, but also very practical, if it wasn't for the sudden change, he would not have left the laboratory, maybe when the end of the world broke out, he was already a doctor.

Tumbling to the edge of the bed, carefully holding on to the cabinet at the head of the bed, Don Ji moved his body and sat down on the edge of the bed, then opened the cabinet and took out a flower pot inside, in the flower pot was a cactus, the leaves were slightly wider, the thorns were few and soft, to the current Tang Ji, it looked delicious.

So...... He ate it raw, that is, he held the flower pot and bit it directly.

It is already obvious that this cactus was put in by Tang Ji before, otherwise no one would keep the cactus in the cabinet, in fact, as early as many days ago, Tang Ji put away all the edible plants he could touch in this building, saying that it was not much, but it was still very cumbersome to carry on his body, so he hid these plants and hid them in some places where no one would turn over.

In this way, everything is basically his, and he depends on these to sustain his life, just waiting for a few rains, some dark, damp and woody places where fungi can grow, or some vines and plants crawling out of some cracks in the outside of the building, these are his new food sources, and it would be better if there were some moss-like things nearby.

The city is very serious due to the drastic decline in human activity, and it is not surprising that these things grow out, everything is possible.

Cacti can be eaten raw, but the taste is unbearable, but now, no matter how unpalatable it is, you have to endure it, if you don't eat it, your body lacks nutrients, the wound recovery is slow, and the resistance is poor, so many negative factors plus the crisis in this building are enough to kill him.

To put it simply, eating cactus raw is equivalent to prolonging one's life.

After eating, Tang Ji ate some more medicines, vitamins, and anti-inflammatory tablets and the like, and then pulled the remaining cactus out of the pot, broke it into small pieces, packed it in a bag, and stuffed it into his arms.

Lying on the bed again, leaning against the head of the bed, he took off the bandage on his leg and rechecked the wound, the wound had been stitched up, and it still looked a little scary, but compared with the current situation in the world, it seemed a little unusual.

After changing the medicine once, Tang Ji bandaged it again, such a serious wound, coupled with the very foul condition of the air, he already planned to change the medicine for himself once in twelve hours.

didn't hurt the bones, Tang Ji was the most gratifying thing, he once thanked God in his heart, the destructive power of rifle bullets on the human body can already be described as terrifying, the kind of body in the movie that can be bandaged by a rifle is nonsense, the real world is even more cruel, if this shot is hit on an arm that is several times thinner than the thigh, then there is no accident, the entire arm will be knocked off.

Therefore, Tang Jicai thanked God, because the bone was not broken, from this point of view, he was lucky, very lucky, the consequences of hurting the bone and just hurting the flesh and blood are completely different, soft tissue injury, as long as it is handled properly, under normal circumstances, rest for half a month to 20 days, although it cannot be fully recovered, but freedom of movement is not a problem, but it is not a matter of strenuous exercise.

And the bone is broken, or the thigh and leg bone, and it is hit by a rifle bullet, it must be a broken fracture, and it may not be able to heal in three or four months.

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Two days later, in the middle of the night, Tang Ji limped out of the room, he was going to change places, by the way to get those edible plants, he became more careful, only at night action, and, what can be eaten raw as much as possible, eat cooked to make a fire, but also produce smell, there is a possibility of exposure, now Tang Ji once exposed, it is definitely nine deaths, compared with the original situation of strolling around the weak to kill the strong, it can not be said the same at all.

On the third day of Tang Ji's injury, at dusk, in the 36-story corridor.

The sound of rapid running and violent gasps, very chaotic, not a person, seems to be chasing, this kind of scene is the most common scene in this building in recent days, chasing, hunting, killing and eating people in order to survive.

But today, the chase seems to be a little different.

"Damn it, Baru, stop, we won't kill you, stop ......" shouted loudly, his voice was a little impatient and anxious, it was Will!

"Leave me alone, don't chase me, please, please!" The man's pleading voice, he was running frantically, trying to get rid of Will, never thinking of fighting back, because Will was not alone, but ...... Three.

