Spacious streets stretch straight through the city of millions of people. In one corner of the street, there are cars stranded here. Some crashed together, some rubbed to the side, some shattered blood-colored windows, and some flipped their bellies. From time to time, a few crows flew down on the roof of the car, which had been burned by the fire, and then looked, left or right, with a pair of red eyes and a red beak, making a quacking sound, stabbing all the place, precipitating a vast expanse of dead air!

Cars dot the streets in a row, and the crowds of people who wander through them are still sleepless. The crowd didn't seem to have any rules to speak of, mostly walking, strolling, wandering with their heads down, as if they were a little careless. Occasionally, someone touched the sound of the iron box rubbing the ground, "Boring and rotting." The sound did not attract anyone's attention or interest, until the crow caught his eye, saw the man near, and flew away into the distance.

It was gloomy and quiet. The gloomy sky set off the wandering crowd, everyone's body, dress, face, hair and skin are almost a dark and gray color, but their faces, expressions, and the occasional color of attack make people have to look at the world here again, and the new order here. On both sides of the street here, the high is three floors, the low is two floors, most of them are different kinds of merchants, but at this time they all seem to be broken, slanted signs, broken glass, large holes and small holes, and occasionally you can see a blood-colored and vicious face inside.

A cloudy wind drifted by, whipping up dust from the ground. Waste paper, plastic bags, and dust spread all over the hair and skin of the body in the crowd, making them thicker, heavier, and more terrifying. Waste paper, plastic bags, and small bushes that make a noise with brushes seem to be noisy at this time, this noise. But the noise came out with an almost breathless smell. A city with a population of one million is deeply depressed in such an atmosphere. The splendor and the magnificence seem to be far away. Now the gloomy sky was shrouded in a strange cloud-like silence.

On a three-story building next to the street, there is a glass window that overlooks the street scene. The glass windows are brown in color, as if they have not been opened in a long time. At this time, inside the glass window, a shutter was closed. It's just that. A page of blinds. But he was picked up by his fingers. And a pair of sharp eyes were revealed! The eyes also looked at the streets, and then at the black, dilapidated high-rise buildings that stood in the distance, burned by the flames. After looking at the gloomy gray sky, I closed my eyes. The blinds then closed, restoring their instinct to shield themselves from the outside world.

At this time, the outside world was ruled by another human being, and the number of millions had been scattered in all corners of the city. They don't seem to need a break, they seem to be growing up on walks. They hold the right of another person to live, and they also hold the truth of the establishment of order. They rendered everything here and stained everything here red with blood. It's rare to see another living creature. They seem to refer to another living creature as "food." Another living creature called them "zombies." ”

“food。” It seems that there are fewer and fewer of them, and "zombies." "Those who seek seem to have been disheartened, they wander here, stand here, seem to wander, and seek, keep, enjoy, chase the right, and the taste of freedom. They were not afraid, nor sad, nor did they tremble, but they showed murderous aura, and the height and cohesion of the group, simply swore an oath of their strength and the new race that had risen on the earth.

The man who was stirring the shutters in the brown glass windows of the three-story building, after looking at the outside environment, immediately sat down in the boss's chair behind him. He wears a blue checkered half-sleeved shirt, black trousers, and a brand-new belt around his waist. On one side of the belt, a holster for a pistol was also hung. His hair was short, and he looked like a bald man who had just grown a little new hair. This person has a pair of round eyes, and now these round eyes are almost like tiger eyes, and there seems to be no timid element in them.

And this person is the food in the eyes of those zombies outside. ……

This person's real name is Zhang Xiaodao, but now he is called "National Teacher Knife" by his only companion. "It's called a lot, and it's a little more concise, and it simply becomes a "national teacher." Zhang Xiaodao couldn't accept his newly-acquired nickname at first, but as he called more, everything went naturally. In such an environment, he seems to think that what is called, maybe when, will not fall and self-extinguish, like a meteor that cuts through the evening sky, but sooner or later, sooner or later, sooner or later.

Guoshi Dao sat on the boss's chair behind him, leaned back steadily, put his legs on the desk in front of him, muttered his head with his hands, and then closed his eyes and rested. After a while, he lit a cigarette again, and as the smoke rose, his mood infected by the outside environment gradually calmed down into the wandering in his heart.

