Today, the habit is still the same, but the result from a distance is a little different: the distant mountains are majestic, but the close view has changed. The doors of the units downstairs, which should have been closed, were somehow opened!

"What's the situation?" Realizing the abnormality, Yang Xiaohai looked downstairs intently. After a long time, he thought about it: his neighbor was much smarter and luckier than him, and with the help of Master Zhang's struggle to survive, he had already taken the opportunity to slip away!

"Let's go, let's go, let's go!" Yang Xiaohai muttered helplessly. Three years ago, that is, from the moment of the death of his parents, Yang Xiaohai had to learn to be self-reliant, and he was completely dead to help from the outside world.

No matter what time it is, the most reliable person is still yourself! What if there is only one person left in the community? He's definitely going to have to hold on!

Speculating about the whereabouts of the neighbors, when he was inconclusive, Yang Xiaohai suddenly saw someone. It was a man, snorting, running from far and near. Behind him were a dozen guys with teeth and claws.

The man was about 30 years old and couldn't be named, but Yang Xiaohai must have seen it. He stared at the man and ran into the hole, and closed the door of the unit with a "clang" before being overtaken. The sound of heavy footsteps crackling resounded in the sky, and it was heard from afar.

After a while, on the roof of the multi-storey building opposite, Yang Xiaohai saw the lucky man again. The man closed the fire escape cover under his feet, and then sat down, gasping for air.

Seeing that someone got rid of the chase of death, Yang Xiaohai was happy for him in his heart. In this way, he is finally no longer lonely, but has a companion.

is also a fallen person at the end of the world, Yang Xiaohai feels that he must do something. Pulling open the window, he leaned out and waved his hand. However, the buddy on the other side was busy pouring his breath, so he didn't look up at all.

"Hey!"

Yang Xiaohai had to say hello, and the movement was the same as the cry of a mosquito.

"Hey!"

Seeing that the other party did not react, Yang Xiaohai had the courage to come again.

"Whew!"

The buddy on the other side didn't hear it, but the crowd on the ground was alarmed.

More than a dozen guys were scratching and scratching around the door of the unit, refusing to leave. Attracted by the shouting above their heads, they immediately stopped moving, and then raised their heads in unison.

Stared at by more than a dozen pairs of gray eyes, Yang Xiaohai immediately stiffened and petrified. He showed a smile that was uglier than crying, and said to himself in an extremely low voice: "Why are ears smarter than dogs?" ”

After looking up for a while, the people on the ground suddenly swarmed towards the door of the unit where he was.

The whineing downstairs finally alarmed the man. He immediately lay down and looked down the side of the building. Following the direction of the crowd, he quickly raised his head. finally saw Yang Xiaohai who was about to fall out of the window.

The old otaku waved his hand to the man and said hello silently: "Hi! Then he retracted his body and ran behind his door with a blazing fire, and put his ear to the tin door.

Why?

Because Yang Xiaohai is a dead house.

What does this have to do with the Dead House?

Because he didn't know the situation of the door of his downstairs unit.

I don't know whether the door is open or closed, I don't know if the door is locked, whether the door lock is invalid, or even whether there is a unit door. In the final analysis, he is still indifferent to life, and he is too homely.

If those people attack, at least he can be prepared, right?

What preparation? Desperately? Yang Xiaohai didn't have that guts.

Jump? He was afraid of pain.

After thinking about it, he racked his brains and came to the conclusion that if the door was opened, he would hold the gas canister and light a cannon fight, and everyone would be doomed!

Not only can you kill yourself quickly, effectively and without pain, but you can also kill the enemy and make meritorious contributions along the way, why not do it?

It's just that he ignores a common sense - even if he has a heart, how can the gas tank be exploded? When to make a movie?

Zhilen listened to it for a long time, but there was no special movement. Tap on the door: "Wow", "Squeak, squeak". Well, everything works fine!

Looking out through the door mirror, the sensor light turns on and off, and the two doors are empty and there is nothing unusual. "Huh......" Yang Xiaohai let out a long breath, feeling a little reassured.

"Hey! Missed a chance to be a hero! After a while, the bored Yang Xiaohai wandered back to the window.

Looking down through the window, more than a dozen meters below him, the man was checking the security doors of the rest of the fire escapes.

"Hey!"

Yang Xiaohai called in a low voice. But after shouting several times, there was no reaction from the other side.

"That's not going to work." Yang Xiaohai muttered, turned around and went to the toilet. When I came back, I had a small mirror in my hand.

The spot of light kept shaking, and the man finally stood up with his face hidden.

He looked up at the lucky neighbor, dumbfounded.

Yang Xiaohai made a blind gesture to the man's teeth and claws, and then left his confused buddy back to the room.

The man waited for a while, but when he didn't see Yang Xiaohai, he lowered his head and continued to be busy. After making sure that all three security doors were locked, the man stood up with a blank expression. Next, he didn't know what to do.

Suddenly, the bright light was dazzling, and the man looked up in the light, and the lucky big boy was smiling at him.

Then, a pile of black things flew down to him.

