After churning around the house for so long, and not hearing any other movement, Wang Lu was no longer worried.

He scratched his head, looked back and forth, quickly took off his pants, and sat down.

Sitting on the toilet, I happily released my stomach.

Satisfied, I extravagantly used a thick fold of toilet paper.

Wang Lucai stood up, straightened his clothes, and released the water.

Listening to the familiar sound of water, Wang Lu never thought that using a toilet was such a cool thing!

It is no wonder that some petty bourgeois magazines used to claim that the toilet is the greatest invention of human civilization.

Wang Lu walked to the second floor in a relaxed mood.

In the corridor, it may be because I just used the bathroom, and there is a faint smell.

There are three rooms on the second floor.

Wang Lu pushed open the room closest to the corridor.

The eyes lit up.

There is a floor on the ground, although it is a laminate floor for large road goods, but it is already much more "grade" than the terrazzo floor.

Next to the hand-made half-open wardrobe is a large Simmons, and the bed frame is also covered with light brown sofa leather.

Directly opposite Simmons, on the wall, hung an LCD TV.

On the table by the window, there is also a computer.

windowsill, hung with pink curtains.

In short, be as cheesy as you want.

Wang Lu tilted his head and looked at the group photo hanging at the head of the bed - it was a wedding photo.

The woman in the photo is wearing the same eyebrows and lipstick as all the women in the wedding photo, and it is impossible to tell whether it is beautiful or ugly.

The figure is good, very breasted.

It's the son and daughter-in-law of the zombie lady in the living room downstairs.

Wang Lu rubbed his hands, a woman of the right age should be able to prepare necessities such as sanitary napkins at home.

If you live with your mother-in-law, you can't leave it in the bathroom, so you can only put it in your bedroom.

Wang Lu opened the table drawers one by one, rummaged through the wardrobe, and thought that the long and short clothes on the hanger were too obstructive, so he simply took them off and threw them on the bed.

Wang Lu's fingers suddenly touched a hard box hidden under a pile of clothes.

Wang Lu opened the clothes on it, and it was a small storage box.

Rectangular, mahogany, with a small lock hanging from it.

Wang Lu also has such a similar box at home, which is used for passbooks, bank cards and jewelry.

Wang Lu smiled dumbly, and was about to raise his hand to throw it on the ground, but stopped again.

With a hint of curiosity, Wang Lu smashed the small lock open with a jade paperweight on the desk.

Inside are some jewelry.

Gold, platinum, diamonds, pearls, rubies.

There are earrings, there are rings, there are necklaces, there are brooches, there are bracelets.

Wang Lu couldn't help laughing, grabbed a few rings and raised them to the bride who was smiling at him stiffly on the wall, she should have a husband who loves her very much.

It wasn't very valuable, like the diamond necklace, which sparkled with a lot of diamonds, but it was actually worthless diamonds, the largest of which was less than a carat.

But when her husband accompanies her to pick in the store, she must be very serious.

Maybe the two also discussed leaving the most valuable jewelry to their son as a dowry for the new daughter-in-law.

Such an idea, Wang Lu and Chen Wei also fought.

When they first got married, the two finally made up their minds to buy a diamond necklace of 9,888 yuan.

Except for the night of the wedding banquet, Chen Wei was never willing to wear it.

Wrapped in a velvet box, locked in a cassett in the wardrobe, it is said that it will be an heirloom to be passed on to his son in the future.

At that time, I didn't know whether I would have a son or a daughter in the future.

The heirloom necklace is now thrown at home, and when she was about to go out to escape, when Chen Wei opened the package, she didn't even bother to open the cassette and take a look at the passbook and jewelry inside.

Wang Lu threw the jewelry box in his hand on the bed, these things are not as important as a pack of sanitary napkins.

After crashing into the closet again and rummaging for a long time, Wang Lu finally cheered, with a silk scarf on his head, he got out, and his right hand was raised high, which was a bag of Hushu Bao.

Hushu Bao has been opened and used, but there are still a few pieces left, enough to overcome the difficulties in front of him.

Wang Lu couldn't help but lift the sanitary napkin and kissed it on the mouth. Oh, my mother, I finally don't have to fight zombies for the time being.

After putting away the sanitary napkins, Wang Lu planned to go to the two rooms next to him to take a look and see what suitable things could be turned out.

The other one, which is also a bedroom, just isn't much furnished. An old-fashioned double-door wardrobe, with two camphor wood wardrobes stacked in the corner, and the bed is also covered with a red and green silk quilt. ,

Wang Lu's heart moved slightly, and there was a double bed in the bedroom.

The last room.

Wang Lu twisted the doorknob.

It's locked!

Wang Lu tried again.

It's locked!

There was a decapitated zombie lying in the living room, and the expensive jewelry was still in place, what was there in such a building that needed to be locked?

Wang Lu leaned his ear on the door panel and listened, but there was no sound inside.

He tried to knock lightly on the door, but there was still silence in the door.

It's just that the stench is getting stronger.

Wang Lu took a chair from the next room, placed it in front of the door, climbed up, stood on tiptoe, and looked in through the window on the door—an old-fashioned house with such a window on the door. When Wang Lu was a child, when he was locked in the room by his mother and forced to do his homework, he inevitably got out of the window on the door and ran outside to read the villain's book. The windows were narrow, not much wider than the palm of a hand, and only small children could enter and exit with their thin figures.

But it's enough to see what's going on in the room.

Wang Lu only glanced at it, and he couldn't help but fall backwards under his feet and fell heavily from his chair.

Inside the room, there is a corpse!

Not zombies. It's a corpse!

The room was dark with curtains drawn.

This old-fashioned rural house has an unflattened roof and bare thick pine beams.

On the beam, a corpse hangs.

Suicide corpses.

It's been a long time, and the corpses hanging under the beams have long since decomposed, and the black holes that have lost their muscles and exposed their bones are the eyes of Wang Lu who is looking in.

Therefore, there has always been a stench in this house.

Wang Luqiang stood up, and suddenly vomited on the ground, vomiting bitter bile coming out.

It's one thing to fight zombies, it's another thing to see dead people.

To be honest, after the outbreak of Resident Evil, Wang Lu has seen a dead person for the first time.

Real dead people.

Originally, Wang Lu thought that there would be no more dead people in this world.

Only zombies.

and waiting for the living people who die and become zombies after being bitten by zombies.

But now, in the remote town of Yinjiang, in a small farmhouse building with no house number, there is a corpse.

A corpse with human dignity, committed suicide.

Slowly, Wang Lu pieced together a picture.

This is an ordinary rural empty-nest family in the south of the Yangtze River, where adult children work outside and send money to their elderly parents, and the old couple depend on each other at home, and only when the children go home are the happiest time.

The end has come.

There is also an old man with strength, who used a woodcutter to hack to death the old lady who was the first to mutate.

And then, he himself began to mutate - no! No! The old man didn't mutate, and if he had mutated too, all he was now hanging on the beam would be a zombie.

The old man is still a living person, a normal living person.

While he was still alive, he hung himself on the beams of the house.

For what?

Is it because his wife who is dependent on each other has become a demon, and he has to kill her with his own hands?

Or is there no news of his son and daughter-in-law, and there is no one he cares about in this world?

Or, for the sake of dying together?

has been with his wife for so long, and after sending his wife away, he has no business.

Living in this zombie-infested world, it's better to follow it.

I can't be born on the same day and month of the same year, but I hope to die on the same day and month of the same year.