This is a KTV office. The plants in the room, which seemed to be very drought tolerant, still retained a crisp green color, but were covered with dust, as if they were dusty for their own color. The room is not too big, but it is relatively comfortable and harmonious, but the tranquility here smells like a needle on the ground. In the cabinet next to it, there are still some drinks. The room is very dark, and with the cleanliness and wine here, the national teacher knife occasionally comes here to relax and occasionally have a drink.

The national teacher knife closed his eyes and closed the melancholy in his heart. Xiao Baolan and Tian Yinsi have disappeared. There is almost a lifeless tranquility in the world outside the world, and the world world doesn't know where the road is still going, he doesn't know where the road should go to find them, find them, it's just a fluke in the dazed, come here, stay here, want to find familiar voices. However, I was just at a loss, and there was still an irrepressible longing.

Things have changed, in the depths of the environment, the national teacher sword has strengthened the belief that they are all alive, and the four people who have entered the legendary journey will never die so easily. Looking back on the legendary journey, it is simply the greatest invention that the national master knife has ever seen, it is a living textbook, allowing you to climb to the peak and see the scenery that you have never appreciated. After such an experience, surrounded by a sea of millions of corpses in the depths, the heart of the national teacher felt unprecedented loneliness and loneliness. Invisibly, his only companion, Han Qingfang, has become the most precious thing and person he can still have now!

Time has come for a long time, the disappearance of friends, loneliness slowly occupied the heart of the national teacher, he felt that he once had this thing deeply, but this loneliness in the vast sea of corpses, like a cold hedgehog, buried deep in his heart, I don't know when the Tao will sting himself deeply, and freeze himself almost crazy, crazy. Everything is not terrible, but what is terrible is this hedgehog that cannot be driven away! Occupy yourself, eat yourself. It penetrates every cell in the body, tormenting the blood that is still flowing in itself.

Han Qingfang's existence made the national master knife feel very comforted, and the two came here together, occupied this place, and stopped here, ready to find Xiao Baolan and Tian Yinsi's luck in this city. Accidentally thought that if Han Qingfang also disappeared, the national teacher knife suddenly felt that in his mind, it was almost a pale confusion, if even Han Qingfang was missing? How should I live? What is it for living? Can you withstand such a torment to the point of geometry? All this seems to be a confusion in the paleness, unable to discern the direction, or hesitant to discern the direction.

The sky is getting darker and the time is flowing now. The national teacher Daozi pondered here, and the biggest hope in his heart was to be able to find Xiao Baolan. I didn't bother about anything, I just wanted to, very simply, simply just want to talk, or see what she looked like. The longing is almost heartbreaking, but at the same time of pain, it also rises the hope of stubbornness. Once the flame of hope burns, it infuses him with the vitality that can withstand everything. Concern is a line, but it is also the force of the footsteps. ……

This KTV is very closed and safe, and the gate outside has been locked by the national teacher's knife. The upper and lower floors are divided into three floors, and there is also a high-end private room underground. There are also a lot of drinks and goods here. The two of them have already cleaned up the zombies here. It's just that there is no electricity here yet. There are not many rooms with glass, most of them are on the third floor, and at this time, Guoshi Dao and Han Qingfang both live on the third floor. The reason why Han Qingfang called Zhang Xiaodao a national teacher knife is that in her eyes, she has experienced so many things, and the previous thief who could smoke sheep and escape crazy has changed too much! And Zhang Xiaodao also hit back at Han Qingfang's nickname, called Workers, Peasants and Soldiers, the first time I met her, she had a big white leg and a big iron strip and looked at her, which was really unforgettable.

The two were in the same room at this time, although they were partners, but the two did not get along because of this. The national teacher knife was alone in the manager's office at this time, while Han Qingfang was alone in a large closed private room next to him.

The enclosed large private room is very comfortable, and there are large leather sofas on all sides. It's just that it's dark, but there's a red candle lit. On the table were a dozen wines, dried fruits, and a gun. Han Qingfang was drinking wine at this time while looking at the photos of his family on his phone. The candle shed tears, and Han Qingfang also flowed. When she couldn't hold herself, Han Qingfang leaned on the sofa and cried angrily!

After a long time, Han Qingfang sat up, picked up the pistol on the table, smiled, and seemed to be very self-deprecating, and after a while, she shoved the muzzle of the gun into her mouth...... (To be continued......)