Will has been chasing Balu for three floors, Balu has been running, Will said not to kill him, but he didn't believe it, what are you kidding, at this time, those who dare to believe Will's words are either neurotics or idiots, so no matter what Will says, he doesn't listen, just thinking about escaping.

"Forget it, don't chase it, he won't believe you." A woman's voice came from behind Will, and a footstep caught up with Will, stopping at Will's side, it was Monica.

Clean clothes, neat countenance, a semi-automatic rifle hanging from her waist, pistols and hunting knives on her thighs and calves, carrying a backpack, Monica is fully armed and in good spirits, she seems to have persuaded Will to change from being a prisoner to a teammate, this transformation can already be described in two words.

Click......

There was another sound of footsteps, and Sack ran in from the other direction, still with the same dead face, as if he had gone from another direction to contain Baru, but he was unsuccessful due to Will's side giving up.

"Not chasing?" Zac glanced at Monica for a moment, and then landed on Will, who wasn't going to chase Baloo alone.

"Don't chase it, damn it, forget it, let's go back." Will grumbled with one hand against the wall, gasping slightly.

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Baloo is Chinese New Year's Eve years old this year, he is not an American, but a Mexican, you can see from his appearance, but he has white American blood, his mother is white, which is one of the reasons why he can become a close confidant of Marloes, otherwise, it is impossible for an innocent Mexican to become a high-ranking American gangster, Mexicans have their own gangs in the United States, and they are very powerful.

He ran until the fortieth floor before stopping, and he couldn't hear a sound, he knew that the other party had given up the chase, and he attributed the reason for this to the fact that it was getting dark, because it was not suitable for chasing "prey" when it was dark.

His forehead was covered with sweat, but Balu had not erased it, his expression was still nervous, and after entering a financial company, he hid in the shadow of the corner of the wall, and shrunk his body as much as possible.

Panicked eyes, slightly trembling lips, clutching the whitened palm of the gun's joint...... He couldn't calm himself down, his mind was a little confused, his eyes kept glancing, it was clear that Will's chase was putting too much pressure on him.

There were many occasions when Sack and even Will could shoot him down, but they didn't do that, and the few shots they fired were just to scare and scare, just to make him stop, and they didn't know how much of an impact the chase had on Baloo.

That state of tension lasted on Balu for a long time, his body was completely soaked as if he had just been fished out of the water, and suddenly, his pupils narrowed, as if something was sounding, he quickly dropped the pistol, two hands in front of him, hands were still trembling slightly, fingers clasped in palms one by one, and then removed one by one......

"One, two, three......" he was babbling, he was counting something, he counted until seventeen, and when he stopped, he was completely stunned, his eyes were a little straight, and he looked at his palm.

"Ah......h

For half a minute, he slowly grew his mouth, his eyes widened, his mouth made a cry, he was still looking at his palms, his eyes quickly turned red, his feet were on the ground, his body trembled, and he kept leaning against the wall, as if he didn't believe that some things were true.

He suddenly quieted down, then quickly got up from the ground, his eyes quickly scanned, his whole body was in a state of nervousness, and soon, he found what he wanted, and on the desk next to him, he got paper and pen.

He sat down in the corner again, took the pen and began to write something on the paper, while muttering something in his mouth: "McCasey, Bruce...... Uni ...... Albert...... Don Ji. "He's writing people's names, one person after another, and he also writes Tang Ji's name, but at the end.

There were seventeen names in total, no himself, no Monica, and no Will and Zack.

He counted seventeen.

He refused to accept his fate, and counted again, and it was still seventeen.

He cried again, picked up his pistol and shoved the muzzle of the gun into his mouth, his voice stopped as if it was muffled, his body trembled violently, as if he couldn't breathe, and his chest rose and fell violently.

"Ah......h

He began to cry again, but the sound sounded strange because part of the gun was in his mouth, and saliva mixed with blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, pulling a silk thread, and the inside of his mouth seemed to be cut.

The cry lasted for more than ten seconds.

Bang! Gunshots!

He committed suicide.

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