The thing stretched out in the air, and it turned out to be a large bundle of rope. One end of the rope was fixed to his side by Yang Xiaohai, and the other end was tied to a heavy object.

"Click", the rope head jumped a few times on the concrete surface of the roof, and then hung on the guardrail next to the building.

The man ran a few steps and grabbed the end of the rope. Yang Xiaohai turned his left and right index fingers, and the man firmly tied the rope to the guardrail. In this way, a simple rope runs between the two floors. Downstairs, the unwilling crowd roared again and again, but the two people upstairs were helpless.

Yang Xiaohai turned out a large bamboo basket and tied it to a rope. The basket contained a carbon pen and a telescope. There was also a drawing board with paper, which was also hung on a rope by Yang Xiaohai. With a gentle delivery, the basket slid towards the man under the influence of gravity.

After the man received the things, Yang Xiaohai took out a large drawing board, pulled it a few times with a carbon pen, and then stood up for the other party to see.

Speaking of this drawing board, thanks to Yang Xiaohai's mother. Yang's mother has some petty bourgeois feelings, and she likes to draw something to pass the time when she has nothing to do. The paintings were never published and had no economic value, but were purely the product of self-cultivation.

After the accident of my parents, these things were left as relics, and I never thought that they would come in handy today.

Yang Xiaohai held up a large writing board, and several big characters on it could be seen without a telescope - "Why do you come back"

The man held a writing board that was several sizes smaller, brushing and brushing the book. After a while, he flipped his hands and raised them.

Yang Xiaohai held the binoculars, but saw that there was only the word "You didn't run" on the small board - "You didn't run"

Yang Xiaohai erased the handwriting and wrote again - "can't run away"

When he held up the sketchpad again, the man opposite also wrote - "More Outside"

Yang Xiaohai understood what the other party meant with a little chewing. By primitive means, the two slowly chatted.

The man's name is Qian Yi, and he is a new security guard in the community.

Two mornings earlier, he had been locked in the basement while inspecting the heating lines in the hallway. In the days that followed, he devoted all his energy to digging the keyhole.

After two days, my hands are bald, but I can be regarded as breaking the lock.

As soon as I got out of the basement, I saw the owners of the community tiptoeing away. Qian Yi, who was sleepy and hungry, didn't think about anything, stared at a butt and followed.

After running for a while, Qian Yifang remembered to look up at the road. I was shocked when I saw it. Well, in the distance, a bunch of people are chasing and howling and helping each other!

If you run any further, won't you become a fresh "takeaway"? Didn't say it, turn around.

The ears were full of crying, crying, crying, beast roaring, and the sound of eating with a flat mouth, and the excitement was as if the unit canteen had opened.

Yu Guang also saw someone fall to the ground, but he had more than enough strength but not enough strength, Qian Yi could only choose to ignore it.

He lowered his head and ran as hard as he could, past one owner after another, until there was no one in front of him.

Qian Yi's luck is really good. He was not dragged by the guy lying on his stomach behind the corner of the building, and blindly chose a doorway where no one stayed. Entered the unit, closed the unit door, galloped all the way, opened the unlocked fire escape safety door, the roof was unoccupied, and the security door of the remaining anti-passage was locked, a series of coincidences, under the care of the green light of the goddess of luck all the way, Qian Yi only survived to the present.

If any link goes wrong, Qian Yi's life is bound to be difficult to protect. Thinking of this, Yang Xiaohai had to sigh secretly: The life of this product is really not ordinarily hard!

The weather in early spring is warm and cold, especially at night. Yang Xiaohai tied up the quilt at home, and then put a clip on the rope and sent it over.

Qian Yi, who was hungry and cold, was very grateful. Perhaps because he felt that Yang Xiaohai had a big conscience and was very easy to speak, or that he was the only person who could help, Qian Yi hesitated to write a few words on the small drawing board, and turned on the flashlight for Yang Xiaohai to see.

In the dark night, Yang Xiaohai squinted and took a closer look, and only then did he recognize those words - "Can you give some water?" Seeing Qian Yi's words, Yang Xiaohai cursed in a low voice. is not to blame Qian Yi, but to blame himself for being careless.

was locked up in the underground pipeline room for two days, and after the vigorous exercise of life and death, he endured it for several hours, and now he asked himself for water, Qian Yi's caution can be seen.

Looking back at the room full of pots and pans, he picked up a large Coke bottle at his feet. After making two gestures, Qian Yi was prepared, and then threw the plastic bottle over. The Coke bottle made a perfect arc in the air, accurately missing the open embrace. The bottle stumbled a few times on the concrete surface, rolled into a corner and didn't move.

Fortunately, the lid is tight enough, the plastic bottle is of excellent quality, and not a drop of water is spilled. Qian Yi ran a few steps, picked up the water bottle, unscrewed the tight lid at once, and regardless of the mud, he raised his head and poured it. I didn't breathe, and I drank all the 500ml of tap water. Satisfied, Qian Yi bowed to Yang Xiaohai first, and then raised the small drawing board again. This time, he was visibly confident.